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    No.8391 [Report] AS
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    B-b..Because, techi!

    (Part 1)

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    Looking for jissouseki is relatively easier than one would expect. Like a great rodent population, you find them most populous in the alley-ways and areas around urban housing, behind restaurants and marketplaces, and warehouses and ports. You might find one in your backyard, maybe even within your own home; quietly and sometimes cleverly hiding from sight in the basement or the attic.

    But the largest populations comes from the parks. Next to that are the forests or pastures in the countryside. But parks remain the number one way to run across many jissouseki.

    I myself have a jissouseki as a pet, along a few to play with for my amusement, if nothing more. Many of these creatures are expendable, to an almost ridicoulous degree. The ones worthy of being pets, and thus entitled to a good life of treats, bedding, love and care, are the smart ones. It foten hard to ever find a jissou smart enough to grace you. But how to tell which ones are the dumb retarded stupid ones from the above average to high in intelligence?

    Simple! You just ask them, whenever they waddle up to you by themselves or in a group asking (and in some cases, demanding) you to take them home, why you should.

    And watch the spectacular results.

    You often find them in large packs of two to twelve. Right now I had been accosted by two jissou. One was obviously a recently grown adult with the responsibilities of a mother to boot. On her arms was a slumbering jissou child, looking exactly like a miniature, but cuter, version of herself.

    "Hello Mr. Man!"

    I smile, quietly humoring her, "Hello little jissou."

    "Is my daughter not cute, desu?" She asked, her brightly colored eyes glowing with anticipation.

    "Yes," I replied honestly, "She looks so very cute!"

    "Am I not cute too, techi?"

    I raise an eyebrow and bluntly replied, "You are ugly. I don't know how your kid lives whenever she wakes up to your face. And frankly, you smell worse than a horse that died on crack."

    The mother stared at me, red and green tears welling up in her large eyes. She wiped some away with an arm, now openly crying, "I'm not ugly, desu! I'm a pretty jissou Mama, desu! You are a mean jerk, desu!"

    "Ha! Me, mean? That may be so Jissou Mama, but I am honest!" I replied with a snort of laughter, "Your daughter is cute, you are not!"

    "I AM cute! You are lying desu," screeched the mother, now angry, gnashing her teeth and her face going splotchy red. The jissou child woke up with a cry and immediatly began weeping, "Too loud, techi! I'm scared, techaaa~!"

    "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, DESU! YOU MADE JISSOU-CHAN CRY!" shouted the jissou at the top of her lungs. The outburst only served to make me guffaw louder and the child to bawl even louder. There was a soft impact on my leg and I saw the child falling from my ankle onto my shoe, her expression was one of disbelieving shock from being thrown. It didn't take long for the small ball of shit between her ass and the panties to squeeze through like guacamole through a cheesecloth.

    "You just threw your only child at me," I supplied easily to the angry panting mother, whose eyes wept tears of emotional despair, "You could've killed her. How does that make you feel Jissou-Chan? That your Mama doesn't love you?"

    Freshly outraged, the mother seemed speechless. Though she did make some odd sounds in her shock of my accusation. The child on my shoe was bawling and wept even harder as it shook it's head, "Mama loves me! She does! Mama does love me, techa!"

    I bend down easily and said quietly and soothingly, speaking cruelties to the jissouseki, "But she threw you, used you as a weapon to hurt me! She is jealous of you, you're young and cute, she is ugly and old! She hates you."

    The child shook it's head, unable to believe the words from the human, but even as she denied it all, her mother's antics did not prove to encourage her child to believe her any more than the human.

    "I AM NOT UGLY, DESA! I AM NOT OLD," screamed the jissouseki hoarsely, her face now sallow and red with rage and mouth with spittle, "YOU ARE A BAD MAN, DESU! YOU ARE A MEAN LIAR, DESU! I'M NOT LETTING YOU HAVE MY DAUGHTER, DESU!"

    I smile and snorted, discreetly slipping on gloves. "You ARE ugly. You ARE old. I am not a liar. You just nearly killed your child. You are a bad mother, so I will take care of my new Jissou-Chan!"

    The jissouseki's eyes nearly popped with freshly brewed anger, veins growing from out of her green hoodie as I pick up her child, who still wept, oblivious to the chaos around her. I look around, noting that the mother had not noticed the large crowd around us. A sizable number of jissouseki had gathered, many of them children and mid-mature jissou-children. The rest were a few adults leading a family of kids and maggots, the latter riding on the children or with an older sibling clutched in their mother's hands as they all seemed to sense an upcoming slaughter and hungrily anticipating it.

    Grinning to myself I made a slashing motion to my throat and pointed at the still crying child in my gloved hands. The mother noticed the 'Bad Jissouseki' Gloves and the threat to her daughter, but her rage overrode her senses and she began screaming obscenities and launched herself at me, "I ATE YOU, DESU! YOU ARE A BAD MAN, DESU! GIVE BACK MY DAUGHTER DESU! IF YOU-"

    I kicked the screaming bitch in the face, silencing her more effectively than the can of mace in my back
    pocket. Not that I was going to use it on her just yet.

    "My face, desu! My cute beautiful face! What have I done to you?" Screamed the mother as she writhed on the ground, her voice slightly muffled from broken teeth and the arms around her face.

    "You attacked me," I replied easily, "Here I am being nice and you make your own baby cry! You attack me. You are clearly not a good mother to this child!"

    She protested feebly, this time the circle of jissou numbered around a dozen or so. They soon joined in an orgy of yelling and throwing things at the wounded mother. I knelt down to the mother and the jissou stopped to watch what happened next.

    "I...I hate you, desu!" said the mother weakly, "Give back Jissou-Chan, now!" I raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to go back to Mama, little jissou?"

    The jissou hiccuped, blinking wet eyes at me as she swallowed the question. She wiped away her tears and spoke in a frail voice: "Ugly stupid Mama hate me! She will kill me! Please don't let her, techi! Please Mr. Man!"

    The jissou Mama let out a howl of fury, that soon became yells of pain as I quickly sprayed a few seconds of Mace into her face.

    "It burns, DESU! IT BURNS!"

    The jissou writhed on the ground, her face slowly turning blue as she tried to inhale, only to find that, like most jissou, she had an allergic reaction to mace.

    The horde surged forward and began feasting on the dying jissou.

    As I watched with slight amusement, the young pest gulped and looked up at me from my glove. "Nice human say he will take care of me. Will you take me home?"

    Some of the jissouseki protested this at once. A few still had body parts in their hands as they tried to get me to take them home.

    "Take my family home, desu! We eat very little and are good jissou!"

    "I'm a good jissou and Maggot-Chan and Onee-Chan are-"

    "Me, me, me-"

    "Take...m-me...-cough- home, Mr...Man! Spicy taste...can't...caaa...br...br..."

    I hold up a hand and waited for them all to stop speaking. A few had died from allergic reaction after consuming the jissou mother's face and hands, not that I minded. But I soon asked the crucial question:

    "Why should I take any of you home? If you give me a good reason, I will make you my favorite pet!"

    Then, pandemonium decided to go hand-in-hand with hell and literally broke loose.

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    And now, to send off the old year and welcome the new, a fresh story from me, at long last!


    Holiday Shenanigans


    Thorold, Ontario, Canada
    December 23, 2016
    Afternoon


    It was the day before Christmas Eve, and I had some errands to run to prepare for the holiday's festivities. I got bundled up and went outside, looking around at all the fresh snow. It looked like it was going to be a white Christmas this year (although half the snow ended up melting by Christmas morning), and that alone made me so happy. What didn't make me happy was the distance to the store.

    I've moved to a new house now, way down on the opposite end of the same street, so the shopping plaza is a much longer walk away than it was before. Yukiko has grown up since then as well, now a healthy but much less adorable adult jissou standing at the typical height of around two feet. It's rather amazing how something the size of a human thumb can grow to the size of a pop can and then shoot up to the size of a large teddy bear. She's still a rare example of a good, smart jissou, having occasional lapses in judgement but otherwise the same as ever. She's had babies of her own as well, more than once, but understands that they can't stay, especially after the move--my new landlord would only allow her and one of my cats, the rest of whom now live with various family members. I haven't told her about the variety of things that happen to the babies after I take them outside, but perhaps it's better that she not find out. Maybe I'll tell you a story about that sometime.

    I took in how beautiful everything looked covered in soft, pure snow and admired people's lights and decorations as I passed by. Before I knew it, I was already halfway to the plaza. Up ahead, I heard the squealing chant of a young Jissouseki and soon saw three of them standing in a small snowbank at the edge of someone's yard, a mother and two children in filthy clothing, the larger of the children holding a cardboard sign on a stick with Japanese writing. It was written in shit, naturally. As best as I could tell, the translation was something like "Good pets deserve human homes, desu!" Yeah, you're definitely good pets deserving of anything, keep telling yourselves that.

    "We need home, techi! We not bugs, techi!", she rhythmically recited over and over, marching back and forth. As I approached, the other child and the mother looked up and me and did the "cute" pose.

    "Hello, Mr. Man, desu!", the adult greeted me, "It's Christmastime, is it not, desu?"

    I nodded and gave a sort of affirmative-sounding grunt. Her expression didn't change in spite of my obvious disinterest.

    "I thought so, desu! So why not take one of my beautiful babies home with you, desu?", she cooed, patting her child on the head, "They never have home, but they will make wonderful Christmas gifts and perfect pets, desu!"

    The one with the sign ceased her annoying chant for a moment and chimed in with her two cents. "That right, techi! We full of singing, dancing and poop, just for you, techi!"

    What is it with jissou trying to use their ability to shit enough to fill a dump truck as a selling point?

    "Our mama no can take care of us out here, techi! Is too cold, techi!", the other child explained, "So you take us home and--"

    She didn't finish the sentence, cause I threw a snowball in her face. I don't know how all three of them failed to notice me making the damn snowball, but they did. She began crying and shitting herself, her sister dropping the sign and rushing over to her.

    "M-Mama, Mr. Man throw snow at me, techaaaa!", she squeaked tearfully.

    "You shit Mr. Man, why you do that when she only ask for home, desu?!", Mama shouted, face going red with rage.

    "Because why not?", I asked back with a grin. I reached down and picked up the sign-bearing child, scaring her and making her shit herself as well. I gave her a light but firm squeeze, making her empty out even more. Tossing the child back onto the snowbank and whipping out of my pocket a pen that I keep around for such unexpected moments, I quickly modified the sign a bit while the mama squeaked empty threats and insults at me, her children now whining about how shit-bloated their panties were.

    I scrawled out a "translation" above the Japanese: "Worthless pests deserve death, desu!"

    "I'm sorry", I lied, handing the sign back to the child, "I can't take you home with me, but I did help you a bit--now people can actually read your sign!" They couldn't read it, I could tell, so they immediately believed me.

    "Oh! Thank you, desu! Bless the good Mr. Man at Christmastime, desu~!", the mama cheered, her children cheering with her, and the three resumed the chanting together this time, forgetting their previous anger and pain. Then I took the sign-bearer's sign away and, before she could even react, drove the bottom through her skull, impaling her whole body effortlessly. The little fucktard died with a big stupid smile on her face, gurgling out part of the chant as her last words as she expired.

    "W-We no...bug...? Durrshiiii..."

    The other child and their mother stood and stared at her corpse, then looked up at me.

    "Merry Christmas." With that and a little smile and wave goodbye, I started walking away. Then a big wad of shit flew past me, narrowly missing my head. In one immediate motion and without even changing my expression, I turned around, quickly walked back over, picked up the mother, who was preparing to throw another shitball, and violently threw her onto the road, hearing her scream as her face scraped across the pavement. She got up and began pitifully stumbling back to the sidewalk, her face bloody, mostly skinless and a bit flat, prompting me to kick her back onto the road once she got close enough. The whole time, her child screamed and cried, and after two more kicks to the gut, she seemed to just give up. She flopped down onto her back, panting and shitting, and just waited there until a van drove by and crushed her head into paste.

    "MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!", the child shrieked, "Mr. Man, you kill Mama, techa!! NOW I KILL YOU, TECHA!!" She reached into her panties and tried to throw a little shitball of her own, but it just landed on her head. I don't even get how she managed to do that.

    "MY HAIR, TECHA!! My hair stink now, techa!! Clean me, techa!!", she screamed at me as I walked away. I still had to get to the store, so I left her freaking out on the snowbank. At the next intersection before the plaza, I happened upon another child jissou, this one dressed in a heavier outfit than normal, seemingly fashioned from other jissou's dresses. She had a row of frozen-solid maggots lined up in front of her.

    "Mr. Man, would you like one, techi?", she asked, "All these Maggot-chans need new homes, techi! Pick your favourite, each only one candy, teCHAAAAA!!!" She interrupted herself with a horrified scream as I crushed all the maggots to pieces under my boot with one quick stomp. "WHY YOU DO THAT, TECHAAA?!"

    Really, did I even need a reason? They were likely dead anyway. She ran off shitting herself, flailing around and screaming unintelligibly, leaving trails of colourful tears, as I made my way across the street and hurried to the store. Finally, about 15 minutes later, I had my stuff and was making my way back home. The way back is even more unpleasant, as the town is actually on a subtle incline and my house is now uphill. But it got more unpleasant before I even left the plaza, as I heard a soft panting and the rustling of a plastic bag. Looking behind myself, I saw an adult jissou running to catch up to me, carrying a grocery bag on her shoulder like a giant purse.

    "Mr. Man! Mr. Man, please wait, desu!", she cried out. I stopped, turned and looked down at her. She seemed rather clean, possibly knowing she had to look good to sucker people into giving her things. She might've been an abandoned pet, judging by the pink ribbon clip on her left ear. I rolled my eyes as she caught up to me.

    "What do you want, dumbass?", I asked tiredly.

    "Mr. Man... I noticed...you just...came out of...the store, desu...", she panted. She caught her breath and held her bag open, and I could see it contained a surprising amount of stuff--a banana peel, a chewed-up gum wad, a chicken wing, a strawberry, a grape, a pizza crust, a cigarette butt, a piece of what looked like chocolate muffin, an apple core, a Dorito and a water-packed boiled child jissou. "I have collected a good Christmas dinner, desu! But if you would be so kind, please give more food, Mr. Man? You don't have to, but I would like my babies to have a luxurious and delicious feast for Christmas, desu. Besides, I have 11 things--would 12 not be perfect for Christmas, desu? Christmas have 12 days, the song say so, desu!"

    I had to admit, I was impressed by her careful politeness. No wonder she hadn't been killed yet and had successfully collected a few things from people who just wanted her to shut up and leave. I was even more impressed by the fact that she could count past five, let alone that she knew and understood the 12 Days of Christmas song. I decided to humor her a little, grabbing a single small orange out of my bag and holding it up, enticing her.

    "Would you like a nice juicy orange? It's a Christmastime orange! They're very popular at this time of year, both here and in Japan!"

    "Oh, Mr. Man, that is perfect, desu!", she squealed, handing her bag right to me. "Here, I trust you with my groceries! Put orange in and I give you present in return, desu! A special gift for giving me 12th Christmas dinner ingredient, desu!" I took the bag and put the orange in, and waited for her "present", whatever her idea of such might be.

    She dropped her panties, turned around and took a big disgusting diarrhea dump on the pavement.

    Why did I expect anything different?

    "Here, Mr. Man! I give you my fresh poop, desu! It have many uses! Poop can be food, you can throw poop at bad things, or you can light poop on fire to stay warm tonight, desu!" She looked so fucking proud of herself, it made me sick to my stomach. Or maybe that was the shit. I noticed a car starting up nearby and knew just what to do.

    "Fetch.", I said in a deadpan tone as I threw the bag of trash she called "Christmas dinner" over towards the car, right near the path of a back wheel. She became furious, as expected, and ran over to her bag with her panties around her ankles, cussing me out the whole time.

    "Shit Mr. Man! You throw away Christmas dinner, desu! You shit human who not deserve my gift, desu!", she ranted. As she knelt down to pick up the bag, she slipped and ended up flat on the ground, and the car began pulling out from its parking space, which she noticed quickly.

    "No, Mr. Car, I still here, deGYAAAAAAAAA!!!" She'd lifted her head out of the way in time, but her arms were crushed by the car's tire and she yanked herself away, tearing her arms off at the elbows. Not quite what I'd planned, I was expecting her to be crushed to death by it, but hey, it works. I waited for the car to leave and went over to the jissou, who was now sitting in a pile of shit and crying over the destruction of her arms.

    "M-Mr. Man!", she wailed, wiggling the bleeding remnants of her arms at me, "I cannot carry my groceries anymore, desha! Please, carry them for me? My babies will have no Christmas dinner if you not help, desha! I very sorry I call you shit human, I only say that out of anger, desha! Believe me! Please believe me, deshaaa!"

    Well, I figured, it's not like she can do anything like this, and she'll likely die soon anyway. Might as well do her this one favour, since at least she's mostly polite.

    "Okay, fine. I'm sorry for throwing your dinner." I helped her onto her feet and out of her shitty panties and picked up the bag. "I assume your home is in the park?"

    "Y-Yes, the memory park, desu."

    "Memorial."

    "Right, that's what I meant, desu."

    And so, despite not wanting to, I walked her to the park, checking now and then to make sure she hadn't lagged behind and/or been killed. After a short while, we got there and she directed me to her home, a large cardboard box (as expected) tucked away in the corner of the park's walls, "JISSOU HOME" scrawled in marker (not as expected, I was expecting shit) above the makeshift door.

    "Okay, Mr. Man, we here, desu! Thank you so much for helping, but I can take it from here, desu!"

    But as she was about to go inside, I stopped her, signalled for her to stay quiet and listened carefully. It wasn't so much what I could hear, but what I couldn't hear. And what I couldn't hear was any jissou children in the box. Those things almost never shut up, especially when they know their mother or a human is nearby, how could I not hear any? I went to check and she blocked the door.

    "N-No, Mr. Man, everything is fine, desu! No need to look inside, desu!" I responded by picking her up and setting her down behind me. Much to her dismay, I opened the "roof" of the box, and saw...several torn, bloody dresses about the size of child jissou, matching shit-stained panties, torn-out jissou hair all over the floor, and blood and shit splattered on everything...

    As I slowly turned after a moment of silence punctuated by the wind picking up, my face frozen in a look of utter shock and disgust, she began to explain herself before I could even say a word.

    "Mr. Man... I must confess, I lied about my babies, desu. This Christmas dinner, it... It's only for me, desu. After I was abandoned by my master, things were very hard for me, desu... I have babies and then was barely able to care for them, desu... When snow came, food was scarce, and I began to starve, and so... I had to eat my children, desu. It's just the way things had to be, desu! They not mind! It was their final duty as good children to keep their mama alive, desu!"

    "Tell me...", I responded in a quiet voice that quivered with anger, "Were they looking forward to Christmas?" I don't even know why, but I found myself caring about this.

    "Yes, desu. They were looking forward to Christmas for months, desu. But I would not be alive today if I had not eaten them yesterday, desu. Besides, this mean I get more food and presents for Christmas, desu!"

    Yesterday. She'd eaten them yesterday. December the 22nd. Three days before the Christmas they'd looked forward to so much! Instead of offering herself to keep them alive, she chose to kill and eat them, apparently in a violent manner, and have Christmas all to herself! She clearly wasn't starving that badly anyway, I could tell just by looking at her! I emptied her garbage into the box, tossed the bag away to be carried off by the wind (eliciting a gasp and a cry of "Oh no! My shopping bag, desu!" from the lying bitch) and dug around in my own, pulling out a box of candy canes. I opened it and pulled two out, unwrapping them and, as silly as it may sound in hindsight, keeping her waiting as I sucked and bit away at the ends.

    "What are you even doing, Mr. Man?", she soon asked impatiently, "If you giving me those, why make me wait so long?"

    I now had the ends worn down to points. Not very sharp ones, of course, but pointy enough for what I was about to do. I took away her ribbon clip, making her whimper in protest (and getting myself a nice present for Yukiko!), kicked her over, made my way around to her head as she tried to get back up, and knelt down with one candy cane in either hand. The last thing she ever saw was my enraged face upside-down over hers and two candy canes descending towards her eyes.

    "DEGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!", she shrieked as blood sprayed onto my hands from her punctured eyeballs and shit sprayed from her vaganus, "DARK!! HURT!! I NO CAN SEE, DESHA!! WHERE EVERYTHING GO, DESHA?! WHAT YOU DO, DESHAAAAAA?!?!"

    I hauled her back onto her feet, watching her stumble around, armless and blind. I grinned and laughed coldly as my rage mixed with the joy of seeing her suffer, cleaning my hands of her blood in the snow.

    "That's for lying to me and wasting my time. And it's also for ending the lives of your children to keep your selfish ass alive, even when you knew they were looking forward to Christmas. I'm through being nice to you, shit-goblin, and I'm determined to make you look so freakish and stupid that no one will ever treat you with undeserved kindness again!"

    "BUT MR. MAN, IT'S CHRISTMAS--" I punched her in the mouth before she could finish that fucking sentence, hearing her teeth shatter like glass. I didn't even think about it, that's just my natural reaction to "But Mr. Man, it's Christmas Eve, desu!" It wasn't Christmas Eve yet anyway. Now she was armless, blind AND missing most of her teeth. Let's see you eat your "Christmas dinner" like that, bitch. And then I got a bit creative, following this up by yanking her hood down, effortlessly ripping her hair out, and forcing a dumb set of reindeer antlers onto her head that I'd originally thought of putting on my cat.

    "Dance for me. And sing. Make their sacrifice worth it, shit mama."

    "S-Sing?!"

    "Do it, or your legs and tongue go next! Sing the 12 Days of Christmas song! And don't stop at 12!"

    "Y-You want me to make it up as I go after 12, desu?!"

    "Yes! JUST DO IT!"

    "O-On the first day of Christmas, m-my master give to me
    A package in a pear tree, desu!"

    Okay, so maybe she didn't know it as well as I thought. But hey, it was funny watching her blindly dance around with candy canes jutting out of where her eyes should be and hearing her sing with only a few teeth left in her mouth, all while she was bald and wearing felt antlers.

    "Keep going, freak! Sing as loud as you can! And don't stop until I say so!" And with that, I got up, retrieved my bag and ran for it.

    "On the second day of Christmas, my master give to me
    Two purple ducks
    And a package in a pear tree, desu!!"

    She couldn't hear me running off over her off-key scream-singing, so she just kept going and going. By the time I reached the end of the street and turned the corner, the retard was screeching about "five onion rings". I wonder how long she kept it up for, but I'd wager she kept going until she danced into the street and got her stupid ass run over, or perhaps she froze to death, maybe fell face-first into her shit and suffocated while having the candy canes driven into her brain. I wouldn't know, cause I sure as hell didn't go back to check. All that matters is that she died a long, humiliating, painful and very cold death. I never even learned her name, but I suppose it doesn't make any difference now.

    As if knowing I needed my mood lightened, the wind calmed and fresh snow began gently falling. I passed by the ruined jissou family from earlier, the mama still crushed on the road and now being picked at by crows, the dead child still smiling away with the sign stuck through her, and the living one still crying with shit on her head. She didn't see me, but even if she did, I'm sure she was too deep in despair to even react by now. Before long, I was back home, where Yukiko was ready to greet me in the kitchen, drinking a can of ginger ale. I was honestly a bit surprised she could get it open with no fingers.

    "Hello, Al-sama!", she chirped, "Welcome home, desu! Did you have safe trip? You were out longer than you said you'd be, desu."

    "Oh yes, I'm fine, you darling gremlin", I chuckled, tossing her a newly bought ice cream sandwich to snack on, "I just had to teach a shit mama jissou a valuable lesson. She ate her babies yesterday and tried to justify it, and she tricked me and others into giving her food."

    Yukiko nodded. "She lied to get food and killed her own babies right before Christmas, desu? Then she was a shit mama indeed, desu. "

    "But hey, that's all behind me now. So how about we fire up some Christmas movies?"

    "That sounds wonderful, desu!"

    And so we did just that, enjoying the evening together and getting hyped for the following days. Christmas was practically here, to paraphrase the Grinch, and not even bad jissou could spoil the holiday fun for me in the long run.
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    Oh hi guys, Al, Red, so glad to see you still around, for you all I saved this classic that deserves to be retold forever enjoy.

    "1006 Name: WitchDoctor : 2009-06-08 17:17 [Del] And now, to celebrate the 1,000th post in this thread, I present you with another bit of fiction!"

    Birthday Surprise!


    By WitchDoctor



    Ding! Ding! The young waitress, clad in a green maid's outfit and faux Jissou ears, rang the bell on the counter dividing the family friendly façade of the restaurant and the harsh, brutal reality of the kitchens. A hairy fat man of Hispanic origin walked from deep inside the kitchen to the counter. He was dressed in a green and red striped shirt. A hairnet held back his greasy curls. His hands were covered with two plastic gloves. On his chest was a name tag that simply read “Alfonso.”

    “One large 'Uji-tacular Pizza. Be sure to add the birthday suprise.'” Said the young waitress to the man.

    With this, the man with “Alfonso” on his name tag perked up. He walked back into the fluorescent lit linoleum dungeon that was the kitchen after confirming the order with the Jissou-clad waitress. To the stove he went. He had to make a pizza for some lucky child today!

    Although he enjoyed preparing menu items like “Jissou-chan-sashimi” or the ever-popular “Popcorn Oyayubi,” Alfonso took a special joy in preparing pizza, so much so that the the unofficial title of the menu item was “Alfonso's Uji-tacular Pizza,” at least for this restaurant anyway. Unlike the other chefs, Alfonso liked making his pizzas from the freshest ingredients. It takes about 40 minutes or so to make, but according to most of the customers, it is well worth the wait.

    He first had to make the dough. This was simple enough. Alfonso mixed warm water, ¼ of a packet of yeast, a teaspoon of salt, two teaspoons extra olive oil, and a table spoon of sugar into a large wooden bowl. After making a cloudy mixture, he waited for ten minutes as he took care of other orders. When the timer rang, he knew it was time to add flour. He added four cups of bread flour, one cup at a time, whisking until the powder dissolved into the cloudy, frothy yeast mixture. When the mixture became too thick for the whisk, he began kneading the mixture with his worn hands until any dry flour had been liquefied. When he had made the lumpy dough ready, he took it out of the bowl and flattened it on a pan. With a ladle, he spread an even layer of fresh tomato sauce on the dough. With a sprinkle of parsley, basil, and a tune in his heart, he sprinkled mozzarella cheese on the red lake of sauce. Now to get the meat...

    Alfonso walked to a door at the back of the kitchen. The room it lead to was dingy, with none of the green and red spattered linoleum or wallpaper decorated with cartoonish caricatures of Jissouseki boasting about how good they will taste to the potential customer. The room was just a 8x6x16 (W·H·L, of course) room made from solid brick, bare except for a few cages and a table. Here was where the meat was kept. There is almost no frozen meat in this restaurant!

    In the cages were several hundred Jissouseki. Unlike chicken or beef, Jissou meat does not store well without preservatives or being pre-cooked. Their meat is surprisingly tender; any more so and it would be more like meat-flavored preserves. It gets freezer burn very easily, and it begins to decompose within about a half hour of being exposed to the air if it is not prepared. Thus, for purposes of deep frying or as a topping in salads or pizza, they must be killed on site, cooked, and served.

    The Jissouseki in the cages were delivered to the restaurant by a delivery truck from a special breeding facility. From the time they were maggots to the time they were about 10 months old, they had known nothing but the confines of their cozy climate controlled pens. One day, they are sleeping with mommy, their little sisters, and maybe their own children, and wake up in a moving truck. Upon arrival to the restaurant, they learned the hard way what they were doomed to become. They saw many of the Jissouseki in the pens with them be lifted out of the cage by a Mr. Man, only to be chopped up on the table in the room, and then the still twitching remains would be carried to an unknown fate in the next room. Most have realized by now that their days are numbered, and they are on death row. They don't beg for a home, they beg for mercy, pleas that fall on indifferent ears. As such, all the Jissou flinched and backed into a corner when Alfonso entered the room. They feared that they would be the next Jissou on the chopping block. A few of the Jissou (new here, no doubt) breathed a sigh of relief when Alfonso turned to the table, and not even look at them, as soon as he walked in.

    On the table was a special box. Taped on the side were three D cell batteries, with wires leading from the battery terminals to the interior of the box. Planted in the center of the box was a teddy bear sized adult Jissouseki. She had arrived at the restaurant about three days earlier. One of the high school kids who works as a waiter got to work after getting off the bus when he noticed that his backpack was heavier than usual. When he got to the restaurant, he opened the bag to find an adult Jissou stowed away in his backpack, sitting on top of his Precalculus homework. After a quick health check up, Alfonso and several other chefs decided to use her. Her meat, of course, would be too tough or too gamey for the customers, but she could be useful in other ways.

    The plan to use her was not without its bumps along the way. Since her arrival,this Jissou had been nothing but trouble. They were originally going to keep her in a cage, but she killed several others kept in the cage. They tried putting her into a playpen, but she managed to get out. They tried putting her on a leash tied to a pipe, but she slipped out of her collar, took a shit in the microwave oven, gave birth to a litter of pups in the women's bathroom, and planted her grubs throughout the restaurant. And this was during the busiest hours of the day! Three other cooks, Ricky, Phillip, and Mike, spent three hours finding all the grubs strewn throughout the building. If somebody had stepped on one and slipped on its liquefied remains, the restaurant owner could have been sued! The total numbers of grubs collected was 27, and there very well could have been more. They'll just have to wait until they see children trying to raid the freezer or pestering customers. That was the last straw, and they were about to kill her and throw her still twitching body in a dumpster in the back. That was until somebody came up with a solution that was beneficial to everybody.

    One of the waiters, a biology major, had made several modifications to the offending Jissou. For one, he had skilfully removed her legs and pelvis, leaving the sack-like uterus dangling underneath, with the fleshy tube of her choleca resting in a small drawer below her. To keep her vulnerable organs from suffering damage or becoming infected, the kid who made the modifications secured the exposed organs in a bag filled with a sterile saline solution. The only thing sticking out of the bag was the fleshy tube leading out of the uterus. The box around her exposed lower organs is heated thanks to a specially made circuit to prevent the Jissou from succumbing to hypothermia. The remaining skin around her waist was secured to the box by the use of thumb-tacks, stretching the flaps of excess skin to form a base, and she is held in place by a crude plastic frame. He had also stripped her of her clothing and hair. Dirt and parasites tend to cling to those. Within arm's reach of her on the box was a small bowl full of Jissou food pellets and a bottle of water. She would be given all the food and water she wanted, was in a climate-controlled room, and would never cause trouble again. Everybody would be happy.

    Or so you would think. You can't please everybody, you know.

    “DEEEE! SHIT HUMAN CRUEL DESU! GIVE ME BACK MY LEGS DEE-SUU!” The box Jissou screamed at Alfonso, veins bulging and teeth bared. One detail caught Alfonso's eyes: both of the Jissou's eyes were red. The last time he had been in the same room as the Jissou, she had one green eye and one red eye. She had just given birth recently. She would not notice the babies as much since her hips and the orifice the babies come out of had been removed.

    Alfonso opened a tiny window to the drawer below her with a gentle pull. Within the metal tray that usually stored feces were fat little Jissou maggots. They had waken up on their own, and the relative lack of fecal trails indicated that they had been concious for less than a few minutes. “Perfect timing” thought Alfonso to himself. However, he had a problem. He needed more, about twice as many grubs than were in the pan.

    When the screaming Jissou mother's eyes had gone back to their natural, mismatched configuration, Alfonso added a few drops of red dye to her green left eye. The Jissou-in-the-Box tensed up and started pounding on the box with her arms. She glared at Alfonso and bared her teeth.

    “STOP MAKE ME HAVE BABIES DESU!” She screamed. A creak emmited from the box below her. Through the box, Alfonso could hear the grub's muffled cooing and barking. Her face became wrinkled and the red and green blood vessels in her forehead became visible as she strained to hold her babies in.

    Alfonso saw the mother's efforts to keep her babies in and responded the way anybody would have in that situation. He started playing the mother Jissou's head like a bongo drum. Each tap made a thump as it impacted on her head.

    “STOP DESU! I NOT DRUM DESU! STOP HITTING HEAD DESU! I NOT FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS DESU!”

    After “playing” the Jissou for about a minute, Alfonso head a *shlup* as a baby grub slid out of the mother. It was followed by another. And another. In all, about 20 maggots were born in this one litter. When the last grub came out, Alfonso gently opened the drawer, only to be greeted by that oh-so-familiar sound that I'm sure everybody's DYING to hear again.

    “Punipuni.”

    “Refu- refu-...”

    “A Mr. Man refu?”

    “Refu- refu-...

    “Please rub tummy refu!”

    “Refu- refu-...”

    “Hungry refu-.”

    “Refu- refu-...”

    “Bright refu-.”

    “Reffu- refu-...”

    “What red thing refu?”

    “Refu- refu-...”

    “Pink thing look yummy refu-.”

    “Refu- reffu-...”

    About 40 maggots lay in the drawer. The newly born grubs lay on top of the grubs that had been born just before Alfonso entered the room. However, to his delight, he saw another figure among the confused squirming maggots. It meant he did not have to find one in the cages for the “Birthday Surprise.”

    “Maggot-chan, hold still rechi.”

    A little Thumb-chan scurried from on top of a pile of maggots to help one of her siblings get down to the floor. She was trying to get the piles of maggots onto the drawer floor so that she could guide them around in a search for food.

    Carefully, Alfonso removed the drawer from the box and replaced with a fresh one. He carried the drawer full of Jissou larvae back into the kitchen. As the door closed behind him he heard the Jissou box scream.

    “GIVE BACK MY BABIES DESU! YOU HURT THEM, I KILL YOU DESU! SHIT HUMAN GIVE ME BACK...” Her cries were silenced by the door shutting behind Alfonso.

    Back in the kitchen, Alfonso went about stripping the grubs of their clothes and setting them down on the incomplete pizza. They were slightly surprised that their clothes were removed, but then they settled down when they lapped up the tomato sauce that oozed out of the cheese layer beneath their stubby little feet.

    “No! Give back clothes refu!”

    “Ah-re?”

    “Red stuff yummy refu!”

    “Maggot-chan happy refu-!”

    When all the grubs had settled down and were enjoying the pizza they stood on, Alfonso picked up the thumb-chan. It had started crying when its little sisters started vanishing one by one. Thankfully, it relaxed when Alfonso placed it in the center of the pizza, where its little siblings frolicked and ate to their hearts' content.

    With this, Alfonso held the little stubby arms of the baby Jissou, raised them as high as they would go, and said to the little child, “No matter what happens, do not put down your arms, and do not move from that spot. Okay? If you can do this, you and all your little sisters will become my favorite pets.”

    “What about mama rechi?”

    “Mama likes it here. This is her home. Remember, just hold your arms up as high as they will go, no matter what happens.”

    With that, Alfonso placed the pizza on the conveyor belt that lead into the oven. What awaited the 41 baby Jissou were temperatures of 515° Fahrenheit for about five minutes. Alfonso went to fulfil other orders by customers.

    --
    Oya was a little Thumb-chan. She was only about five minutes old, at the most, and even in the warm belly of her mother, she knew she had one purpose during this stage of her life: take care of Maggot-chan. Her first memories were exiting the warm safe womb and plopping down onto a cold metal plate. All around her were Maggot-chan, stacked on top of one another. She tried to help one of them down to the floor when she saw his face, shrouded in the beautiful light of daylight. She knew not who he was, and yet she knew what he was. The face was that of a Mr. Man.

    Deep inside, she knew that his presence meant happiness, a home, shelter, and love. She felt an overwhelming desire build up inside of her. A desire to know that Mr. Man. To try and win his affection. She felt a conflict inside her very core. She found herself torn between her duty to defend and watch after Maggot-chan and her desire to win Mr. Man's heart. She felt, somehow, she could accomplish both if she tried to win Mr. Man's affection.

    However, she had bigger things to worry about. Mr. Man was picking up Maggot-chan and placing them somewhere else. She found herself powerless to watch as the number of her worm-like siblings dwindle from 40 to 30 to 20 to 10 to 5 to 2 until she was standing alone, by herself in the metal drawer she had spent her several minute life in. She began to cry, and she felt a little poop leak out into her panties. Then, Mr. Man turned back to her. She felt he heart skip a beat when she saw her siblings in a sea of food, licking at the red sauce happily. Then she felt a stab of joy when she saw Mr. Man's face again. He lifted her arms into the air and spoke in a deep, soothing voice.

    “No matter what happens, do not put down your arms, and do not move from that spot. Okay? If you can do this, you and all your little sisters will become my favorite pets.”

    Oya's hopes soared higher and higher. Just do one simple task and Mr. Man will take care of her and her siblings forever! Oh happy day! But what about Mama? She didn't know who her mama was, but she was inside her and knew that for her to exist, she had to have had a mama.

    “What about Mama rechi?”

    “Mama likes it here. This is her home. Remember, just hold your arms up as high as they will go, no matter what happens.”

    Satisfied to know that her mother was happy here, she held her little arms up with pride. She closed her little eyes as she imagined the life she would live with Mr. Man. Lots of yummy edible things she hadn't learned the words for yet. Watching all 40 of the Maggot-chan get big, healthy, and strong. Becoming a mother and raising a cluster of maggots and thumb-chan of her own. Falling asleep in Mr. Man's lap as he read the evening paper. Just then, her happy daydream was interrupted by a sudden jerk and the sensation of moving.

    Oya opened her eyes in shock. The soft place she was standing on was definitely moving. She heard many strange sounds emanating below the dough plate below them. When she looked further, she saw row upon row of shiny horizontal cylinders.The plate was being rolled somewhere. Just then, she felt a tug on her dress.

    “Why moving refu?”

    It was one of her little sisters. The grub looked up at Oya questioningly with its mismatched button-like eyes. Oya was shocked how pudgy and fat a maggot's little face is. Normally,their clothes cover up a large portion of their faces. With the little maggot being naked, she saw that her little sister has cheeks almost as big as hers! An the body, wow! Maggots have rolls of fat! The little maggot's tongue stuck out of its tiny mouth as it panted in the anticipation of a response.

    She replied to the little maggot.

    “Don't know rechiii...”

    The grub crawled away to resume playtime with its worm-like siblings. Oya changed her focus to the other maggots. They were busy frolicking and rolling around on the yellow-ish white strips floating on the red sauce below them. Suddenly, they found themselves covered with more of the strips as a Ms Lady sprinkled it on them. A few of the maggots started nibbling on the white strips.

    “Delicious refu!”

    “Yummy refu!”

    “Refu refu.”

    “Punipuni”

    “Please rub belly refu!”

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

    The jubilation ground to a sudden halt when Oya felt a blast of hot air from her left side. She turned her head to look and suddenly filled her panties with greenish sludge. About 1 foot ahead of them was a large shiny grey cave. The air shimmered within. From where she was standing, Oya saw red coils on the sides and walls of the cavern. It looked very dangerous.

    Out of the group, only Oya appeared scared for her life. The maggots, being true to form, were completely oblivious of the danger they were in. She tried her best to warn them. She waved her arms up and down, and started screaming at the top of her lungs.

    “RECHAAAA! UP AHEAD RECHI! RUN AWAY RECHI!”

    The little maggots didn't even pause to hear their sister. They were too busy munching away on the strips of cheese to notice. One looked up and tried to silence their screaming overseer.

    “Onee-chan calm down refu-. Try food refu-.”

    Oya's panic increased even more when she realized that they were getting closer and closer to the cave of scorching heat. In the blasts of heat, she felt a chill run up her tiny spine. She came to realization that she would not be able to save all the Maggot-chan. She had to act fast. She would drop as many as she could to the floor and then she would escape with one grub in her arms, to make sure that at least one grub survived. She put her plan into action. She disobeyed Mr. Man's command to keep her hands up in the air, but she came to the conclusion that Mr. Man was not intending to follow through with his promise at this point. Getting a home with Mr. Man is not worth being burnt alive for.

    She suddenly found, to her horror, that she could not move her legs. Mr. Man had placed her in a soft part of the pizza, and Oya's feet slowly sank into the dough without her knowledge. To make matters worse, she had sank into the dough as deep as her knees. She could not move, plain and simple. Her face went blue as she thrashed about, trying to free herself. Her panties would have exploded with poo, but she had expelled all the waste in her intestinal tract. All she could do was fart, making a *pbt* into the moist sludge filling her panties. A little bit of the excrement splattered on her back.

    “NO RECHAA! HELP ME RECHAA! I STUCK RECHAAA! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME RECHAAA! NOT WANT TO DIE RECHAAAAAAA!”

    Her high pitched cries for help fell on deaf ears. The maggots were just now realizing that they were being hit by an incredibly hot draft.

    “Hot refu.”

    “Why hot refu?”

    “Onee-chan need calm down refu-.”

    “Onee-chan leaking refu-.”

    “Too hot refu...”

    Finally, the conveyor belt carried the pizza to the oven. With a sudden jerk, the pizza made the transfer from the belt to the oven. The heat was unbearable at this point. Now even the maggots were panicking. Several started complaining after their stubby little feet got burnt on the now melting cheese.

    “Too hot repya!”

    “REEEEEEE!”

    “Hot repya!”

    “Maggot-chan not liking refu! Belly hot refu!”

    Oya was even more terrified when the door on the oven slid down over the entrances, trapping them inside. The sweet kiss of daylight was replaced with the harsh reddish glow of the electric heating coils.The cheese below Oya and the maggots started melting, and even started bubbling in some places. Oya screamed as the burning hot cheese wrapped its gooey deliciousness around her thighs.Some of the maggots tried to expel waste in their terror, but the melting cheese had seared their little slits shut.

    “RECHAAA!”

    “REPYAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

    “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

    “Too hot repyaaaaaa!”

    “Too hot, can't poop repya!”

    About a minute after being placed in the oven, things really began to heat up. She was blinking heavily, as the water in her eyes immediately evaporated when exposed to the intensely hot air. The air around Oya was shimmering so much that the maggots around her seemed to disappear into a quivering, screaming, reddish pink blob.

    “Houne hurnin lehu!”

    “HELP REFU!”

    “MAMA!”

    “SAVE REFU!”

    Suddenly, a strong gush of superheated air hit Oya. She looked down in horror to see her cloths on fire. She screamed as the burning clothes left scorch-marks on her soft pale pink skin. However, there were even worse things she was going through. Along with her clothes catching fire, her auburn hair, the two locks in the back and the one tuft up front, simply melted or disintegrated into ash. It would be the same effect as a person getting too close to a fire and come out missing their eyebrows. On top of this, the waste in Oya's panties began boiling and the dried waste started burning. She screamed at that top of her lungs as her buttocks, pubis, and inner thighs were seared by roasting sewage.The tears streaming down her face evaporated before they even made it to the level of her mouth.

    “RECHAAAAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS REPYEEEN! SOMEONE HELP ME RECHAAAAA!”

    The maggots weren't faring much better. Their hair had been utterly destroyed in the same fashion as Oya's by the heat. In addition, they suddenly found that their little legs and bellies were trapped in the hot cheese. They could not even struggle, for the heat had seared the nerves in their legs, paralysing them.

    “Hot refu!”

    “Re... Ree... Reeeee...”

    “Can't move, refuu...”

    Suddenly, Oya felt a churning in her belly. She knew what was happening. The stress of seeing her sisters suffer, her own suffering, her clothes and hair catching fire, and the searing pain around her butt manifested itself in an emergency pregnancy.

    “No! I don't want to be mama now repyeeen! No! Stay inside rechaaa! Please don't come out rechaaaaaaa!!”

    The maggots within her were all too anxious to escape the heat of the mother's belly. It was getting hotter by the second and they could not take much more.They did not know that the beautiful world that they thought awaited them was more like something out of Hell. Oya screamed in pain as the partially cooked muscles of her lower abdomen contracted to force the babies out. One push, and three tiny maggots, each the size of the head of a pin, fell into the hot cheese below them.

    “Tettere~!”

    “Tettere~!”

    “Tettere~!”

    The firstborn maggot landed in the bubbling cheese below Oya. It screamed for help in a tiny voice.

    “e-yaaaaaaaaaaah!”

    The other two grublets balanced on the first born, pushing it down deeper into the cheese. Oya knew that unless she did something, her newborn babies would die. She heard a creaking sound as she bent down slowly to pick them up. Her muscles were partially cooked, and the joints in her hips were dry from having the water boil out of the cartilage. Still, she managed to pick up two of her babies by the tail. They kicked about happily as she slowly lifted them into the air. The other child sank into the tomato sauce, its cries of pain silenced when a flow of molten cheese covered it, simultaneously suffocating it and searing its lungs at the same time.

    “e-u!”

    “fun e-u!”

    Oya was going to raise her babies above her head, where the air was cooler. They would have a chance to survive then. Like her previous plans, this one failed. She got them above her head, but then the muscles in her arms were cooked completely, permanently freezing them in place.

    “No rechi! No! Move rechi! MOVE RECHI! It's no use repyeeen! Somebody please help me reghiiiiiiiii!”

    Suddenly, a second blast of superheated air hit the thumb-chan and her two babies. The air was so hot that the grublets didn't even have time to scream before being incinerated. Their carbonized shadows were burned into their mother's scalp. The blast of air also dried Oya's eyelids out, freezing her eyes open. Her left ear drum was completely destroyed by the blast, and her right had received extreme heat damage. She couldn't even close her eyes to get away from the horror unfolding inside that oven.

    Finally, six agonizing minutes later, the doors opened and the cooked pizza rolled out of the oven. Through some cruel miracle, all of the maggots were still alive, thrashing about, screaming for help from the bubbling cheese. Oya, however, was cooked completely through. Every muscle in her body had been burnt to a crisp. Her once soft, pale pink skin was now a crispy golden brown. On her head were two grub-shaped burn marks, the carbonized shadows of her two newborn pups. Below her, the charred remains of Oya's first-born lay under a layer of molten cheese. To make matters worse, Oya had more babies inside of her. One pup sealed them in, however, when the heat seared its soft flesh to Oya's cervix. Trapped, they all eventually were burnt into the walls of the pulsating organ in which they were formed, now cooked black.

    Oya was amazed and disappointed to find that despite being burnt so horribly, she was still alive. She could not even feel the breeze as somebody picked up the pizza and began moving it, for all the nerves in her body had been utterly destroyed. She didn't feel anything when the Mr. Man who stuck her in the pizza oven stabbed two toothpicks through her roasted hands, each topped with a little flag that read “Happy Birthday!” She did not feel the sudden movement of the pizza being transferred to a plate. She did not feel the vibration of footsteps of the waitress as she carried the pizza to the customers' table.

    Although she was too numb to feel anything other than scorching pain, she could still see and hear to an extent. She saw the face of a human family. They had gathered around the table. One of them, a little Mr. Man, looked in hungered amazement as he examined the pizza. Out of the corner of her scorched eyes, Oya could see the blurry outlines of her still-squirming siblings. She was still alive. And Maggot-chan were still alive. There was hope yet.

    Oya felt a desire, still strong, to try and win over the little Mr. Man. Maybe he would take pity on her. Maybe he would take her home and nurse her back to health. Maybe he would help Maggot-chan. Oya tried to slip into a day dream of the life she would lead with the little Mr. Man, but those parts of her tiny brain had simply been too badly cooked to function.

    Through her severely scorched right ear, she hear something akin to a song. Everybody at the table sang it. She could just barely make out the muffled lyrics.

    “Happy Birthday to you,
    Happy Birthday to you,
    Ha-ppy Birthday dear Tommy,
    Happy Birthday to you!”

    An older man and woman cut in.

    “And many more~.”

    She did not know what those words meant, but she tried to imitate them as best as she could, to win them over.

    “Ha-ppy bir-th-day re...”

    Her world slowly faded away, and with it, the memories of her short life on Earth. Of her first few moments with her little sisters, the journey through Hell they took, and then of the simple song she heard. Finally, the memory of who she was and what her purpose was in life faded away until there was nothing but an empty shell. A hollow, burnt, empty shell. Her lifeless mismatched eyes bore silent witness to little Tommy taking a bite out of the first slice of the Uji-tacular Pizza, cutting short the lives of three Jissou grubs, in the celebration of his sixth birthday.

    --
    Ding! Ding! The young waitress, clad in a green maid's outfit and faux Jissou ears, rang the bell on the counter dividing the family friendly façade of the restaurant and the harsh, brutal reality of the kitchens.

    -Fin.
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    Ah, one of my favourites! Thank you kindly!

    I'll be posting the complete series of my own stories soon enough as a nice recap, once I give them some polishing.
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    I have a history but is in spanish, is valid?
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    Howdy, guys! It's me, WitchDoctor! Yes, THAT WitchDoctor. It's been a while, no?

    To make a long story short, I was digging through my old hard drive, and I found some of the old stories I wrote. They... haven't aged well. The main character comes across as a sociopath researcher wannabe, and I feel that I could have done better.

    To that end, I remade the first fic I ever wrote on this site and included it below. Enjoy! And... To be honest, it's nice to see you guys still here.

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    Jissouseki, or installation stone, are a strange humanoid species notable for their unusual goblin-like appearance, their unusual asexual reproductive strategy, and as one notable paper pointed out: “extremely agitating personalities”[Harold and Kumar, 2009]. Despite being a major food source for many impoverished parts of the world, the driving force behind an entire subindustry of the pet trade, we know next to nothing about them other than that they first appeared in Japan. They are so unlike most life on earth that there have been serious proposals suggesting that they may be of extraterrestrial origin [Rupert and Henderson, 2013].

    This is where my research comes into it. Most of my research up to this point has been in studying the neurobiology of dogs, cats, and other higher mammals. That changed recently, when our department received a massive grant from the NSF specifically for studying Jissouseki. I changed my area of research at the behest of my thesis advisor, who wants his group to have one of the first publications researching this new creature. Unfortunately, most research into Jissouseki up to this point has been, for lack of better terms, unofficial and unethical. One notable instance that kindled my research was a video of a vivisection of Jissouseki in a high school biology class. While it was grainy and it’s hard to make out the sounds of what is going on, it becomes apparent that a larval Jissouseki is capable of speech the moment it is born. Not only that, but it is capable of carrying on a conversation (an admittedly broken one at that). While there have been other papers on this phenomenon [Chang, 2015][Filip et. al. 2016], my research is remarkable because I am trying to identify just how intelligent the larval Jissouseki really are. In addition, I am trying to identify if this ability is a learned ability or one that is inborn.

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    Acquiring larval Jissou that are fit for testing is quite a challenge. It turns out that they’re quite fragile, and in the wild, that translates to them having a lifespan that is measured in minutes. Their main predators are dogs, cats, birds, insects, humans (not for predation; killing them en masse is somewhat of a bloodsport nowadays), and other, larger Jissouseki. As if to make things more complicated, Jissouseki happen to be a social species as larvae, and leaving them isolated for long periods of time without their siblings can induce stress that could result in sudden cardiac arrest.

    This is not the only limiting factor. For the purposes of my experiment, using captured feral Jissouseki is out of the question. While wild-born specimens are rather numerous (there’s a small colony of them on campus that keeps coming back no matter how many times it gets wiped out), using any number of them would compromise my research by introducing outside variables (chemical exposure, parasitic infestation, disease, mental trauma, etc.) into my experiments, which could invalidate my results.

    To make matters worse, it would appear as though store-bought Jissouseki are hardly any better. They come in a wide range of prices, from fancy, trained specimens that can go for several thousand dollars, to “abuse toys”(a practice I take objection with) that can go for $4 or less. However unscientific the methods that are used to separate Jissou into these categories are, they do show that the parentage of these creatures is important, which is something supported by preliminary research. A few other researchers have identified that Jissouseki are genetic copies of their mothers [Abiteboul 2007][Kahan, Kumer, and Robinson 2009], and a more recent paper in the proceedings of the FASEB 2017 indicated that intragenerational mutation was negligible in Jissouseki[Kumer and Mallaya 2016]. This means that any Jissouseki I use in my experiments cannot come from the same mother or else my results will be called into question for having too homogenous of a testing set. Since most pet stores use a “factory farm” method to birthing Jissouseki, this means that the selection available at somewhere like Jissou Paradise may only have three mothers between them in the best case scenario. In the worst case, the breeders can be “graduates” of past batches, and there is the distinct possibility that every single Jissouseki in the store could be first cousins.

    Last month, we finally had a breakthrough in terms of finding a suitable source for research material. A local breeder I had been in contact with said that he would sell a batch of Jissouseki larvae to our lab, 200 individuals in total, and insisted that his specimens had been reared in a suitable environment and were not related. After spending an additional three weeks to identify that the mothers were genetically separated by at least five generations, I could finally begin my testing. I booked the lab time a week in advance, late in the evening where nobody can disturb me or otherwise compromise the experiment.

    So, there I was, in the lab, with a small green cardboard box in front of me and all kinds of cooing and mumbling sounds coming out of it. Judging from the sounds coming out of it, it seemed as though all twenty of the larvae inside had survived the trip from the breeder to our lab. They had to be six hours old at most, and they were already vocal. An interesting development, but covered in enough papers that it wasn’t worth covering again. I put on a pair of rubber gloves, pulling them taut over my hand with a satisfying snap. I anticipated the next part might get messy.

    I decided to do a preliminary examination on one of the larvae. While it meant that I most likely could not be able to use this one in my experiment, I needed to do this to ensure that the rest of the test batch are indeed viable. After organizing my work area, I carefully open the box and remove one of the Jissouseki inside, laying it on a plastic dissection tray.

    To those unfamiliar with what a larval Jissouseki looks like, allow me to give you a picture. At first glance, a so-called “Jissou maggot” is a fat, grub-like creature with oversized triangular ears that are constantly twitching. Closer examination reveals a tuft of hair on its forehead, two large mismatched button eyes, and a large A-shaped mouth defined by a harelip and fat cheeks that is located just below two tiny nostrils that are flush with the rest of the face. While their primary method of locomotion does not involve limbs, they have two pairs of tiny, nub-like “feet” that are located in analogous positions to the arms and legs of other life stages. This, along with the slit-like cloaca located on a fatty pad just behind the second pair of legs, makes it apparent that the larval Jissouseki is analogous to both a newborn marsupia and the caterpillar of a butterfly: an underdeveloped fetus that has to obtain enough nourishment to fuel its transformation into the next stage of its life. The creature itself wears a simple, form-fitting body stocking, which it’s born with, surprisingly.

    The maggot, recognizing my presence, looked over its shoulder before flipping on its back, exposing its fat belly. With a high-pitched voice and the Jissouseki equivalent of a smile, it chirped


    “Tummy soft, tummy springy~ Want rub, refu~”

    Admittedly, it was rather cute. So I ended up breaking protocol and fulfilled its request. With a gloved finger, I gently stroked the grub’s fat belly. Like it said, it gave some resistance when I pushed down on it, and it was pretty soft. The maggot closed its eyes and stuck its tongue out as it panted contentedly. Greenish slime oozed out of its anal slit.

    “Feel good refu~ Happy refu~”

    After a couple seconds of this, I set about to preparing the rest of my work area for the examination. Once a notebook and a pencil were in front of the dissection tray, I pulled over the surgical lamp to the work area. The maggot opened its eyes to look at me, and while it was very small, there was still a noticeable look of confusion on its face.

    “What doing refu~?”

    “This might be a little bright, so don’t look directly at it, okay?”

    I flipped the switch, and the LEDs came on, bathing the work area in light. No sooner had I done this did the maggot flinch and start screaming bloody murder.

    “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ TOO BRIGHT REFU! CAN’T SEE REFU!”

    I immediately killed the light, but the damage was already done. The maggot’s eyes were unfocused, looking around randomly with streams of red-green tears flowing from them. As the maggot rolled onto its stomach in an attempt to crawl away, I noticed that it kept running randomly into the sides of the tray, which it should have seen just fine.

    A few seconds of exposure to bright light resulted in permanent blindness. Jissouseki larvae are incredibly fragile indeed. Unfortunately, putting this one back with its siblings was not an option. Cannibalism, a rare occurrence in most higher animals, is actually quite common Jissouseki. Larvae, nymphs, and even juveniles are at risk of being devoured by their own siblings if they’re born with some form of defect or if they’re critically injured. While this is beneficial in the wild (saving resources on the wounded Jissouseki to give its littermates a better chance at survival), the consumption of this maggot may have had an adverse affect on my control group.

    So, I decided to acquire some tissue samples from the now blinded maggot, since it’s death was assured anyway. I reached for the scalpel I was not intending to use and cut away at its green bodystocking with a slight sawing motion. A few seconds later, and the maggot’s belly is exposed. I lowered the faceshield of my protective gear, anticipating what would happen next would get rather messy.

    “What happen refu~? Why no see refu~? Why belly cold refu~?”

    I gripped the maggot on both sides of its head and lower the scalpel, cutting away the flesh with a single long stroke. The blade cut into its soft flesh with ease, while the maggot thrashed about wildly. Red and green ichor mixed together and flowed from the incision in its stomach. A jet of green gelatinous waste shot from its lower orifice a good six inches into the air, splattering against the face guard and dripping onto my labcoat. All the while, the Jissouseki larva kept screaming.

    “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! REEEE! REEEE! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURT! IT HURT!”

    After I had made the first incision, I grabbed the skin on both sides of the incision and gently pulled it back, revealing the interior of the larva’s body cavity. It arched it back painfully in response, pulling its peritoneum tight, revealing the soft, dark outlines of its internal organs. Gripping the grub on either side, I made the second incision through the membrane, releasing the maggot’s viscera. Its screams, though never increasing in volume, became more ragged and desperate. The combined action of it arching its back and screaming forced its entrails through the cut, it's green-red intestines uncoiling as they escaped the maggot’s abdomen.

    The Jissouseki larva, its intestines hanging out of its stomach and lying in a pool of its own blood, collapsed back onto the tray. Its tongue hung limply out of its mouth, a mixture of blood and drool flowing from either corner of its mouth. The grub’s breathing was ragged and shallow, and the color was draining out of its eyes.

    “Tired refu… Cold refu… want mama re…”

    With a final, pathetic sigh, the maggot’s body went limp and it stopped moving. Collecting the brain, stomach, heart, and other tissue samples proved to be less difficult for me to kill the maggot to get them in the first place; its skeleton was still cartilaginous and had not hardened, so my scalpel cut through its skill with relative ease. Its flesh, similarly underdeveloped, had weak connective tissue, making cutting through it like slicing through wet tissue paper. By the time I was done with it, it was no longer recognizable as a Jissouseki larva, looking more like an unrecognizable mass of meat, blood, and feces.

    Per lab protocol, unused material had to be disposed of in an appropriate manner, so I dropped the maggot’s body, along with the paper towel I used to wipe up the mess it left behind, into the medical waste bin. By morning, the larva, along with the other waste from the experiment, would be well on its way to the laboratory’s incinerator.

    With the initial screening finding a randomly selected maggot to be in good health, I prepared for my actual experiment.

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    My experimental rig requires some explanation. While we were trying to secure the materials (i.e. Jissouseki larvae) for the experiment, my thesis advisor and I assembled the rig over a weekend. It was an ugly device, constructed from plexiglass, scrap electronics, and more breadboards than a hack-a-thon. My advisor, however, deemed this necessary for preliminary observations on whether or not maggots are able to pick up on environmental cues and look for unconventional solutions to the problem put before them. [Minsky et. al. 2010] showed that adult and sub-adult Jissouseki are indeed able to learn from environmental cues as well as through experience. Our experiment was a continuation of this same reasoning, applied to Jissouseki larvae.

    The rig was laid out like a rectangular arena, with the maggots on one end and a chute on the other end that was connected to a box filled with Jissouseki food pellets. When I pressed a button on a controller, a food pellet was dispensed and rolled into a basin on the far side of the arena. On the wall, in plain sight of the Jissouseki larvae, was the depiction of one of the grubs touching a dark strip with a lightning bolt through it. Indeed, any maggot that tried to crawl directly to the food would touch the metal strip in the center of the arena, receiving a low-level electric shock in the process. While painful and disorienting, it would only serve to repel them away from the strip, not kill them. However, towards the back of the arena, there was a passageway that connected to a tube that ran from one end of the arena to the other. While it was not the shortest route, it had no traps in it, thus allowing the grubs to bypass the strip entirely.

    The basic premise for this experiment was to test to see if
    If the maggots could link symbols to ideas (the sign warning them about the electric hazard)
    If the maggots couldn’t learn from the symbols, would they recognize it as a hint to start looking for other solutions to the problem.

    In the first case, if the maggots could link the sign with the shock, then it would tell us that we should focus our research in that area, as it would indicate that they learn a language in a similar fashion to humans. The second case was my invention, a criticism of [Minsky et. al. 2010], in which there was no solution for the problem they presented.

    One by one, I gently removed the Jissouseki maggots out of their box and into the rig. Some of them rolled over on their backs, asking for a belly rub as the first grub had then cried when they did not receive it. Others just did regular Jissouseki maggot things, like gumming each other and crawling about to explore their environment, mewling and defecating all the while. Once I had ten grubs in the arena, I moved out of sight to avoid interfering with the experiment. With the larvae in place, I was ready to begin.

    I pushed the button on my controller. A buzzer sounded, capturing the larvae’s attention. A red LED mounted in a breadboard above the arena pulsed, then a green one, followed by the groaning of a stepper motor and gears. Then, a single pellet of Jissouseki food dropped unceremoniously into the arena, where it rolled about half-way to the metal strip.

    The larvae, excited by the introduction of food to the test area, inched merrily towards the strip, leaving green slimy trails in their wake. They were completely oblivious as to what would happen, which should have made the lesson that followed stick.

    “Looks tasty refu~”

    “Food fall from box refu~”

    “Scary noise refu~”

    Then, the fastest grub, leaving a trail of drool and feces behind it, touched the metal strip. With a sharp electric pop, it jerked back violently with a yelp, a dazed expression crossing its face as its eyes welled up with tears.

    “Maggot-chan hurtie refu…”

    “Loud sound refu~”

    “What happen refu~?”

    Initially, I thought that the maggots’ reactions were a sign that they learned what just happened through observation.

    They did not. One by one, they crawled towards the bait, only to get knocked back with a sharp electric shock. By the end of the first minute, the entire group of maggots was reduced to a crying, tearful, feces-smeared mess.

    “Re peeen~ Re peeeen~”

    “Maggot-chan no get food, refu~ Sad refu~”

    After a minute of crying themselves out, the maggots made another attempt at the bait. Inching along a little faster than before, in fact. The outcome was predictable, with one exception. One of the maggots tried to vault over the strip, meaning that instead of just receiving one big shock, it received multiple successive pulses. Its screams became shorter and more frantic in sync with the unit’s capacitors discharging one by one.

    “REEEE! REEE! REE-EEEEE-EEE-EEE-E-EEEE--EEE--!”

    Suddenly, its cries were suddenly cut short with a soft popping sound, accompanied by the color draining out of the grub’s eyes. The maggot’s body spasmed violently as its nerves fired off their signals coordinately. There was no doubt as to the fact that it was dead, but I wasn’t sure what killed it.

    Almost immediately after sensing the death of one of their own, a crowd from the nearest maggots crawled their way over to the still-twitching corpse. Initially, I thought that they were investigating the body, an assumption immediately disproved when the nearest grub grabbed one of the stump-like legs and pulled it off in its teeth. The others dived in, tearing chunks of flesh free from the corpse and ensuring that they and everything around them was soaked in red-green blood.

    “Tasty refu~ Want more refu~”

    “Maggot-chan taste good refu~”

    As I said earlier, cannibalism is already a well-known characteristic of Jissouseki. In addition, I was under the impression that the time that larval Jissouseki would stop eating when they are hungry, which means they could lose interest in the food pellet. Thinking quickly, I press the button on the remote to drop another food pellet into the arena.

    Nothing happened. I pressed it again. Again, nothing happened. I reached for the base to see if a wire had become unhooked, somehow. A searing pain shot through my finger, and I jerked it back instinctively. The base of the controller had become too hot to handle. It was then that I noticed the smell: the putrid smell of burning feces and the acrid odor of ozone. I looked up and saw why the rig was not responding to my button presses.

    The now very-dead larva had squirted a jet of its green, sludge-like feces backward, either as it died or as its fellows devoured it. That jet landed a lucky shot on the transformer for the rig, shorting it out. It was no longer receiving the five volts that powered the Arduino board that controlled the various electrical systems of the unit. Instead, the entire system was receiving the current directly from the wall. The microcontroller was scorched black from the short circuit, and I could hear the thrumming of electricity.

    Not wanting to get electrocuted, I made my way towards the laboratory’s door. At that point, there was nothing I could do. In our haste to assemble the experimental rig, we had forgotten to add a breaker or fuse in the system. I just had to wait for the electronics to fail, which they eventually would. The capacitors that delivered the charge were beginning to swell, and some of the wires were glowing hot.

    It then occured to me that the maggots were on their way towards the bait, right towards the metal strip. If one of them made contact with it, the grub would close the overloaded circuit and…

    I could only watch as one of the larvae grabbed the tail of the one in front of it in its teeth and pulled back. I could hear the maggot’s complaints, even from where I was standing.

    “Re? Why no move refu? Want food refu... Repeeen...”

    With the maggot now stopped, another maggot crawled towards it. To my surprise, rather than rip into it as they had earlier, the newcomer climbed on the back of the restrained larva. Then another, then another.

    Maybe they finally recognized that the strip was dangerous, and they were trying to build a bridge over it? A fascinating development for sure, one I was unable to examine up close owing to the incredible danger of the rapidly failing experimental enclosure. By the time all the maggots were in one spot, their bridge was almost complete. Then, something happened.

    The top Jissouseki larva got agitated for some reason, and began advancing forward as fast as it could, trying to build speed to cross the gap.

    “No touch food refu! Maggot-chan hungry re-”


    What happened next occurred so fast that it was over by the time I had registered it. The larva on top of the almost completed bridge falling from its perch and landing on the strip. A bright flash of light, accompanied by the sound of arcing electricity and the smell of burning flesh mixed with feces. A thick, gooey splat of organic matter on the sides of the enclosure in time with the loud popping of the rig’s capacitors venting and exploding from the excessive voltage of the new current, filling the air with toxic fumes. The stench of burning plastic as the power supply burst into flames at the same time the room’s breaker failed, plunging the room into darkness, illuminated by dim red emergency lighting as the fire alarm screamed overhead.

    The entire experimental rig had burst into flames, and in so doing had thrown the breaker, knocking out the power for not just our laboratory, but for the entire building as well. I could not stay in there for much longer, as the flames from the unit were rising higher and higher, and the stench of burning plastic was becoming unbearable. I ran my way for the door and slammed it shut behind me. Safely in the entryway, I pulled the lever on the wall to my right. The door behind me locked and sealed. An automated female voice sounded over the intercom.


    “Fire detected in Laboratory 3C. All personnel evacuated. Fire suppression systems engaged.”

    With that, there was a loud whoosh of gas being emitted from ports in the ceiling, blowing loose objects in the lab around and shaking the sealed glass door behind me as the pressure in the room suddenly changed. All the while, the klaxons overhead kept screaming their rhythmic electronic buzzing. And then, just as suddenly, the alarms cut off.

    An eerie silence loomed over the laboratory. Looking back through the door to the lab, the entire room was filled with smoke, but I could just make out the shape of the rig. The experiment platform was completely destroyed, its walls scorched black, sagging, and half-melted into the table. A few minutes passed in silence before the breaker reset and the overhead lights flickered and finally lit up again, bathing the smoke-filled room in soft, sterile white light.

    Finally, the voice on the intercom broke the quiet with a new message, accompanied with the whirring of multiple industrial fans.

    “Fire extinguished. Venting atmosphere in laboratory 3C.”

    I waited for the room to be properly vented, then rushed in.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    My thesis advisor leaned back in his chair, howling with laughter as the maggot bridge exploded on the screen in front of him. Thankfully, we had a recording system installed to the unit during its construction, and the microSD card that recorded the experiment from the start to its fiery end had remained intact, even if the camera had not been so fortunate. Per his insistence, we were looking over the video recording to draw further conclusions from this experiment, details that we may have missed earlier.

    “Doctor Kumar, I don’t see how this is funny,” I said, trying to suppress my annoyance. “That accident cost us at least three grand for the cost of the rig, not to mention the remaining larvae that were killed by the suppression system. We had been waiting weeks for that breeder to be certified, and we lost all the maggots, including the ones not in the test chamber! If my notes hadn’t survived the explosion and the suppression system, the entire experiment would have been a failure!”

    “Heh heh… Watching that made getting kicked out of lab 3C almost worth it!” he said, wiping a tear from his eye. “That being said, don’t worry about funding. The point is that we were able to quantify the mental qualities of larval Jissou…”

    Then, in unintentional unison, we both quoted Charles Darwin.

    “... There is little to be said.”

    Doctor Kumar chuckled. “Heh, you owe me a soda. Though, it does strike me as strange what that one Jissou larva did.”

    “The one that dropped onto the strip?” I asked.

    “Yes. It seemed as though the whole lot of them were getting rather coordinated towards the end of the test, only for the one on top to lose its patience. I wonder why that is?”

    I got up to leave. “Well, we can figure it out later. In the meantime, I have a report to write. I’ll see you next week.”

    As I walked towards the door of his office, he called me back over to his computer.

    “Hey, ******, how many larva did you say you put in the experimental course?”

    “Hm? I only added ten, as we agreed upon when we assembled it. One was killed and eaten, then they all died at the end. Why?”

    Doctor Kumar stared blankly at his computer screen. “I’m asking because I only count eight maggots.”

    I walked back to his computer. Sure enough, there were only eight maggots in the testing area. Before I could ask about where it went, Doctor Kumar pointed to the green trail leading away from the group. It lead directly into the alternate path we had set up, through the tunnel, and out the other side, where the missing grub was munching happily on the bait.

    “How could I have missed that? How long was it doing that?”

    “In all fairness,” Doctor Kumar said, “It only appeared on the other side after the transformer short circuited. By that time, you wouldn’t have seen it.”

    With that, he pressed the play button on the video, picking up on the exact moment the rig exploded. One frame, the ninth maggot is sitting there, chewing on the food pellet. The next, it’s gone, leaving a carbonized shadow.

    “Do you know what this means?” Doctor Kumar said.

    “Um… no…” I said, playing dumb, hoping to get out of this experiment once and for all.

    “We need to investigate the outlier. And by we, I mean you. This is your experiment, after all. I expect to have some result on the outlier in two weeks, all right?”

    “But, Doctor Kumar--!”

    “Good luck! I have faith in you,” he said as he logged out of his workstation and past me, towards the doorway of his office. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend. Take care of this for me, okay?”

    I stood completely dumbfounded as he walked down the hall, his footsteps getting softer and softer until I could not hear them any more. It took a few minutes for it to sink in what just happened.

    So now, I’m tasked with repeating an experiment that could have killed me, with even less supplies than before, all on the off chance we get a repeat of the anomaly observed during said test. Oh, and I have to rebuild the experimental rig, as the old one is a molten heap of plastic, scorched scrap electronics, and burnt organic matter.

    God-fucking-dammit.
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    Not sure if anyone's still here, but...

    Does anyone have the story I wrote with the remote control jet plane? I don't appear to have a copy of it in my archives. If I did, I'd post it here.
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    This must be telepathy herr doktor, just today I felt compeled to check the old Guro chan.

    Here is what you were missing, Here is Part 1



    398 Name: WitchDoctor : 2009-03-07 20:58 [Del] One-shot: Death from Above, Part 1

    On a Friday evening, about a year ago, I went out into the field just outside my house. I live in the country, and there is a huge patch of land just past my house that goes on for miles. It is a large, empty space with nothing but tall grass in it. In the middle of the field is a 200 foot strip of paved concrete, part of an abandoned road. It is a perfect location for my pastime.

    My hobby is designing, building, and piloting model airplanes. In fact, you could say it’s my career rather than my pasttime. There’s very little difference between what I do for my paycheck and what I do for fun. The only difference I can think of off the top of my head is that at work, I design airframes that could either be the next space shuttle or the next F/A-18 Super Hornet.

    I remember my first R/C plane. I was twelve at the time. It was a simple battery-powered prop plane that I christened BlueBell. I lived in the suburbs of Houston then, and I would crash Bluebell into my neighbor’s backyards a lot, which meant I would have to go get it. I got to know the neighbors in my home town really well because of old Bluebell!

    Now, about 20 years later, I have about twenty or so planes in my little airport. Most of them are just off-the-shelf, electrical prop airplanes. Two of them are model helicopters. One of them is a model glider, basically a radio-controlled rigid-winged kite. But some of them are unique, built by the fruits of my labors.

    One of them is a 1/23 scale replica B-17 bomber. It’s just like the one my grandfather flew in the war. I named it Annabelle after his plane. I even went as far as to look for photographs of the plane in question to find out how she was painted. I gave the model the exact paintjob as the original plane. It turned out really well. Now all I’m missing are a few Messerschmitts, a few Spitfires, a few AA guns, and more people to operate them, and I would have my own WWII air battle.

    Then, there is the pride and joy of my collection. I paid, in all, about $233,000 dollars for her, including costs to clear the airspace around my country home, a license to fly her, and just building the damned thing. I christened her Stargazer. She’s a beauty. I designed and built every part of her, from the frame to the computer that stabilizes her in flight to even the software that the computer uses. She’s a two engine model jet aircraft. I mean an actual jet aircraft, not one of those ducted fan jets you can get for a relatively low cost at a hobby store. I paid about $2,000 per engine, the best two grand I have ever spent. The best way I can find to describe her is that she looks like a compact version of an F-22 Raptor. She has a wing span of about four feet, and is about the same measurement from the tip of her nose cone to the end of her tail. Her top speed is 221 MPH, and thrust vectoring makes her a force to be reckoned with. She’s a beauty, and is simply a joy to fly, thanks to the stabilization software, the gauges that let me track fuel consumption and structural integrity, and the fact that she is an air-superiority fighter in miniature.

    On the weekends, every now and then, I’d take her out of the garage, place her on the tarmac, and send her into the sky. The neighbors would gather around and “ooh” and “aah” at my beloved aircraft as I did flybys and aerobatic stunts. She sounds like the real deal during flybys. She looks like the real thing too, which is why I keep a radio nearby to listen for incoming military aircraft. The last thing I need is to have Stargazer taken out by Sidewinder missile.

    The most fun I’ve had with my model planes is by attaching a small panoramic camera and about 16 gigabytes of Flash memory I mounted where the cockpit would be. I could get a wide angle of the countryside from an altitude of 300 feet with any of the other planes or get a fast-paced, white knuckle video as I pulled hard-G’s with Stargazer. Occasionally, I will upload a video of a particularly awesome flight on Youtube. The last video I posted, which shows me strafing a turkey vulture several hundred feet off the ground with the glider, garnered about 10,000 views and three 5-star ratings!

    Sadly, I had been flying my planes less often since May. That’s around the time “the new neighbors” moved into our neighborhood. They aren’t really our neighbors, though. They don’t own any property in the block, or have a stable place of residence. Whenever they came to visit, it’s almost impossible to get them to leave and they have the nerve to order you around like they own the place. All they seem to be good for is taking your food, defecating on your floor just after you clean, and spawn more of their kind. They look like little dolls in green dresses and with crude green shoes. They have mismatched red-green eyes and harelips. They are bald other than two patches of long hair on the back of their heads and one patch of hair on the front. Often times, you see them without their tacky dresses or even sometimes without their hair. They have these strange ears that make them resemble some kind of goblin or troll. Only recently did I find out that they’re called Jissouseki. They’re some strange little monster from Japan.

    I don’t mean to sound racist, but why did I expect them to do something like this?

    The first time I saw a Jissouseki, I was on my way to work. I had just left my house and was on the way to my car when I heard a few strange noises. It was a small group of these Jissouseki raiding my neighbor’s tomato garden. The biggest one was gorging herself on her ill-gotten gain, with the smaller ones feeding small scraps of the juicy flesh and seeds to a cluster of strange grub-like creatures with faces like theirs. The little grubs kept chirping “rehu!” to get their caretaker’s attention. I didn’t look at them for very long, or else I would have been late for work. I got into my car and drove away. Little did I know that I would see more of them later…

    The biggest hindrance to me that the Jissouseki have caused is the fact that they made a small cardboard shanty town next to the runway, and they crossed the runway quite often to get to the tall grass on the other side. Every day I would look out at the strip of abandoned road, I would always see at least one of the creatures dawdling about on the road, almost ensuring that I would collide with it if I tried to fly anything with more value than a glider made out of folder printer paper. If that were true, then I might as well read a book about aerodynamics in the exosphere, like I have to do at work.

    That day, however, it looked clear. From the time I got home from work, at 4:00, to 4:45, I did not see a single one of the little green trolls cross the runway. After wondering which one I aircraft I would fly, I selected Stargazer. I wanted to fly her on that day. I need my jet fix every so often!

    That afternoon, around 5:00, I opened up the TUFF-shed right by my house and rolled the little jet out from her small hangar in a shelf. I removed the intake covers and filled her fuel tanks with jet fuel specifically made for her.

    Another thing that makes Stargazer unique is that she is made to run on green fuel. I can readily make fuel for her. No, I don’t have an oil refinery in my backyard! I make the fuel in a greenhouse-like extension I built into the shed. In there, I process and ferment sugars extracted from green algae. Neat, huh? I actually get better performance from this fuel than with the equivalent made from petroleum, it burns cleaner, and I can make it myself for free! I don’t understand why we haven’t been using more of this stuff! We could have weaned ourselves off of oil a long time ago!

    Anyway, I took her out to the strip of abandoned road and do a few preps before she would fly. A rudder, aileron, and trim check came out perfectly. She needed little calibration despite being in storage for about three weeks. The final test I needed to run was an engine check. If the engines had somehow collected dust or dead bugs, her engines may fail in mid-flight. I didn’t want that happening for obvious reasons. I slowly pressed forward on the throttle controls for the engines. Gradually, her engines rumbled then roared then screamed into life. I was standing off to the left of the plane; being right behind her would mean that I would get a face full of hot exhaust fumes and would probably go deaf from the noise. Just then, the left engine coughed, spitting black smoke out the exhaust vent. I heard the engine wind down shortly afterward. I pulled back on the throttle controls, cleared the intake with an air duster can, then started the engine up again. This time, I saw the two engines’ exhaust ports glow red from the superheated gases flowing from them. When the two engines were at a steady whine, I taxied the plane into position.

    Just when I was going to see my favorite plane take to the skies again, I heard small, high pitched voices and squeaks coming from just off to the side of my left shoe.

    “Too loud rehu.”

    “Mama, I can’t hear rechi…”

    I looked over to see a collection of those creatures at my feet. The biggest one was looking up at me, almost waiting for me to cast my gaze upon her. Her two small, plump children were watching over three of the grubs. They are even uglier up close than the ones in my neighbor’s tomato garden earlier.

    “Hello, Mr. Man desu.” The bigger one said, bringing her stubby arm to her dimple her cheek, obviously an attempt to look cute.

    I impatiently replied, “Do you mind clearing the runway? I’m in the middle of something.” Seriously, it had been three weeks since I flew anything. I needed my fix.

    I could barely hear her reply over the scream of the jet engines. “Take me home desu!”

    I waved my hand dismissively. I didn’t have time to deal with those creatures. “I don’t have time to entertain you. Go away.”

    She grabbed my pant leg and started trying to shake me. “TAKE US HOME DESU! WE ARE GOOD JISSOU AND WE DON’T EAT MUCH DESU!”

    Irritated, I lowered the power to the Stargazer’s engines. The scream of the engines fell to a dull roar.

    I fixed my gaze on the one who yelled at me, the big fat one. “What is so important that I have to interrupt my flight for you?”

    She said calmly, “Take us home desu.”

    I looked at the smaller ones. The more humanoid ones were imitating the larger Jissouseki’s display from earlier. The grubs were just crawling around, oblivious to the drama unfolding around them. While two of the grubs rolled over on their backs and make strange noises, one curiously crawled over to investigate my shoes.

    “Punihu.”

    “Punipuni.”

    “Techu~n?”

    “Dark thing funny taste rehu.”

    “Mr. Man is tall techu.”

    “Are my children cute desu?”

    Looking away from them, I asked “Do you want an honest answer?”

    “Yes, desu!”

    I replied to their display with an honest answer, even if they didn’t like it. “No. You all are uglier than an old goat’s ass. Now go away, I’m trying to do something imp-.”

    “MR. MAN IS MEAN DESU!” She screamed as she stomped my shoe. “MY CHILDREN ARE CUTE DESU! YOU ARE MEAN MR. MAN DESUUUUUUUU!”

    Tired of her theatrics, I knocked her away with a slight kick. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to separate us by another foot. That’s when I realized that Stargazer ‘s engine noise, plus the mother’s screaming, had attracted the attention of a large group of Jissouseki from the cardboard shanty.

    “What that noise techi?”

    “A Mr. Man is here desu!”

    “Maybe he will take us home desu!”

    “He won’t take someone as ugly as you desu. He will pick someone pretty like me desu.”

    “I NOT UGLY DESU! YOU TAKE BACK DESU!”

    “Come on Maggot-chan, maybe Mr. Man give us food techi.”

    “Carry rehu-.”

    “What is big white thing techi?”

    “Is loud rechi…”

    It looked like my flight was cancelled. When you are flying a plane that can travel at about 200 MPH, you cannot afford to have any sort of distraction. In this case, it’s better to err on the side of caution, because the stakes could be a really expensive plane, a really high medical bill, or funeral expenses.

    More and more of the little monsters poured in from the shanty town. While there were a few teddy bear sized adults in the group, most of them were children and the strange grub-like things. Several of them had actually climbed on top of Stargazer in an attempt to get my attention. Just for a little prank, I suddenly pressed forward on the throttle controls.

    Let the casualties begin.

    Behind the exhaust for the two main engines, a child and a grub were standing around, chirping for my attention. When I pressed the throttle forward suddenly, they were caught right in the middle of a plume of searing hot flames. Their hair and clothing were burnt right off their bodies by superheated gases. The two were not hurt otherwise, but embarrassed to be sure.

    “Where clothes rehu-?”

    “I’m naked techuu?”

    Stargazer’s sudden lurch forward knocked the children and grubs that were on top of the plane off onto the ground. None were severely injured, but they were all confused by the sudden movement. One second, you’re looking at Mr. Man in the eye on top of some kind of object. The next, you’re looking at his shoe from the pavement.

    “Why move rehu-?”

    “Too loud rehu-.”

    “B-b-big thing just moved rechi… Scary rechi…”

    “Ow! That hurt techi!”

    I evened out the throttle to prevent the plane from rocketing forward too quickly. If you take off too fast, it doesn’t look as cool. I had an audience to impress. Part of showmanship with model airplanes is handling the model like you would the real thing.

    Stargazer is capable of taking off in less than 20 feet, but it looks a lot more graceful when you use about 100-180 feet. Aside from conserving precious fuel, it adds to the suspense of an observer. It makes you lean forward in your seat and start rooting for the small aircraft. It looks built to take to the skies, and it makes observers hope, sometimes even pray, that it will fulfill its purpose. “Will it fly? Come on, fly. Come on… Come on… YES!” And then, to make their jaws go slack, let her loose and show that your jet’s actually a nimble acrobat in the sky. Give them their own private air show. Feel free to do all sorts of tricks, like somersaults, barrel rolls, loop-de-loops, and flybys. If you really have skill, send your plane into a tailspin, a stall, or a nosedive, and recover to rocket into the air mere feet, or sometimes mere inches, from inevitable collision with the ground. If it helps, imagine that you are locked in a dogfight with an invisible opponent. Leave the observers in amazement. When you bring your plane back onto the ground, make the entry and landing as smooth as possible. Don’t just land the plane; anybody can land a plane. It takes real skill to gently guide her in, and touch her down so that she slowly and carefully rolls to a stop. That will earn you a huge round of applause when you bring her in for landing!

    Anyway, back to what happened.

    Stargazer’s sudden jerk forward made the Jissouseki back away from the now threatening aircraft, clearing the runway and silencing the crowd. I guess I would be able to fly my plane after all. I taxied the plane into position again, as the sudden jerk forward sent her slightly off center of the runway. I slowly increased the throttle, and she slowly moved forward. The Jissouseki became transfixed on the amazing flying machine. Gradually, bit by bit, she increased her speed until, finally at around 150 feet, take off! Once she was about 15 feet off the ground, I let her loose. She took off like a shot, leaving in a puff of flame.

    While some of the Jissouseki began begging for attention as soon as Stargazer was out of sight, others remained in awe of the little jet as it darted into the distance. They saw the small white plane turn into a dark shape in the sky, and gradually turn back to white as I turned it around.

    “Give punipuni rehu-.”

    “Take me home desu. My children and I don’t eat much desu.”

    “…”

    “… Uwaa…”

    “It like a bird techi…”

    “It’s coming back desu…”

    To impress the ones in my inhuman audience and to shut the others up, I didn’t bring her right back to me. Instead, I flew her until she was parallel to me, the distance between us about 100 feet, then brought her back for a flyby.

    When you’re doing a flyby, try not to do it too close to the observer. You want to impress them, not intimidate them. Try to keep the plane about 50 or so feet way at all times, or about 100 if you have a jet. This is because you need to be careful in case of Murphy’s Law suddenly taking affect. A model jet at full throttle with erratic or non-responsive controls is basically an unpredictable missile. You don’t want to get anybody in the way of that thing unless you enjoy talking to lawyers.

    Stargazer screamed past at breakneck speed. A few were not ready for the loud roar of an air breathing jet engine and fainted. Several of the grubs froze, then lay still. They lay in a puddle of their own filth, their eyes dull and lifeless. I literally scared them to the point that their tiny hearts stopped beating. Knowing I couldn’t do anything to save them, I kept my focus on Stargazer. The decision boiled down to a choice between a world with a few less of those grub-like things or a wrecked model jet. Guess which one I chose.

    What made me slightly sick were the slurping and crunching sounds that I heard not long after the flyby. I soon learned the nature of the noises from one of the children’s outbursts.

    “Mama, why did you eat Maggot-chan techi!”

    “Maggot-chan was weak baby, so I eat desu! Only the strong survive desu!”

    In that moment, I learned what those things were. The grubs were the babies of these doll-like things, like a larval form. That could only mean…

    I turned back to the crowd, and nearly lost my lunch. One of the mothers and at least three of the children held a partially eaten baby in their hands, with green and red smears around their mouths.

    They’re cannibals. They’re filthy, they’re brutish, and they’re cannibals?! I felt any compassion I had for the little monsters evaporate. I wanted to show them my contempt, but I had a job to do. No matter how amazing Stargazer is, it cannot fly itself. I fought my feelings of nausea and anger and concentrated on flying the jet. I would not attempt another fly-by though.

    After 15 minutes of stunt flying, I put Stargazer in a holding pattern while I cleared the runway for landing. I stepped back and most of the Jissouseki that had congregated around me followed. There were a few stragglers, such as a larva whose sister had left it behind in the rush to follow Mr. Man.

    “Onee-chan, wait for me rehu! Leave me not rehu!”

    After clearing the runway, I brought the jet in for a landing attempt. I pushed back on the throttle and gently, ever so gently, brought my plane to a safe and gentle landing. She bounced once, thanks to the wings still generating lift when she touched down. Aside from that, she landed successfully, slowly and gracefully rolling to a stop.

    Thankfully, nobody died of fright when they saw the plane up close. In fact, a few appeared inspired by its design, as if they too wanted to take to the air after Stargazer’s example. To be free to fly with the birds; what a dream that would be for a groundbound creature. After my plane had slowly rolled to a halt, I cut the power to its jets. With the winding down of the powerful engines, the efforts to get my attention came back with a vengeance.

    “Please take home techi!”

    “I be good pet to Mr.Man rechi!”

    “Please take Maggot-chan techi! He likes bellyrubs and candy techi! Please take care of him techi!”

    “I and my babies will make good pets desu!”

    “Punipuni”

    “Rehu-“

    “Stomach punipuni rub rehu-.”

    They would not relent. If I tried to walk away, they would follow me. I had to something to draw their attention away from me, my house, and my planes. After racking my brain for a solution, I finally got an idea. They wanted to be pets, right? Well, I don’t have room for pets. I could tell from my brief observations that they probably were not all that smart.

    Finally, after about five minutes of putting up with their cries for attention, I answered the small crowd.

    “Do you all want to be my pets?”

    The pleas for my recognition changed to a unanimous cheer.

    “Yes desu! We’ll be good pets desu!”

    “I want to be Master’s pet desu!”

    “A cool house techi! I want to live in Mr. Man’s nice comfortable house techi!”

    “Please give punipuni rehu.”

    I silenced the crowd with a wave of my hands.

    “I don’t want or have room for pets. However, I am a man who takes chances, so I’m willing to make a bet with all of you. If you cannot meet my demands, then none of you will be my pets.”

    One nervous child piped up. “And if we do meet your demands, techi?”

    I replied, “Then I will let all of you and your children live in my house for life.”

    The group broke out into mass rejoicing again.

    “Yay! We get to live in a nice house techi!”

    “I get all the candy I want desu!”

    “Mr. Man, please give punipuni rehu.”

    I called for silence yet again. Now to give out what I wanted them to do.

    “I want all of you to design, build, fly, and safely land an airplane that looks like this,” I said as I took a piece of chalk and drew the outline of a regular prop monoplane on the concrete. I gave them a brief explanation of pitch, roll, yaw, drag, thrust, lift, and even drew the outline of a cross-section of a plane’s wing.

    “Again, I stress that it must be able to take off, fly, and land safely. I will not help you other than provide you with fuel; you must build it from anything you find in the area around your homes. Whoever designs, builds, flies, and successfully lands the winning vessel will become my favorite pet! You have until the end of the weekend to finish this plane, starting… now!”

    With that, the group dispersed, diving into the tall grass to begin their grand scavenger hunt for parts. It was like the rush when the Ansari X Prize was announced; the whole area around me was largely deserted. With only three grubs left still begging for “punipuni” (whatever that means), I was able to pack up my jet and walked back to the TUFF-Shed, reinserted the intake covers of my plane, and put her back in her specially made locker. I built the locker for it as a further precaution to make sure that dust and insects would not enter into the engine while the jet was in storage. After making sure nobody had followed me into my “hangar,” I quietly closed and locked the shed. It’s safe to store stuff out here because it seems to stay at a consistent 75° Fahrenheit, which is not too hot or not too cold for storing fuel and planes made from non-durable materials, such as cardboard or Styrofoam. In addition, cats, dogs, birds, rats, and other animals would not be able to get inside.

    Before I went back inside my house, I turned around to see if anybody followed me to the door. Only two Jissouseki were tailing me, a child holding one of the larva. I could not let them inside, from what I’ve heard so far.

    “Mr. Man, please let us be your pets techi. I and Maggot-chan won’t eat much techi.”

    “Is what you’re holding an airplane?”

    “What airplane rehu-? Tasty rehu?”

    “No, but please help us Mr. Ma-”

    “Then you have no business asking me. Come back when you make a plane.” I replied as I slammed the door in their faces. I watched from a nearby window as the child walked away from the porch not holding the grub. I thought for a second that she left it at the doorstep, but when I checked it was not there. I gave the child the benefit of the doubt for the moment. I thought the grub had just rolled off the porch, out of sight.

    I spent the rest of evening and most of Saturday inside, reading a book on aerodynamics in the exosphere. Go figure. I hoped that if I spent the time inside, maybe the Jissouseki outside would forget I even lived there.
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    399 Name: WitchDoctor : 2009-03-07 21:01 [Del]
    When I went out on Sunday afternoon to take out the trash, a teddy bear sized Jissouseki was waiting for me. There went that plan.

    “We’re done desu!”

    “With what?”

    “With your conditions, desu! We’re ready for you desu!”

    I left the trashbags at the door while I ran back to get my camera and a fire extinguisher. I didn’t know what could happen, so I had to be on the safe side. When I came back, three Jissouseki had taken the liberty of crossing the threshold. They didn’t try to follow me into another room, as they were too busy looking around in amazement.

    “Mr. Man lives like this desu.”

    “This house is most luxurious desu.”

    “It’s nice and cool in here desu. My children will be happy here desu.”

    “There’s Mr. Man right now desu!”

    “Hello Mr. Man desu!”

    “Get out.”

    “But-“

    “GET OUT RIGHT NOW!”

    “But Mr. Man, I’m pregnant desu. My babies will not survive out-“

    “YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THE RIGHT TO BE IN HERE, SO GET OUT!” I screamed as I sent her flying out the door with a kick. The others looked on in fear. I saw a greenish stain growing in the panties of one of the little monsters.

    “If you poop on my carpet, I swear that you WILL regret it.”
    That sent the rest of them outside.

    After shooing the Jissouseki into my yard, I stepped outside and shut the door behind me to keep them from sneaking back inside. I went out to the runway and set my fire extinguisher down within arm’s reach. Sure enough, there was the large group of Jissouseki waiting for me near three crudely built airframes. They were all naked for some reason. I was greeted with spectacular enthusiasm by the crowd.

    “Mr. Man is here techi!”

    “I ready to show him my airplane techu!”

    “Your plane will never fly techi!”

    For the impossibility of the task I laid out, there were quite a few participants. Maybe next time, I should tell them to build a helicopter or a VTOL aircraft. However, what worried me was that the number of spectators had increased since yesterday. Apparently, word gets around fast in Jissouseki Shanty Town. This little settlement had the most uncouth types of individuals.

    Several individuals in the crowd were a teddy bear sized males. I guessed they were males because… they had all the relevant parts. And they were as large, if not larger, than they were. One would shudder every time it stroked its phallus. Another was furiously masturbating. Yet another one of the males was attacking a female around the same size, plunging his phallus deep inside her with every thrust. His tongue was hanging out, drooling in pleasure. He had a pile of foul green slime right behind him. I can’t say that his partner was enjoying it. She had tears streaming down her face like rivers.

    -Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump-

    “De-de-de-de-de-de-de-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu!”

    Well, onto the airframes they built.

    The first, and in my opinion at the time the least likely to work, was a fairly simple design. It was made up several large sticks tied together in a triangle with pieces of green cloth stretched over it. They used a small toy car for the landing gear. The cloth looked like pieces of the green dresses they wear. In fact, all three airframes had green cloth stretched over them. I guess that explained the missing clothing. On board this plane were two occupants: an obese adult Jissouseki and one of her smaller children. She laid face down, spread eagle on the plane with the child at the front with a sickly purple piece of hard candy. Both were naked. I guess they did make that green cloth from their own clothing. I realized that the adult had what appeared to be a cork in its anus. The cork was attached to a string the child was holding.

    I started recording and gave the first frame the go ahead for launch, though I had my doubts about it flying. First off, I could not see any type of flight control surfaces, or any way it could generate lift. Even if it did, I saw no way that it would be able to generate thrust.

    The fat Jissouseki on the back of the airframe opened its mouth and the child picked up the candy.

    “Ready techi?”

    “Ready desu!”

    The child popped the candy into the adult’s mouth. The adult was obviously happy about this. “Delicious desu!” She said as she swallowed the candy. A few seconds later, she turned blue in the face. I saw her belly swell up and her stomach begin to churn violently. The adult strapped to the back of the airframe told the smaller Jissou “I’m ready desu!” What would follow would be the most disgusting display I have ever seen.
    The child pulled hard on the string. The adult had a case of explosive diarrhea. Green slime shot out the orifice between its legs with a surprising amount of force. The child nearly fell off from the sheer force. I did not expect this airframe to work. When it rocketed down the runway and appeared to take off, I almost gave up hope on my bet. For a second, I thought I would have to wait on these little monsters hand and foot for the rest of my life.

    I need to stop worrying when it comes to these guys.

    Although they had a power source, they did not have a method of control. Without that, their airframe was essentially a rocket with sticks tied to it. In addition, even if they were generating lift, it was not properly distributed, which would mean that if it flew, it would be unstable.

    A few seconds after taking off, the adult shifted its weight to increase the craft’s pitch. The end result was the craft suddenly going end over end, spraying a jet of green slime everywhere. Amongst the sounds of defecation, I heard an anguished cry of “TECHAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!” and saw a small green object hit the runway hard. The adult just kept going. Within about 30 seconds, the airframe landed on the pavement, falling apart on impact. I walked over to check the status of the crew. I found the child spattered on the pavement, with some of the grubs happily licking up its partially liquefied brains. The adult was not in any better condition. The once fat Jissouseki was now a shriveled mummified corpse, held in place to the now destroyed airframe with pieces of twine. The car that served as the landing gear slowly rolled away.

    I turned to see the next frame take off when I heard voices from the crowd.

    “Hooray desu! Master is going to feed us desu!”

    “I want candy desu!”

    “I want Maggot-chan techi.”

    “Repya?!”

    They thought they had won the bet. Time to tell them the truth.

    “You’re not my pets.”

    “De?! But you said if it flew, we would be your pets desu!”

    “I said land safely. If the frame is utterly destroyed and the crew members are dead, that is not a safe landing. And second, that wasn’t really flying. It was rocketing around. There were no control surfaces and no way for it to generate lift. I need to see a lift-producing airframe before I will accept it. Until then, the bet’s still on.”

    That explanation was met with great displeasure from the crowd.

    “Mr. Man lied desu!”

    “Mr. Man lost the bet desu! Now feed me candy desu!”

    “We are your pets techi!”

    “What ‘lift’ rechi?”

    “Pink thing delicious rehu.”

    I called for them to show me the next airframe. This one really did surprise me, in more ways than one.

    The second airframe looked like a crude monoplane that looked like a Bowie Fly Baby made from parts found in a scrap yard. A single Jissouseki child sat in an opening of the fuselage, where the pilot’s seat would be. I bent down to look at the wings. It was the basic shape of the outline I drew with the chalk. Again, there was a green patchwork covering the aircraft from prop to tail. I was quite impressed with the design. It had an engine and a crude mechanical control system using fishing line for the cables and cork slices for pulleys. It had a propeller taken from an old model engine. This still counts; it’s in the local environment. Sometimes, somebody tries to imitate what I do with a model plane and might crash it, often times from pilot error. Maybe they leave the plane out in the field in anger or because they could not find it in the tall grass. I’ve seen the neighborhood kids do this sometimes. There was a high probability that the aircraft’s wings were also salvaged from one of these wrecks, judging from the way the fishing line cables hooked up to control surfaces that the Jissouseki would not be able to produce themselves.

    What troubled me the most was the engine. I was made up a small contained turbine with eight of the grubs attached to the side. The grubs weren’t doing their usual “rehu;” they had a small piece of surgical tubing stuck down their throats and one tube coming out their anus. The tube at the end connected to a port on the turbine’s exterior, and then the tube lead back into the grubs’ mouth. I guess it was a similar design to the first frame, except using grubs in a circulating system instead of a single jet of waste. It was obvious that the grubs did not like this at all; they struggled as if the tubes hurt them and were crying red and green tears from their tiny mismatched eyes.

    Their choice for engine design told me a lot about these trolls. They viewed everybody else as an object, not even attempting to see if the other has feelings. They would use their own children or siblings to their own advantage. The best description for these little gremlins is that they are notoriously parasitic. Any feelings of compassion I had towards these creatures disappeared after I saw the grub engine.

    The pilot of this crude airframe readied herself and gripped the control wheel. “Start it up, Maggot-chan rechi!” With that command, the grubs strained, and the propeller started spinning faster and faster. Eventually, the propeller was generating enough thrust to get the plane to move forward. It slowly increased speed and traveled down the runway. Finally, it began generating lift. At about 190 feet, it generated enough lift to finally take off from the ground. The crowd burst into cheers of excitement. If I didn’t know that they were using babies to power the engine, I would have too.

    “Hooray desu! We win bet desu!”

    “Mr. Man owes us candy techi!”

    “Rub Maggot-chan, Mr. Man!”

    “Punihu punihu”

    I interrupted their enthusiasm with the terms of the bet. “She still has to land it without destroying the airframe, or else I’m not accepting it.”

    “DE-?! Mr. Man is cruel desu! We won desu!”

    “I said at the beginning what the conditions were. You knew these beforehand. Don’t say I violated any rules when I stated all of them to you before the trial.”

    That shut them up, for the most part.

    I realized what took it so long to take off. The cloth the builders of the craft wrapped around the frame was catching the air passing by the frame, creating drag. The grubs had to work harder to keep the engine running with enough force to lift the aircraft off the ground. I didn’t know how much longer they would last.

    I didn’t have to wait long.

    Within about a minute, at an altitude of 20 feet or so, the plane’s engine failed. I guess the grubs were either too tired to push anymore or they simply died. Since the pilot was trying to turn around for a landing, I could hear the pilot’s frustrated screams at the engine.

    “Stupid ugly useless Maggot-chan rechi! I punish you when we land rechi! Push rechi!”

    With the engines not starting up and no sign of activity from the maggots, the child’s scolding turned to pleading.

    “Maggot-chan, I’m sorry rechi! I’ll give you belly rubs when we land if you just push rechi! Push please rechii~n!”

    No reply. The propeller had just stopped turning, in fact. The grubs were going to have a lot of work to do if they were to restart the engine, if they were even still alive.

    At this point, the Jissouseki child started panicking. From what I could tell, it was trying to keep the plane aloft by any means necessary. It was doing what one would do with a glider: using the controls to keep the plane aloft as long as possible. During its panic, it tried to keep its altitude from falling by holding back on the controls. This is a bad idea. It managed to pull back too much on the controls, which raised the nose of the plane until it exceeded critical angle of attack, which caused the plane to stall. The pilot responded by pulling back on the controls even more. This is not what you do to fight a stall, as it only makes the problem worse. It only got worse. The plane suddenly spun out of control, nose diving towards the runway.

    As the plane blew right past me on route to the runway, I heard the pilot scream “RECHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I could sympathize somewhat with the little monster. Any pilot can tell you that if your engine dies, you’re caught in a spin, and you’re careening towards the ground, all you can really do is brace for impact and pray that you have enough left of you to walk away.
    The plane showed that even if the wings and engine were made from a wrecked model plane, the main body’s construction was still shoddy at best. With a normal model plane, all the crash would have done was maybe damage one of the wings, which is largely replaceable. With the reconstructed plane, the wings were sheared off on impact. The tail fell apart and the engine was torn loose from the main body of the plane. The propeller caught the concrete and ripped the engine away from the frame. The plane, without an engine, wings, or landing gear to hold it back, began rolling over and over, striking the ground with the pilot’s head every rotation. The frame work soon fell apart, twisting the plane into an incoherent twisted pile of metal and cloth. Finally, after rolling for about five seconds, the twisted wreckage of the plane skidded to a stop.

    I walked over to the various pieces of debris strewn about by the wrecked plane. With the last one, it was fairly obvious to anyone with a brain cell what caused the crash. This plane, however, had potential. I found the engine lying about six feet from the rest of the wreckage, slowly leaking a puddle of dark green slime. The grubs that were powering it were either crushed on impact or were torn from their holdings, all except for one. I removed the tubes in its mouth and rectum and held it up to my face. Its tiny eyes were dull and lifeless, and its body was limp. I’m not a medical examiner, so I won’t comment on what I think killed it. When I was done looking at the deceased grub, I put him down next to the destroyed engine and walked over to the twisted frame.

    The frame was poorly constructed. The frame, except for a rigid spine and landing gear mounts, was made up of the green cloth, paper clips, and folded sheets of aluminum foil. This was okay in flight, but it proved to be a death trap during a crash. When it started rolling, the semi-rigid frame collapsed, crushing the pilot inside an ever enclosing cage. I found that her little body had been cut in half by the collapsing framework, her top half and bottom half held together only by the strips of twisted aluminum foil. She was barely alive, but she would not have lasted much more than a minute. In addition, her head had been crushed from multiple impacts on the concrete. Her little red eye hung out of its crushed socket. To be quite frank, the only thing left of her head that was still in any reasonable condition was her tongue, which hung out of her mouth. I couldn’t tell what did her in first: fear, a broken neck, her head injuries, or the fact that she was torn in half.

    The crowd was in shock. Their second hope of getting a home with Mr. Man was now a twisted wreck strewn across the runway. Several of the adults and many of the children soiled themselves, judging from the foul smell. One of the adults was extremely upset. I guessed that her children were the ones that designed and built the plane, and they all died in the crash.

    I called for the next airframe after I removed the wreck from the runway. Five children and two adults pushed a large biplane onto the runway. It was actually as large, if not larger, than Stargazer. It looked like a model Curtiss JN-4. In fact, it was a model JN-4! The only thing that they really did was stretch that green patchwork cloth over it to hide its true identity from me! Inside the plane were two children, suited up for flight.

    “Ready for flight techi!”

    “We are ready to fly techi!”

    I replied, “Okay, start it up then.”

    The child in the front position looked around desperately for a way to turn the motor on. After three minutes of pressing the sticker that represented the dashboard, she said, “It should be on techi.”

    I crossed my arms in defiant victory. “Well, that’s too bad. I guess I win the bet.”

    “Wait techi!” the child in the second seat said. “We are out of fuel techi! Please refill techi!”

    I crouched down and investigated the area around the front of the plane until I could feel the engine. If I knew what engine they used, I could pick the necessary fuel for the engine. As it turned out, the powerplant of the plane was a glow engine. That was the easy part. The hard part was locating the filler neck for the gas tank. After rooting about underneath the entire plane, I sheepishly asked, “Where do I put the fuel?”

    One of the children got out of her seat and pointed to a small circle located on top of aircraft, near the tail. “The last Mr. Man we saw put fuel here techi.”

    Something struck me as odd about that comment. The last Mr. Man they saw? Did somebody help them out before? How long have they had this plane? I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt for that moment.

    I went to the shed, got the appropriate fuel canister, and came back outside. I gave the plane a full tank of fuel for the flight. When I was filling the tank, a small amount of petroleum fuel spilt into the cloth covering, near the engine. Damn gasoline containers. I proceeded as if the spill had never happened and finished refueling. When I secured the filler neck, the engine suddenly roared into life. I lifted the little pilot back into her seat and got back for my own safety. Seriously, getting hit by a model airplane prop hurts like hell. There was something suspicious about this plane. The engine started before the pilot had taken her seat. There went the benefit of the doubt I gave them earlier.

    The plane slowly taxied into position. “Here we fly techi!” I heard one of the pilots of the plane shout over the roar of the engine. Several of the Jissouseki in the crowd inhaled the exhaust and started having an allergic reaction to it, as I could see mucus running down from their nostrils. After waving good luck to the other Jissouseki, the pilots took their positions as the craft sped down the runway. As expected, the plane took off easily, much to the delight of the observing audience.


    “It flies beautifully desu!”

    “We’re going to be Mr. Man’s pets desu!”

    “I want lots of candy techi!”

    “My babies will be happy Mr. Man’s spacious cool house desu!”

    “Punipuni.”

    I had heard that phrase used way, way too much in the past two days, and I was getting quite tired of it. I looked down upon the five or so grubs at my feet. Every single one of the grubs had rolled over onto his back, wriggling their tails around, as if asking for something.

    “I don’t know what you want, so quit asking.”

    I returned my eyes to plane. It had started banking hard left about 20 feet off the ground. I guess they were going to turn around and go in for a landing attempt. As I tracked it, I noticed a metal rod sticking into the air from the shanty town. It looked suspiciously like a radio antenna for the controller of an R/C vehicle. I had to investigate. I was wondering if somebody else was controlling their craft.

    “Excuse me, but I’ll be right back.”

    “Where Master going rechu?”

    I walked into the shanty town, trying not to step on anybody who got in my way. The entire town was made from makeshift materials, such as cardboard and the like. There had been so much activity in the area lately that the once grassy ground had been reduced to streets made of dirt. There were a lot of other Jissouseki in the shanty town, all children and grubs. They were surprised to see me, walking through town like a giant. I tried my best to avoid stepping on anybody, and they tried their best to stay out of my way.

    “Uwaa rechu…”

    “Mr. Man is tall rechii…”

    “Rehu rehu.”

    “Maggot-chan, up here.”

    “This new punipuni rehu.”

    Finally, after walking into the center of the town, I found her. A Jissouseki stood in the center of the town with the remote controls set on a rock to provide a stable work area. The Jissouseki herself was an odd one. She had a collar on her with ID tags. She was somebody’s pet already.

    I pieced together the likely chain of events in my mind. When I issued the challenge, the first thing this Jissouseki did was to take her children home and ask her master if he/she would buy her a model plane that could seat her children. The owner complied, and she and her children went to the town the next day to collect clothing to hide the fact that they were cheating. If they had built a working R/C plane from the wreckage a downed plane, I would have let it slide. Hell, I would have accepted it if they found a working one in the field, forgotten by its owner. I would like the acquisition of the new plane. What they did, however, was to take advantage of my good faith and betray their current master for some reason. The fact that they took advantage of both me and their master’s good will is just asinine.

    I walked over to the Jissouseki at the controller. She didn’t even notice me behind her. The sun was more in the west, and I and the Jissou were facing north. In other words, I didn’t cast a shadow on her. After realizing that she was too busy flying the plane to take notice of me, I looked at the plane. The Jissouseki in front of me was just then trying to bring the plane for a landing. It was about two feet off the ground. It looked like she would be able to do a perfect landing on her first attempt.

    I fixed that little problem.

    I kneeled down and tore the controller away from her. She tried to grab a hold of it, but I had it long out of her reach before she could.

    “I’ll be taking that, thank you.”

    “DEEEEE?! GIVE IT BACK DESU!” She said as she grabbed my leg, as if to try and stop me from walking away.
    The plane was just about to touch down when I pushed forward on the throttle controls, which made the plane bounce off the runway and back into the air.

    “DE?! Bring it in for randing already desu!”

    “Come back down techi!”

    Both of the Jissouseki in the plane screamed “Mama, help us techaaaaaaaaaaa!”

    I walked back to where I was standing before I had uncovered the deception, knocking aside anything that got in the way. I can’t count the number of children and grubs that lost their lives from having their cardboard home kicked over by a rampaging human.

    When I made it back to the runway, I turned to face the plane with controller in hand. I began scaring the crap out of the Jissouseki in the plane by pulling aerobatic tricks with the plane, such as flips, rolls, and the like.

    “Stop, stop desu! My babies are up there desu!” the cheater screamed.

    I didn’t even turn my head to reply with “Does it look like I care?”

    “Why do you do this dejaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?”

    I addressed the multitude nonchalantly.

    “Attention everybody! The bet is off! None of you will become my pets, not now, not ever.”

    That made me a crowd favorite.

    “DEEE?! WHAT DID YOU SAY DESU?!”

    “Mr. Man is a liar techi!”

    “Mr. Man afraid he lose bet desu!”

    “We won, now let us in your house desu!”

    “Why call off bet rechuuun…”

    “Mr. Man is mean desu!

    The mother who cheated spoke up in defense of her innocence. “We didn’t cheat desu! We built a plane and flew it desu! You just don’t want us to win desu!”

    “Oh, cut the bullshit. I can see right through your lies. The fact that I’m holding the controller in my hand is proof that your children did not build the plane. In fact, I think you took advantage of your master in order to get it. Why would I want such a despicable creature as you?”

    I then addressed the others. While pointing at the cheating mother, I said “Hey everybody, the reason the bet was called off was because this one cheated! How does that make you feel?”

    These guys are so predictable.

    The Jissouseki horde turned on the cheater, pouncing on her all at once. She reached her hand out to me for help, but it soon disappeared into the crowd. I saw little bits and pieces of what they were doing to her through the crowd, but I could hear her screams and pleas for mercy loud and clear. The horde ripped her hair out of her head and defecated all over her. Several of the others around the cheater held her down while one of the phallus-endowed individuals penetrated her and began thrusting into her with wild abandon.

    “DECHAAAAAAAAAAA!”

    “DESUUUUUUUUUU!”

    “You make my babies suffer desu! You die now desu!”

    “Jissou-sama’s insides feel good desu!”

    “I’m sorry Mr. Man dezu! Please help me dezu-u-u-u-u-u!”

    The Jissouseki were too busy dealing with the cheater to realize that I had turned the plane around and was flying it towards them. Since they were all gathered in one spot, I could have many casualties in one sweep. Some of the children and two adults were observant enough to spot the dark object on the horizon that was getting bigger and bigger, and fled in fear for their lives. Most of the grubs started crawling away because of the noise.

    “RUN FOR IT TECHAAAAAA!”

    “It’s coming techaaa!”

    “Too loud rehu-.”

    As the drone of the engine quickly closed in on the group, more of the Jissouseki took notice of the plane rapidly approaching them. Many of them fled for their lives. The adult male looked up to see what was making the noise.

    “Desu?”

    The last thing it ever saw was a close up of the biplane’s propeller. The prop was actually rather strong for its size, as it was made out of durable plastic. When it hit him in the head, he might as well have been hit with a weed whacker. The blades reduced his fat head to putrid little chunks of brain matter and other miscellaneous tissues.

    Will it blend? Oh hell yes.

    He ejaculated at the same time his head was thrown through a flying food processor. It was a huge load too, judging from the fact that I saw the cheater’s belly expand with each contraction. But that was not all that the decapitated male did. He defecated with enough force to send him rocketing into the air, knocking everybody in the area out of the way. The cheater impaled on his phallus was lifted into the air as well, and thus they began an aerobatic ballet with flips, rolls, and twirls. At one point, they almost hit the plane as it flew away.

    “DE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

    As the two began spiraling out of control, they hit the runway several times. The cheater’s screams were suddenly cut short by the sound of her spinal column shattering on impact. She suddenly went from a screaming passenger to a ragdoll flopping around as her rapist’s corpse spun in the air like a top. Finally, after about twenty seconds, the cheater’s dead body hit the pavement with a splat as her rapist’s penis snapped off. The rapist hit the ground as well, but he crumbled into dust on impact. The other Jissouseki looked at the two corpses with shock. Several of the brutes that got in the way of the plane’s landing gear were staggering around in confusion of suddenly having a small tiretrack appear on their heads.

    In the excitement surrounding the first pass of the plane, male Jissouseki child, picked up one of the grubs in front of him and thrust it onto his raging, twitching hard-on. He gripped the little guy and thrust into the little thing like it was a living Fleshlight. The grub did not like this at all. I could see the fleshy lobes that acted like legs wiggling in an attempt to get away from its molester. Red and green tears streamed down from its eyes.

    -Smack-smack-smack-smack-

    “Maggot-chan… Maggot-chaaaaaaaaaan!

    “RE-E-E-E-E WHAT YOU PUT INSIDE ME REHU?!”

    The child’s thrusting sped up. The child liked this a lot, as it was breathing heavily and sweating. Suddenly, he stopped and penetrated the grub deeply. I could hear the empty space inside the grub’s body being filled with ejaculate.

    -splat-

    After watching that depraved scene, I addressed the crowd.

    “That’s the real reason I called off the bet. I don’t want any of you little monsters. In the two days I have known you all, I have seen time after time again what you do to each other. You eat your own children, you defecate everywhere, you beat each other up over the smallest things, you have no ability to just forgive one another, and you fuck so much you make rabbits look frigid! Why would I want to put up with any of you when you show such utter disregard for each other’s lives? Oh, and such utter lack of gratitude! I have not once received a “thank you for giving us this chance” out of any one of you little brutes!” I said this as I was maneuvering the plane back into position for another pass.

    Of course, the moment I said that, they all started thanking me, from the adults who gave me full thanks to the smallest children who recited my words ad verbatim.

    “Thank you Mr. Man for giving us this chance to live in your house desu!”

    “Thank you Mr. Man techi!”

    “Thank you for giving us this chance rechi.”

    That was it. I had enough of their behavior. Showing utter lack of respect towards me but then try to make me appear irrationally angry whenever I point out the fact that even a rabid dog is better behaved that they were. I felt my blood pressure rise and my face go red. I felt hot all over, as if I was burning with anger.

    “Bullshit! Get the fuck out of my sight, you worthless pieces of trash! I never want to see you ever again!”

    This caused very predictable pleading from the crowd.

    “Mr. Man is mean techi!”

    “Please don’t send us away desu! We are very poor desu!”

    “Why are you doing this to us techuuuunn…?”

    “Am sad rechu~n.”

    This time, I didn’t need to tell them to shut up or give them a good reason why they should. I had something far more effective that could do both for me.

    The plane came in low enough to hit the group again. This time, there were three Jissouseki that had their heads split open like melons. One adult had her back filleted by the spinning motor, a wound that attracted other hungry Jissouseki. One really unfortunate child was running towards me to grovel at my feet when I struck it with the plane’s wing. The child did not die, but it was caught in the wing and lifted into the air. As the plane got farther away, I heard her faint cries of “RE-CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiii!” in chorus with the cries of the other two.

    After the plane sailed into the distance, the group realized that no amount of begging was going to save them. Aside from the grubs, a few of the smaller children, and the critically wounded, they all ran for their lives. It was the fear of death from above that scared them away. I pursued them on foot up to the shanty town. I scared them off, for the moment at least. I heard signs of a commotion in the shanty town. I guess they were taking out their frustrations on their children.

    “Now it’s time to get that plane on the ground,” I said to myself. It would have made a nice addition to my small fleet.

    “Punipuni”

    I looked down at my feet and there was one of the grubs who had not fled in fear. Like the others I had seen, it was on its back, wagging its tiny tail from side to side. Its tiny legs were folded back to give full access to its belly.

    “No,” I said as ground it into the pavement with my foot.

    “RE-“ Squish.

    As I maneuvered the plane into position for landing, I saw black smoke pouring from its engine. Okay, it might need some repair. I’ve been a little rough with it today, with all the passes and stuff. But then I noticed that more smoke started pouring out the vehicle with each passing second.

    “I’ll take care of it when I land,” I thought.

    When it was aligned to the runway, I lowered altitude in preparation to land. That’s when I got to see the situation up close. The blacks smoke was pouring out of the engine compartment. While the Jissouseki clinging for dear life on the right wing and the one in the second seat were screaming, the Jissouseki in the pilot’s seat was not. She was slumped forward in her chair, her forehead pressed into the dashboard, hands still clutching the decorative controls. The one in the second seat was not doing so well either. In between every scream, it would cough hard enough to dry heave.

    “TECHAAAAAA-HACK-HACK-HACK. HACK-HACK-HACK!”

    “Onee-chan okay recha?!”

    All I had to do was land the plane, shut off the engine, kick the three losers out of the plane, then I could go in my shed and repair the plane to working order. I was about to land it when I realized that I did not have a brake system on this plane. I would have to slow my speed before I could do anything else. I brought the plane back up to an altitude of 3 feet and fired up the engine to make a second pass.

    I never got the chance.

    As I made the plane turn and made its way back to the other end of the runway, the controls suddenly locked. The plane’s condition was really serious at this point. Flames leaped out of the engine. The cloth skin on the front of the plane was either on fire or had been burned to ash. The second child was not screaming, slumped forward in its seat like the false pilot. I could see where the wooden framework in the front of the plane was on fire.

    At first, it kept going with the last command I gave it: angled upward. It was almost directly above the shanty town when it angled upward and stalled. As the controls had locked up, there was absolutely nothing I could do. It fell out of the air and crash-landed right into the shanty town. I heard the child on the wing scream "RECHAAAAAAAAAA!" as the plane fell. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and ran over to investigate the crash site.

    It was not pretty at all. Although the plane had fallen out of the sky, the engine was still running, and thus the propeller was still spinning. The plane rolled forward into an adult Jissouseki, disemboweling and slicing the fallen troll to ribbons with its propeller blades. I could see the carnage from ten feet away because of the shower of the blood and guts being flung into the air by the prop. When I got closer, I got a better idea of the damage the plane’s sudden appearance had caused. Several houses in the middle of the shanty town had collapsed under the weight of the plane, crushing the children and grubs inside. All that was left of them was an ever growing puddle of dark green slime and blood leaking out from underneath wet cardboard. The Jissouseki that clung for life on the wing was sent to the ground by the rebound of the wings, reducing her to what could best be described as an organic crater. Already, Jissouseki from across the little community walked towards the smorgasbord left behind by the fallen plane, oblivious to the danger the wreck posed to them.

    “ Looks delicious desu!”

    “Hurry desu! Get my clothes before they burn desu!”

    “Maggot-chan… Maggot-chaaan recheeeeeeeen…”

    I was not so unobservant. I could tell from the flames and the hissing noised coming from the wreck meant that the fuel line was on fire, and soon the gas tank might ignite. If that were to happen, it could explode like an incendiary grenade. The gas tank of the plane must have been about 32 fluid ounces (about the size of a can of Monster energy drink). During flight, the plane could have burned most of it, leaving only about 12 fluid ounces of gasoline left in the tank. This was more than enough to make a sizable explosion. Not as much as a full tank would have, but still enough to cause a brush fire. There was little I could do until the tank exploded, unless I wanted to be badly burned by the explosion up close. I backed off and I waited.

    Finally, it happened.

    -FssssssstKABOOM!-

    The gas tank exploded in a fireball that engulfed the plane and two houses next to it. It actually blew the plane in half and knocked over cardboard houses from the shockwave alone. There went any plan to get the plane in working order after landing; I don’t think you can repair a pile of ashes. The Jissouseki passengers of the plane were either ripped apart or vaporized; I didn’t see any sign of them.

    The immediate damage to the Jissouseki around the plane was severe enough. Two Jissouseki got caught in the fireball, which barbequed them where they stood. One adult had a hole drilled through her when the nose of the plane landed her with the propeller still spinning. Several children were splashed in the face with burning gasoline, which melted their faces right off. About a dozen grubs turned inside out by the heat; think popcorn Jissouseki. At least one Jissouseki family had blood and gore dribbling out of their mouths because the shockwave liquefied their insides.

    “TECHAAAAAAA!”

    “JISSOU-SAMA FUCK JISSOU-SAMA FUCK IT’SSSS AWWRIGHTTT DESU!”

    ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” “Tettere~!”

    “Tettere~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!”

    ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” “Tettere~!”

    “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!”

    ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!” “Tettere~!” ”Rehu~!”

    “Tettere~!”

    “HOT! IT’S HOT TECHAAA!”

    -SPLASH-

    “REPYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

    “MY BABIES THEY ARE ON FIRE DESU!” ?A?

    It was already pandemonium as it was; Jissouseki adults were popping grubs and children into their mouths like candy. The surviving phallus endowed individuals began masturbating furiously as those around them burned alive. Many of the survivors of the blast were leaving behind trails of dark green slime as they ran away from the growing flames. At least 3 adults and seven children were pumping out litters of the grub creatures from between their stubby legs.

    The shockwave and the immediate heat blast was not the biggest threat to the survivors; it was the fiery debris and fuel raining down afterward. They learned that first hand, as globs of still-burning gasoline and ignited wood fell upon them. Several children ran away with their hair burning. A grub or two cried out for help when a glob of burning gasoline fell on top of them, cooking them alive. Quite a few of the cardboard houses burned to the ground with their occupants still inside, with children and grubs screaming for their mothers as they were barbequed alive. One adult was killed by a piece of incendiary wooden shrapnel that penetrated his brain, cooking his cerebral cortex sunny side up. The gasoline set fire to the trails of feces some Jissouseki left behind as they fled, sometimes creating walls of flames, other times it actually followed the source until the inferno roasted their backsides to ashes. Most individuals, however, died from overheating caused by the flames around them. The fire would get to those bodies eventually, merely increasing the temperature.

    “MY HAIR’S ON FIRE TECHAAAAAAA!”

    “WATER TECHAA! I NEED WATER TECHAAA!”

    “MAH MOWTH BHURNZ DESHU!”

    “HELP REHU! ON FIRE REPYAAAAAAAAAA!”

    “COUGH COUGH COUGH!”

    “MAMA! MAMA IT HELP US IT HOT RECHAAAAAAAA!”

    “TECHUGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

    “MY POOP’S ON FIRE TECHAAAAAA! IT’S CHASING ME TECHAAAAAAAA!”

    -FWOOM-

    “TECHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

    Some tried to get away from the fire, but eventually most if not all of the community succumbed to the flames. When the last survivor had stopped screaming and the last body had stopped twitching, I went it and systematically extinguished the fire with blasts of CO2.

    For the next hour or so, I had to extinguish the fire several times owing to re-ignition by burning gasoline soaked into the soil. When the remains of the shanty town stopped smoldering, I investigated the charred remains of the town to see if anybody survived the heat.

    The scene was total devastation. I picked up a charred piece of cardboard and find a Jissouseki child melted into the earth. In one of the more intact houses, there was a whole room filled with the remains of grubs and their humanoid caretakers twisted in their final moments of living agony. Several adults had been burned to the point that there was nothing left of them but a frail, charred skeleton. I found one child that thought it could escape the flames by hiding under bodies, but it got cooked alive anyway.

    The plane was not recoverable. The gas tank had exploded, the electronics were incinerated, and the frame was reduced to a pile of ashes. I couldn’t even determine what caused the fire because the only thing left largely intact is the partially destroyed engine.

    I waited for the remains to cool, and then I got a garbage sack from the shed to put the destroyed plane’s remains inside. After locking up the shed, I completed my earlier chore of taking out the trash. After that, I checked the shed for potential invaders, locked it up, and went back inside my home to retire for the evening. By the next morning, wild animals cleaned up the cooked remains of the town, judging from the fact that there were no charred bodies, or any babies that were not caught in the explosion, anywhere to be found when I checked in the morning before work.

    Fast forward to today. Out of curiosity, I visited the site of the crash. Not even one year has passed and nature is recovering. Although I found a few worn, charred pieces of cardboard, most of the buildings are no longer in existence. Occasionally, I found a material possession of one of the many victims or a melted piece of plastic. The scorched grass has largely been replaced. Aside from a few high traffic roads, the infrastructure of the town has been reclaimed by nature. The only place that has not recovered is the actual site of the plane crash. There is a spot where burning gasoline soaked into the ground, baking the nutrients right out of the soil. Thus, nothing grows there. Every now and then, I’ll find a charred piece of cloth. Other than that, there is almost no evidence of them even being here.

    Now, I can fly my planes without interruption. I get some really good shots these days. I think I'll have enough aerial shots to post in a movie in about a month. Hope to see you at "Cool Aerial Videos: Part 17!"

    -End-

    P.S. Out of generosity, I uploaded the footage from the camera that day up to Youtube! I thought the footage was awesome and pretty damn funny as well. Watch it here:

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    Wow, thanks mate! I've been looking for some of my old work for years now, and that happened to be one of my favorites. Right behind Uji-Tacular Pizza, that is.

    I'll dig through my archives to see what else I was able to save. It's a shame that all of the good stories were lost when Gurochan bought the farm a few years ago. To be honest, I thought that alone would be the end of it.

    And yet, here we are.
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    I can only respond with this, it's the best way to express how I feel.

    watch?v=yOpCOz-vc2g

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    Can you do me a big favour and find the one with the guy who finds, assists and kills a jissou family while shovelling snow? The one where he gives them soup and later splits one in half with the shovel, I remember those parts best.
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    While I have a pretty extensive image archive, my text archives, unfortunately, are rather sparse. I have all the posts relating to Civ J, Thirteen (which I never finished), and that's about it.

    In retrospect, if I knew Gurochan was going to die, I would have saved the entire archive. I wasn't really involved in the second iteration of the Jissouseki /lit/ thread. So if that story was in that iteration, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have it. REd <i>might</i> have it, but I can't be sure.
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    Oh my i Miss the old stories, someone have one with domestic jissous?
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    >someone have one with domestic jissous?


    I remember one long series by the writer that would become knows as Jessanonimous because of the main jissouseki character in that saga. One of the best not-so-violent jissou tales
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    Yeah, Jessanonymous. Anyone get an archive of that before Gurochan went *poof*?

    Also, does anyone have the story about the Jissouseki exterminator? I remember the last chapter where they cleared out a warehouse infested with Jissouseki with what was essentially an industrial meat grinder or a woodchipper. That was a good read.
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    > Yeah, Jessanonymous. Anyone get an archive of that before Gurochan went *poof*?

    I have an april 2009 backup of Gurochan /lit/, 645 posts of jissouseki love.
    Too big for pastebin, it would need to be cut in smaller parts.
    Interested ?
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    Hell yeah!
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    I found a text document of 2552 kb, that seems to be complete first jissouseki thread 1397 posts. Of course I cant post all that here, do you guys want it? How can I share the .txt with you.
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    Jissoucutioner's 'The Exterminator'

    It was great, I love the part in which he help a farmer to clean a jissouseki infested field.
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    >11275

    It would be nice. After a bit of research, uploadfiles.io seems to work well with no registration. There is a 30 days limit though.
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    Bad family.

    -Jovencita ¿tiene forma de dormir estos adefesios?-dijo tajante el guardia del aeropuerto, tardé en procesar unos segundos su japonés y reaccione- ¡Oh! ¡Si claro disculpe! Y rocie un pequeña cantidad de cloroformo sobre la caja donde adentro había 6 Jissous.

    10 horas después.

    Cinco se levantó mareada.

    -¿Qué sucedió? desuuu -sujeto su cabeza- ¿Estoy en casa del señor humano?-a su alrededor nada diferente a su casa de cartón en el parque sólo que ahora está limpia sin caca en la paredes incluso había una cama de su tamaño y para sus pequeños nuevos Jissous, lindas cobijas rosas y platos para comida deliciosa y caliente ¡era un milagro! Eran mascotas. Pero todo estaba obscuro.

    -¿Desu?- Había recordado al el señor humano luego a la señorita humana hablando, después tuvo mucho sueño. Afuera de la caja estaban sus bebés Maggot-chan estaba abrazado de Thumb-chan aun dormidos en el suelo la más grande de sus hijas frotaba su ojo impar y bostezaba.
    -¿Ma-Mamá?¿Qué pasa techiii~? ¿Porque está todo negro? -preguntó con miedo su hija más grande abrazandose a la cintura de su madre.
    - No se ~- había pequeños hoyos en la jaula de vidrio donde entraba un poco de luz caminaron en la oscuridad abrazados.

    -¡Mamá mira, techi!- un plato lleno de croquetas y un dulce había aparecido entre las sombras la adolescente corrió sólo para chocar y rebotar a pies de su madre sin manchar sus bragas con mierda pero confundida- lloro lágrimas bicolor, la pared aun es transparente al igual que la tienda sólo que obscuro y al otro lado había más cosas, la madre veía con su boca triangular bien abierta con la saliva saliendole, más allá de la comida había una casa Jissou más bonita, con ventanas ¡Las ventanas tenían ropa también!, una botella llena de agua no en el piso sino en la pared con chupón, un pileta para bañarse, un cojín y una resbaladilla. ¿Porque no podía tomarlas? Las bragas de la madre empezaban a oler y golpeó la pared transparente con fuerza ¡Quería entrar a la casa bonita!--¿Qué haces mamá? Me asustas techi -pregunto la adolescente mamá no era así antes de que el señor humano las comprará.
    -¡Vamos, jissou-chan desu! Tenemos que romper llegar a ahí , DESU!DESU!- pegó la madre con sus muñones-
    -Muy ruidoso desuuuu~- Una Jissou casi tan grande como la adolescente salió de la casa pero era diferente, era bonita más porque tenía un lindo vestido rosa con olanes y una pequeña bolsa en forma de maggot-chan ambos jissous se quedaron callados- ¡Ah! ¡Hola! - dijo alegre moviendo su muñon hacia sus congéneres sólo a la más pequeña se le iluminaron los ojos por conocer alguien de su tamaño y tan bonita -Soy Marie, desu -dijo con una reverencia y sentándose en su cojín esperando a que los otros jissous dijeran algo, la adolescente se acercó y tocó la superficie del vidrio - ¿Donde estamos techaa?-
    - Señor hombre nos lanzará al río desu- Una voz grave y poco femenina se escuchó en otra esquina, apenas visible un Jissou adulto en otra pecera con cama, plato con agua estaba posición fetal rodeada de su propia mierda y sucia de la boca y sus muños - Señor hombre le gusta, lo hace siempre- dijo el traumatizado gremiblin girando dejando expuesta un parche liso de pelo arrancado de su frente.
    Las pequeñas se pusieron azules tan sólo de pensar morir ahogadas aunque la madre fue menos coherente y prefirió burlarse con un Depupupu~- de la desgracia de la otra. Era fea y asquerosa.

    Marie respiro y éxhalo levantándose de su cojín elegantemente mirando al jissou calvo -Tu mientes, deberías sentirte mal, yo te ignoro - subió por unas escaleras y se sentó en la burbuja de plástico hasta arriba de la resbaladilla sin. deslizarse así le enseñó el señor maestro -aunque extrañamente cuando despertó recuerda haber sido en el piso frío nunca había dormido en el suelo, lo odiaba, la madre la vio con envidia mientras que su hija miraba con un tristeza a Marie cantando en su burbuja transparente.

    El jissou raro , sólo se acostó en el suelo a llorar sobre sus propias heces a lado de su cama pero se negaba a usarla.

    Yo por mi parte estoy sentada en mi vuelo de regresó a mi país desde Japón con 6 criaturas exóticas y regalos para la familia.

    Al llegar apesta terriblemente a mierda o tal vez estén unos muertos nunca se sabe, con un viaje tan largo pero oye tampoco te aseguró que todo esto sea legal.

    Cinco entró a la casa enojada e ignoro al Jissou pulgar que había despertado frotando el vientre de Maggot-chan que aun no despertaba. Era tan pequeños que el circulo donde estaban entraba la suficiente luz para dejarlos ver alrededor. Y podía oler a mamá cerca.

    -Maggot-chan es tan lindo rechuuun~-cantaba.

    El otro Jissou tenía cosas que ella tenía antes y ahora tenía está casa de mierda, camas feas y los mismos vestidos que sus hijas ¡Ella era un lindo Jissou! Patéo el suelo un largo rato hasta que su mente había una idea.

    Su más grande jissou tenía que tener que quedar embarazada.

    So a link to download the old stories? I have a big gallery too
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    Yes please!
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    Mala familia. parte 2.

    Estaba nerviosa en mi país sólo existían pocos Jissous registrados legalmente, yo tenía la ligera sospecha de que Watanabe mi contacto y criador Jissou que apenas había conocido me había estafado.

    No había tenido contacto con estas bestias hasta la hora de mi vuelo, y sólo sabía poco de ellas antes de ir con mi familia tenía que pasar a mi departamento. En una arrugada hojs de papel con un español y ortografía muy mala, leí las cortas instrucciones.

    Contenedor con Familia:

    Madre: 18cm. Muy maternal nació hace 7 meses. Educación promedio. Limpia.
    Hija mayor: 15 cm. Un poco distraida. 1 mes de edad (creo)
    Pulgar: 5cm, regordete. MUY frágil. 1 semana.
    Maggot: 3 cm. 1 semana.

    Contenedor con Premium:
    ID Marie. Educacion completa. 13 cm.

    Contenedor con "Niño": 20 cm. Robusto.Resistente a los golpes.

    Debía darles un nombre. Ok. Todos estaban esterilizados por lo tanto no podían tener bebés excepto la "Premium" debe referirse a la que tenía más juguetes en su caja, lo demás eran garabatos ilegibles.

    ¿¡ESO ES TODO?!

    Me habían estafado.

    Corrí tan rápido como pude fuera del aeropuerto, la gente alrededor mío se quejaban del olor nauseabundo de mi equipaje, apenas llegue a mi departamento y puse en el patio que también servía como cuarto de lavado y estaba la cama mi perro, aun tenía que ir por él a casa de mi abuela, pero primero el principal problema.

    Abrí la maleta, el olor aumento y apenas abrí las tapas de las tres cajas al mismo tiempo fui atacada por una serie de gritos y chillidos agudos.

    - ¡Rechiii! Muy brillante - dijo el pulgar más pequeño en una esquina tapándose con su muñon, había estado llorando y temblando aun arrullando a Maggot-chan que estaba con la lengua afuera y con un color gris en los ojos. Tenemos uno muerto.

    -¡¡No señor humano no me haga daño se lo ruego!!- lloraba otro en la tercera jaula con llorosos y lamentables DEEE~ su voz era horrible y grave, mientras protegía su cabeza, todo su alrededor estaba manchado en mierda, calvo ¡y sólo quería tomarlo de su estúpida y deforme cabeza y azotarla contra el suelo! suprimi mi instinto asesino (torture y comí unos cuantos de estos en mis dos semanas en Japón) Luego observé a la jissou clase alta que sólo me reverencio desde su burbuja de hámster ondeando su muñon desde su propio contenedor.

    ¿Pero donde estaban la madre y la adolescente? Había un rastro de mierda verde que iba a la casa de la familia Jissou, levanté la casa de plástico delgado y ahí estaba el origen de todo maldito olor e infierno entre una mezcla de sus propias heces verdes, líquido amniótico, sangre y pedazos de carne que no podía identificar estaba la adolescente, tirada, muy delgada y casi echa un cadáver temblaba y lloraba nada.

    No había líquido en su cuerpo.

    -De..Deee - su pequeña voz de niña tocio- No más bebés mamá por-porfavor- estaba desnuda no al borde de lamuerte pero si agonizando- Deeergh~

    -Onee-saan- corrió la más pequeña al ver el estado en que estaba su hermana mayor llevando a maggot-chan, sus pequeñas lágrimas caían en su muerto rostro.Tenía rota una parte de su ropa . En la oreja. Y si. Era gorda y redonda pero linda.

    Ok. ¿Donde estaba la pequeña bastarda? Detrás de las camas en la otra esquina pude ver movimiento, las camas apiladas horizontalmente en uja esquina, inmediatamente las quite y estaba la madre tratando de amamantar a un gusano y un pulgar, había otro gusano en el suelo.
    TODOS lloraban con sus voces chillonas, la madre se levantó con una combinación de sorpresa y espanto.

    -¡Ho-Hola señorita desu! - estos monstruos verdes sólo saben hablar japonés y aprenden lo más básico de cualquier lenguaje. Hizo su expresión "linda"- ¿ No le gustas mis lindos hijos?- levantó a la pequeña pulgar, lloraba y temblaba mirándome con su rostro azul, sus bragas llenas de mierda de su ano-vagina que aun no escurrian, tenía un moño azul lleno de mierda en su cabeza, la tome entre mis manos y a la otra que estaba con el cadáver de su hermana mayor, ambas eran lindas, una con un listón azul que era obvio de la original, la otra obviamente estaba recién nacida las puse con un snack de mi perro lo suficiente blando en una caja de zapatos.

    -Rechi~?-ambas se miraron con curiosidad. Las deje conocerse.

    Y en cuanto a los gusanos que sólo gritaban - Repipi~ no comida, Repeen~ gusano hambriento~ Ree...reeee~ triste reee~- lloraban golpeando sus colas , los puse en un canasto de ropa junto con el cadáver de su fría hermana larva. No creo que le tomen importancia mientras exploran el nuevo lugar donde estaban.

    Quite a la Jissou de buena calidad y al calvo cobarde a una esquina del patio, habían visto un poco de la masacre y están asustados y temblando. A ambos les lance un poco de los snacks de mi perro.

    Saque la caja de la maleta con las últimas Jissou , el olor se había impregnado en la maleta, maldita sea. Tenía que hacer una llamada a larga distancia. Puse el celular entre mi hombro y mi oreja.

    El adefesio de la madre golpeaba el vidrio tratando de llamar mi atención- Señora humana deje explicar desuuu~ ¿Dónde están mis bebés?- daba brincos sin parar , tome la bastarda tan fuerte que sus bragas explotaron con mierda salpicando lasparedes de plástico, la solté cayendo en su propia inmundicia, con un "DEGYAA" , extrañamente sus ropas parecían más ajustadas, quite a la moribunda adolescente quien sonreía a la nada imaginando quien sabe que y la puse en una toalla sobre la lavadora.- Hu-huele bien desuu...suave...-

    Lance la caja con la madre adentro hacia el fregadero, y abrí el grifo y empezó a caer un poco de agua en el contenedor, me asomé y la jissou comenzó a llorar sosteniendo uno de sus muñones-¡¡DEGYAAAAA!! ¡Ayúdame señorita! ¡Lo siento! gritaba incluso más que el calvo jissou , su brazo estaba atrapado entre su casa y la pared, al parecer estaba roto y los restos de no se que alrededor, además de las camas toda la suciedad cayó en direccion a ella. Inspeccioné.

    Recogí un vestido de color verde y adentro los despedazados restos de una jissou-pulgar que no pudo nacer bien, más maggot-chans desnudos, moribundos unos muy pequeños, fetos apenas, todos de diferentes tamaños, sospeche que había pasado aquí.

    Rayos, unos aun se arrastraban buscando vivir sin saber que pasaba era como ver pequeñas gomas de mascar rosas semi-parlantes.

    El agua comenzaba a llenar el contenedor apenas un centímetro, cualquier pulgar estaría feliz porque su casa se estaba volviendo una gran piscina y sería divertido, pero no, la madre jissou sospechaba algo, tocio mierda y comenzó a caminar con el brazo desprendido, sangrando el impacto no la dejaba caminar bien, había lastimado más su cuerpo, obvio arroje la jaula con ira.
    Al otro lado en el teléfono celular alguien contestó.

    -¡¡¡Watanabe!!!- grite necesitaba ahora de este supuesto "Criador Experto Certificado Jissou" respuestas -¡Necesito respuestas ahora!- grite y me acerqué a la madre - ¡¡Y tu también si no quieres que de mate de la forma más dolorosa, idiota y pendeja jissou de mierda!!

    **Pffft** se escuchó y cagó más la idiota.

    5 horas antes de aterrizar.
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    Well this must be the first jissouseki fic that I have ever read in Spanish, although it seems that it was translated, dare I say from english. Anon friend where did you find it? It is yours?

    Pues este ha de ser el primer cuento de jissouseki en español que e leído en la vida, aunque parece que fue traducido, me parece que del ingles. Anon amigo donde lo encontraste? es tuyo?
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    Thank you Katasu!!

    ufile.io/cya2h

    REd, Al, WitchDoctor, and everyone else please save and share this file.

    And please if some one saved the 2nd thread please share it.>>11277
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    >>11288 Hurry, it expires November 2017
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    Yeah. It's mine , first time in this thread, but I don't want too much ortographic mistakes soo I wrote it in mother language. Sometimes traduce japanese.
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    Thank you very much!
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    Mala familia. Part 3.

    Lindo jissou, ¿que quieres hoy para comer?~ - la voz de señor hombre sonaba en en el aparato brillante de la señorita.
    -Dechuu~ - ladeo su cabeza y sus ojos se iluminaron y con felicidad que casi parecía haberla echo olvidar toda la mierda encima de ella y sus extremidades rotas- ¡Un filete señor! Jugoso y...¡No terminé , no se vaya señorita! Orororon-
    -No es ella -dijo Watanabe- Bueno, no de mi tienda.Ni siquiera sabía que eran los filetes.

    -Perfecto -dije con ironía y abrí el grifo hasta que el chorro llenaba lo bastante para que la madre falsa entrara en pánico.

    5 horas antes del aterrizaje.

    Cinco busco entre su ropa interior ahí tenía una flor.
    -Jissou-chan~ - llamó y no hubo respuesta ¿Jissou-chan? ¿Desu?- Salió de su horrible casa y vio a la mayor jugando aunque separadas por la pared de plástico con la jissou de vestido bonitobonito, ella hacia bailar su pequeño oso mientras que la adolescente la veía riendo y aplaudiendo.

    -Seamos amigas- dijo la hermosa jissou y la otra sintió mucha felicidad en su corazón.

    -¡Claro desu!- el amor que ahora sentía era diferente al que sentía por mamá, pulgar o maggot-chan, tenía una amiga con cosas bonitas ¡tal vez algún día podría subir a la resbaladilla!, sintió un tirón en su hombro- ¿De?¿Qué sucede mamá? ¡Mira mamá,tengo una amiga!- grito con felicidad.
    La madre ni siquiera escucho y la arrastró a la casa, Marie se despedía de ella, llevando su oso y abranzadolo, quería algo así.
    -¿Mamá?-
    -Mira pequeña Jissou- saco la flor medio seca y se la dio- ¡Tenemos que hacer que señor hombre nos tome como sus mascotas favoritas desu!- la hermana mayor aun no entendía pero le gustaba ver la flor entre sus muñones pero estaba dispuesta a ayudar para hacer orgullosa a mamá.
    -¡Claro mamá desu!-golpeó su propio pecho con decisión mientras que su madre le bajaba las bragas- ¿¡Mamá que haces?!-Trato de subirse su bragas blancas- ¡¡No quiero hacer caca!!-forcejeo cubriendo con el pudor que el maestro le había enseñado y ahora su madre ahora acercaba la hermosa flor a sus partes privadas.
    -Rechu~ ¿Que sucede?- se asomó el pulgar, había explorado y no encontraba a nadie más dejó maggot-chan dormir más, se asustó y sus piernas temblaron, su hermana mayor estaba tirada en el suelo ¿Mamá quería quitarle sus ropas a onee-chan? ¡Eso sólo lo hacían los callejeros! De repente el estómago de su hermana se hincho.
    - ¿Deee?- la menor froto su estómago entre lágrimas y con un poco de líquido verde en el suelo- ¿Mamá que me pasa ?-subió sus bragas y se levantó saliendo de la casa tan rápido como pudo, aun Marie estaba ahí jugando en la esquina- No...no puedo caminar dechaaa~ - se sostenía y¿No podía hacer caca? se dejó caer a un lado de la hermosa jissou quien golpeaba preocupada por su amiga, su estómago se movía y seguía creciendo aun con pedazos de flor dentro de ella, tenía sus dos ojos verdes vio su reflejo en el contenedor- ¡No! ¡No quiero tener bebés!- la sombra de su madre le daba miedo, el pulgar observaba detrás del contenedor de agua llorando y agarrando a su gusano.

    Marie corrió a su casa a buscar algo para ayudar a su amiga, el jissou calvo veía sin emoción la escena sin vida en sus ojos pero si con saliva escurriendo en su triangular boca.

    -Lo siento jissou-chan- mamá le daba mucho miedo en la oscuridad, la tomo de su lindo pelo y la arrastró de vuelta a casa - Señor hombre verá hermosos bebés ¡y nos escogerá, no a jissou mierda! Desu -señaló a Marie, que salía con una espada juguete, saltó nunca había visto tanta violencia, la envidia había transformado a la madre.

    -E-Esa es una mala palabra mamá- dijo el pulgar temblando a lo que la más grande, la pateo haciéndola caer al agua-REGRYAA...cough..cough...- tocia y salpicaba- ¡¡Ayudargh!! ¡Hermana! Maggot...-

    - ¡Noooo jissou-chan! ¡¡MI PELO!!¡¡DUELE!! - sus bragas ahora expulsaban tanta mierda, dura del miedo, ¡tenía que limpiarse le daba pena frente su amiga! ¿Porque mamá le hacia esto?, ellos eran solo unas bebés bonitas, desesperada por ayudar a su hermanita, forcejeo con su madre y aunque un parche de su hermoso pelo fue arrancado pudo tirar el contenedor de agua salvando a la pequeña, aunque mojandola entre su mierda que empezaba a salir del miedo de ahogarse, su madre la lanzó de nuevo a la casa - No les hagas daño son unos beb...ouch mi barriga duele desu~- lloro impotente iba a ser mamá pero ella no podía.

    -REEchii..chii..- tocio el pulgar mojado pero había una sombra- Mamá ¿PORQUE? Rechaaa~ - dijo con pequeña y tierna voz, le daba mucho miedo la obscuridad y con la poca luz atrás su mamá daba miedo, se quitó las bragas y ofreció su ano-vagina pero sólo sintió un dolor en su oreja- Nooooo mi listón reee~- la mamá tomo todas las croquetas para comer y regresó a la casa no sin antes darle una patada Maggot-chan quien tenía unos segundos de despertar.

    -Refuuu~ sueño bueno, punipu...¡ahh!- su cuerpo azotó en la esquina.

    -¡Maggot-chaaan!- grito histérica la pulgar y corrió a rescatarlo.

    La hija mayor vio a su madre entrar e instintivamente protegió su panza - Duele, mamá mucho d-deee ~ yo no puedo tener bebés , no recuerdas...?

    -Escucha jissou-chan, tenemos que hacer que señor hombre nos escoja- su actitud había cambiado a una madre "comprensiva" e "inteligente" incluso limpio la frente sudorosa de su hija con un pedazo de bragas limpias- Por eso tendremos una familia grande con muchos bebés bonitos.

    - ¿Mis hermanas no son bonitas?- lloro lágrimas bicolor al recordarlas.

    -No, desu - estaban tardando mucho en nacer tenía que acelerar el parto antes de que llegara el humano tal vez tenía que empujarla- ¡Pero tu sí! Desu~Y tendremos una casa bonita como esa incluso más grande y podrán jugar los pequeños jissous y tendrás un bolso bonito- tendió un listón azul extrañamente familiar- ¡Este será para tú primer bebé desu!- la chica vio su estómago e imagino todo lo que su madre decía ¡tal vez si podía tenerlos! , su estómago rugia como si tuviera hambre ¡Pero eran bebés creciendo! ¡Sus bebés! En unas semanas tendría unos hermosos jissous tenía mucho amor en su corazón ahora.

    -Dechuuun~- levantó su vestido y vio el movimiento de muchas bolas sobre su piel aun sentía mucho dolor - ¿Enserio mamá?- otra contraccion la miro con lágrimas en su rostro- Dame tu listón quiero que mis bebés me vean bonita ~- su madre dio un paso atrás y enseñó los dientes. ¡NO! JISSOU-CHAN le grito, el corazón de la niña dolió y más aún al ver que ahora le había quitado la capucha de su vestido- ¡De! ¡¿Mamá que haces?!-
    -Tu ropa se llenara de caca desu~- tenía que verse más bonita que la jissou clase alta, podía tomarlas ahora y después el señor hombre les daría a todos, eran muy pobres en esta caja pequeña, la niña forcejeo cuando fue su vestido arrancado y una contracción muy fuerte la golpeó, cayó sobre su estómago y empezó a patalear violentamente estaba dando a luz.

    -¡¡DEGYAA!! - ¡aún no era tiempo! la niña saco con tanta fuerza a sus hijos, caca y líquido que salpicó toda la casa- ¡¡Noooo, nazcan!!- nunca escuchó el Tettere~ sólo sonidos ahogados, y su madre caminando sobre la suciedad, se sentía muy cansada no podía dormir ahora y se giró para ver el horror, a sus bebés luchar dentro de sus bolsas otros estaban azules o desnudos, otros sólo eran miembros sin forma, alcanzó uno, lamio instintivamente la bolsa y al terminar sólo vio la ropa pequeña y una mezcla de órganos verdes y rojos, se arrodilló con el cadáver en sus manos, tomo otro y lo lamio, sólo eran un par de ojos, tomo otro, un maggot-chan pequeño desnudo, con los ojos cerrados sin pelo, pero un muy pequeño "re..." le dio esperanzas y lo dejó- M-Mamaa~ ayúdame, mis bebés dee~- tomo otra bolsa sólo para ser otro pulgar licuado, su mamá tomo un pequeño bulto una bolsa y veía adentro al pequeño bebé ahogandose en su bolsa, en su mente pequeña pensaba que su mamá iba a salvarlo.

    -¡¡Jissou de mierda dechaaa!!- azotó al gusano desnudo el cuál reventó fuera de su bolsa materna para morir del susto, estaba ya azul de muerte, del impacto- ¡Todos feos y desnudos!
    -¡No mates a mis bebés! Orororo- la madre recién parida se arrastró hasta su madre quien los pisaba con los dientes afilados, y roja y furiosa ¡No eran feos! Sólo señor hombre tenía que cuidar bien a sus pequeños, criarlos, en su estrés y desesperación le rogó a su madre que parara de pisarlos y gritarle feos que mordió su pierna, la madre reaccionó y pateo su rostro de la ahora de desnuda miserable llena de suciedad hermana mayor- ¡PARA! ¡Lo siento, no me pegues!- la mamá tomo un pequeño feto-gusano y lo reventó en el rostro de su hija manchandola con la sangre de uno de sus hijos, su ojo se puso rojo y su estómago llenarse otra vez- ¿Desu?- otra vez estaba quedando embarazada-¡¡NOOO!!- cayó de espaldas soltando patadas.
    - ¡Tendrás más bebés! Desu!- Salió de la casa de plástico.
    -¡¡No me dejes sola!!- grito aguantando a sus bebés para que no salieran, nunca había sentido tanto dolor- DeegYAA!!-

    **SPLAT**

    Al salir de la sala de parto-casa vio como el shit-jissou con casa bonita hablaba con el calvo y feo a través de las paredes - Depupu~ se burló y dio una vuelta guiñando el ojo - Vamos a ser las mascotas favoritas~- canto y se desnudo poniéndose la ropa de su hija - el pulgar estaba cagado de miedo literalmente, oía a su hermana gritar y chillar como nunca , su ropa mojada, temblaba de frío y mamá daba miedo, estaba escondido debajo del recipiente que antes habría sido su tumba cuando estaba llena de agua, le daba "belly rubs" a su hermanita favorita fría y dormida otra vez, su ojo colgaba y ella lo volvía a meter en el cráneo de su hermanita, no entendía que sucedía, afuera escuchaba a mamá decirle palabrotas a los otros jissou que no conocía. Era una bonita jissou ¿Porque?

    En mi departamento.

    - Entonces la malvada jissou lazo el caramelo de...de jissou-chan ¡la inocente lo comió!- decía la madre alrededor de mi mano estaba apunto de hundirla en el contenedor lleno de agua - ¡y mi pobre hija comenzó a tener bebés! Ororon- fingió llorar.
    -¿Tu le crees?-
    -Obvio no - respondió Watanabe y hundía a la pobre bastarda, ya sabíamos que era callejera mando los vídeos de seguridad de su tienda. Había matado a la madre original tomo su ropa y la reemplazó.
    -¿Cómo pudiste estafarme?-saque a la jissou que comenzaba morderme debajo el agua- ¡Calmate!- la arroje y ella trató de salvarse nadando a la orilla con su único brazo, el agua había lavado toda la suciedad pero ella seguía cagando-¿ Como saber que no ocasionaran más problemas?
    -¡Lo siento!- dijo Watanabe - pero no podía conseguir jissous tan especiales como TU querías en tan poco tiempo ¡son asexuados! -Asentí tenía razón, estas bestias ni siquiera eran mis mascotas, eran para mis primos mi tío me mando dinero, querían una familia y un niño, cambiaron de parecer cuando les mande una foto de un Jissou "macho" el gran pene debió asustarlos obviamente - Aún así tienes el Kit-jissou, aun puedes salvar a la adolescente como te explique.

    -Ok, yo me haré cargo- tenía que limpiar todo esto y después presentarme con mi familia, observé a la jissou callejera tal vez podría darme el lujo de otra mascota.
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    Well, I can't read Spanish, but thanks for posting original content!

    >>11288
    Thanks again! I haven't read those in years, and I'm just glad someone saved everything.

    Well, between the new content and archive, I feel like adding something to it. Let me know if you want me to continue this.

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    Flying Jissou Circus~!

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    So, my hobby for the last twenty-five years had been building and flying model airplanes. In fact, just outside my home in the countryside of Texas, there’s a 200 foot stretch of abandoned road that cuts through my property that I’ve repurposed as a runway for my fixed wing aircraft. However, once again, I found myself not flying my planes.

    The first reason I’ve stopped is that things have changed at work. When I first moved down to Texas, our company was a smaller firm that occasionally did work on satellite communications, mostly for companies in South America and India. A year ago, Boeing called up our company to help design the embedded guidance system of a then-recently announced competitor to the Space X’s Falcon 9 series of rockets. As of now, we are reaching the final stages of prototyping the guidance computer of the eXperimental Recoverable Deep Space Launch System (RDSLS-X), which meant that I was promoted. I’m now one of the senior engineers, which means that I’m required for more hours at work than at home.

    The second is due to the recent retirement of my best planes, Stargazer. Yep, that’s right, after almost seven years, I was forced to retire the plane that I’m almost famous for in the remote control plane scene. I say “forced” because of that know-nothing hipster who “wanted to get a good shot of it in the air” steered his drone right into the path of my plane before I had time to react, and of course, they collided. One moment, everything is fine; the next Stargazer’s short a wing and on fire while the drone tumbles to the ground as a mangled heap of broken plastic. And then I’m the asshole because I start yelling at the kid! Nevermind that Stargazer probably cost more than the refitted supply closet that scraggly bearded punk calls an apartment.

    Anyway, that’s not the key reason for my retirement of Stargazer. Remember that part in my last post where I said “no matter how amazing Stargazer is, it can’t fly itself?” Well, sometime in 2013, I was thinking about that when I was introduced to the Raspberry Pi by an old college buddy who wouldn’t shut up about it. The accident that destroyed Stargazer was an excuse for me to do something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. As of this month, I’m putting the finishing touches on Stargazer II, a more advanced version of Stargazer that really can fly itself. I’m debugging some of the software I developed for monitoring and regulating fuel use during flight. As such, I’m spending my weekends doing ground tests and simulating certain scenarios before I debut my new plane at a local R/C plane show. And this time, my plane won’t collide with any pesky quadcopters piloted by dipshits who couldn’t figure out an R/C car they could get at a drugstore!

    The third reason is them. You know who. Jissouseki. Years ago, I had my first encounter with the little shit-goblins when I was trying to fly the first generation Stargazer. I found an … interesting… method of dealing with them and the cardboard shanty town they set up near my runway. Years later, and any trace of the Jissou City is gone, reclaimed by nature along with any evidence of the model plane crash that wiped it off the face of the Earth. It has been years since I’ve seen one outside the cities. Apparently, rural Texas is too inhospitable a climate for the little bastards. However, following some wet, cool summers and mild winters, I’ve been hearing of feral populations taking up residence in rural developments like the one I live in, usually piggy-backing on the city-slickers who are moving out here in increasing numbers.

    The first time I’ve seen them this year was back in April, when I was out pulling weeds on my property. As I was finishing up, I saw a few Jissou whelps and a maggot come crawling out of the grass near my front porch. One of the whelps saw me, and raised her stubby hand to her cheek as she looked at me with her mismatched button eyes.

    “Am I not cute techu~n? Take me home with you techi!” Her attention-getting display alerted the other two to my presence. The smaller whelp picked up the larval Jissou and ran over to me, presenting the baby as if it were some kind of treasure.

    “Take Maggot-chan techi! We not eat much and be cute for Mr. Man techi~”

    The maggot, just then recognizing me as Mr. Man, lazily wagged its tail and panted happily as greenish slime tricked from its slit. It said something that its sisters taught it as its tongue lolled about in its mouth.

    “Maggot-chan good Jissou refu~”

    “Maggot-chan is a good Jissou techi~”

    Despite my initial apprehension, I took the whelp up on its offer, gently taking the grub from her arms and standing back up. The maggot appeared elated at this new situation, closing its eyes and drooling happily while saying “punipuni” in a soft voice that betrayed its lack of intelligence. I looked back at the whelp with a false smile.

    “She’s adorable… Hey, before I take you guys inside, let me ask you a question.”

    “Te?”

    Still locking eyes with the whelp that had handed me her little sister, I spoke in my most friendly voice. “Do you love your Maggot-chan?”

    The whelp twitched her ears happily as she smiled and responded with a sing-song voice “Techun~ Techa-chan loves Maggot-chan thiiiiiiiiiiiis much techi!” She extended her tiny arms out as far out as she could, as if attempting to show me that it was more than she could ever hold.

    “Well, all right then,” I said, winding my arm back and throwing the maggot straight up into the air. “... If you love her, you’ll catch her.” The whelp’s attempt at a smile faded, the color drained from her face, and her eyes widened with the realization of what I had just done. All it was able to muster was a confused “Te…?”

    The whelps’ sisters screamed “TECHAAAAAA!” in a high, shrill voice as they saw their smallest sibling fly high into the air. In the few seconds it took for the maggot to reach its apex of its ascent and begin accelerating towards the ground, the Jissouseki on the ground panicked, tripping over each other as they tried to position themselves underneath their airborne sibling in order to catch it.

    “M-Maggot-chan, don’t worry techi! Techa-chan got you techi!”

    “Quickly techi~ We need to-- ”

    “Tetere--”*splat* The maggot’s cheers at returning to earth were suddenly cut short when it hit the pavement face-first right in front of her panicking siblings, splattering its blood and internal organs onto the concrete. What remained of its once fat little body deflated like a shit-filled balloon, leaving the grub’s mismatched eyes and blood-soaked tuft of hair, which lay in a puddle of Jissou gore, as the only recognizable parts of the maggot to survive the fall.

    “TECHAAAAAAAAA!” The whelps screamed in unison, their voices marked by fear and grief-stricken horror. The Jissou that presented me with the maggot was the one most affected by its sudden demise, as she just stared in shock at the maggot’s remains, tears welling up in her eyes.The other two looked at me with eyes full of hatred, veins bulging from their foreheads as they bared their teeth and screamed curses at me.

    “M-Maggot-chan…?”

    “Shit human cruel techi! Maggot-chan didn’t do anything to you techi!”

    “Maggot-chan not even three days old yet techaaa! Shit human pay for this techaa!”

    I ignored them as I walked back to my house, bag full of weeds in hand. The largest one tried to follow me, I guess in a futile attempt to avenge her dead sister. As I unlocked my door, I felt the pit-pat of tiny hands on my leg. Apparently, she thought that her punches could actually do something to me. I put a stop to her little outburst by picking the Jissou up by her hair and lifting her of the ground, and I felt the strangely satisfying sensation of her hair roots strain and become taut as I lifted her off her feet.

    “Teee?! It hurts techa! Put me down techa!” She reached for her hair, but her arms were too short to manage it. She just flailed around helplessly as I dangled her in the air, all while her sister tearfully pleaded with me to show mercy.

    “P-please set onee-chan down gently techi... Please no hurt onee-chan t-techaaaa…”

    “What’s that? You want me to put her down? Well, since you asked me so nicely~,” I said as I flung the Jissou into the weed bag. Now, these weeds that I had been uprooting were a species of thistle of which I could not identify because I’m not a botanist, along with some thorny grass and nettle. What I did know is that they were spiny and that I needed gloves to remove them if I didn’t want to be picking splinters out of my hands for the rest of the night. The Jissou whelp had no such protection. It yelped when it landed inside the bag, a surprised yip that morphed into an anguished scream of “Te-ghiiiiiii!” as I spun the bag around like an old fashioned salad spinner. Her other sister screamed in horror, the smaller whelp transitioned from stunned, horrified silence to heart-felt bawling as she kneeled next to the remains of the crushed maggot, crying into her paws.

    “Onee-chaaaaaan--!”

    “Maggot-chaaaaaaaaaan!”

    When the cries from the bag stopped, I reached into the bag and pulled out the Jissou by her hair. Her body was covered in deep scratches, puncture wounds, and rapidly developing rashes. Her left eye had swollen shut, her partially deflated right eye was leaking a mixture of blood, tears, and green ocular fluid, and her breathing had become ragged and shallow. As expected, she had soiled herself, filling her panties with thick green slime that mixed with the blood leaking from her wounds. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the child Jissou to the concrete, to the dismay of her remaining sisters. Her pained moaning became a harsh, shrill shriek of agony that was suddenly cut short with the sound of her tiny bones breaking as she landed on the concrete. The smallest whelp seemed oblivious to the carnage happening right in front of her, ignoring her the plight of her fallen elder sister as she scooped up the juicy remains of the maggot in her arms and weeped into them bitterly, hugging them tightly and staining her white bib red and green with blood, feces, and few fluids I didn’t recognize.

    The other sister ran over to the shattered body of her eldest sister with tears streaming down her face. It was clear that she wanted to ask something like “Are you alright?”, but after looking down at her sister’s shattered legs, which had been bent all the wrong way by her fall, and her grievous injuries elsewhere on her tiny body, the answer to that question was self-evident. The fallen Jissou did not respond to its sister’s attempts to comfort it, chest heaving as it screamed in agony.

    “Owie! Owie owie owie owie! My legs hurtieeee techaaaaa-aa-aa! Mama! Mamaa-aaa-aaa-aaa!”

    And with that, I left them: with one Jissou whelp broken and dying on the pavement, another too caught up in trying to comfort her fallen sister in her final moments, and the other too grief-stricken over her crushed sibling to respond with anything other than despondent sobbing. Needless to say, they didn’t follow me as I went inside. What’s wrong guys?, I almost said out loud. Are you afraid of what I’ll do to you when you’re inside? Instead, I marked my departure by slamming the door in their faces.

    Anyway, later that night, as I prepared dinner, I had a spark of inspiration. In its final moments, from the beginning of its fall to the moment right before it splattered on the ground, the Jissou maggot probably thought it was flying. Now, the question became what would happen if one of the maggots actually could fly. A strange thought, I know. But then I started asking myself more questions. How much does a Jissou maggot weigh? Like, twenty grams, tops? Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult to find a small remote control aircraft that could lift that much. Hell, I had a small airforce’s worth of model planes just sitting in storage, surely one of them ought to be up to the task. All I’d need to do is find a Jissou maggot to find out what could lift one, and after what I had just done to one little Jissou family, I was not likely to find many more that would be willing to entertain my desire to take one of their youngest, most vulnerable children.

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    It turned out that I would get what I needed soon enough. It was Sunday morning, and any sign of the events of the previous night were almost gone. The Jissouseki whelps were long gone, a trail of dried blood and feces trailing from where the fallen Jissou lay off into the grass. The maggot’s landing was marked with greenish crust that had all but dried out, and any evidence that either had died there would be blown away by the wind or washed away with the rain.

    Inside, I was going about my morning routine when I heard a slight tapping at my front door. As I have a working doorbell, I found this strange, but between my sighting of the Jissouseki yesterday and the knock being far too weak to be human, I was able to put the two together. The Jissouseki were back in the neighborhood, and one of them had just left me a “present.”

    After a few minutes (I didn’t want the mother thinking I was overly anxious to take her and her shit-spawn), I opened the front door to find what I had expected. Just over the threshold was a blackened banana peel and a dried-out orange rind. Nibbling contentedly on the rotten fruit skins was a single larval Jissouseki, wagging its tail happily as it tore away tiny chunks of putrid plant matter with its still developing teeth.

    “Mnnumnumnum… yummy refu~ Happy refu~”

    I knew that Jissouseki were known to abandon their babies on random door steps, often for different reasons. Some are basically trying to bait the occupant into accepting their baby, who will grow and later let the mother and the rest of her family inside. Others were genuinely doing this to give their grubs the chance of a better life. The reasons why this mother abandoned her baby at my door were irrelevant. What mattered was that I had what I needed for my little project, without having to fight one of the whelps for it.

    I gently picked up the maggot, which was happily mashing up what it had scraped from the banana peel with its palate. It expressed surprise at being disturbed, desperately wiggling its legs and wagging its tongue about as it tried to get back to its meal. It started crying as I walked back inside and closed the door behind me.

    “Re? Where food go refu? Maggot-chan want peel refu-eeeeeeeeen”

    Time to go to work.

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    The Hubsan X4 H107 is a remote control microdrone that currently dominates its area of the market, owing to its ease of flight and low cost. In addition, this drone can carry small objects, though obviously the manufacturer doesn’t want you to do this. Though, if you do fuck it up, crash kits are relatively inexpensive and most repairs can be done by the end user. Since a maggot weighed just a little more than the heaviest battery this drone can use, it was possible to get it in the air carrying the grub, with some modifications, of course.

    So, for the next hour, I was at my desk, creating a small harness for the grub and attaching it to the quadcopter. As I worked, the maggot crawled around on my desk, leaving a dark green fecal trail as it explored its new environment, its previous temper tantrum about having its half-rotted food taken away a distant memory. A few times, it inched its way up to the drone to gum its rubber feet, then lose interest and crawl away. As I was putting the finishing touches on the drone, the maggot finally recognized my presence. It crawled in front of me and rolled over to expose its rotund underside, wiggling its leg stumps and tail excitedly as it made an all too familiar request.

    “Mr. Man, give belly rub refu~ Maggot-chan’s tummy be soft and squishy for you refu~”

    I made no reply. What had started as a request became more desperate.

    “Maggot-chan want belly rub refu~ Please rub belly refu~”

    Again no reply. The maggot stopped wiggling and just stared at me, tears welling in its tiny eyes. I did not respond in kind, which only made it cry harder.

    “Mr. Man no give belly rub refueeeen… Maggot-chan sad refueeeeeen…”


    A tragedy forgotten as soon as I looked at it. No sooner had our eyes met did the maggot’s tears dry and it resume its pleas for a belly rub.

    “Maggot-chan here refu! Give punipuni refu~”

    WIthout a word, I flipped the drone over and picked up the maggot. It was initially confused at my sudden response. Holding it still with my finger, I tightened the straps on the little harness around the little grub, attaching it to the quadcopter. I ensured that the straps were firm, but not too tight; the maggot needed to be able to breathe, while at the same time it needed to be secured to the drone in such a way that it could not suddenly shift its weight in any direction. As I made my adjustments to the straps, the maggot cooed “This strange punipuni refu~”

    “It’s not a belly rub. Why would I give something like you a belly rub? Just so you could shit all over my desk? Not happening. Also,” I continued, my voice becoming a poor imitation of the maggot’s, “Your refu make u sound stoopid, repuuuuuuu”

    The maggot started trembling as tears welled up in its eyes again. I never thought I would get such a kick out of hurting the feelings of such a tiny, defenseless creature. But that was before I knew what Jissouseki were.

    “Re-ee-eee… Mr. Man is meanie refueeeeen… Hurt Maggot-chan’s feeling refueeeen…”

    “Aw… I’m sorry, Maggot-chan. I’ll make it up to you.”

    “You mean belly rub refu?”

    “Even better than a belly rub! Do you want it?”

    “Better than belly rub refu? Better than go poop refu? Maggot-chan want refu!”

    “All right then, let’s get started!”

    Time for a test flight~

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    >>11307
    Definitely continue this! I loved the original thread and the resurrection of it so many years later is great. <3
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    Seconded, we need this guy's story to continue!

    Also, RIP Stargazer ;~;

    Also also, is it weird that I kinda picture this guy looking a bit like Quicksilver in the X-Men movies? I don't know why, that's just what came to mind and stuck when reading the first story.
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    Thanks, I like your stories, by the way and the drone idea.
    >>11288
    Omg I still remember, I'm so glad I found my favourite stories , Bella and Beatrice, Jessa mindbreak, Stella massacre bathtub, Matilda betrayed ( this one have continuation?) The puppet jissou <3, the starving jissou in the jar, Infestation, Resa torture, a lot of experiments, thanks. Miss this violence.


    Limpié y me empecé a reescribir el capítulo 1, 2 y 3 de mi historia, y no parezca que lo escribí sucio en mis ratos libres en el celular :v , igual los invito a leer aunque sea en otro idioma o traductor google.

    Mala familia. Parte 1/3


    -Jovencita ¿tiene forma de dormir estos adefesios?-dijo tajante el guardia del aeropuerto, tardé en procesar unos segundos su japonés y reaccione- ¡Oh! ¡Si claro disculpe! Y rocie una pequeña cantidad de cloroformo sobre la caja donde adentro había 6 Jissous.


    10 horas después.


    Cinco se levantó mareada.
    -¿Qué sucedió? desuuu~ -sujeto su cabeza- ¿Estoy en casa del señor hombre ?-a su alrededor nada diferente a su casa de cartón en el callejón, sólo que ahora está limpia, sin caca en las paredes incluso había una cama de su tamaño y para sus pequeños nuevos jissous, lindas cobijas rosas y platos para comida ¡deliciosa y caliente! un plato de agua y una caja para hacer sus necesidades y no apestaba ¡era un milagro! Era una mascota. Pero todo estaba obscuro a su alrededor-¿Desu?- Había recordado al él señor hombre, luego a la señorita mujer hablando, sintió una brisa húmeda después de respirar tuvo mucho sueño. Afuera de la caja estaban sus bebés Maggot-chan estaba abrazado de Thumb-chan aun dormidos en el suelo, la más grande de sus hijas frotaba su ojo impar y bostezaba.


    -¿Ma-Mamá?¿Qué pasa techiii~? ¿Porque está todo negro? -preguntó con miedo su hija más grande abrazandose a la cintura de su madre.


    - No se desu~- poca luz se filtraba por hoyos en el contenedor de plastico donde entraba un poco de luz caminaron en la oscuridad abrazados.


    -¡Mamá mira, techi!- un plato lleno de croquetas y un dulce había aparecido entre las sombras, la adolescente corrió sólo para chocar y rebotar a pies de su madre sin manchar sus bragas con mierda, pero confundida gotas bicolor salían de la orilla de sus ojos, la pared aun es invisible al igual que la tienda en la que habia pasado toda su vida, sólo que obscuro y al otro lado había más cosas, la madre veía con su boca triangular muy abierta con la saliva saliendole, más allá de la comida había una Casa Jissou más bonita, con ventanas ¡Las ventanas tenían ropa también!, una botella llena de agua no en el piso sino en la pared con chupón, una pileta para bañarse con estampado de maggot-chans, un cojín y una resbaladilla. ¿Porque ella tenía no tenía una igual de bonita ? Las bragas de la madre empezaban a oler y golpeó la pared transparente con fuerza.

    ¡Quería entrar a la casa bonita! -


    -¿Qué haces mamá? Me asustas techiii~ -pregunto la adolescente, mamá no era así una noche antes de que el señor humano las comprará- ¿D-Dónde estamos techii~? Dónde está señor hombre? Teee..-


    -¡Vamos, jissou-chan desu! Tenemos que romper para llegar ahí -golpeó con sus muñones- DESU! DESU!- la mayor la imitó con tímidas patadas que no hacían casi ruido - ¡Tu no ser ayuda, desu! - la niña volvió a temblar -Hija debil ¡desu!-


    -Mamá estas roja, ¿te sientes mal? teeee- ella nunca había echo más que cuidar a sus hermanas. No sabía hacer otro trabajo.


    -Muy ruidoso techuu~- Una jissou casi tan grande como la adolescente salió de la casa pero era diferente, prendiendo la pequeña lámpara de pila AAA dentro de su casa, era bonita más porque tenía un lindo vestido rosa con olanes, pelo negro y una pequeña bolsa en forma de maggot-chan ambos jissous se quedaron callados- ¡Ah! ¡Hola techi! - dijo alegre moviendo su muñon hacia sus congéneres sólo a la más pequeña se le iluminaron los ojos por conocer alguien de su tamaño y tan bonita -Soy Marie, techu~ -dijo con una reverencia y sentándose en su cojín esperando a que los otros jissous dijeran algo, la adolescente se acercó y tocó la superficie del plastico, Marie hizo lo mismo.


    -¿Donde estamos techii?- la hija mayor preguntó queriendo interactuar con la niña obviamente más linda que ella, vio sus propios vestidos eran los únicos que había tenido en su corta vida. Ya no le gustaban mucho y se sintió muy triste, aun más comparado cuando maggot-chan lloraba toda la noche cuando estaba estreñido o cuando mamá castigaba a thumb-chan con no ver el "hoyo mágico".


    - Señor hombre nos lanzará al río desu- Una voz grave y poco femenina se escuchó en otra esquina, apenas visible un Jissou adulto en otro acuario con cama, plato con agua, se negaba a usarlos, estaba de espalda en posición fetal rodeada de su propia mierda y sucia de la boca al igual que sus muñones -señor hombre le gusta, lo hace siempre, o aplasta a tus pequeñas bebés muchas muchas muchas veces desu - su voz se quebró un poco, el traumatizado gremblin, giro su abeza dejando expuesta una cabeza sin pelo con un parche liso sin pelo arrancado de su frente. Estaba calva.


    Las pequeñas se pusieron azules tan sólo de pensar morir ahogadas y de la fea apariencia del otro jissou aunque la madre fue menos coherente y prefirió burlarse con un "Depupupu~ " de la desgracia de la otra. Era fea y asquerosa.


    Marie respiro y éxhalo levantándose de su cojín elegantemente mirando al jissou calvo -Tu mientes, deberías sentirte mal, yo te ignoro ¡techi!- subió por unas escaleras y se sentó en la burbuja de plástico hasta arriba de la resbaladilla sin deslizarse, así le enseñó el señor maestro y jissou sensei aunque extrañamente cuando despertó recuerda haber sido en el piso frío de su hogar pequeño, nunca había dormido en el suelo, lo odiaba, la madre la vio con envidia mientras que su hija miraba con un tristeza a Marie cantando en su burbuja transparente.


    El jissou calvo sólo se acostó en el suelo a llorar sobre sus propias heces a lado de su cama, se negaba a usarla.


    Yo por mi parte estoy sentada en mi vuelo de regresó a mi país desde Japón con 6 criaturas exóticas y regalos para la familia.


    Al llegar apestaría terriblemente a mierda o tal vez estén unos muertos nunca se sabe con un viaje tan largo, pero oye tampoco te aseguró que todo esto sea legal, en el vuelo regreso a casa iba leyendo The Handbook of Raising Jissouseki para hacerme una idea de que decirles a mis primos.


    Cinco entró a la casa enojada e ignoro a su jissou tamaño pulgar que había despertado estaba frotando el vientre de Maggot-chan que aun no despertaba. Eran tan pequeños que el circulo donde estaban entraba la suficiente luz para dejarlos ver alrededor y calentarlos, podía oler a mamá y onee-chan cerca.


    -Maggot-chan es tan lindo rechuuun~-cantaba.
    El otro jissou tenía cosas que ella nunca y ahora tenía está casa de mierda, camas feas y los mismos vestidos que sus hijas ¡Ella era un lindo jissou! Patéo el suelo y las camas un largo rato hasta que su mente tenía había una idea.


    Su más grande jissou tenía que tener que quedar embarazada.


    Estaba nerviosa, en mi país sólo existían pocos Jissous registrados legalmente, yo tenía la ligera sospecha de que Watanabe mi contacto y "criador jissou" que apenas había conocido me había estafado.


    No había tenido contacto con estas bestias hasta la hora de mi vuelo, y sólo sabía poco de ellas antes de ir con mi familia tenía que pasar a mi departamento. En una arrugada hoja de papel con un español y ortografía muy mala, leí las cortas instrucciones.


    Contenedor con Familia:
    Madre: 18cm. Muy maternal nació hace 7 meses. Educación promedio. Limpia. Listón rosa.
    Hija mayor: 15 cm. Un poco distraida. 3 meses de edad (creo)
    Pulgar: 5cm, regordete. MUY frágil. 1 semana. Listón azul.
    Maggot: 3 cm. 1 semana.
    Contenedor con Jissou clase alta:
    ID Marie. Educacion completa. 13 cm.
    Contenedor con "Niño":
    20 cm. Robusto.Resistente a los golpes.

    Debía darles un nombre. Ok. Todos estaban esterilizados por lo tanto no podían tener bebés excepto la "Clase alta" debe referirse a la que tenía más juguetes en su caja, lo demás eran garabatos ilegibles.


    ¿¡ESO ES TODO?!
    Me habían estafado.


    Corrí tan rápido como pude fuera del aeropuerto, la gente alrededor mío se quejaban del olor nauseabundo de mi equipaje, apenas llegue a mi departamento y puse la maleta en el suelo del cuarto de lavado, que daba al patio trasero y donde estaba la cama mi perro, aun tenía que ir por él a casa de mi abuela, pero primero el principal problema.


    Abrí la maleta, el olor aumento y apenas abrí las tapas de las tres cajas al mismo tiempo fui atacada por una serie de gritos y chillidos agudos.


    - ¡Rechiii! Muy brillante - dijo el pulgar más pequeño en una esquina tapándose con su muñon, había estado llorando y temblando aun arrullando a Maggot-chan que estaba con la lengua afuera y con un color gris en los ojos. Tenemos uno muerto - Señora mujer a-ayuda mami mala techiieen~- lloro desconsolada.


    -¡¡No señora mujer, no me haga daño se lo ruego!!- lloraba otro en la tercera jaula con llorosos y lamentables DEEE~ su voz era horrible y grave, mientras protegía su cabeza, todo su alrededor estaba manchado en mierda, calvo ¡y sólo quería tomarlo de su estúpida y deforme cabeza y azotarla contra el suelo! suprimi mi instinto asesino (torture y comí unos cuantos de estos en mis dos semanas en Japón) Luego observé a la jissou clase alta que sólo me reverencio desde su burbuja de hámster ondeando su muñon desde su propio contenedor.


    ¿Pero donde estaban la madre y la adolescente? Había un rastro de mierda verde que iba a la casa de la familia jissou, levanté la casa de plástico delgado y ahí estaba el origen de todo maldito olor e infierno, entre una mezcla de sus propias heces verdes, líquido amniótico, sangre y pedazos de carne que no podía identificar estaba la adolescente, tirada muy delgada y casi echa un cadáver temblaba y lloraba nada.


    No había líquido en su cuerpo.


    -Te....teeeee- su pequeña voz de niña tocio- ..chihh no más bebés mamá por-porfavor- estaba desnuda no al borde de la muerte pero si agonizando- Te lo ruego teecgh~


    -Onee-chaan tepyaa~ - corrió la más pequeña al ver el estado en que estaba su hermana mayor, cargaba a maggot-chan, sus pequeñas lágrimas caían en su muerto rostro.Tenía rota una parte de su ropa verde, en la oreja. Y si. Era gorda y redonda pero relativamente linda, dentro su pequeña mente sólo había dolor y confusión ¿su familia era mala?


    Ok. ¿Donde estaba la pequeña bastarda madre? Detrás de las camas en la otra esquina pude ver movimiento, las camas apiladas horizontalmente en una esquina la que supone debe ser el fondo con toilet, inmediatamente las quite de un manotazo y ahi estaba la madre tratando de amamantar a un gusano y un pulgar pero se resistian a chupar los pezones verde y rojo de los cuales no salía leche, había otro gusano en el suelo azotando su cola contra el suelo, TODOS lloraban incluyendo la madre con sus voces chillonas y pequeñas, la madre se levantó con una combinación de sorpresa y espanto cuando me vio y salió del shock.


    -¡Ho-Hola señora mujer desu! - la pequeña perra actuaba como si el infierno a su alrededor no existiera estos monstruos verdes sólo saben hablar japonés y aprenden lo más básico de cualquier lenguaje; lo habia leído en un artículo científico de hace casi 10 años en internet misteriosamente casi todo lo relacionado al experimento desapareció, la madre hizo su expresión "linda"- ¿ No le gustan mis lindos hijos desu?- debajo ella cobijas humedas de heces y liquido ámniotico, levantó a la pequeña pulgar, lloraba y temblaba mirándome con su rostro azul, sus bragas llenas de mierda de su ano-vagina que aun no escurrian, tenía un moño azul lleno de mierda en su cabeza, la tome entre mis manos temblaba de miedo al no saber que pasaba, cargue a la otra que estaba con el cadáver de su hermana mayor y a los gusanos, los thumbs-chans ambas eran lindas, una con un listón azul que era obvio de la original, las puse juntas con un snack de mi perro lo suficiente blando en una caja de zapatos.


    -Rechi~?-ambas se miraron con curiosidad. Las deje conocerse. - ¡Ese es mi liston reeen!


    Y en cuanto a los gusanos que sólo gritaban.


    - Repipi~ no comida maggot triste-

    -Repeen~ gusano hambre~ -


    -Ree...reeee~ triste reee~- lloraban golpeando sus colas , los puse en un canasto de ropa junto con el cadáver de su fría familiar larva. No creo que le tomen importancia mientras exploran el nuevo lugar donde estaban.


    Quite a la jissou de buena calidad, al calvo cobarde y los lleve a las esquinas opuestas del porche que daba al jardín, habían visto un poco de la masacre y están asustados.


    -Señorita por favor salve a mi amiga~- oí decir a Marie yo sólo asentí y eso pareció calmarla.


    Saque la caja de la maleta con las últimas Jissou , el olor se había impregnado en la maleta, maldita sea. Tenía que hacer una llamada a larga distancia. Puse el celular entre mi hombro y mi oreja.


    El adefesio de la madre golpeaba el vidrio tratando de llamar mi atención- Señora humana deje explicar desuuu~ ¿Dónde están mis bebés?- daba brincos sin parar , tomé a la bastarda tan fuerte de su estómago que sus bragas explotaron con mierda salpicando las paredes de plástico , la solté cayendo en su propia inmundicia, con un "DECHA" extrañamente sus ropas parecían más ajustadas, quite a la moribunda adolescente quien sonreía a la nada imaginando quien sabe que, la puse en una toalla sobre la lavadora - Hu-huele bien Te-techuu...suave...- tal vez debería torcer su cuello, liberarla de su sufrimiento...naahh.


    Lance la caja con la madre adentro hacia el fregadero con toda mi ira contenida y abrí el grifo, empezó a caer un poco de agua en el contenedor, me asomé y la jissou comenzó a llorar sosteniendo uno de sus muñones-¡¡ORORORO!! ¡Ayúdame señora mujer! ¡Lo siento! gritaba incluso más que el calvo jissou , su brazo estaba atrapado entre su casa y la pared, al parecer estaba roto y los restos de no se que alrededor, además de las camas toda la suciedad cayó en direccion a ella aprisionandola.

    Inspeccioné.
    Recogí un vestido de color verde muy pequeño y adentro los despedazados restos de una jissou-pulgar que no pudo nacer bien, más maggot-chans desnudos, moribundos unos muy pequeños, fetos apenas, todos de diferentes tamaños, sospeche que había pasado aquí.


    Rayos, unos aun se arrastraban buscando vivir sin saber que pasaba era como ver pequeñas gomas de mascar rosas semi-parlantes.


    El agua comenzaba a llenar el contenedor apenas un centímetro, cualquier pulgar estaría feliz porque su casa se estaba volviendo una gran piscina y sería divertido, pero no, la madre jissou sospechaba algo, tocio mierda y comenzó a caminar con el brazo desprendido, empujando la basura que habían sido las camas y contenedores, sangrando caminó, el impacto no la dejaba caminar bien, había lastimado más su cuerpo, obvio arroje la jaula con enojo.


    Al otro lado en el teléfono celular alguien contestó.


    -¡¡Watanabe!! grite necesitaba ahora de este supuesto "Criador Experto Certificado Jissou" respuestas -¡Necesito respuestas ahora!- grite y me acerqué a la madre - ¡¡Y tu también si no quieres que de mate de la forma más dolorosa, idiota y pendeja jissou de mierda!!- aumente el chorro del grifo y ahora el contedor se llenaba levantando la basura en su suelo- Te ahogaras pequeña perra-


    **Pffft** se escuchó y cagó más la idiota.


    Después de un rato de hablar con Watanabe me acerqué de nuevo a la "madre".


    -Lindo jissou, ¿que quieres hoy para comer?~ - la voz de señor hombre sonaba en en el aparato brillante de la señorita -Sólo dime como te llamas~

    -¡Cinco! Dechuu~ - ladeo su cabeza y sus ojos se iluminaron y con felicidad que casi parecía haberla echo olvidar toda la mierda encima de ella y sus extremidades rotas o lastimadas- ¡Un filete señor! Jugoso y...¡No terminé , no se vaya señora mujer! Orororon- se aferraba a una de las camas tratando de flotar- ¡No saber nadar deschaa!-


    -No es ella -dijo Watanabe- Bueno, no de mi tienda. La mía se hacia llamar Mika.


    -Perfecto -dije con ironía y abrí el grifo hasta que el chorro llenaba lo bastante para que la madre falsa entrara en pánico.


    5 horas antes de aterrizar.


    Cinco busco entre su ropa interior ahí tenía una flor.
    -Jissou-chan~ - llamó y no hubo respuesta ¿Jissou-chan? ¿Desu?- Salió de su horrible casa y vio a la mayor jugando aunque separadas por la pared de plástico a la jissou de vestido bonito, ella hacia bailar su pequeño oso mientras que la adolescente la veía riendo y aplaudiendo.

    -Seamos amigas- dijo la hermosa jissou y la otra sintió mucha felicidad en su corazón.


    -¡Claro techii~ -el amor que ahora sentía era diferente al que sentía por mamá, pulgar o maggot-chan, tenía una amiga con cosas bonitas ¡tal vez algún día podría subir a la resbaladilla! sintió un tirón en su hombro- ¿Te?¿Qué sucede mamá? ¡Mira tengo una amiga techii!- grito con felicidad.


    La madre ni siquiera escucho y la arrastró a la casa, Marie se despedía de ella, llevando su oso y abranzadolo, ella quería algo así.


    -¿Qué pasa mami techi?-


    -Mira pequeña Jissou- saco la flor medio seca y se la dio- ¡Tenemos que hacer que señor hombre nos tome como sus mascotas favoritas desu!- la hermana mayor aun no entendía pero le gustaba ver la flor entre sus muñones pero estaba dispuesta a ayudar para hacer orgullosa a mamá.


    -¡Claro mamá techii!-golpeó su propio pecho con decisión mientras que su madre le bajaba las bragas- ¿¡Mamá que haces?!-Trato de subirse su bragas blancas- ¡¡No quiero hacer popo!! Teee -forcejeo cubriendo con el pudor que el maestro le había enseñado y ahora su madre ahora acercaba la hermosa flor a sus partes privadas.


    -Rechu~ ¿Que sucede?- se asomó el pulgar, había explorado y no encontraba a nadie más dejó a maggot-chan dormir más, se asustó y sus piernas temblaron, su hermana mayor estaba tirada en el suelo ¿Mamá quería quitarle sus ropas a onee-chan? ¡Eso sólo lo hacían los callejeros! De repente el estómago de su hermana se hincho.


    - ¿Teeeee?- la menor froto su estómago entre lágrimas y con un poco de líquido verde en el suelo, había tenido un accidente y no hizo caca dentro de la caja - ¿Mamá que me pasa ?-subió sus bragas y se levantó saliendo de la casa tan rápido como pudo, aun Marie estaba ahí jugando en la esquina- N-No puedo caminar techaaa~ayudame amiga techii - se sostenía ¿No podía hacer caca? se dejó caer a un lado de la hermosa jissou quien golpeaba la pared invisible preocupada por su amiga, su estómago se movía y seguía creciendo aun con pedazos de flor dentro de ella, tenía sus dos ojos verdes vio su reflejo en el contenedor- ¡No! ¡No quiero tener bebés techiii! - la sombra de su madre le daba miedo, el pulgar observaba detrás del contenedor de agua llorando y agarrando a su gusano.


    Marie corrió a su casa a buscar algo para ayudar a su amiga, el jissou calvo veía sin emoción la escena sin vida en sus ojos pero si con saliva escurriendo en su triangular boca.


    -Lo siento jissou-chan- mamá la tomo de su lindo pelo y la arrastró de vuelta a casa, primero suave - Señor hombre verá hermosos bebés ¡y nos escogerá, no a jissou mierda! desu -señaló a Marie, que salía con una espada de juguete y un casco tipo bombero, Marie saltó nunca había visto tanta violencia y había escuchado una palabra prohibida, la madre al ver sus accesorios se volvió loca de envidia, comenzó a tirar fuerte del pelo de la adolescente.


    -E-Esa es una mala palabra mamá rechi - se atrevió en su natural estupidez decir el pulgar con obesidad temblando a lo que la más grande, la pateo haciéndola caer al agua - REGRYAA...cough..cough...- tocia y salpicaba- ¡¡Ayudargh!! ¡Hermana! Maggot...RE-Resuun!!!-


    - ¡Noooo hermanita! ¡¡MI PELO!!¡¡DUELE!! TECHAA - sus bragas ahora expulsaban tanta mierda dura, del miedo, ¡tenía que limpiarse le daba pena frente su amiga! ¿Porque mamá le hacia esto?, ellos eran solo unas bebés bonitas, desesperada por ayudar a su hermanita, forcejeo con su madre y aunque un parche de su hermoso pelo fue arrancado dejándola con un rastro de sangre, pudo tirar el contenedor de agua salvando a la pequeña, aunque mojandola entre su mierda que empezaba a salir del miedo de ahogarse, su madre la lanzó de nuevo a la casa - ¡¡No les hagas daño son unos beb-!!...ouchiee mi barriga duele Teechiiu~- lloro impotente iba a ser mamá pero ella no podía.


    -Rechii..chii..- tocio el pulgar mojado pero había una sombra- Mamá ¿PORQUE? Rechaaa - dijo con pequeña y tierna voz, le daba mucho miedo la obscuridad y con la poca luz atrás su mamá daba miedo, se quitó las bragas y ofreció su ano-vagina como hacían las señoritas en la "caja mágica"- Rechuun~- pero sólo sintió un dolor en su oreja- ¡RECHUWA! Nooooo mi listón reee~- la mamá regresó a la casa no sin antes darle una patada maggot-chan quien tenía unos segundos de despertar. Estúpido maggot no sirve.


    -Refuuu~ sueño bueno, punipu...¡ahh!- su cuerpo azotó en la esquina.

    -¡Maggot-chaaan!- grito histérica la pulgar y corrió a rescatarlo.


    La hija mayor vio a su madre entrar e instintivamente protegió su panza - Duele, mucho T-Teee ~ yo no puedo tener bebés mami , no recuerdas...?- uno de sus mechones había sido arrancado y un poco de sangre manchaba su espalda no se imagino que esas pocas gotas serían el principio de su agonía, aun su corazón no asimilaba que su madre se volviera mala y quisiera lastimarla, casi eran del mismo tamaño pero mamá era fuerte y la amaba.


    -Escucha jissou-chan, tenemos que hacer que señor hombre nos escoja desu -su actitud había cambiado a una madre "comprensiva" e "inteligente", incluso limpio la frente sudorosa de su hija con un pedazo de bragas semi-limpias a pesar de que estaban a unos cuantos pasos al menos las sabanas, la niña estaba tirada en la esquina de la casa, llena de dolor- Por eso tendremos una familia grande con muchos bebés bonitos desu~


    - ¿Mis hermanas no son bonitas? Techeen?- lloro lágrimas bicolor al recordarlas. Las amaba, siempre las cargaba y abrazaba en las noches para ver a través del "hoyo magico" antes de dormir.


    -No, desu ¡Pero tu si!- estaban tardando mucho en nacer tenía que acelerar el parto antes de que llegara el humano tal vez tenía que empujarla vio su mano-muñon - Decir que onee-chan olía a mierda cuando dormias desu~ - la adolescente era escéptica aún así no podía evitar llorar mas- No llorar, tendremos casa bonita, grande , podrán jugar pequeños jissous y mamá tener un bolso bonito desu~- tendió un listón azul extrañamente familiar- ¡Este será para tú primer bebé desu!- la chica vio su estómago e imagino todo lo que su madre decía ¡tal vez si podía tenerlos! , su estómago rugia como si tuviera hambre ¡Pero eran bebés creciendo! ¡Sus bebés! En unos dias tendría unos hermosos jissous tenía mucho amor en su corazón ahora.


    -Techuuun~ Seré mamá - ¡jissou-chan era ahora una niña grande! Pensó en sus posibles nombres , levantó su vestido y vio el movimiento de muchas bolas sobre su piel, aun sentía mucho dolor - ¿E-Enserio mamá?- otra contraccion pasó, la miro con lágrimas en su rostro tanto de dolor como de felicidad- Dame tu listón quiero que mis bebés me vean bonita techi~- su madre dio un paso atrás y enseñó los dientes protegiendo el listón "¡NO! JISSOU-CHAN" le gritó, el corazón de la niña dolió ella nunca tuvo un lindo listón y dolió más aún al ver que ahora le había quitado la capucha de su vestido- ¡De! ¡¿Mamá que haces?!-


    -Tu ropa se llenara de caca desu~- tenía que verse más bonita que la jissou de pelo negro, podía tomarlas ahora y después el señor hombre les daría a todos, eran muy pobres en esta caja pequeña, la niña forcejeo cuando fue su vestido arrancado y una contracción muy fuerte la golpeó, cayó sobre su estómago y empezó a patalear violentamente estaba dando a luz.


    -¡¡TEGYAA!! - ¡aún no era tiempo! la niña saco con tanta fuerza a sus hijos, caca y líquido que salpicó toda la casa y sus accesorios - ¡¡NOO NAZCAN techaa!!- nunca escuchó el" Tettere~" sólo sonidos ahogados, y su madre caminando sobre la suciedad, se sentía muy cansada no podía dormir ahora, sus bebés la necesitababan, se giró para ver el horror, sus bebés luchando dentro de sus bolsas, unos estaban azules o desnudos, otros sólo eran miembros sin forma, alcanzó uno y lamio instintivamente la bolsa , al terminar sólo vio la ropa pequeña y una mezcla de órganos verdes y rojos, se arrodilló con el cadáver en sus manos, ella agarro otro y lo lamio, sólo eran un par de ojos, agarro otro, un maggot-chan pequeño desnudo, con los ojos cerrados sin pelo, pero un muy pequeño "re..." le dio esperanzas y lo dejó en el suelo arrastrándose no sin antes ponerle el listón demasiado grande para su cuerpo a su primer bebé -M-Mamaa ayúdame, mis bebés t-tee~- imploro cansada, agarro otra bolsa entre sus muñones, sólo para ser otro pulgar licuado, vio a su mamá recoger un pequeño bulto.


    La mamá sólo veía adentro al pequeño bebé ahogandose en su bolsa, en su mente pequeña del gusano creyó que ella era su mamá e iba a salvarlo y después frotar su vientre -¡Jissou de mierda deshaaa!- azotó al gusano desnudo el cuál reventó fuera de su bolsa materna sólo para morir del susto- ¡Todos feos y desnudos!-


    La nueva madre se quedó pálida -¡No mates a mis bebés! Orororon- la madre recién parida se arrastró hasta su madre quien los pisaba con los dientes afilados, roja y furiosa ¡No eran feos! Sólo señor hombre tenía que cuidar bien a sus pequeños, criarlos, llevarlos a una casa bonita, en su estrés y desesperación le rogó a su madre que parara de pisarlos y gritarle feos que mordió su pierna, la madre reaccionó y pateo su rostro de la ahora desnuda, miserable y llena de suciedad hermana mayor- ¡PARA! ¡Lo siento, no me pegues! Teeee - la mamá tomo al pequeño feto-gusano al primero que vio "vivo" y lo reventó en el rostro de su hija manchandola con la sangre de uno de sus hijos, su ojo se puso rojo y su estómago llenarse otra vez- ¡MI BEBÉ !¿Te?- otra vez estaba quedando embarazada-¡¡NOOO!!- cayó de espaldas soltando patadas.


    - ¡Tendrás más bebés! Desu!- Salió de la casa.

    -¡¡No me dejes sola!!- grito aguantando a sus bebés para que no salieran, nunca había sentido tanto dolor- T-TeeegYAA!!-


    **SPLAT**


    Al salir de la sala de parto-casa vio como el shit-jissou con casa bonita hablaba con el calvo y feo a través de las paredes - Depupu~ se burló y dio una vuelta guiñando el ojo - Vamos a ser las mascotas favoritas desu~- cantó y se desnudo poniéndose la ropa de su hija - el pulgar estaba cagado de miedo literalmente, oía a su hermana gritar y chillar como nunca , su ropa mojada, temblaba de frío y mamá daba miedo, estaba escondido debajo del recipiente que antes habría sido su tumba, cuando estaba llena de agua, le daba "belly rubs" a su hermanita favorita fría y dormida otra vez, su ojo colgaba y ella lo volvía a meter en el cráneo de su hermanita, no entendía que sucedía, afuera escuchaba a mamá decirle palabrotas a los otros jissou que no conocía. Era una bonita jissou ¿Porque?


    De vuelta en mi departamento.


    - Entonces la malvada jissou rosa lazo el caramelo desu~ jissou-chan ¡la inocente lo comió!- decía la madre alrededor de mi mano estaba apunto de hundirla en el contenedor lleno de agua, ella culpaba a Marie - ¡y mi pobre hija comenzó a tener bebés! Ororon- fingió llorar- Nos llevarás a mi y a mis bebés a su casa señora mujer? Desu~-


    -¿Tu le crees?-


    -Obvio no - respondió Watanabe y hundí a la bastarda mentirosa, nosotros ya sabíamos que era callejera, Watanabe mando los vídeos de seguridad de su tienda.


    Había matado a la madre original tomo su ropa y la reemplazó.


    -¿Cómo pudiste estafarme?-saque a la jissou que comenzaba morderme debajo del agua- ¡Calmate!- la arroje con un splash y ella trató de salvarse nadando a la orilla con su único brazo, el agua había lavado toda la suciedad pero ella seguía cagando una combinación de diarrea navideña ughh -¿ Como saber que no ocasionaran más problemas?-


    -¡Lo siento!- dijo Watanabe - pero no podía conseguir jissous tan especiales como TU querías en tan poco tiempo ¡son asexuados! Y difíciles de predecir desde que ahora son un producto comercial nada más -Asentí tenía razón, estas bestias ni siquiera eran mis mascotas, eran para mis primos mi tío me mando dinero, pero mi familiar era un poco idiota para saber el valor del Yen que me mando dinero de más que no podía reembolsar porque lo había gastado como turista que yo era, querían una familia educada y un niño, cambiaron de parecer cuando les mande una foto de un Jissou "macho" y para que los usaban el gran pene debió asustarlos obviamente - Aún así tienes el Kit-jissou, aun puedes salvar a la adolescente como te explique tienes todo lo necesario-


    -Ok, yo me haré cargo- tenía que limpiar todo esto y después presentarme con mi familia, observé a la jissou callejera tal vez podría darme el lujo de otra mascota.


    El kit-jissou tenía las suficientes cosas como para compensar la estafa accidental de Watanabe, pero no para aliviar el daño psicológico de la Jissou adolescente tampoco quería a la madre traicionera, pero antes de deshacerme de ella quería divertirme, si ella era un embustero entonces puede que no esté esterilizada.


    Saque un caja de plástico de unos chocolates viejos, y lo llene con una solución especial con nutrientes simples , tomé a la adolescente y la coloque con la toalla, recargue su cabeza con cuidado, era tres veces más delgada desde la última vez que le vi rociandole cloroformo, sus 15 centímetros pesaban nada en mi mano ¿Qué sabía yo acerca de los jissousekis? Nada. Sólo lo básico antes de tener la suerte de ir a Japón a escribir un artículo temporalmente, no soy un científico sólo una buena periodista y lo demás es otra historia.

    Investigue algunas cosas en Internet pero todo era publicidad, mucha información obsoleta o prohibida, productos para tu jissou, recetas...


    Los pulgares habían disfrutado el pequeño trozo de filete para perro, la gorda original aún seguía masticando un pedazo como para darse cuenta de mi presencia, comía con desesperacion, haciendo ruidos como cerdo y la otra recién nacida, observo mi rostro- Rechi!- tenía rasguños en su rostro con lagrimas, probablemente la otra reconoció su hermoso listón y se lo había quitado a la fuerza, ambas sucias de una u otra forma, mi garganta carraspeo -¡Chuwaaa!- grito con trozos de grasa en sus mejillas y se protegió detrás de la otra quien temblaba pero me veía con determinación, aparentaba no tener miedo pero el diminuto idiota estaba a un grito de cagarse o morir. Curioso. Acerqué mi mano, la gorda grito a todo pulmón, es algo que los jissou saben hacer muy bien, la otra cerraba sus ojos.


    -Pobres, pequeñas -dije con la voz más tierna que podía ambas reaccionaron igual y me vieron con sus ojos bicolor y sonreí, perfecto - Jissou mala ya no les hará daño yo las cuidaré...- ambas juntaron sus muñones llenas de esperanza esperando esa palabra que sus pequeñas mentes registraban como su máxima felicidad, estaba en su ADN como otras cosas como: guantes = peligro - como mis mascotas.


    -¡Hurra! Seré la mascota de la señora mujer y tendré muchos dulces rechi~- saltó la original y dando vueltas, la otra se acercó a mi tímidamente -Puede mi hermana favorita venir con nosotros techuaa~?- el pulgar recién nacido pregunto, la otra en su felicidad parece haberse olvidado de su gusano ¡Oh cierto los maggot-chans! - ¡Claro! Pero primero un rico baño caliente, ropa y dulces sólo esperen- ellas gritaron de excitación, incluso se abrazaron, que hipócritas, corrí al canasto y como yo temía el original ahora sólo se había vuelto el almuerzo de los dos gusanos vivos, habían absorbido con sus lenguas el cerebro de su congenere, luego masticaron su cráneo débil, llenaron sus estómagos con una mitad de gusano.


    -Pancita llena reboooh~-

    -Feliz refuuu~ - baba verde salía de sus orificios de satisfacción - Maggot-chan, rico! -


    -Ese no era un maggot era un dulce~ amm con su forma - hable con voz suave y aun así gritaron de sorpresa para luego tirarse de espaldas y empezó.


    - Vientre suave y esponjoso frotar, refuuu~- movían sus cuerpos llenos y sus pequeñas piernas cualquier, cosa que moviera o emitiera sonido pedian que los frotaran.


    - ¡ Dulce rico! Refu! ¡Mas por favor~-


    - Vientre suave y esponjoso, ¡frotar ya refu!- insistió más fuerte uno, su ano escupió más sustancia verde que salpicaba, protegi mi blusa y los tome, estas mierdas manchaban era una combinación entre aceite con cenizas de cigarro, cera, etc. En conclusión difícil de lavar, el olor variaba al igual que su forma y densidad, pero no dejaba de ser asqueroso. Cómo los jissous mismos.


    -Tengo algo mejor que frotar sus pancitas pequeños ~- ellos salivan como pequeños perros con sus pequeñas voces excitados ¡Existia algo mejor que frotar barriga! Fui al baño ya preparado, los gusanos un centímetro más pequeños que el original muerto en una mano y en la otra la caja con los pulgares, con una parte del kit, un shampoo especial, ropas de diferentes colores, una jaula con una sola cama echa de bolas de algodón para los 4 y un reproductor MP3 con "Música especial para jissou. pista12" ¿Qué?, según el instructivo anexo esa era la pista para la situación y calmar sus pequeñas y difícil de admitir, complejas mentes, les quite sus ropas naturales siendo tan falsamente tierna que no protestaron, luego estaban en el lavamanos todos juntos en un charco de agua tibia y una superficie suave (otra de mis toallas, no quiero un drama porque una larva se fue por el hoyo del drenaje) luego la reunion familiar.


    -Maggot-chaaan!- los pulgares corrieron entre lágrimas a abrazar a sus hermanas pequeñas quienes al fin obtuvieron su frotada en el vientre, era el cielo que ellos esperaban al nacer, cada vez que la señorita tomaba entre sus manos, sonidos lindos parecían recuperar sus ouchies, sus cuerpos eran frotados con gelatina que olía muy rico, ellas la miraban mientras sus pancitas, brazos y lindo cabello eran frotados, ahora me veían como un divino protector - Maestra techuuu~ - dijo el nuevo thumb-chan, el último por lavar - Te amo techun~ - froto su mejilla en mi dedo, odio que de buenas a primeras me digan eso, más estas sucias cosas, tenía tentación de ver como reaccionaban si a esté le volaba la cabeza o asfixiaba dentro de mi puño quebrando todos sus huesos , se relajó en mi mano - Muchaas cosaaas techii~ -sólo mi baño era muy fascinante para ella, potenciales cosas para jugar tal vez.


    - Nunca te dejaré sola, otra vez rechii~- decía el pulgar, si tan sólo supiera que su hermana larva original ya era mitad cadáver digerido y mitad basura, lo único que quedaba de su cuerpo eran las heces procesadas que expulsaba su reemplazo, frotaba su barriga con tanto entusiasmo a su hermanita que parecía que le estaba dando un orgasmo al bebé , salpicaba mierda con tanta fuerza, que dí un paso atras, la pequeña en mi mano vio que caía mierda en su hermanita, antes limpia pero no se atrevía a decir nada.


    - Señora mujer ¿puede bajarme techii?~- apenas la baje acudió a su hermana maggot a quitarle la mezcla de caca y agua de su boca, que buena hermana, lastima que no pueda decir lo mismo de su prima pero ahora hermana pulgar, una perra desobligada.


    - Reecorgh~ ¡No gusta caca! Refuu.-


    Coloque la nueva jaula a un costado del lavamanos -El baño a terminado vamos a ponerles unas lindas ropas nuevas y...- *prrrrt* estas cosas aman la ropa demasiado, apenas se las mostré volvieron a ensuciar de emoción el agua con su cagada verde ,incluso la obesa que era "domesticada" ¡mala idea hijos de perra!, estreche mi mirada estaban encabronandome en exceso, abrí la llave de agua fría al máximo, en un chorro las moje ahora sin cariño.
    Sus chirridos de felicidad y saltos, fueron interrumpidos abruptamente por gotas frías.


    -¡Repyooo! fría! No gusta!-

    - ¡Hermana ayuda! Reglubglub-


    Gritaron las larvas mientras giraban en su propio eje por la fuerza del agua, tragaban agua confundidas, las niñas las tomaron lejos del chorro mirándome pero el agua estaba helada y apenas podían hablar sin castañear sus dientes.

    - No hagan mas mierda - dije entre dientes. Apague el maldito MP3 era estúpido de todas formas.


    -¡S-S-Señora mujer detenga el agua! T-T-Teee - el nivel y temperatura del agua cambio y los gusanos comenzaban a tragar agua, la gorda hizo lo que mejor hacia: gritar chillonamente, los jissous cuando están sufriendo por el dolor su voz se vuelve gutural, rota y grave, ella daba unos chillidos tan agudos y exageradamente desesperados.


    -¡Les dije aguanten hacer caca!- me puse al nivel de los desgraciados tan rápido que titubearon mientras cargaban a sus maggot-chans lejos del chorro de agua y de la que se formaba alrededor de ellos, las paredes lejos de la toalla las hacia resbalar - Tienes que decir "POR FAVOR"- dije en mi idioma, mi rostro se veia intimidante y sus corazones se aceleraban apretaban sus estómagos para no cagar - Les di un lindo hogar ¿y ustedes no pueden decir "Por favor" o gracias? Tal vez no merezcan estó, debería tirarlo - señale la pequeña jaula para mascotas ellas realmente no corrían mucho riesgo la toalla sólo detenia un poco el flujo del agua, pero esas palabras habían llenado de pánico sus cuerpos aun más perderían ese paraiso - Así que "¿Porfavor"?-


    - P-Porque señora mujer? ¿No nos amas nunca ? Teeee- su mente era tan estúpida que sólo pensó en eso.


    -¡Porafor! ¡Refeee!- repitieron las larvas agitando sus lenguas hacia mi preocupadas por la conmoción retorciendo su cuerpo de izquierda a derecha.


    -¡Wow! Que suerte tienen -cambie la temperatura y presión del grifo- Tenemos ganadores ~- dije con real falsedad- desde ahora por no aguantarse hacer caca ustedes deben bañarse solas y ayudar a su hermanitas, recuerden que yo fui quien los protegió de mala jissou- entre lágrimas estaban haciendo lo que les ordene calentando sus miembros con el agua nuevamente tibia, todo en silencio, los puse en al barra después que volvieron a bañarse- Estos son sus nuevos dueños- mostré la única foto de mis primos a las bestias, una tocó con su muñon la pantalla de mi celular sonrió al ver a los "pequeños señores hombre"- NO tocar- el pulgar dio un pasó atrás cerró sus piernas reprimiendo sacar sus heces ¡Al fin un poco de progreso! Era necesario si era demasiado suave con ellas, se volverían remilgosas, egoístas y sucias - Antes de ir con ellos dormiran aquí -señale la pequeña casa- dormiran y despertaran con jissou onee-chan y jissou sensei quien los guiarán con ellos- el aire comenzaba a secar sus cuerpos no planeaba perder más toallas limpias - Ahí tienen sus nuevas ropas bonitas, una pelota y un poco de comida...- antes de que terminará los pulgares corrieron en frenesí por la vista de ropa caliente dejaban atrás a las larvas que con su motricidad lenta se quedaban atras- ¡Aún no he terminado!- azote mi brazo cortando su camino al pequeño paraíso, el maggot de Aka chubby chorreo popo líquida casi a un centímetro de alto, cerré mi puño y el pulgar le fruncio el ceño mirándola con enojo "estupida hermana rechaa~!" supuse que pensó- Limpias el agujero de maggot-chan antes de vestirte -acerqué un cuadro de papel higiénico- limpiaran siempre que maggot-chan haga popo ¿entendido?- la gorda asintió de mala gana, ambas comenzaban a temblar, querían ropa caliente su cuerpo abrazando a sus hermanas bebés no transmitía mucho calor pero señora mujer no les permitía el paso - Perfecto, no quieren ouchies de señora mujer ¿Verdad? - ellas negaron- Habrá dulces si hacen bien lo que les dije~ - sus lágrimas eran contenidas en felicidad por la promesa de su debilidad, les di acceso y con paso cauteloso pero rapido cargando a maggot-chan hicieron lo que les dije, los gusanos fueron los primeros en entrar a su calcetines, luego las niñas entraron llenas de felicidad a sus nuevos vestidos y las acerqué al espejo de pared, ellas modelaban y giraban con un " Yo bonita techuu~" o "Gracias señora techii~" - Vamos ahora todos a dormir - saque una caja de colaciones y las agite llamando su atención, obedientes pero ya salivando se acomodaron en su cama les di 4 mitades de dulce el cuál devoraban, los recién nacidos bufan en felicidad de su primer dulce.


    - Mmph~ Dulce bueno Befuu~--

    *chomp* Mmm rico rechii! Dar más-


    Aún tenía que ocuparme de los otros dos jissou en mi cuarto de lavado - Señora mujer tiene que ir algunas cosas, compórtense como buenas niñas no tardare, hagan popo en este plato - Puse un poco de papel higiénico a un lado ellas asistieron, los gusanos me veían felices con sus minúsculos ojos entrecerrados y les di rápidos "belly rubs" ahora me aman lo se, después cerré su nueva jaula, me quede en el marco de la puerta fuera de su vista, espiandolas por cualquier comportamiento irregular, estaba a punto de irme cuando vi a la jissou con sobrepeso cargar a maggot-chan detrás de la casa, mi primer pensamiento fue canibalismo pero no, la larva aun tenía parte de su dulce en la boca, con el reflejo del espejo pude espiar sin que se dieran cuenta y vi como la hermana mayor le quitaba su dulce a su hermanita quien con sus débiles mandíbulas se negaba a dejarlo, con un tirón arrancó su comida deliciosa.


    -Repyo? Nooo~ maggot dulce repyaaa - lágrimas gruesas salieron e hizo puchero - regresar refuuu - el pulgar de listón azul se apresuró a cortar del dulce una parte más pequeña, desproporcionada, la pequeña mente de la larva lo aceptó y se volvió calmar aunque con menos dulce del que le correspondía , ella ya había terminado el suyo apenas se lo había dado antes ¡ Y ahora fue a robarle a escondidas! pequeños avariciosos- Yummy~ refu-


    - ¡Te veo, suelta el dulce!- todas saltaron, gire hacia mi la jaula para encarar a la aprovechada jissou, estaba petrificada al ser atrapada, la otra se asomó - No debes quitarle a tus hermanas lo que no es tuyo.


    - S-Señora mujer r-regreso- trató de disimular - Jissou-chan no sabe que habla techii- inclinó su cabeza queriendo hacer una impresión linda pero no eso nunca funciona.


    -¿ Que pasar techi? -dijo la otra ante la conmoción con el gusano en sus brazos feliz emitiendo pequeños gritos sólo por vivir - ¿Porque hermana temblando?- esta jissou era extrañamente más bondadosa, eso es malo porque son los primeros en morir en las calles a manos de otros jissous, pero por ahora era la que mejor se comportaba.


    -¡ Yo no hacer nada! Tee...Teeee - limpiaba sus lágrimas y mocos con sus muñones- ¡Señora mujer mentirosa! Chieeeeen-


    -Oh nada sólo voy a enseñarle a tu hermanita una pequeña leccion por mentirme - le di una sonrisa y metí mi mano para tomar a la idiota rompe huevos, me asegure que todos pudieran tener una buena vista- Los jissou que roben comida de sus hermanas - levanté el vestido nuevo de la gorda - y que ensucian sus panties...-


    - ¿Cómo señora verme ? teee...teee - me interrumpió, oh no, no hagas eso que tu vida pende de un hilo y mi puño pensé, vi mi jabón líquido de los Avengers- ¿¡COMO TECHI!?-


    -¡Porque tengo malditos poderes, así pude verte pendeja! Con mis poderes...- pensé un momento en japonés - ¡magicos! ~ - recordé que estas cosas amaban las magic girls y las idols aunque me sentí estúpida al decirlo pero funcionó para calmar sus constantes ataques de nervios- ¡Así que no pueden mentir porque lo sabré!- quite la toalla y acerqué a la pulgar asustada al agujero del lavamanos como vi que su cuerpo redondo ajustaba sin que corriera peligro de caer por el drenaje metí su cabeza como un tapón dejando sus piernas-muñones al aire al igual que sus bragas con rastro verde, sus hermanas con rostros azules no podían oír sus gritos pero yo si y no pude evitar sonreir.


    - ¡ Apesta, techiaaaa!- soltaba patadas y su cabeza dolía en esa posición sus brazos solo alcanzaban a tocar la superficie babosa del caño - ¡Negro, ayuda techiii!- sus hermanas veían impotentes y espantadas. Yo disfrutaba aunque no se compara a torturar realmente a estos goblins hasta la médula. Hacerlos sufrir.


    - ¿Tu le robaste a maggot-chan su dulce? Si lo admites y dices las palabras mágicas te sacaré del hoyo mágico del castigo -


    -¡NOOO! Maggot-chan darme techaaaa- gritaba por ayuda a sus hermanas, este no era el hoyo mágico al que estaba acostumbrada sólo se escuchaba un eco cavernoso, otra cosa para odiar jissous: pensar que los humanos son ingenuos-¡¡P-Por favor!! Techaaa- nada paso tal vez la señorita se había ido - PorfavorPorfavorPorfavor Teeeeee - desesperanzada suspiro para luego sentir como yo tiraba de su vestido y la ponía a un lado de sus hermanas di unas palmadas suaves en su cabeza y le vi con falso cariño- ¿Te-Techii?-


    - ¿Ves? - todas parecían ahora entender el significado del castigo- Ahora di " Lo siento maggot-chan por robar tu dulce y....-


    - L-Lo siento maggot-chan p-por robar dulce...techii- repitió entrecortada aun le costaba aceptar su error estaba más preocupada por las manchas en su vestido, comenzó a caminar de regreso a la jaula a lavarse y no hacer enojar más a la señora mujer.


    - ¡AUN no he terminado!- se congeló donde estaba, el subir y bajar mi voz de un tono rudo a uno suave los desconcertaba, continúe -... y fui jissou de mierda no tendré dulce hoy en la cena" ¡DILO!- las últimas palabras helaron a todos, negarles dulce era como amenazar sus vidas si comparamos sus reacciones, sus angustiados ojos mostraban que no quería hacerlo.


    - y fui jissou de mi-mierd- volteo a verme con esperanzas de no obligarla a hacerlo pero fue en vano a veces el silencio y una mirada fría podían provocar el mismo miedo- mierda y no du-dulce para cena - se dejó caer humillada frente a sus hermanas muy triste hipo y lloro- Chiiieeeen-


    -Perfecto- estreche mis manos satisfecha, llene un recipiente con agua y puse la barra de jabón a un lado- Lava toda la caca de tu ropa y después entraras a jugar con tus hermanas- abrí la jaula los gusanos habían perdido interés y jugaban con la pelota de plástico empujando con su rostros infantiles.


    Camine al cuarto de lavado satisfecha escuchando a la resignada jissou gordo a lo lejos ; las cosas se habían calmado aquí, pude ver a las jissous inconscientes, la adolescente parecía haber recuperado un poco de peso se curó hundida en solución de nutrientes de leche materna jissou "uggh que asco" y la impostora reposaba en el piso del acuario, el cansancio de mantenerse a flote y el dolor la desmayo pero viva, yo había tirado el agua, aun tenía planes con ella, tome una tabla perforada para circuitos, la puse sobre el mismo y antes de que me diera cuenta había despertado, antes de que comenzará a gritar y pedir ayuda tape su maldita boca triangular con mi palma y con unos pedazos de alambre de cobre la asegure de sus 3 miembros sanos, sólo su cuello quedó libre, tiré sus patines sucias a la basura poniendo un balde debajo suyo para que no encunciara, retorcia su cuerpo infructuosamente y sus gritos eran ahogados en cinta adhesiva ahora, la moví a la cubierta de mi lavadora al puro estilo mesa de disección, la coloque a un lado de la adolescente para que pudiera verla bien.


    -¡ Tu hiciste esto y te haré pagar por joder mi maleta, mi tiempo y dinero!- coloqué todo lo que pudiera permitirme lastimar a la bolsa de mierda que era su existencia, entre ellas colorante rojo, pegamento, gas pimienta, un taladro y clavos, apenas vio el encendedor y tijeras derramó toda la carga en el balde y se movió más frenéticamente entre pedos - ¿Oh reconoces estos? Eso rectifica que eres una callejera sucia y fea que sólo merece dolor...-conecte el taladro he hizo un ruido que la alteró más - ¿Que hiciste con Mika-chan y a su hija? si vuelves a mentir juro que haré tantos hoyos en tu cuerpo que...-


    Ding-Dong Ding-Dong Ding-Dong


    ¿Ese es el timbre de la casa? ¡Joder! ¿Porque ahora? Limpié mis manos del olor, mi visita era impensable y extraña que el -Señor Ono, hola - el criador de mi Shiba inu al que aun continuaba pagándole, era un pura raza valía la pena - ¿A que debo su visita?-


    - Señorita Rojas-San- me dijo y si, era de descendencia japonesa- lamento que no recibí su pago electrónico y necesito el dinero, lamento molestar es tarde.


    - ¡Lo lamento!- Lo hice pasar para no ser descortes- ¿Se le ofrece un poco de de té? Permítame ir por mi chequera- mientras más rápido se vaya mejor y regresar a mis asuntos.


    - ¡¡¡YO MATARTEEE DECHAAAAA!!!- ambos nos quedamos congelados en la sala de estar.


    - Jajaja deben ser los gatos del vecino siempre se meten ¡deme un segundo! - nerviosa corrí de vuelta al cuarto de lavabo el Sr Ono tal vez piensa que tengo a una niña humana cautiva la escena era la siguiente: la adolescente se había levantado de su coma y ahora lloraba en la tina desnuda aún débil, confundida de no saber saber que pasaba y la madre gritaba hacia ella - ¿Qué diablos haces? -dije entre dientes volví a amordazar a la madre ahora dando tres vueltas de la cinta en su estúpida cabeza quería que le apretara hasta dolerle, luego solté varias satisfactorias bofetadas en su rostro una seguida de la otra , con sus mejillas rojas que debían quemarle como el infierno me alegro, sus gritos eran callados por la cinta transparente incluso un hilo de sangre salió de su nariz y boca tal vez rompí unos cuantos dientes oops, la perra pujaba con gritos guturales silenciados, nuevamente muda tome con delicadeza el contenedor con la menor - ¿Estás bien pequeña jissou-chan?-


    - Sniff Señora mujer techiii -sollozó débilmente dentro de la piscina de leche - ¿Qué pasa, estoy en su casa? - trató de levantarse- Mama me hizo daño ahora decirme cosas feas techii- esta jissou era muy infantil para su tamaño e ingenua , tenía un sólo mechones de pelo aún estaba demasiado débil y triste como para levantarse, su barriga dolía junto con sus partes íntimas -¿Porque? Techii -


    Puse mi rostro de "Lamento tu pérdida aunque no lo conocí así que no me importa" - Ella no es tu madre ¿Que te hizo?- hice una trenza en su único mechón de pelo en la nuca para ganarme su confianza y apaciguar sus emociones ella ronroneo un poco, sujete con una pinza de ropa su peinado -Listo~ ahora cuéntame.


    - Ella hacerme tener bebés~ tegyaa una y otra vez - volteo a ver a la jissou inmovilizado mientras acariciaba su peinado- Pedí que parara, no escuchaba ¿Qué hiciste con mi mami techiii ?- el recuerdo de sus hijos aplastados la hizo llorar más.


    - La mató, debemos hacerle pagar por lo que hizo- desconsolada por saber el destino de su madre me vio con curiosidad - A ella y a tus bebés ¡Le daremos una paliza! Tendrá bebés y les haremos lo mismo ¿Qué te parece jissou-chan?- dije con malicia y emoción.


    - Si, señora mujer ¡techi!¡ Hágalo! - wow la sed de venganza incluso la dejó pararse sobre sus muñones- ¡Yo pisar bebés de mamá mierda techii!-


    - ¿Qué sucede aquí?-


    - Señor Ono-San ¡no es lo que parece!- el anciano sigiloso se acercó a los humanoides ¿Y si era un miembro de PETA? el ama los perros, rayos ¿Como explicar esto?


    -¿Son estos jissous?- dijo con su acento oriental pero no parecía perturbado incluso parecía emocionado- ¡Hace tanto que no veía uno! ¿Ya son legales?- negué con la cabeza - Jesús la última vez que vi algo de ellos era una un masaje antiestrés metiéndote a una tina con miles de gusanos ¿Podrías creerlo? - era la primera vez que lo escuchaba hablar tanto era reservado propio de su cultura eso creo - Pero disculpe la pregunta ¿Qué pasó Rojas-San?-


    - Ammm eran regalos y está jissou intentó matarlos al saber que serían mascotas al parecer- jugué a ser ingenua tal vez no le gustan los abusadores de jissou- y pensé que podía hacerla confesar pero me mordió y todo se descontrolo, solo quiero ver si queda embarazada, la kojissou está esterilizada y tal vez tenga que reemplazar a la madre-


    - Mmm entiendo tu punto - se quedó pensativo unos momentos, dejó de acariciar la cabeza de las más pequeña que era feliz por unos instantes ajena a la plática, dio unos pasos hacia la inmovilizada ex-madre e inserto su dedo índice dentro ella, por unos momentos pensé que tal vez el señor Ono era en realidad el verdadero pervertido, pero más bien parecía que buscaba algo -Podemos hacerla parir un jissou grande- mis ojos se abrieron.


    - ¿Enserio? ¿Un parto de uno sólo?


    -¿ Porque mala mama feliz techii?- la jissou adulto volvió a despertar, bufaba sonrojada en placer, que asco sentí náuseas, tal vez dentro de su mente este señor hombre quería hacerle cariños, sudaba y gemia ¡Ughhhh! - ¡Ella gusta, castigarla techaa!- grito indignada la adolescente, tal vez yo debería protegerme ahora del señor Ono, de repente la jissou al borde del clímax ahora estaba en shock y soltó un grito ahogado pero ahora de dolor, burbujas de sangre se filtraban en la cinta adhesiva, el señor Ono había echo algo ¿ Su cristal tal vez?


    -¡Listo! Con eso debe bastar - pasó a lavarse las manos como un médico después de una cirugía - rompí las suficientes membranas para que crezca un jissou mediano , con mi uña lo rompí como ¿Como lo llaman? ¡chorizo! - dijo con su acento.


    - ¿Usted la embarazo?-


    - ¿Qué? Rayos ¡No! Estas cosas no merecen placer menos un orgasmo sólo hice un espacio extra- que incómodo hablar estas cosas con un hombre de mediana edad que apenas conoces pero saber que el detestaba a los jissous aliviaba mi alma de abusador - Toma el colorante verde y deja que se forme lo suficiente unas cuantas horas después obligala a dar a luz - el elegantemente se dirigió a la salida antes de que se fuera me hizo una oferta.


    Momentos después.


    Toda la deuda que tenía que pagar de mi Shiba estaban perdonada sólo si entregaba a la madre después de dar a luz ¡acepte sin pensarlo dos veces!
    Suture el brazo herido de la impostora y saque a la jissou de su baño curativo - Señora mujer, no castiga mala jissou techii ~- ignore su sádica impaciencia yo mandaba mensajes de texto a Watanabe mientras esperaba que la madre gestara y mi comida china - ¿Qué sucede ? darle ouchies techi!! -basto con una mancha de mierda en su ojo rojo para que su estómago creciera mientras que la recuperada menor al verme pasar gritaba y jodia mi paciencia - Hambre, techiii~- corte el vestido para dejar crecer a la cria en la madre desmayada por tercera ocasión, con pegamento puse el moño en su oreja como un morboso recuerdo de su vida pasada- ¡Cargamé techii!-


    -¿Podrías callarte? - le dije impaciente de su voz y le arroje en el rostro ropa nueva - ¡Felicidades! Te salvaste de la muerte - dije sarcasticamente - Ahora callate y deja de hablar como idiota- se vistió y durante casi media hora estuvo bailando y adorando su nuevo vestido dando brincos delicados se acercó a mi tratando de parecer inocente.


    - Señora mujer, comida ahora por favor , hambrienta techuun~-


    -No me importa- corte la cinta de la boca de la madre y restos de dientes cayeron- Hahaha te di unas buenas cachetadas- tomé en mi dedo un poco de su sangre y deje una gota caer en el ojo verde -Hora del show-


    - ¡P-Pero soy tu mascota techii!- grito a todo pulmón, enfurecida la mire, dio un paso atrás el acto de mártir parecía funcionar- ¿Porque señora mujer no me obedece techi?- lágrimas se asomaban en sus ojos.


    - ¡Mal! No tengo que obedecerte, yo ya tengo una mascota además- me acerqué a unos centímetros hacia ella -Yo salve tu miserable vida tal vez necesites una lección como tus hermanas-


    - ¿Her-Hermanas bien t-techi?- de repente mi figura era imponente frente a ella- No lastimara a una jissou bonita como yo verdad? teeee~- antes de que la tomara en mi palma ocurrió.


    -Tettere~
    -Tettere~
    -Tettere~


    Acerqué conmigo a la sádica y exigente jissou para que pudiera ver, la bandeja sólo contenía aproximadamente 10 pequeños gusanos de 2cm aproximadamenteantes, antes de que comenzarán a comerse entre ellos y pedir frote de barrigas, cogí unos dulces y los triture en mi mano pedazos pequeños.


    - Comida llueve refuuu-
    - Yummy~ Refu~-
    - Huelo a mami refuu~-


    Dejando que cada larva recolectara su pedazo de felicidad cambie la bandeja y deje el lote de gusanos en un lugar seguro después me encargaría de ellos ¿Qué pasó con la adolescente?


    -¡¡MU-MUY GRANDE DEGYAAAaaAAa!!- casi me quedo sorda del grito, un nuevo dolor la despertó, como un parto normal un jissou salía lentamente y no era agradable a la vista -DECHA Fuu FUU FUUU!!! - pujaba la madre venas de su frente sobresalían.


    - Ughh tu querías verla sufrir - acerqué a la adolescente quien al principio daba pasos cautelosos a su abusadora, al ver que no podía liberarse, la joven comenzó a patear la con ganas la comida china arribó - Yo checare a tus hermanas disfrútalo, nadan de golpes en el vientre - ¿Que tanto daño podía hacerle? pague mi cena y fui de vuelta al baño todos los jissou ahí estaban dormidos y abrazados agotados de jugar tal vez, rápido tome la cama en que dormían y fui hacia donde estaba Marie la jissou clase alta.


    -Tepupu~ mamá falsa desnuda y FEA - Se burló la adolescente después de usar a la madre como saco de box, la adulta estaba más concentrada en dar a luz, su cuerpo de un puerco humanoide expulsaba un bebé sólo unos cuantos centímetros más pequeño que su propio cuerpo, los líquidos de su cuerpo eran drenados por el embarazo no deseado, su piel se secaba y adelgazaba - ¿Porque mataste a mama? Era bonita, buena conmigo y mis hermanitas...-


    - IIIhhh!!! TU MAMA MENTIRME DEsu!- era su primer embarazo - TU MIERDA COMO ELLA DESHAA blerghhh!!- el bebé jissou empujó sus pulmones y estómago en un último intentó de salir de su útero haciéndola vomitar *splat* entre heces salió el enorme jissou, su vientre quedó flacido y colgante de tanto estirarse ahora sólo quería dormir pero otro dolor estaba ahí pero ahora en su nuca- ¡ESTUPIDA JISSOU DESHA!


    - ¡Mami era buena techii! Grrr - tiró del cabello de la madre inmovilizada que sólo azotaba su cabeza contra la tabla de circuitos, primero las coletas y después el mechón de su frente, al verla calva y enojada se burló a unos centímetros de su rostro - Tepupu~ - la sádica adolescente disfrutaba, busco alrededor y ahí estaba un palo brillante lo colocó entre sus muñones- ¡Yo pisar ahora tus bebés techa!- la punta del palo frío y picudo se hundió en la carne suave.
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    En el porche.


    - Hola señora mujer techi- corrió más cerca de mi - Mi nombre es...-


    - Se como te llamas gracias, pero ahora quiero que me ayudes- dije poco impresionada de su educada formación - ¿Aún recuerdas lo que aprendiste en la academia?-
    - ¡Si techi! - emocionada de cumplir su primer deber como mascota hizo su mejor impresión - ¿Qué necesita señora ? Marie sabe leer, contar hasta 30, dibujar, limpiar...-


    - ¡Perfecto!- sin ganas de escuchar su currículum deposite la caja con 4 jissous ella se acercó a la orilla de la misma donde sobre una cama de algodón dormían con pequeños ronquidos - Sabes cuidar bebés ¿no es asi? -


    - ¡Si señora techi!- ella en orden entró a su hogar, saco toallas desechables, una vajilla de plástico, una mesa e incluso unos cuantos juguetes e hizo espacio a su alrededor - Estoy lista, ¿lo hice bien techun~ ?- frote su pulcro cabello en realidad era de muy buena calidad sus facciones eran bonitas y delicadas incluso su voz era linda. Los jissou clase alta son perfectos para torturar por su delicadeza, vergüenza y poca exposición a la violencia.


    - Eso aun no se, esperemos a que estos bebés despierten ¡Creo en ti! - deje un trozo de pollo agridulce aun caliente para que pudiera alimentarlos después, yo sonreí - Si Marie hace buen trabajo cuidandolos tendrá doble dulce de postre~- ella asintió con sus ojos brillantes y expresivos - Ok, no tomara mucho tiempo guarda un poco de comida para tu amiga voy a traerla de vuelta - Marie no podía creer que volvería a verla estaba muy feliz.


    En cuanto al jissou calvo al otro lado del porche bueno, estaba tan roto por dentro que parecía sudar tristeza y resignación, no hablaba o se movía mucho - Rayos que miserable- le arroje un pedazo de brócoli, este rebotó en su cabeza y el tardo en reaccionar al verlo. - ¡Vaya que eres una cascara vacía!- comencé a reír y regresé a mi asunto con cierto regocijo.


    - Comida desu~ -


    De vuelta al cuarto de lavado escuche una conmoción - Te..te - sonaba una voz exhausta tomando aire -TEEEE! TU FEA JISSOU! TOMA ESTO TECHA!!!- vi como la joven tomando impulso apuñalando con un clavo la carne suave de la madre recién parida, el proceso parecía haberse repetido varias veces desde que me fui, incluso la madre estaba calva pero no gritaba como puerco en matadero, estaba en shock, no me conviene que este muerta para el señor Ono, con un isótopo puse solución de leche materna en las heridas parecía haber perdido sangre - ¡No ayudarla, techi! GRRRR- la joven protestó su rostro manchado en sangre, creo que ahora está realmente estéril, no quería distraerme así que la ignore, ella no lo tomó muy bien y hundió el clavo ahora en el estómago sangre bicolor salpica mi blusa.

    - ¡Hey para eso ya!- la tome de su oreja y la regrese al acuario de plástico barato del que había venido, ella protestó y golpeó las paredes lejos de mi vista , después de suturar la herida de la madre la metí en una caja vieja de la que no pudiera escapar y decidí dormirla hasta el día siguiente con un poco de cloroformo ¡Rayos! Ojalá el señor Ono no le moleste, la madre estaba como queso cheddar, la estabilice y revise en la bandeja y ahí estaba ¡Mi salvación! Una niña de unos 10 centímetros un éxito al parecer, ahí sentada apenas levantó la mirada me saludó con un - Señora mujer techuu~ - Fue feliz de verme parpadeo - Donde esta mama?- y sonrió levantándose lento, me puse unos guantes, la puse entre mis manos, salí para darle una rápida ducha , con mi voz dulce hice que se quitará la ropa, inspeccione con cuidado su rostro húmedo de líquidos y mierda aunque no parecía molestarle para un recién nacido su ingenuo cerebro procesa el mundo lleno de amor y color rosa - ¿Le parezco linda techu~? ¿ Dónde están mis ropas techii?- estaban en mi bolsillo.


    Cambio de planes - Si pequeña lo eres, tu nombre es Usagi- este nombre era conocido en la familia jissou original Watanabe dijo qué ellas podían ver la televisión desde un hoyo en la pared que el nunca notó, Usagi salto y ronroneo muy feliz no parecía ruidosa, y era estable psicológicamente no como la madre-sadica-andolescente, hasta el momento no se había cagado o asutado, su boca estaba bien formada y su sonrisa era encantadora algo raro del cachorro de un jissou callejero, su madre antes de volverse calva y un saco blando horrible no era tan desagradable a la vista en un principio, pero cuando un jissou da a luz con tanto estrés a su alrededor por lo general los bebés morían dentro del vientre, aplastados entre los mismos órganos de su madre en un frenesí nauseabundo o con deformaciones, está se salvó de ser menos fea aunque la más bonita hasta el momento era Marie, puse una gota de crema para manos para entretenerla- Frota esto en tu cuerpo voy a ir por otra ropa bonita ¿ok? - la deje sentada en la barra de baño.


    - Cosa blanca oler bien techiii- ronroneo mientras aplicaba obediente ante la promesa de ropa su voz me gustaba - ¡Claro señorita techuun~ !- su mente ahora estaba concentrada en hacerme feliz.


    - ¿Porque señorita dejarme aquí? ¡Te! - azotó su pie me daba la espalda haciendo un berrinche -¿Mataste mala jissou ? DAME maggot-chans techi- había manchas de caca recientes alrededor de la jaula, bueno su ADN replicó para ser un "hijo de puta sadico mal agradecido" - Yo pisarlos ¡Huelo comida, darme Te! - Se giró para verme no muy feliz , yo estaba iracunda no se si son las feromonas en el airé pero estaba haciendo un esfuerzo titánico por no aplastarla - ¡Mentirme techi!- sonreí de lado y me incline hacia ella, vamos a divertirnos.Me dio un tic en el ojo.


    - ¡Oh no! Mira tu vestido está sucio, voy a lavarlo por ti- la niña dudo y dio un paso atrás ella sabe que podía ser peligrosa, pero su mente pequeña no pudo seguir más la lógica de que era ahora su mascota y no corría peligro.


    - ¡Bueno, pero darme otra ropa te!- comenzó a desnudarse ya ni siquiera se refería a mi como "Señora mujer"


    - Oh lo siento pero sólo tengo este viejo vestido tuyo, incluso recupere tus zapatos...- saque de mi bolsillo la ropa vieja de Usagi con su verde estándar -¿Lo quieres? - con mi voz venenosa iba ver que tan educada seguía siendo lo pensó un momento y negó con la cabeza.


    - ¡No feas techii! lavar ropas bonitas, yo esperar pero RAPIDO techii hace frio!-


    - Claro disculpa , te parece un masaje después? - ella asintió firme, viéndome como si valiera nada, pequeña idiota pensé con malicia, claro que le daria un masaje - Usagi~ mira tus nuevas ropas- después de dejarla ser feliz frente al espejo mientras yo terminaba mi cena, la coloque en mi mano y fuimos hacia el cuarto de lavado.

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    - ¿ A donde vamos señora mujer techii? - preguntó inocente podía olfatear otro jissous alrededor tal vez era su familia , y de repente frente a ella había un jissou pero desnudo, el primero que conocía, con pelo trenzado, ambas me vieron confundidas.


    - Cambie de parecer - comencé a acariciar el cabello de Usagi con mi dedo - Tomaré a esta jissou como mi mascota - la desnuda se pasmo por la noticia - Usagi es más linda~ - furiosa estaba y a punto de explotar, no sólo le habían arrebatado sus ropas incluso su rival se llamaba igual que su idol-jissou favorito que aparecía en la caja magica- Y cuidara mejor a tus bebés-


    - Mis bebés e-estar vivos te?- eso relajó su un poco su corazón yo asentí, enseñe mis 3 dedos los jissou entienden el simbolo y luego le di un beso a Usagi en su muñon está se sonrojo pensando que había ganado mi corazón y yo tenía que lavar mis labios - ¡¡Entregame a mis bebés techaa!! ¡Ella no cuidarlos, son MÍOS!- su instinto maternal y mi afecto hacia la jissou que tenía su vestido, fue la mecha final de su furia no sabía que era peor, mi traición o que otro jissou cuidara de sus hijos sobrevivientes, azotó su cuerpo contra la pared transparente infructuoso tratando de atacar a mi nueva mascota-¡¡Mujer mierda techaaa!!- mostró sus dientes y gruño.


    - ¡Ayuda señorita techi!- corrió la otra y la acomode entre mi pecho - ¿Qué sucede techii? - Se sujeto de la orilla de mi blusa ahora la adolescente golpeaba todo costado de la pecera corriendo de un lado a otro sin control enfurecida por no encontrar salida o poder escalar.


    - Nada, esta mala jissou mató a sus bebés, ven vayamos a tu hogar, con tu nueva familia- recalque las últimas palabras que cayeron como agujas en el corazón de la madre joven quien se arrodilló a llorar en gritos similares a los de su otra hermana sobreviviente sólo que estos si sonaban a auténtico sfrimiento y dolor-"Orororon mis bebés" música para mis oídos.


    Moví la jaula de Marie a mi habitación en mi buró a un lado de la ventana para ventilar el imposible olor, todos despiertos reforzaron la idea de mi "magia" puse en medio del acuario a Usagi - Les presento Usagi onee-chan~ - los pulgares se acercaron con sus gusanos curiosos era una reunión nivel teletubbie tomando en cuenta la ropa multicolor y la plática mongolica e idiota- ¿Te han dado problemas Marie? - ella negó - Buena niña, nalgadas si es necesario - acaricie rápido su cabeza, y le entregue los dos dulces que había prometido y fue en dirección al nuevo integrante de la familia.


    - Estoy feliz de conocerte techii-
    - ¿Te? -
    -¿ Amigas techii?- ella entregó uno de sus dulces de recompensa.
    - Si, techi! Amigas!-
    - Hermana oler bien refuu~ punipuni-


    Estaba en mi cocina preparando el último espectáculo antes de ir a dormir, un tupperware de color rojo semi-transparente angosto pero alto , un par de toallas desechables limpias y el lote de gusanos. Agarre al la jissou de su única coleta - Hora de tomar tu masaje- entre gruñidos e insultos la metí en el tupper, comencé a grabar con mi celuar - Di Hola jissou-chan- la pequeña imbécil obedecio confundida - Esto sucede cuando no obedecen e insultan a señora mujer - hable a la cámara y deje caer los diez gusanos del primer nacimiento de la madre asesina - Un amigo me dio está idea disfrutenlo~-


    -Porque caer refuuu~-
    -Hermana estar aqui refii~-
    - Punipuni ¿re? Ouchiee -
    - Regyoooo - exhalo el gusano que quedó hasta el fondo el peso de sus hermanas aplastaba sus pulmones.
    - Maggot-chan sentir maaal repeeeen-
    - Vientre doler rehiiiiii-
    - Owie mamá ayuda repi~


    La joven madre observó consternada los gusanos que le llegaban hasta la mitad de su cuerpo, agitandose confundidos y hora empezaban a quedar enfermos encorvados en dolor abrazando sus propias colas, fue cuando se dio cuenta del color de sus ojos, todos reflejaban el color del contenedor y sus cuerpos minúsculos estaban siendo obligados a dar a luz, las barrigas infantiles se expandieron entre lágrimas y gritos inocentes, movían los pequeños muñones, presionando el cuerpo de la jissou entre ellos, confundidos pedían ayuda, la niña trató de saltar pero era imposible el contenedor era cada vez más pequeño agitó sus muñones.


    - ¡¡Ayuda techiii! - puse la tapa y seguí grabando - ¡¡Nooo por favor seré buena teee!!
    -Refurefurefurefu arghhh REFUUUUU!!!- se escuchó un crack al romperse la espina y luego explotar.
    - ¿Te? TEGYAAAA!!-


    *BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!*


    Todos explotaron como 10 pequeñas granadas, uno tras otro dejando sus cuerpos estallar y salpicar con sus órganos y heces, seguí grabando como las paredes no dejaban ver mucho por la suciedad quite la tapa, y de milagro la niña estaba viva, temblando adentro de un licuado de bebés traumatizado viendo a la nada enseñando sus dientes muy apretados del dolor, acomode mi celular para no parar de grabar tome el recipiente y lo gire rápido para que todo el contenido terminará de cubrirla, entre la montaña restos y maggot-chans se arrastró lentamente.


    - Ouchiee teeeeeen- débiles chirridos soltaba arrastrándose al ver sus heridas me percaté que parecía una víctima con quemaduras de tercer grado - Auu au au - de su cuello para abajo estaba enrojecida cualquier contacto parecía arderle - S-Señorita salveme techii- siseó y puse un poco de sal deden mesa en su espalda -¡CHUWARGHHH!- se retóricia en genuino dolor e impacto emocional un poco de espuma salía de su boca.


    -¿Salvarte otra vez?- acerqué la cámara a sus heridas - Olvidalo - tratando de huir de la malvada señora mujer entre el dolor de ser mas herida camino de una forma bastante graciosa, rígida como galleta de muñeco de jengibre - ¡Hahaha mirate! Oh dios te ves taaan estúpida - ella siguió huyendo pero parecía que mis palabras la habían herido otra vez, sorbia sus mocos y gimoteaba, toda flexibilización de su cuerpo era doloroso y necesitaba ungüento, pero era casi ya media noche y creo que prefiero dormir, limpie la barra de la cocina, deje caer al jissou con horribles quemaduras a otro contenedor de mayonesa vacio, ella tuvo una convulsión y se dejó caer en un sueño profundo, puse su vacía y fría prisión en el pasillo enfrente de mi habitación.


    Después de tomar un largo baño me dispuse a irme a mi cama pero un gemido llamó mi atención, tirada en su estómago la miserable jissou desde donde estaba tenía una vista plena del pequeño hogar de su amiga Marie sobre mi buró jugando con todos los niños de su familia su hermana e hijos, con chirridos de alegría, comiendo y deslizándose en la resbaladilla.


    - ¿Sabes?- sus miembros temblaron con mi voz estaba muy mal herida para hacer movimiento - Las noches aquí son frías - me arrodille a un lado de ella y saque el vestido verde anterior - ¿Quieres esto?- ella aceptó con un casi audible "Por favor techi" estiró su mano lenta y dolorosamente, acerqué el vestido para luego alejarlo de regresó hacia mi.- ¡Oh! Espera! Acabo de recordar que era muy feo para ti~ y no te gustaba - como si de papel se tratara lo destroce entre mis dedos dejando caer jirones sobre ella, los pequeños hilajes caían en su piel delicada y ella derramó lagrimas - Buenas noches~ - fui hasta mi cama y puse un pequeño calentador entre mi cama y el buró- ¿Cómo están pequeñas?-


    - Cálido techuaa~- Marie se acercó más a la fuente cerrando sus ojos ante el placentero calor y los demás la imitaron, los gusanos se acomodaron en su regazo boca arriba dejando que el calor diera a sus vientres -¡Gracias señorita te!-
    - Maggot-chan barriga sentirse bien ahhh refuu~- Marie recolecto las excreciones que escurrian por su orificio.
    - Rechii es cierto- hasta "chubby-chan" disfrutaba junto con el otro pulgar, en regazo de Usagi daba masajes en su cabeza, el cuadro era digno de una postal navideña.


    Me gire ya acostada en mi cama para ver a la joven madre abandonada y si, estaba sufriendo ante la vista, veía sus labios agregados temblar y sus lágrimas caer al suelo en la misma posición en la que la había dejado.


    Fue una buena noche.


    Al día siguiente el señor Ono se presento, traía a Himawari la madre de mi perro entre mimos y cariño mios la lleve al patio trasero no sin antes poner en medio al jissou calvo y retrasado, era divertido ver el terror que le tenía al perro mientras lo acechaba y rodeaba, tuve que contarle todo lo sucedido anoche, estábamos en la sala de estar con la jaula de Marie frente a nosotros, aun con visitas le estaba dando su merecido a la pulgar más joven acostada en su regazo recibiendo nalgadas.


    - Te he dicho que no muerdas los juguetes de la señora mujer techii- con cada pronunciación ella descargaba su muñon clase alta en su pequeño trasero.
    - Techiien- lloraba la otra -lo siento, esperaré comida está vez tee-teee-


    - Me alegra que el baño antiestrés te haya inspirado- dijo entre risas mientras veía el vídeo, al momento de las detonaciones casi derrama su té al final del triste vídeo que era un enfoque del rostro traumatizado y una exhalación triste, lo demás eran fotografías que había enviado a Watanabe, la piel quemada de la joven madre, las cicatrices de la ex-madre, ahora su atención se centraba en la adolescente del megaparto- ¿Dices que incluso pudo dar a luz un lote de 10 gusanos? - yo asentí y el seguía reflexivo- Mmm tal vez era su primera vez - saco de su mochila una máquina pequeña ¿Cómo describirlo? Era una versión miniatura y mejorada de lo que yo intente hacer con alambres y una tabla, el espacio donde se colocaba al jissou con sus restricciones, la resbaladilla donde se deslizaban los bebés y un mecanismo que se activaba al sentir la descarga y soltaba al parecer agua tibia, era similar al de las fábricas en Japón sólo faltaba el gotero y el tubo de alimentación -¿Le molesta si puedo hacer unas pruebas?


    Cinco despertó en un lugar obscuro desnuda y lo último que recordaba era un dolor punzante en su estómago y el parto , apenas ella.recordó a sus hijos, su instinto la hizo levantarse sólo para chocar y azotar su cabeza de vuelta al suelo, se retorcio en el lugar estrecho ¡Tenía que huir la señora mujer que sabía la verdad! Una repentina luz la cego y grito con sus dientes rotos.


    - Mire está despierta- con guantes y bata ambos pusimos manos a la obra, otra vez silenciada pero ahora con una mordaza ajustable, la jissou estaba asegurada lista para darnos otro espectáculo.


    Otra vez el señor Ono introdujo sus dedos ahora con guantes para cerrar las membranas que le habían permitido dar a luz niños grandes, parecía saber lo que hacia ¿Qué lo había llevado a dejar Japón? Era mi turno y acerqué el gotero, se resistió en un principio tratando de mantenerlo cerrado su ojo para el inminente embarazo, sus ojos reflejaban odio y desesperación afortunadamente las perforaciones que había provocado la furiosa joven jissou en su piel no se estaban desgarrando, cuando su vientre se sobreinflo su útero y vientre habían sido estirados tanto anoche que ahora su cuerpo producía más bebés de los que podía resistir, cuando no pudo más, dejó salir un lote enorme de bolsas con bebés el mecanismo con agua se activó.


    Tettere-puahhhhh~


    En unísono todos soltaron un gemido de pura satisfacción y placer al tocar el agua caliente incluso cerraron sus ojitos, yo sentí unos escalofríos por un momento y piel de gallina, me sentí relajada como después de haber fumado marihuana , el señor Ono incluso suspiro, puso una lámina polarizada sobre la bandeja para que no notarán nuestra presencia.


    - ¿Sintió usted algo al momento que nacieron?-
    -Bueno si, ¿que fue eso?-


    - Una especie de feromonas que producen relajación - observo a los recién nacidos eran aproximadamente 40 maggot-chans y 4 thumb-chans del tamaño de un Clipper cristo, la madre estaba totalmente desnutrida y cansada pero viva su pecho subía y bajaba por el trabajo a veces inhalaba aire para sacar tristes sollozos - Es la antítesis de feromona que sueltan al estar en sufrimiento...-


    - ¿La que te provoca querer torturarlos?-


    - Algo similar, pero el resultado en ambos casos será el mismo en el humano: relajación, incluso pudo verlos más lindos ¿No es así? -


    -Bueno tiene razón ¿Lo siento?-


    - Ehehehe no Rojas-san , al contrario siéntase afortunada estas feromonas son caras solo se dan en el nacimiento, hubiera pagado aproximadamente $500 - ¿también habrán limpiado mi cutis? Ojalá pense, nos acercanos a ver a los recién nacidos ,ninguno de ellos a cometido canibalismo aun, al contrario los pulgares parecían ponerse de acuerdo en algo - incluso su piel es más rica lejos del estrés- en un movimiento veloz el señor Ono saco un gusano todos parecían confundidos por un momento de luz y volvió a oscurecer- Toma esto diviertete- me entrego una larva pequeña como clip, aun no sabía que rayos buscaba el señor Ono, se mantenía misterioso con perfil bajo y reservado ¿Desde cuándo sabía tanto?


    El gusano entre mis manos cerraba sus ojos ante la nueva luz confundido y la fuerza que lo había jalado.


    - Donde yo refuu?-


    Lo puse en la barra de la cocina, comenzó a caminar a su alrededor dejando su limo verde y mientras el gusano se adaptaba a la luz tomé pegamento y un frasco de salsa roja, olfateo cerca mi frutero y camino hacia el, yo lo tiré de la cola antes de llegar a su propisito.


    - Señor hombre refu~- se giró y movió sus muñones saco su lengua feliz como en el momento de su nacimiento ya estaba frotando su vientre y acerqué un pedazo muy pequeño de manzana que comió feliz- !Delicioso refuuu~! - seguí dándole pequeños pedazos hasta que lo considere bastante lleno - Pancita llena reboooh - abrió sus ojos y volvió a pujar -Refu? - movió su cuerpo confundido y vio su rendija seca ¿Porque popo no salir? Pujo más duro y su cabecita dolió, sacudió su cuerpo e hizo un último inteno pero algo agudo reventó en su vientre - No sale caca reereeeree- se enrollo en sí mismo mientras lloraba.


    -Dejame ayudarte nene - puse una gota de salsa -pero tendrás que pujar ¡Ahora!- quite la costra de pegamento que había puesto mientras lo alimentaba con la manzana, tiré y no sólo había rasgado su ropa y su piel incluso un pedazo de su intestino colgó fuera de ella y pendía en mi dedo, la mierda fue expulsada con fuerza de la parte rota de sus organos, el grito que soltó el gusano fue impresionante "REFURIIIRGH! " Algo así cuando salió proyectado contra la pared destruyendo su cráneo salpicando sesos, sangre y heces, lo picante de la salsa roja que provocó un rápido embarazo derretia lo que era su cabeza, los intestinos pequeños se habían quedado sujetados a mi dedo y el cuerpo expulsado sólo pudo despedirse de ellos dejando el órgano delgado y largo que contenía sus heces mientras era convertido en proyectil - Oops- espectáculo cortó pero bueno, intercambié miradas con Ono y comenzamos a reír la madre que por primera vez había podido ver a uno de sus hijos sólo fue para verlo morir de forma terrible y nosotros nos reíamos en su cara y sobre el cadáver del bebé - ¡Oh mire su rostro! Quitemosle la mordaza - nos veía a nosotros y los restos, sucesivamente.


    - ¡¿Qué te hacen mis bebés?! Orororo~- con sus pocas energías comenzó a entrar en sentimiento viendo el cuerpo destruido, bueno al menos no esta chillando como puerco la noche anterior casi me quedo sin tímpano, pero sus dientes destrozados y su dificultad de hablar me tranquiliza.


    - Si no hubieras provocado una masacre en mi maleta esto no estaría pasando- sonreí tome el intestino del bebé-cohete y se lo puse como bufanda estaba azul y pálida de tan mal acto - Mira combina con tu listón robado-


    - ¡MUJER MIERDA! ¡¡YO MATARTE!! DESH... - cortamos su grito con la mordaza nuevamente, el órgano de su hijo aún estaba caliente en sus hombros y cuello.


    Me acerqué a ver nuevamente la bandeja de infantes ajenos a lo que pasaba afuera, no imaginaban que una de sus hermanitas había desaparecido y asesinada a sangre fría, los pulgares parecían de poco en poco tomar el control posicionandose frente sus hermanas larvas, su comportamiento por lo general errático dando vueltas de aqui para allá, mordiendose las colas y buscando a mamá para comida , ahora eran pasivas tal vez no en total silencio pero escuchando con atención.- ¿Es normal que estén tan organizadas? - el señor Ono no respondió y retiró la lámina polarizada una serie de chillidos de confusión y luego de alegría a los que se recuperaraban de la ceguera momentánea - ¿Qué vamos a hacer con tantos niños?-


    - Creo que Himawari puede encargarse de ellos - después de limpiar fuimos al porche posicione la cámara de vídeo frente al perro y su plato de comida, aún no tenía indicación de comer estaba bien entrenada, por lo tanto tenía una bonita toma de Himawari el Shiba y su plato de comida viva , el señor Ono trajo té y galletas, nos sentamos a unos cuantos metros para que la risas no fueran más fuertes que las voces de las jissou.


    - Grende cosa mullida refuu~- Himawari olfateo e inspeccionó de cerca.


    Un pulgar curioso se acercó y de la húmeda nariz del perro salió su respiración caliente, y los niños despues de un rato al ver que no hacia daño todos tuvieron sus reacciones, un pulgar incluso se abrazó de la nariz del perro.


    - Te? No Hacernos daño?-
    - Cosa café yummy refu~-
    - Rápido hermanas llevemos esta comida a las demas techi-
    - Quiero tocar suave cosa refu~-
    -¡Frotar refu!-
    - Me gusta mucho cosa mullida techuu-
    -Lindo refuuu~-


    -¿Seguro que no le hacen daño? No sabemos de dónde viene la madre - pusimos a los 4 pulgares y a 10 larvas en un plato con croquetas, pusimos a la madre sobre la ventana para que pudiera ver, el señor Ono pensó que sería divertido volver a grabar.


    - Eran su snack nocturno cuando la sacaba a pasear en mi país - ansioso por dar comienzo - ¡Himawari!- el perro volvió a su postura firme en su nariz había uno de ellos montado en su nariz confundido - ¡Come!-


    - ¿Qué sucede teCHYAAA!!!!- Himawari abrió su hocico enseñando sus colmillos, luego sus fauces se precipitaron sobre las presas vivas destrozando entre mordidas y sacudiendo su contenido de un lado a otro en el contenedor como buen depredador para que inmovilizar y matar, entre la agitación la confusión y el dolor los niños gritaban descontroladamente no imaginaban que su amigo la cosa suave, esponjosa y linda fuera una pesadilla, se detuvo a masticar y el pulgar cayó en los restos de su familia azul por el horror.


    - ¡ YO MATARTE Y COMERTE! - gruño salvajemente Himawari obvio hizo caso omiso y siguió masticando los restos de sus hermanas algunas dentro del plato seguían vivas pero lastimadas de muerte, otras vomitando, cagando de dolor o arrastrándose.


    - O-Onee-chan mis piernas teee..e...-
    - ¡Rehiiiiiii ayudaaa!!!-
    - Maggot-chan, tiene sueño re...fuuuu-


    Himawari segura de que su comida estaba controlada regresó a su plato y masticaba los restos, con calma ¡ Su hocico manchado en sangre era muy adorable!


    - ¿Esta segura Rojas -San? - el acuerdo era entregarle a la madre que causó este caos desde un principio, pero estaba dispuesta a darle a la adolescente sádica y 20 gusanos.


    - ¡Claro! No planeó tener una de esas cosas como mascota, y los 9 gusanos restantes serán el reemplazó de los que están al cuidado de Marie- respondí - mis primos no saben cuidarse ni así mismos, así que soy consciente de que los gusanos serán los primeros muertos.


    El señor Ono asintió y yo fui a dejar el acuario de lujo de Marie a la ventana, tome el frasco con la madre adolescente con quemaduras similares a las de un ataque con aceite, ahora podía pararse a pesar del dolor en un espacio estaban sus heces y en otro limpio estaba ella sentada abrazando sus muñones para guardar calor, me vio a los ojos con esperanza de redención - Siento mucho lo de ayer fui mala déjame llevarte con tu familia - saque un pequeño tubo de pegamento seca rápido - Abre tu boquita esto te curara como la última vez- su cerebro idiota volvió a creer en mi y abrió la boca esperando que tuviera buen sabor - Aquí va~- ella apenas sintió la gota cerró la boca para tragar pero su boca ahora estaba sellada desde adentro, ella entró en pánico pujando sólo sonidos rotos, la punta de lengua quedó atrapada afuera -Oh y eso es mío- tome la pinza de ropa de la trenza que había peinado yo antes con "amor" y tiré arrancando su cabello, ella intentó gritar tan fuerte que una parte de su labios se desprendió - ¡Hagámoslo!- posicione el frasco frente al acuario de lujo, sus 6 residentes se acercaron con Marie hasta adelante viendo al desnudo y extrañó jissou.


    - ¿Quién es ella Señora Mujer techii?

    -¿Porque su piel amarilla y roja techi?- preguntó Marie.


    - Ella es la mala jissou de ayer - todo saltaron de impresión solo la pobre bastarda enfurecida volteo a verme siendo traicionada otra vez pero su boca dolía cada vez que quería hablar.


    -¿Ella matar a mami también refu?- preguntó uno de sus hijos.


    - Si, Usagi casi fue atacada por ella!- ella asintió y fue suficiente para todos Marie fue la primera en acercarse con su hermana aun con su listón azul, la adolescente vio a su amiga y hermana totalmente muda, pero sentía en su corazón que ella la reconocería, arrancará el vestido de la impostora, obligaría a la señorita a curar sus heridas y podría jugar con sus hijos , moría de hambre también.


    - ¡¡Jissou horrible y asqueroso techii!- Marie le grito era la primera vez qué la veía genuinamente enojada- Mataste a mi amiga y a sus hermanas - se abrazó de Usagi aún con el vestido que desde un principio era de ella ahora cubrir sus partes íntimas parecía habérsele olvidado - Marie nunca perdonarte yo odiarte techa- y se giró abrazando con fuerza a la hija de la asesina de su madre.


    -¡Yo odiarte también techa! - dijo su hermana y se bajando sus bragas para enseñar su trasero para luego soltar un pedo fuerte y largo en la cara de su onee-chan original pero para ella era el jissou que mató a su familia pequeña.


    Con sus heridas aún a flor de piel que la mantenían quieta en una sola posicion observando y escuchando cagó con sus sentimientos muy heridos.
    Luego sus hijos.


    - ¡Mala jissou techa! - dijo el pulgar - ¡También odiarte te!-
    - ¡Maggot-chan también refu!-
    - ¡Jissou mierda Tefu!- el no sabía que pasaba pero parecía divertido insultar al jissou feo y desnudo.
    -¡Lenguaje, techii!-
    - ¡Castigue señora mujer techi!- propuso su propia hermana.


    - Claro que voy a hacerlo, ningún jissou asi merece ser feliz- Todos vitorearon mi respuesta brincaban e insultaban, en la cabeza de la joven todo era agonía, a ella ya no le importaba el dolor que le causaban su paladar y lengua con tal abrir su boca y hablar ¡explicarles la trampa de la señora mujer! , tome el frasco y susurre en el - Despidete de ellos para siempre perra - y me dirigí a la salida, su boca reventó libre.

    - ¡¡¡SOY YOOO!!! - su boca llena de sangre y restos de sus labios rotos grito golpeando su prision- ¡CREANME BEBES SOY YO TECHAAA!- sus súplicas eran menos audibles mientras nos alejabamos de mi cuarto ella.se dejó caer.- ¡¡NOO!! YO NO HACER NADA !! ¡¡SEÑORA MIENTE ORORORO!!- ¿no pudo sólo haberse cubierto las orejas? Que pandeja.

    Saque el clip de ropa y lo puse en un muñon fracturandolo disfruté con una sonrisa como luchaba ante la presión y el dolor.


    - Todo listo- en la cajuela estaban la madre impostora, aún en su asiento de tortura, la caja con sus pocos hijos sobrevivientes y Himawari en el asiento trasero, aún no sabía para que el señor Ono los necesitaba, le.entregue a la última aún golpeando y lamiendo sus heridas, el olor era fuerte así que puse su tapa- No sabría como agradecerle-


    - No es molestia fue divertido - la jissou en el frasco veía en un punto específico me gire y ahí estaba Marie asomada desde.su acuario en la ventana, estrecho sus ojos y sonrió -Tepupu~- y esa fue su despedida.


    - ¿Sabe? Himawari tendrá una nueva camada nueva pronto-


    ¡ Bien maldita sea! Tendré un nuevo cachorro ¡soy tan feliz! la pérdida de mi maleta no fue en balde ni que estos goblins hayan querido matarse entre ellos , o lo que sea que haya pasado, no me importa, tendre un nuevo perro.


    Pase a mi jardín trasero recogí la bandeja con los restos del almuerzo Himawari , a lo lejos una thumb-chan casi azul por la pérdida de sangre se arrastraba casi abajo de los arbustos parece ser un logro después de llegar sin piernas.


    - Casi ahí techii..casi ahí... *SPLAT* - No puedo permitir una plaga en mi país véase como termina Japón o Australia.


    Preparé a los jissou que tuvieron la fortuna de vivir y que serían mascotas, de camino a casa de mi abuela recordé mi primer exterminio jissou fue una familia, la segunda fue un lote de casi 100 jissou clase alta, fue un espectáculo increíble y que tuve suerte de torturar.

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    Mala familia parte 2/3

    Casi besaba a mi jefe apenas me enteré que había sido selccionada para hacer un reportaje psicosocial en Japón.

    Los primeros días los dediqué al trabajo, los últimos a comprar, conocer el país, recorrer lo que pudiera y a tener citas, había hecho "Match" o coincidencia en Tinder con un tal Watanabe hasta el momento sólo había salido con chicas y aún no tenía una cita con un hombre japonés que tuviera un pene bonito, o no fuera virgen hicimos una cita, era dueño de una tienda de mascotas y mi tío me había mandado una transferencia para comprarle a sus hijos las más exóticas mascotas de Japón mataría dos pájaros de un tiro , fui a comprar un vestido para la ocasión, apenas salí de la tienda comercial lo vi.

    -Refu~ - el gusano agitaba su cola y cuerpo de un lado a otro en la jardinera de un parque con una pequeña sonrisa - Refu refu~-

    -Awwww que lindo - lo tome en mi mano era la primera vez qué veía un jissou, el gusano carcajeo en una voz tan pequeñita que no pude evitar llevarlo conmigo de regreso a la habitación que rentaba temporalmente- Eres tan pequeño y lindo- frotaba su vientre como me pedía, las manchas de caca no me molestaban siempre y cuando no fuera en mi ropa.

    Subimos al segundo piso, coloque al gusano con un poco de comida en un plato desechable y fui a bañarme, Watanabe llegaría en un rato.

    -¿ Estas feliz?- le pregunté a mi inquilino ya con mi vestido nuevo puesto- Dime que me veo linda-
    - Ñom Maggot-chan feliz!- saco su pequeña lengua como perro - Señora linda refu~

    TocTocToc

    Un chico puntual, que agradable, abrí la puerta y no había nadie, luego baje la mirada algo tiraba de mi vestido para llamar mi atención casi pegados a mis tobillos un jissou del tamaño de un oso de peluche y 5 niñas del tamaño de una cerveza de lata.

    - Hola señora mujer desu - ella trató de dar un paso más adelante , como si quisiera entrar yo no le permití y aleje su muñon lejos de mi vestido, "puedo ayudarte?" Pensé, intercambiamos miradas un rato hasta que su cabeza dedujo que no le daría paso así como así, hizo de lado su cabeza en un gesto para aparentar lindura, todos ellos apestaban como vagabundo, sus ropas oscurecidas en mugre, con sus cabellos enrredados y rostros pegajosos- ¿No son mis niños lindos desu~?- me habían advertido de los jissou callejeros - Somos pobres y tenemos hambre desuuu~- había leído bien la guía de turistas - Nos puede dejar pasar ahora? Desu~

    -Ewww no, son asquerosos todos y cada uno de ustedes, a ti incluso te falta un trozo dede oreja- señale a una niña que parecía ser el chivo expiatorio de la familia, las más pequeña sin pelo y sin la capucha de su vestido - Vayan a morir a algún parque - todos saltaron con mis "crueles" palabras y sus ojos se humedecieron - Ahora si no les molesta...

    - ¡Señora mujer tomar a maggot-chan desu! - Al parecer esto fue desde un principio una trampa todos se abalanzaron hacia mis piernas desnudas pero no les deje entrar que parecían desesperados por hacerlo - ¡No soy fea desu! ¡Danos comida desu!- empuje mi cuerpo hacia ellos y cayeron de espaldas cerré mi puerta y fui por el gusano causante.

    - Punipuni...¿Re?- quite sus ropas - Regresar ropa refuu! - puse la punta de un palillo chino y empuje en su vagina-ano - ¿Reee? Repyoo vientre no sentir bien - penetre más profundo oía a su familia golpear mi puerta su lengua agitandose violentamente - RehiIIRGH - su aguda pequeña voz grito, el palillo salió por su boca, lágrimas salian de su cuerpecito empalado, movía sus piernitas sin resultado.
    - Tomen ahí está su maggot-chan- ellos se arrodillaron a ver al más pequeño de su familia, apenas comenzaron a entristecerse y lamentar el destino de su hernana bebé sentí un escalofrío al escuchar sus pequeñas voces incrédulas, el cuerpo estaba quieto ¿murió de un infarto? y luego se agitó de vuelta a la vida.

    - H-Hermagnah Ayu-yurgda rehiii- agonizaba el bebé.

    - ¿¡Qué hacerte mi pobre bebé?! Orororon- todos rodeaban el cadaver, excepto una jissou que corrió a escabullirse entre mis tobillos, fui detrás ella y de una patada la regrese con su madre al exterior todos tomaron su pose amenazante excepto el chivo expiatorio- ¡¡Mis hijos sólo querer comida y un hogar desu!! ¡Mujer cruel!

    - ¡¿Que les hace pensar que los dejaré pasar?! Busquen a otro retardados hijos de perra yo ...-*splat* un pedazo de mierda cayó en mi vestido, indiscriminadamente lo lanzaron y apuntaron bien.

    -GRRR TECHAA- gruñia el culpable como perro con rabia - ¡Lastimar hermana favorita techa!- todos comenzaron a buscar en sus bragas, para más bolas de mierda y pujaban más de sus intestinos "hambrientos" si las dejaba seguir esto sería un desastre asqueroso- ¡ TE MATAR..- no pudo concluir cuando ya había pateado mi pie hacia ella para que su cuerpo chocara contra la herrería del barandal, su cuerpo quedó atascado entre dos metales, deforme por la posición que le obligó la fuerza de mi patada, todos veían azules a mi primera víctima, su mandíbula rota con sangre y miembros torcidos - tegy...teegyol- solté más patadas directo al rostro de la niña aprisionada haciendo retumbar su cuerpo en contra del metal, su cuerpo fracturado al fin cedió y cayó a su muerte si no es que ya lo estaba.

    -¡¡Noooo!!! hermana tepyaaa-
    - ¿¡Qué hacerle a usted techaa!?-
    -¡¡Señorita mala mala techii!!-

    - ¿Qué dicen? ¿Quieren ir con su hermanita? ¡Claro!- agarre a los bastardos restantes de sus capuchas y comencé estrellarlas una por una contra el pavimento calle abajo, era tan divertido ver como sus miembros estallaban en sangre y heces, la más pequeña en vano intentó aferrarse a mi dedo índice, hasta que cedió, la madre soltaba patadas y gritaba trató de tirar de mi vestido nuevamente y la aleje de una patada, ella hizo una pirueta y se bajo las bragas.

    -¡Señorita desu! - de piernas abiertas estaba la madre ofreciendo sus genitales anormales, hice una expresión de genuino asco "desgraciados extraños" tome la brocheta que era el gusano aun llorando por el empalamiento, me sonrió esperanzado - Puedo hacerla sentir bienrgh...Desu? DESHA!-

    - Si tantas ganas tienes de poder -introduje a su hija-brocheta, tratando de que el gusano tuviera una buena vista del interior del que vino y ella en vez de gritar de placer lo hizo de horror maggot-chan reventaba su interior- ¡Ve a pedírselo a tus hijas!- tome a la cerda madre de los mechones de su nuca y la arroje por el barandal para impactar en restos de su familia.

    Éxhale todo el aire contenido en mis pulmones había ocasionado una masacre sólo al ver mi vestido sucio, los rumores eran ciertos acerca de estas bestias, me asomé para ver mi obra, cadáveres en distintas direcciones del pavimento y hombre parado inspeccionadolos intercambiamos miradas.

    - ¿Rojas- San?-
    - Oh mi dios- baje velozmente a su encuentro tal vez pensaba que era una loca.- ¿Te he manchado?-
    - ¿Esta es la forma en la que los occidentales saludan? ¿Dejando caer cuerpos?-
    -Lo siento mucho - oculte la mancha de mierda.
    - Descuida estoy bien con esto- la punta de su pie jugaba con un cráneo de la familia- ¿Nos vamos? - pude cambiarme rápido y recorrimos la ciudad en su moto, después de cenar fuimos a unos suburbios con casas generosamente grandes con locales de café, ropa, accesorios etc. en sus techos o primeros pisos, al parecer Watanabe vivía en uno de ellos.

    - ¿Donde estamos?- habíamos comprado unas cervezas en el camino, mucha comida para llevar y unos cuantos snacks extra.

    - En la tienda de mascotas- se quito su casco y saco las llaves de susu negocio - Después de ver lo que hiciste con esas ratas de calle pensé que en vez de una película cliché podíamos hacer algo que tal vez te guste sólo sigueme la corriente ya lo verás- Era ya de noche.

    - ¿ Y haremos que cosa...?-

    Me miro petulante, me agrada saber que no todos los hombres se comportan en exceso tímidos en Japón algunos son simplemente demasiado serios - Se que te haces una idea tomando en cuenta tu perfil tan poco rosa en Tinder y no cualquier gaijin ( extranjero de forma despectiva) lo hace, querías hacerlo-

    -Pfff ok ok admito que me gusto matarlos - Qué bien se siente decirlo sin culpa- y lo volvería a hacer ¿Entonces continuamos, cabron?

    Caminamos por el pasillo, pude escuchar el sonido de los animales y jissous al otro lado dormitando y subimos por unas escaleras, Watanabe abrió la puerta de una habitación parecia ser la de un niño y prendió la luz, adentro un pequeño salón de clases con diminutos pupitres, pizarrón, una librería y una sala de juego.

    - ¿Qué significa esto desu~?- preguntó un jissou adulto con gafas, parecía viejo tenía su pelo gris y unas cuantas arrugas al parecer había dejado de crecer para tener el tamaño de un niño de 4 años y se había hecho de envejecer sin problemas - Tanto tiempo sin verlo Señor Watanabe - volteo a ver su reloj-¿ Porque despertarme tan noche desu~? ¿Mis alumnos portarse mal desu?-

    - Jissou sensei que bueno verla -el exclamó tomando sus muñones entre sus manos- bueno los extrañe tanto en mi ausencia que quise venir a ver una película con todas tus chicas-

    - Pero es muy tarde señor hombre, los jissous deben descansar desu ~- Watanabe se arrodilló a su altura -
    - Vengo de un lugar muy lejano y mi novia también, donde allá es de día- el jissou me miro y luego a Watanabe- Encontré un trabajo en J-candies y vengo por parte de señor Kurouzu - Watanabe giró los ojos, pero la anciana pareció cambiar de opinión apenas escuchó el nombre incluso parecía impresionada.

    ¿Oh mi...enserio Desu~? Bueno está bien desu~- saltó de la cama adaptada a su tamaño y comenzó a vestirse antes de que el jissou hiciera su camino Watanabe la regresó a su cama ¿Que sucede desu ~? Debo recibir al señor Kurouzo en ausencia del maestro desu~-

    -El maestro me dejó a cargo, merece unas vacaciones sensei yo y mi novia podemos hacernos cargo ¿Qué no confía en mi? - ambos nos pusimos unos delantales con el logo de J-candies - Gracias por su arduo trabajo educando a las jissous , descanse insisto-

    - De acuerdo desu~ - se recosto de nuevo antes de que Watanabe saliera de la habitación vio una jissou de pelo negro en una cama a un lado de varios juguetes dormido.

    - ¿Hey quien es ella?
    - ¿De? Marie-chan, el maestro la educa para ser una idol y salir en la tele también desu~ hoy tuvo su clase intimidad desu~- Watanabe hizo una cara de disgusto.

    - ¿Hay otro maestro?-
    - Si, mi hermano-
    - ¿Debo seguir pretendiendo que aquí pasa algo sospechoso o debo darte una paliza e huir?- Watanabe solo estrecho una sonrisa.
    -No corres peligro conmigo, pero puedo prometerte que vas divertirte- arqueé mi ceja- Ok este es el plan tu decides si quedarte o no pero te lo aseguro esto sólo pueden pagarlo los más adinerados- dijo sin más.

    *****

    En el camino Watanabe cargaba con una mochila, tomo unos materiales de la tienda de mascotas y nos dirigimos a una habitación, froto sus manos con anticipación y prendió las luces - ¡A levantarse y brillar solecitos!- cerramos la puerta detrás nuestro me entregó mis primeros guantes.

    - 1,2,3, ¡ahora techii!-

    -¡Hola señor hombre!- Aullaron miles de voces infantiles al unísono saludandonos al notar nuestra , después todos soltaron sus "refus, desus y techis", había aproximadamente más de una centena de mascotas bien domesticadas y entrenadas en el lugar, con rasgos delicados y lindos, algunos con cabello de color diferente, todos acumulados en las orillas de sus jaulas para vernos mejor, algunos parecían reconocer el logo en nuestros delantales di un pequeño vistazo mientras Watanabe conectaba el proyector a su laptop y bajaba el fondo en la pared contraria. Todos veremos una película a fin de cuentas yay.

    El lugar era sofisticado con instalaciones de drenaje, gas y ventilación todo acondiconado a los acuarios y a un terrario partícularmente largo con vegetación y una serie de casas como un pequeño pueblo autosustentable, un rincón con un piano y columpio, en las paredes había pegados hojas de papel con dibujos hechos con crayola, un jardín de niños en miniatura, jissous de todo tipo salían de sus casas, bebés adultos y adolescentes, familias pequeñas algunos solos, muchos vestían su traje jissou con una variación de color, otros usaban uniformes o disfraces, había una familia con pijama afelpada, unos vestidos con uniformes de béisbol y un dúo con vestidos terciopelo.

    Sus hogares contaban al menos con un toilet, fotografías de momentos felices en sus habitaciones, agua y una alacena propia con comida, todos parecían vivir cómodamente, estaban destinados a aprender a controlar su naturaleza innata para ser mascotas exoticas de primer nivel, ninguno parecía haber experimentado estrés o dolor en su vida más allá de los castigos de sus maestros. Acogedor hasta hoy.

    - Hola pequeños Jissous ¿Saben quienes somos?- puso una manta en el suelo y colocó los dulces y comida chatarra, suspiros de alegría y rostros sonrojados aumentaban había algo en su voz de Watanabe que sonaba malicioso pero se derretida como mantequilla en los oídos de los jissousekis ¡Venimos por parte del señor Kurouzu de J-candies! Han sido seleccionadas para ver un vídeo exclusivo y un encuentro con sus Jissou-idols preferidas -todos vitorearon con entusiasmo, muchos se abrazaba contentos y comenzamos a colocarlos en la manta olían a jabón perfumado -Pueden comer todo lo que gusten- daba palmadas en sus cabezas y acariciaba sus flecos - ¡Habrá sorpresas!- no podían estar más felices.
    Todos se dirigían a nosotros con buenos modales la antítesis de sus familiares callejeros , los más pequeños eran los más intrépidos al caminar hacia nosotros, curiosos los pulgares como costumbre de siempre cargando a las larvas, suaves voces preguntaban sobre las sorpresas, se dejaban cargar y mimar sin importar que fuera hora de dormir siempre y cuando hubiera comida deliciosa de por medio los habíamos convencido facil, dejaban a los mas pequeños hasta adelante para ver mejor.

    - Ohhh jojo acerca esos- me dijo Watanabe señalando a una familia de 7 la madre mas grande vestida en un camisón sencillo y blanco, los dos pulgares y dos adolescentes disfrazados de monjas y los gusanos uno de monaguillo y otro de angel, parecian personajes de pastoral, enseño sus dientes con diversión - Hay algunos que son educados para creer en algunas religiones -y si los bastarditos tenían cadenas con crucifijos- Saben rezar antes de dormir- hice una mueca de asco.

    En un acuario había gusanos del tamaño de una papa - ¿Como pueden mantenerlos así sin hacer metamorfosis?- cargue uno en mi palma se sentía curioso y sedoso, pero pesado - ¡Están muy gordos!

    -Maggot-chan no gordo, yo lindo rehu~- respondió con orgullo la larva jadeando hacia mi.

    - Es una mutación genética algunos nacen con ese defecto, cortando el capullo en el momento exacto o inyectando químicos-
    -Ohhh- me limite a responder dejando a los obesos maggot-chan reunirse en la manta con sus hermanas mayores.

    - ¡¡Dulces rehu!!-
    - Todo es gracias a Polly-chan techii~-
    - Ven maggot-chan siéntate con nosotros rechu-
    - Estoy muy feliz por ella techun~-
    - Los dulces lucen deliciosos rechi~-
    - Compartan y repartan jissou-chan desu~-
    - Gracias Polly onee-chan rehu!-

    - Quién es la tal Polly - pregunté hablaban de ella como si fuera un semi-dios.

    - Exacto pequeñita démosle un aplauso a Polly-chan que sin ella no estaríamos aquí festejando con comida deliciosa nuestra orgullosa ganadora de la competencia Idol nacional -la levantó ante todas en su palma con su pulcro vestido amarillo a cuadros, zapatos lustrados rojos y accesorios.

    Todos aplaudieron a la jissou del tamaño de un refresco de 800 ml con aspecto campirano quien se inclinaba modesta y hacia reverencias a sus congéneres, era alabada como parecia costumbre, había salido de la casa más grande y mejor diseñada dentro del terrario, incluso tenía un pequeño camino de piedras en su entrada era de un cabello pelirrojo y parecía tener pecas.

    -¡Muchas gracias señor hombre y señora mujer y a toda mi familia y amigas techi! -lágrimas salían de los bordes de sus ojos - puse una pequeña corona de plástico en su cabeza y la chica se sentía soñada - Me siento tan honrada gracias techii~-

    - ¡Hoy es una noche muy especial porque no sólo veremos una película especialmente para ustedes si no que todos serán mascotas al amanecer!- guiño su ojo - ¡Todos son familia del señor Kurouzu!- llenamos sus mentes de promesas e ilusión.

    Colocamos a Polly en una silla a un lado del proyector como reina de belleza parecía conmovida de tantas atenciones.

    Apagamos al luz y nos colocamos en nuestras sillas detrás de la multitud de niños que veían expectantes la pantalla, repartían en partes proporcionales entre ellos de su comida chatarra y maullaban felices en un ambiente cálido y familiar, masticando se ponían cómodas entre ellas acercándose en el regazo o brazos de sus madres y abrazandose entre amigas por ahora sacamos la caja feliz cubierta con una manta y nuestras demás herramientas a nuestros pies.

    ¿Qué es eso Señor y Señora techun~?- preguntó Polly.

    - ¡Tu sorpresa pequeña final pequeña! Pero tienes que esperar- le dije, está asintió y se abrazó así misma podía verla removerse en su silla con un aura de felicidad.

    - ¿Lista?- le pregunte a mi cita era cuestión de darle play al video tome mi mano entre la suya.

    - Después de esto ¿que?- el alzó sus hombros "seremos creativos " respondió y yo asen- Ojalá valga la pena- di play y en la pantalla resono una introducción y música torpe.

    "J- Candies company presentan....una colaboración con Bixxen Films " un curioso logotipo digno de una productora porno casi vulgar porque obvio eran unos senos en el logo, se alineó con el colorido y "lindo" de la otra compañía el mismo que teníamos en nuestro pechk, de repente todo negro y sólo apareció el título "Vol 1" letras sobrias y de aspecto gotico.

    - ¡Hola todos los lindos jissou del mundo desu~! - todos en la habitación reconocieron la voz, chirraron y como un gran concierto lleno de enfermos fans las jissou se tomaban de sus muñones y gritaban como fangirls daban pequeños saltos - Es Usagi- chaaaaaan desuuuu~- miles de estrellas y colores pastel al puro estilo sailor moon rodearon al jissou rubio en el comercial -No olviden en comprar nuestras croquetas ahora con 40% menos grasa desu~- bailo en una pose linda y varios enfoques de su rostro feliz comiendo - ¡Y son deliciosas De!-

    - ¡Usagi-chan es tan linda mamá techi!-
    - Lindo cabello refuuu~-
    - Yummy cierto rechi!-
    -Ella es mi favorita techii~
    - Claro que algún día serás como ella hija mía desu~-

    Un poco asqueada no sólo por lo bizarro, si no por lo felices que en realidad eran estos retrasados mentales que me rodeaban, enbobados con comerciales de solo pocos segundos del jissou con privilegio de haber nacido rubio, con efectos especiales y de computadora de baja calidad.

    -Señor hombre algún día me dará caballo techii~-

    -Ughhh- Dime que esos 3 minutos no están llenos de estas pendejadas - lloré en el hombro de Watanabe, este se limito a acercarme un cenicero adentro un pulgar de unos 4 centímetros rodeado de unos gusanos tan pequeños como clips, eran los más pequeños que había visto hasta ahora, todos están vestidos de negro con un cinturón con armas pequeñas.

    -¿Qué se supone que eres?- lamian de un dulce de colación.

    - ¡Soy un ninja rehuu!-

    - ¿En que momento los tomaste?- se encogió de hombros y prendimos un cigarrillo cada uno.

    -¡Es Mama Yume y sus quintillizas rechii!- más gritos extaciados, inhale el dulce humo.

    Una jissou adulta y un poco pasada de peso bailaba en el centro de la pantalla moviendo sus caderas y haciendo expresiones poderosas mientras una copia múltiplicada de sus niñas bailaba y brincaba en un círculo digno de una mala alucinación con acido con Thumb-chans girando sin parar en la pantalla , nuestro público se balanceo al rtimo de la música, sus tontas mentes aún reaccionaban ante los efectos de computadora.

    Un grupo en particular de pulgares excitados se organizó y comenzó cantar y bailar la misma canción que el comercial que prácticamente decía " Feliz , feliz todos los días feliz, feliz comiendo dulces J J J techiiiii~ " al finalizar siempre aparecía la madre y sus famosas quititllizas en un futon exhaustas de tanta felicidad.

    -Estas bestias parecen tener la misma reacción social que tenemos nosotros a los famosos - expresé , era cierto pero sus ídolos eran tan divertidos como ver a un adulto usar pañales comportarse como un bebé, ósea nada cómodos de ver.

    - Las buenas jissou siguen un dieta balanceada desuuu~-decía mama Yume.

    Dejamos caer la ceniza de nuestros cigarrillos en el cenicero, el grupo tocio ante la bola humeante que cayó en el centro y comenzaron a toser.

    - ¡Achi! ¡Achi! Señora mujer techii!- la minúscula niña sacudió el humo del tabaco lejos, su pequeña voz apenas se oía- ¿Qué es esto negro techi? -

    - Achu! Oler mal rehuuu~
    - Achu! Achu! Mi nariz arde refiii-
    -No poder respirar re...re...chufuuu!-

    - Achi! P-Por aquí techi- movió a sus hermanas como ovejas, aunque no había mucho a donde moverse en el cenicero redondo más copos de ceniza cayeron encima de ellos algunos aún calientes- ¡Detengase techi! - no había quien la tomara en cuenta por ahora.

    Otro comercial.

    "Maggot-chan estaba comiendo en la mesa muy feliz hasta que que *plop* "el maggot-chan cayó de la mesa dijo el gusano narrador.

    Música digna de un capítulo Winnie poo pensé, hasta los efectos me recordaban a un comercial de pañales, pero su objetivo era verse dulce y enternecedor.

    "Mami! Mami! Refuu"
    "¿Qué sucede mi maggot-chan?"- la mujer lo toma en su mano.
    " Tengo un ouchie refuu" - lloro, un chichon grande sobresalía de su frente nada grotesco o real.
    Nuestro público suspiro en tristeza.
    "Descuida maggot-chan tengo una idea" - música feliz.
    " ¿Qué es esto frotas en mi cuerpecito Mami refu~?"

    "Es crema Uzi-Resistant" - una secuencia de larvas cayendo de mesas, siendo pisadas, asplastadas por sus juguetes, ahogadas o en accidentes que obvio los haría una masa de sangre y heces aparecieron en pantalla pero de una forma tan pasiva y falsa que eran irreales -Para el cuidado de pequeños bebés como tu- cantó la actriz
    "Umm y huele bien refu~" -

    -Hola soy Wesley el gusano-
    - Y yo el Dr ****- el sujeto no parecía contento con la larva en su mano.
    - Para recordarles que Uzi-Resistant está avalu...ava...ava-
    - Avalado por la protección de derechos animales y PETA.
    - Eso! señor hombre gracias refu-
    - De nada-
    -Lo amo refuu~
    - Donen en los teléfonos en pantalla- Oh sí, el tipo en el comercial podía verse a leguas que era infeliz y que quería aplastar al pequeño idiota en su palma.

    Al final de cada comercial siempre salía el señor Kurouzu un abuelo rostro alegre e inofensivo cargando a Usagi y dando las gracias a sus consumidores, de repente la música se corto al mitad del comercial de panties de Usagi-chan , ahora había movimiento como si alguien grabará con la cámara de un celular, un grupo de niños humanos caminaba por el bosque hacia una caja de cartón -¡ Miren encontré una!- nuestro público se quedó callado al ver algo que no estaban acostumbradas en sus horas de tv abierta.

    Corte.

    -¿¡Qué sucedió con las ropas de Usagi-chan techiin?!
    - Pobre bebé debe tener frío desu~-
    - Hijos mios cubran sus ojos desu~- dijo la madre religiosa.

    -H-Holaaa pequeños lindos jissou del mundo- estaba arrodillada en una plataforma con una soga atada a su cuello su cuerpo desnudo temblaba- soy Usagi-chan mascota de J- candies y...¡POR FAVOR NO ME HAGAN ESTO DESUU!!!- todos nuestros televidentes saltaron ante el espanto, una sombra, me imagino el nuevo equipo de grabación levantó un objeto - ¡¡¡NOOOO SE LO RUEGO NO ME PEGUE DESU!!!-

    -¡DILO!- alguien grito en la grabación y se corto el vídeo la música se distorsiona como lo haría una película de suspenso de tercera, pero parecía tener efecto, Ok punto a favor para la productora porno algunos adultos y niños preocupados se agruparon a nuestros pies confundidos.

    - ¿Qué sucede señor y señora desu?-
    - ¡Los niños están empezado a asustarse desu~!-

    - E-Es Mama Yume rechi!- dijo un pulgar todos se giraron de vuelta a la pantalla.
    Mamá Yume apareció en pantalla calva e igual desnuda, solo con un babero con un estampado de jissou y un enorme banquete enfrente suyo, los alimentos tenían una forma peculiar, ella salibaba y lloraba- ¿Qué sucede Yume -chan? Dijiste que tenías hambre- en un plato bien cocidas y crujientes dos de sus hijas aun humeantes de su preparación. En otro plato una cocida con relleno de verduras y de postre helado con trozos de fruta y trozos de las dos hijas restantes sus cabezas estaban empaladas con crema y chocolate.

    - ¿PORQUE HACERNOS ESTO DESHAAA? - su rostro adulto y grotesco gimoteo a la cámara grabando su patético rostro, sus dientes podridos y cafés como eran en realidad y sin efectos, otro corte de imagen.

    Watanabe me señaló a la familia cristiana que estaba arrodillada rezando, no pude evitar soltar un pequeña carcajada.

    Había consternación en nuestro público, conteniamos nuestras risas mi cigarro se terminó y lo apague en el cenicero.

    - ¡¡Rehuuu!!- se me olvidaron nuestros pequeños ninjas en el cenicero la punta caliente de mi cigarrillo se apagó dolorosamente en la espalda de uno, saco su lengua gritando, se agitó en dolor mientras el calor abrazador derretia su piel y cartilagos dejando un hoyo y luego murió.

    Su hermana mayor reaccionó fuera del efecto de la nicotina que la tenía tumbada en la pared del cenicero, se tambaleo entre los hilos de humo a arrodillarse ante su hermana herida, los demas estaban tan intoxicados en tabaco que sólo descansaban en sus vientres disfrutando los efectos relajantes del tabaco incluso ronroneaban y sonreían.

    -¿¿ M-Maggot-chan que sucede techii??- con su muñon tembloroso acaricio la carne quemada.
    - Hermana verse chistosa refuuu~-
    - Sentirse como punipuni rehuuu~- expulsaban baba verde de sus anos sin contenerse.

    - Jajaja es cierto- mi cita exhalo humo en su rostro, la pulgar empuño su katana de cartón a la defensiva subiendo su mascara - Me muero de miedo - dijo con sarcasmo y apagó su cigarrillo en la cabeza del cadáver ya no quedaba nada reconocible del carbonizado cuerpo, entre lágrimas la pulgar golpeaba con la katana la mano de Watanabe.

    - Re? CALIENTEEEE!!!- un desafortunado gusano estaba muy cerca de la colilla que su rostro comenzó a derretirse.

    - Shhh no podemos ver la película - susurre ignorandolos .

    Ahora había un enfoque a un bosque parecían cámaras de vigilancia, desde varios angulos se veían los jissou salvajes con bolsas de plástico, recogiendo bayas , guarderías repletos de maggot-chans sucios desnudos o llorando , algunos de nuestros espectadores sentían lastima por la condición de sus congéneres más pobres, al verlos con sus ropas rotas y sucias. Cuerpos siendo arrastrados por la corriente de los ríos, larvas abandonadas bajo la lluvia " Mama! Mamá! rehu rehu!" y animales salvajes acechando o conteniendo entre sus garras a los pobres jissou, desde gatos domésticos hasta aves de rapiña.

    -Objetivo asegurado-

    Pausa. Los niños humanos abrían la caja con una familia de callejeros adentro sus rostros sucios veian con terror a la cámara, la navaja brillaba en la mano del menor. Pausa. Un grupo de gusanos desnudos en un contenedor, exhalaban aire frío. Pausa. El exterior de una fábrica con el logo de J-candies. Pausa. Una mujer cortaba cebolla - Ahora agregamos nuestros carbohidratos a fuego lento... - Pausa...se me hacían familiares ¡Oh son vídeos amateur! bastante comunes hasta en Youtube, la gente ha sido muy creativa en torturar en estos años a estos goblins, es tanta la popularidad y la cantidad de "likes"que generan que los japoneses no tardaron en monopolizar el asunto y explotarlo en un marketing millonario.

    - ¿Porque jissou-chan vivir en la calle? resuun~-
    -Maggot-chan triste por ella refeee -
    - ¡N-No entiendo que sucede desu!-
    - ¡¡Ellas no limpian su caca techii!-

    Watanabe y yo cubrimos nuestras risas en los hombros del otro empezábamos a ver los primeros efectos del plan aún faltaba lo peor. Ahora sentian lastima y empatía pero con una extraña mezcla de terror en sus espaldas.

    El hombre de las donaciones apareció ahora con bata blanca y en un laboratorio verdadero, y con entusiasmo en sus ojos pinchaba con una aguja el cuerpecito rechoncho de Wesley el gusano.

    - ¿¡Pensaste que iba a querer cuidar de ti pedazo de basura?!-

    - Soy Wesley el gusano refu! Soy Wesley el gusano soy..... ReHUUUU!!!!- sus pequeños miembros eran estirados en direcciones opuestas y ¡Crack! un miembro se disloco pero la piel del gusano no se rasgo,- ¡REHIIII DUELE, NOOOO ¿¿PORQUE?? YO TE AMO ¡ TE AMO !REHU! ¡REHU! REEEEE- este saco su lengua del dolor y sus ojos vparecían votarse de sus cuencas.

    -Aumenten el nivel de tensión- una máquina pito y el vídeo se corto nuevamente con la imagen del vientre de Wesley desgarradose lentamente.

    -Vaya que es resistente esa loción- dije entre risas - Aunque suene como uno de esos estúpidos comerciales.

    - Jaja en realidad esa basura es usada para aliviar estrés sin estar gastando en muchas de estas cosas para matar-

    -¿M-Matar desu~?- madres se giraban hacia nosotros en sospecha algunas no eran tan estúpidas como para no sentir el peligro y ese peligro obvio apuntaba hacia nosotros y a veces podían escuchar voces pequeñas pero dolorosas venir de donde estaban Señor y Señora.

    - Mira- saco un tubo de Uzi-Resistant pero que decía EXTRA FUERTE y el globo de diálogo del gusano en el empaque decía "Para uso rudo" y dejó caer en nuestro cenicero un chorro.

    - Refuuu?- un gusano intoxicado con ojos rojos y llorosos, se giró en su vientre para recibir la loción cálida- Se siente bien refuuu~- sus hermanas larvas se unieron a ella adormecidas, incluso la que tenía un severo daño en su rostro ante la corta exposición al calor, como villano de DC, sólo la hermana mayor huía de nosotros de su prisión-cenicero, con los pulmones llenos de suave tabaco las larvas lentamente dejaron de moverse al endurecerse el pegamento transparente.

    La pulgar regresó y con movimientos circulares en el cuerpo de sus hermanas como si esto quitará el espeso líquido como cuando las bañaba, el diota se coloco en el centro del infierno líquido, al principio era consistente como la miel, luego se volvió más espeso y duro su cabeza azotó hacia el líquido cuando trató de tirar de una hermana, ella se sacudió en su desesperación de liberarse pero su cabello terminó enredandose y cada vez lo tiraba ardía horrible en su cuero cabelludo. - ¡Ayudaaaaa techuaaaa!- nos gimoteo.

    - ¿Porque no mover refuuu?- era divertido verlas asi de drogadas ahora estaban en unos capullos duros con su hermana atrapada en una posición dolorosa su espalda debía doler.

    - ¡Muy bien Usagi-chan ahora aplastalas!- regresamos nuestra atención a los vídeos, la admirable mascota con un abrigo rosa pastel brincaba sobre pequeños cuerpos de niños recién nacidos en un baño público, no parecía disfrutarlo se estremeció con cada *splosh* o bomba de sangre que manchaban sus calcetines.

    - SE LO RUEGO SEÑOR HOMBRE PARE A JISSOU MALO DESHAAA - una madre desafortunada desnuda y calva imploraba la salvación de sus bebés.- ¿¡PORQUE SOLO VER DESHAA?!-

    - Ven Usagi es ahora que te encargues de una de tus fans~-

    Corte.

    - Wohaaaaa mira te encontramos un novio Usagi- los camarógrafos tomaron a un pene-jissou adulto de la calle en pésimas condiciones moscas se acercaban a su boca con dientes podridos, desnudo con cicatrices viejas y nuevas, manchas de sangre, costras de excremento y mugre jadeaba con un obvio daño cerebral pero su erección parecía mantenerse fuerte- Sip, un buen partido por un buen trabajo ¡Sexy posición jissou! - ordenó el sujeto y entre lágrimas Usagi se puso en 4 bajando sus bragas.

    Polly a este grado se había desmayado en la mesa, su corazón lleno de nobleza y amor se desvaneció al ver a sulos ejemplo a seguir ser una sucia.

    Corte.

    - Sujetala fuerte Kevin- regresamos con nuestros niños humanos preferidos parecían ya haberse servido su dosis antiestrés , el amigo de "Kevin" tomaba la pierna del jissou quien flotaba de cabeza.

    - No puedo hacerlo al mismo tiempo que sujeto la camara idiota -Kevin tomaba la otra pierna- Ok tiramos a la cuenta de tres -

    - ¡BAJAME SEÑOR PEQUEÑO DEGRRR! - gritaba la jissou de cabeza - ¡VOY A COMERTE Y A TI...SUELTAME DE...-

    - ¡Tres !- la madre agarro su vientre espuma salía de su boca luego se partió, su cuerpo cedió ante la fuerza de los menores su grito fue magnífico, el desprendimiento limpio con una buena vista de sus organos , los chicos sonrieron ante la camara con su pedazo de jissou, luego grabaron la caja donde sus hijos no perdieron detalle de la muerte de su madre, que tanto se habia esforzado en mantenerlos vivos darles esa pequeña casa, comida y belly rubs, ahora sólo les quedaba su sangre salpicada en sus rostros aun caliente - Oh mira sus malditas caras - eran como 15 infantes ahora huérfanos, esa toma salvó sus traseros por la mala calidad de su vídeo. - Owww creo que jissou-chan quiere llorar~- se burló de los traumados menores el amigo de Kevin.

    Kevin saltó hacia ellos en el momento exacto en que se cortaba de nuevo el vídeo.

    - Vamos Kevin- anime al niño desconocido.

    Corte.

    Regresamos a la cocina-....después de haberlos curado con sólo pure de manzana les quitamos las ropas y cortamos sus cabellos - dijo la chef una tras otra de las niñas caían en el tazón con harina desmayadas en trauma - maten y tiren a las jissou que reaccionaron y no olviden ponerle sal a la cacerola.

    Nuestros pobres idiotas consentidos estaban petrificados en sus lugares algunos no despegaban sus ojos de la pantalla como para actuar, sus mentes asimilaban la verdadera violencia por primera vez en sus vidas, algunos nos veían consternados y confundidos, las secuencias de muerte, hambre y tortura de sus congéneres más famosas y de las pobres con pequeños bebés que cuidar, tenían en conjunto un efecto hipnótico.
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    Mamá Yume apareció de nuevo, ella sorbia entusiasmada los intestinos rosas medio cocidos de una de las quitillizas-pulgar como si fuera delicioso ramen, saboreaba y tragaba, nuestro público experimento sus primeras escenas de canibalismo jo jo - Rayos mamá Yume sólo te que dejamos sin comida por dos días y ¡Ahora te comes a tus hijas! - se burló el camarógrafo, la madre se abalanzó a la cámara como bestía furiosa.

    La secuencia de imágenes y de fragmentos de cada una de las torturas aplicadas a las idol jissou pasaban cada vez más rápido y la música era más aguda y desesperada, deformada en unas estrofas que helaban los nervios de las mascotas se abrazaban entre sí cubriendo sus rostros en los pechos de los mayores, trataban de cubrir sus oídos y ojos en pánico total.

    Corte.

    La banda mecanica de selección de jissou, de comida a mascotas, era llamada así esa cosa donde ponen a las madres a dar a luz sin parar como jornada diaria mientras seleccionaban automáticamente los de calidad de los defectuosos - Miren sus hermanos retrasados más hermosos- un trabajador con cubre bocas mostraba jissous con malformaciones asquerosas y horribles, al final de cada saco vacío que se volvia la madre veíamos el famoso procesador de croquetas trozando el cuerpo semi-vivo y a los deformes en procesador procesador volviendose pasta líquida, hasta el final de su empacado y distribucion muchos jissou inspeccionaron con miedo los dulces que tenían en su regazos algunos se pusieron azules.

    - Les dije que conocerian a sus ídolos- comentó lo suficientemente fuerte Watanabe como para que el público escuchara vi como algunos gusanos expulsaban caca como metrallas sin control del en la manta sus hermanas tapaban sus orificios pero estaban muy consternados para buscar papel higiénico.

    - ¡Para maggot-chan!-
    -¡Repiiii repipipi! - sus ojos giraban con daño cerebral.

    Una madre con accesorio de flor en su oreja oculto a sus bebés con los mismos prendedores pero de diferentes colores bajo su falda quienes temblaban abrazando las piernas de su madre aún podían escuchar pero al menos no ver.

    Corte.
    -Ahora cortamos a todos los gusanos semicongelados -*chop* *chop* *chop*

    Los gusanos tamaño papa , vomitaron vi como expulsaban su almuerzo y sangre, sus ojos grises, su cuerpo se agitaban vomitando y cagando del trauma casi inmediato, sus cerebros y corazones explotaron en corto circuito dentro de ellos del terror sus anos se botaban con un pedazo de intestino . Otros gusanos de las demas familia les siguieron.

    Regresamos a las cámaras vigilancia estilo militar.

    - ¡¡¡Fuego!!!- como una sinfonía de balas y explosiones vimos los "sectores" de cada cámara vigilancia ser aniquilados de forma sistemática pero con mucha diversión visual muchos ángulos de múltiples masacres.Subí el volumen.

    Corte.

    Kevin ponía una gota de colorante rojo a una de las pequeñas niñas, se retorcia en su palma mientras se inflaba sacaba su lengua y lágrimas, su cuerpo no aguantaría, mientras que atrás en el fondo su amigo daba apuñaladas a los demás pequeños de la familia.

    Corte.

    Cuerpos flotando en una cacerola llena de vegetales y camarones.

    Corte.

    Usagi entraba a un ring desnuda muy malherido, cabello sucio y demacrada llena de, hematomas, cicatrices, y chichones, muchos espectadores bien vestido alrededor, ella rogaba piedad y ayuda o que al menos no soltaran al cachorrito ¡Un maldito perro pitbull! este precipitó contra ella dando mordidas al azar azotaba su cuerpo y lo agitaba de un lado a otro.

    Corte.

    La decadencia de un hogar jissou que recurrió al canibalismo apenas el bebé salía del ano-vagina el bebé era recibido por una orda de hermanas más grandes mordiendo y despedazando su nuevo cuerpo, como zombies.

    Corte.

    Jissou clase alta comiendo heces de su toilet costoso.

    Corte.

    -Come on mister Kurouzu!- una muchedumbre de soldados americanos rodeaban al dueño de la compañía, el Capitán Sanders y dios de sus vidas de estas bestias, el modelo perfecto de dueño y maestro el viejo bonachón usaba uniforme y en las manos una especie de lanzallamas super moderno de esos que lanzan líquido caliente - ¡Try this baby!- ¿recuerdan a la pobre Usagi?

    - ¡Muere pequeña mierda!- el anciano grito como vikingo apuntando al cuerpo maltratado de la mascota de su compañía, sus ojos iluminados con las llamas pero con ese brillo que solo los abusadores reconocemos, el perro pitbull había dejado su presa medio viva después de que su piel sese volviese amarga y su excremento demasiado asqueroso incluso para el perro.

    -Debió vivir muy bien para recibir semejante muerte - dije sin rodeos Polly se reincorporó confundida en los últimos minutos.

    Otro corte y al parecer el final, ahora salía confeti, el elgante señor Kurouzu estrechandose las manos con un tipo rubio, con bermudas y sandalias (Si, efectivamente tenía pinta de productor porno) ante un público firmaban un acuerdo y partían un grotesco pastel en forma de jissouseki.¡El nacimiento de una gran idea!

    La madre que ocultaba a sus hijos debajo de sus vestidos cagó de una forma tan repulsiva encima de sus pequeños que estos erán arrastrándos en una corriente de diarrea y pestilencia, los pulgares estaban cubiertos en excrementos verdes, dejaban un rastro mientras caminaban lejos del mal olor y quitaban la suciedad de sus cabellos.

    FIN

    -¡¡¡BRAVOOO!!!- Watanabe se levantó en éxtasis aplaudiendo yo lo imite con menos entusiasmo pero valió la pena prendí las luces con una sonrisa en el rostro y sobre la manta vimos a los primeros muertos.

    - Ohhh que les pasó a los pequeñitos ¿Se durmieron?- levanté de la cola una larva, lengua colgando bien muerto y frío , los jissou dieron pasos atrás lejos de mi- ¿Se perderán las sorpresas?- actuando tristeza y como si nada hubiera pasado hice un puchero todos nos miraban buscando respuestas confundidas y asustadas.
    Los que habían visto los tortuosos 3 minutos de video de tortura psicológica se abrazaban entre sí, su anatomía no les permitía cubrir sus ojos u orejas sus muñones eran muy cortos, algunos eran bultos temblando bajo la manta.

    - Hermana levantate que te sucede techyuaaa~ - Los adolescentes y pulgares más grandes agitaban los cuerpos en confusión de un su mayoría larvas tal vez no sabían como era la muerte.

    - ¡¡Maggot-chan rechuaa!!! - muchas madres lloraban desconsolada a los pies de sus niñas algunas se alejaban del vómito y de las heces, pero algunas sabían lo que sucedía a sus fríos hijos, sólo querían evitarle más dolor a sus bebés con la noticias.

    La madre religiosa se adelantó entre muchedumbre con su familia en sus manos -¡¿Qué es esto dios mio?! es horrible, ¿Porque desu?- se arrodilló como buen mártir con el cuerpo de sus dos hijas thumb-chans y los gusanos con adorables trajes sacros, muchos conocían vagamente el significado de la muerte, sus mentes inocentes e intocables no lo aceptaban.

    - Mmmmm ya veo Ok es hora de jugar simón dice - como si nada ignore las súplicas y gemidos de dolor en búsqueda de respuestas, mire a la madre en una pila de sus heces - ¡Qué asquerosa eres!- señale a la madre ella estaba congelada -¿¡Cómo puedes hacerle eso a tus hijos?!- sus orejas se sonrojaron y trató de cubrirse -¡Hueles horrible!- todos la observaron bien y se alejaron.

    - ¿¡Cuál es tu nombre?!- grito Watanabe.
    - M-Mikuru- chan d-desu~-dijo con un hilo de voz.

    Movió su cabeza en confusión todos estaban demasiado sensibles para asimilar el vídeo todavia todos la miraban acusadores, sus niñas se abrazaban con el rostro pegajoso en vano habían tratado de quitarse la mierda bien contenida.

    - ¡Mamá ensuciarme techii!-
    - ¿Porque mamá teee..-
    -Mi hermoso vestido techaaa-
    -Mamá bañame techii- gimoteo y lloro - ¡Bañame TECHAA!

    - ¡Jissou-chan no me hables asi soy tu mama desu!- regaño la humillada madre y giro a verme llena de rabia creciente las venas de su frente se hincharon.- ¡ES SU CULPA DESU!- grito la avergonzada madre hacia mi - ¡TU HACERME VER COSAS DESHA!

    - Una buena jissou no hace fuera del contenedor ¡Tu eres una callejera! Ninguna buena niña le grita a una maestra la regañe- Ok ahora continuemos Simón dice...todas las jissou sucias y dormidas se quedan en la manta como castigo - continúe con el grotesco juego las que pudieron contener sus estómagos salieron de prisa de la manta.

    - Mami tengo miedo techii - una desafortunada adolescente tembló su madre la tomaba de las manos - fue un pequeño accidente teee teee~-
    - No gustarme este castigo rechii-
    - Donde esta el maestro repyeeen~-
    - ¡Pero no podemos ahora jugar desu! - las madres eran las que más dolor de cabeza daban - ¡Los niños necesitan ayuda desu!
    - ¡Silencio! Mi turno Simón dice...regañar a sus hijas y hermanas con palabras prohibidas - Watanabe dijo todas se quedaron atónitas. - nada de tocarlas tampoco.
    - ¿De? ¡No podemos hacer eso desu!-
    - No quiero jugar rechuaaa-
    - No maggot-chan no puedes salir techii-
    - Yo oler mal refeee, ¡déjame rehu!-
    - ¿Siguen desobedeciendonos? ¡Bien! Nos han obligado a tomar medidas mas drásticas - los mas pequeños no podían entender la palabra pero sonaba terrible- Simón dice...comer su caca ¡YA!- se quedaron perplejas.
    - ¡No eso es sucio rechi!-
    - ¡Popo no comida refu!-
    Yo negué con la cabeza- tal vez tenías razon Watanabe tal vez ellas no merecen el perdón de el señor Kurouzu-
    Mikuru se arrastró cargando sus bragas blancas con mierda- ¡ESTO NO ES JUSTO! MENTIR SOLO SOMOS UNA INDEFENSA FAMIL...- se acercó enfadada hasta use vio una de sus hijas empezó a lamerse las manos con su mierda- ¡NO HACER ESO JISSUO-CHAN!

    - ¡Pero quiero bañarme mamá!- sus hermanas y otros la imitaron con caras contraidas en asco otro se arqueaban conteniendo el vómito pero seguían consumiendo las excreción en la que su mamá las baño.

    - Muy bien escuchen apestosas y asquerosas niñas idotas cara de culo- todos se estremecieron en la habitación pero por ahora sabían que era parte del castigo unas se veían enojadas - El señor Kurouzu perdonará sus vidas si hacen lo que les decimos hijas de puta-

    - ¡Mikuru y sus hijas son f-feas desu!
    - ¡Ya no ser amigas rechi!-
    - ¡Hermana mierda refu!-
    -¡Nunca gustarme techu!~-
    -Mikuru comer mierda depupu~

    Mikuru saco los dientes hacia nosotros y a su "familia" la mierda era mucha ¿Donde almacenaban tanto? era como si hubiera saltado sobre una montaña de estiércol que le impedía moverse - ¡¡MALDITA MUJER DESHAAA!! ella intentó caminar rápido, ya moviendo sus brazos para golpearme era patético pero sus bragas ex-pulcras se rompieron del peso haciéndola caer de espaldas *SPLAT* su cuerpo se desplomó contra un grupo de gusanos y dos de sus hijas.

    - Oh dios mio...¡ahora has matado a tus hijos! - la tome de su enorme cabeza para que todas vieran el desastre sanguinario y verde, ella luchó contra las lágrimas y se arrodilló en los restos - ¡Lo sabía eres mala!- todas insultaron enérgicas a la ahora asesina madre.

    - ¡Mis pequeñas hijas tepyaai! - grito la madre joven de las larvas.
    - ¡¡Detener esto por favor techii!-
    -¿Qué dices Polly-chan? ¿Estas segura? Esta bien- me dirigí a todas las restantes bestias - Polly-chan dice "Simón dice...matar a todas las jissou sucias!"
    - Te? YO NO DECIR ESO TECHIII!!- Pero era demasiado tarde Watanabe cogio la manta donde estaban todas las jissou castigadas y muertas, encerradolas en una especie de costal y lo estrello contra la pared.
    Cada golpe eran gritos fuertes al principio hasta volverse más apagados con cada golpe.
    -Listo, Polly-chan como tu ordenaste- cantó Watanabe limpiando su frente , hacia el jissou pelirrojo que veía impotente desde su lugar en la mesa, abajo sus amigas y tías jissou aun aturdidas se acercaron a la manta, escurria sangre y líquido acuoso verde.
    -¿ O-Onee-chan? Teee.. -
    - ¿ Mikuru re-resun?
    -¡Hija mía háblame desu!- levantaron una orilla de la manta-costal y vieron el horror de miembros impactados algunos aún se retorcian con sus cuerpos desformados en una masa de órganos, materia gris , vómitos y demás, los accesorios de la familia dede Mikuru se veían por ahí, todos gritaron a todo pulmón y huyeron a ocultarse.

    -¡¡Corran jissou-chans corran desu!!!!
    - ¡El señor y la señora se volvieron locos deshaaaa!-
    - No salgas maggot-chan hombre y mujer malos techi- susurraban en su escondites aparentemente ocultos de los humanos que habían prometido hogares y vidas mejores estos les traicionaron.La desesperación las hizo correr en todas direcciones unas eran demasiado grandes para por ser esconderse detrás de los muebles.

    - Vamos a tirarlas a la calle embarazadas muajaja-

    - ¡No nos dejen refuuu!- las larvas gritaban a sus hermanas su locomoción lenta no podía alejarlos rápido de los monstruos que nos habiamos convertido - ¡Cargarme! miedo refeee- se giraban con ese mismo miedo al vernos, muchos detenidos en shock abrazando sus propias colas - ¡Llevame refu! - lloraba a cada jissou que pasaba - ¡Hermana refeee! -se arrastró hacia una niña con lágrimas de esperanza ell recogía a las larvas del mismo color que su vestido - Ayuda...-

    - ¡Tu no eres mío techaagrr- le gruño al bebé.
    -Re? Miedo rehuuuu - se alejó.

    Al parecer el estrés y los ruidos fuertes habian sacado la verdadera naturaleza de los jissou nada de amor y tolerancia, en este creciente infierno lo mejor era salvar a sus preferidos.

    -Mira esa tiene los ojos verdes- le susurro a mi compañero era una adolescente disfrazada con uno de esos uniformes escolares japoneses, sería en algún momento nuestro objetivo, estaba escondida detrás del piano, dejamos a todos ocultarse igual no tenían a donde ir con la puerta cerrada, pero era hora de la "cajita feliz" era tiempo de dejar que sus mentes se prepararán para algo peor. Algunas pude contenerlas para amarrarlas con cadenas de perro y sujetarlas a las patas de la mesa del terrario.

    - ¡Sueltenme por favor techuwaa!- todas se empujaban en circulos y se erredaban con sus propias ataduras corriendo en círculos, pateando, enredando los listones , collares y empujandose una incluso comenzaba a asfixiarse del enredo.

    -¿Se que recibiste nuestra carta de aceptación para sera una idol del señor Kurouzu ¿No es así? damela para firmarla he irnos ahora- dijo como si nada pasara Watanabe, yo por lo mientras avente el cenicero con la plasta seca de ninjas jissou al centro de habitación ahora vacía pero sabía que los jissou estaban atentos de nuestros movimientos en sus escondites.

    -¡¡TECHAAA!!!- grito la niña siendo lanzada con su cuerpo inmovilizado e imposibilitado en su oportunidad de protegerse se destrozó junto con el cenicero milagrosamente estaban vivos pero todos vomitaban ¡Oh espera unos cuántos murieron de un derrame cerebral o infarto! Ahora todos podían reconocer a sus amigas miniatura ninja ¡eran las favoritas de todos!

    - ¡S-Si señor hombre!- dijo Polly tembló arrugando su carta con el logo de la empresa contra su pecho - ¡Pero ya no lo quiero techi! - se contenía con tal de salvar su pellejo.

    -¿Oh? Pero no sería injusto para tus demás amigas que no ganaron ¿No es así Molly y Milly? - Las susodichas se asomaron de su escondite , eran las niñas de vestido terciopelo fueron 2do y 3er lugar para ganar el supuesto "idol nacional" que obvio era una mentira el negó con su cabeza decepcionado y fingió pensar -Qué egoísta - tomo a las adolescentes - ¿Tienen algo que decirle chicas?- las colocó sobre la mesa.

    - ¡¡L-Lo siento señor pero no quiero ser un idol jissou techii!!- parecía al borde del pánico era obvio después de ver semejante masacre.

    - Dime Polly- chan ¿Si te dijera que hay una prueba para que no te suceda lo mismo que Usagi-chan?- pusimos la caja feliz sobre la mesa - ¿Lo aceptas?-

    -Todo es tu culpa depupu- gruño Milly golpeando con su elegante bolsa de mano.

    - ¡¡Tu nunca caerme bien deshaaa!! -comenzó a patear Molly a Polly que estaba acurrucada en posición fetal.

    - No pegarme más por favor lo siento tegyaaaa~- un tirón en su cabello la obligó enderezarse - ¡Yo no hacer nada techaaa!- sus rivales vaya quefa se estaban descargando.

    - ¿Qué dices Polly-chan? Todo esto es tu culpa.- dije
    -Solo debes de ser cachonda con Pene-Jissou- dijo Watanabe.

    - ¿T-Te? - revelamos la "cajita feliz" un pene jissou casi igual de grotesco como el que violó a Usagi, ella gimoteo y limpiar sus lágrimas.

    - Deberás tomar todo de el- Watanabe dijo sin más -Es tu regalo sorpresa.

    - ¡No puedo!- aun trataba de huir de los golpes y mordidas de Milly y Molly muertas de coraje acumulado y envidia , rompían su ropa como escena sangrienta de la Cenicienta.

    - ¡Posición sexy jissou!- ordenó a todo pulmón Watanabe- ¡Si es que quieres salvar a tus amigas! - abrió la caja donde estaba el lleno de hormonas e intento de macho de una especie, y lo tomo de sus sucios flecos de la nuca para que no terminará sucumbiendo a sus instintos y terminando con la diversión bastante rápido.

    - ¡No me obliguen techiiiiaaan! - la presión de todos en la habitación sobre ella se acumuló en su cuerpo inocente lentamente sin alternativa, Milly y Molly en una esquina sedientas de sangre y los ojos de su familia abajo contaban con ella - Tengo que conservar mi inocencia a mi maestro - hizo un último intento derrotada después de un rato se desvistio roja de vergüenza, Polly se colocaba en su posición de "sexy jissou" ofreciendo su entrada limpia entrada, algo raro es después de ver mucha violencia alrededor, el jissou callejero con miembro descomunal jadeo.

    - JIssou-samaaaaa- jadeo con excitación poco contenida, se agitaba para liberarse y penetrarla rápido.

    - E-Es enorme se-señor - resignada dijo polly repitiendo las palabras favoritas del señor hombre que le había enseñado jissou-sensei ¡Oh pobre estúpida! - Sea g-gentil conmigo te-te-techuun~- la niña dudaba al ver la erección imposible de penetrar su útero sin lastimar, pero ella no dejaba su posición no quería el mismo destino que su ídolo Usagi ¡ella podía! soltamos al macho que empujó su miembro, primero rompió su vagina-ano, partiendo los labios, luego los cartílagos de su cadera, ¡ella era la mejor! lágrimas orgullosas y felices se asomaban en la orilla de sus ojos -P-Polly-chan es una...buena...niña te...chiiii- fueron sus últimas palabras mientras la cabeza del miembro salia por su boca, sus miembros quedaron flacidos y sus ojos se apagaron sabiendo la verdad de su destino muy tarde ¿ Eso era su cristal saliendo de su oreja? Lo tome entre mis dedos, según si mantenía la intocable gema aún seguían en un sufrimiento terrible, era como su complejo sistema nervioso o alma.

    - Jissou-sama es tan apretadaaaa dezuZUU!!!- la mandíbula se rompió y dio paso a su miembro al ahora canal vacío que se había vuelto Polly, en un vaivén machaco sus órganos hasta convertirla en un pedazo de juguete sexual semivivo.

    Increíblemente Milly y Molly bajaron sus bragas ante el enorme y retrasado jissou, su sentido de competencia y hedonismo extremo se mezcló con su estupidece natural.

    - ¡Y-Yo puedo hacerlo mejor que la estúpida Polly! Vamos señorghh ¡¡AHHHH!!- no pudo decir mas cuando su cuerpo se empalo junto con el de su antigua competencia, la sobreviviente de vestido terciopelo café trató de huir pero cayó estrepitosamente contra el suelo seguido del falo-jissou que ahora la seguía sediento de sexo la aplasto, sus ojos se botaron de sus cuentas y quedó como estampilla el enfermo sexual se reincorporó olfateo el aire y dio unas lamidas del cadaver Molly.

    - Jissou-sama ven aquí deZUUU- las jissou que no pudieron entrar a los espacios pequeños de la sala fueron las primeras víctimas de la violación masiva , penetradas hasta la muerte y sus hermanas escondidas en primera fila sólo viendo , un maggot tamaño papa sobreviviente cayó en sus lujuriosas manos-Vientre suave y esponjoso frotar¿Re? ¡REHU! ¡REHUUUU! - lloro un infierno y grito arduamente hasta que sus pulmones quemaron cuando su pequeña entrada se estiró hasta romper su vientre, empujó su estomago, pulmones y luego exploto semen que expulso su cabeza como cohete contra la pared con dibujos el orgullo de sus creadores ahora salpicados en semen, sangre y cerebro.

    -¡¡Señorita veame desu!!-

    - ¿Otra vez tu? - la jissou religiosa salió de su escondite tenía una voluntad ciega y ridícula de lo que era compasion - Hay que admitir que tienes bolas o eres muy pendeja- tenían una repulsion particular por los religiosos. Ningún animal cree en algo ¿Oh si?

    - Tenga piedad por estos niños - sus hijas sobrantes disfrazadas de monja temblaban no muy convencidas de mi piedad o estar cerca de mi había rastros verdes en sus ropas, había un trío más uniformados, un policía , vaquero y un hada, que creían en esta versión china de Teresa de Calcuta - Ellos son criaturas de dios no debería maltratar hermosas criaturas como nosotras desu~- aparentaba calma convencida del poder de sus palabras, gire mis ojos al oír tal idiotez - Comete un pecado horrible desuuun- tomo su rostro muchas se asomaron a ver el intento de misa - ¡Va ir al infierno desu! -levanté mi mano callandola ya tenia suficiente de su mierda.

    -Tienes toda la razón ¡Soy un monstruo! -me arrodille ante las niñas acerqué mi mano ellas, crispados pero se relajaron bajo mi toque cuando acaricie sus flecos con cuidado y palmee sus cabezas, ellas volvieron a sonreírme - ¿Podrás perdonarme? -

    Magda tomo su bonito y brillante collar con forma extraña -¡Si desu! la perdono- dijo, si existía magia en su lindo collar como había dicho su maestro podía con el poder de su bondad hacer que señora mujer hacer lo que ella quisiera -Dechuuuu~- se sonrojo feliz.

    *CRACK*

    Mi dedo índice y mi pulgar aplastaron la cabeza de la niña - DIOS- NO- EXISTE -PERRA- IDIOTA- con cada palabra repetí mi aplastamiento de los demás cráneos.

    *CRACK*CRACK*CRACK*CRACK*

    - Te!te!Te!...teerurghIr..-
    - Acrgh...mamaaa...techaagh-
    - Puputepupu..Tee-
    -Reeee¡¡chichichi!-

    De sus orejas escurria materia gris y sangre multicolor, una se balanceo en sus pies grotescamente bailando por el daño cerebral, y con balbuceos intentando hablar con los ojos desorbitados y lengua de fuera había una sonrisa congelada en su rostro, el policía se convulsiona en el suelo, el hada y el vaquero cayeron de espaldas temblando como vibrador y otra sólo dio su último estática como zombie respiro con ojos grises llenos de traición y tristeza hacia su madre desplomandose en su espalda y dando una explosiva descarga de caca en sus hábitos.

    - ¡PO-PORQUE ESTA CRUELDAD DESHAAAAA!- la madre mártir azul agónizo pensó que esto era un buen plan.

    - ¡Porque no existe ningún dios, al menos no para ustedes!- solté una patada en su rostro que su crucifijo en su cuello se clavo en su boca abierta penetrando dolorosamente en su paladar su cuerpo azotó contra la pared cerca de la madre con embarazo de emergencia está sostenía su barriga con dolor , un grupo apilado en pirámide de niños y gusanos intentaban alcanzar la perilla de la puerta mientras estábamos distraidos - ¡Watanabe!- comenzaron desbloquear el seguro.

    - ¡No tan rápido! - en un arranque violento el japonés dejo caer el mueble de dos metros donde se encontraban los acuarios y hogares de las mascotas, muchos que corrían a ayudar a escapar fueron aplastados en proceso.

    - ¡Rápido onee-chan debemos buscar ayuda techaaa! -
    - ¡Hermana regresa yo débil refiii!

    ¡CRASH! El impacto del mueble retumba en todo el suelo que hace caer a los entrepidos escapistas sobre los escombros de sus casas, incluso los que estaban debajo del mueble huyeron de su escondite - ¡¡CHUWAA!! -Las tuberías explotaron y el vidrio de los contenedores, unos cayeron en el filo atravesados, sus cuerpos azotaban en los restos de sus pertenencias había menos sobrevivientes.

    - ¡¡Mi hermosa casa!! ORORORON-
    - ¡No me pise señorita replbluaarrrgh...-

    Muchos se acercaron a los escombros buscando sus pertenencias , como las pequeñas mierdas superficiales que eran, sacamos un bidón y regamos líquido sobre el siniestro.

    - ¡Puagh sabe mal refu!- escupian la mezcla con fuerte sabor.
    - Cough cough queemaa rechaaa-
    - ¡Arde techii!- los rasguños en el frenesi de salvar sus vidas quemaban - ¿Qué esto techaaa?-

    - Gasolina- el japonés lanzó una cerilla y las llamas se extendieron en sus preciadas pertenencias, juguetes, camas y vestidos, cosas que ellas amaron toda la vida y después el fuego llegó a sus vestidos.

    - ¡¡¡KYAAAAA ME QUEMO RECHYAAAAA!!! -como pequeñas bolas de fuego las niñas corrieron en busca de agua o a su madre por al menos alguien que las ayudarán pero todos se alejaban ldel peligro pero no había donde correr los niños abandonados morían de miedo o eran violados hasta la muerte - ¡¡MAMAAAAA!!

    Watanabe destruyó el columpio frente a un grupo espantado casi hasta la muerte en una esquina de su antes zona de juego, donde habían sido felices tantas veces, apretados viendo su juguete preferido, el que los hacia volar - Nosotros somos sus creadores ¡Sus dioses! -los desgraciados trataban de cubrir más sus cuerpos o esconderse más adentro del bul
    to de cuerpos, cagaban sin control con pucheros y lágrimas veían sus pertenencias quemarse y a su familia morir unos quedaron en medio de la hoguera , miraban hacia todos lados sin escapatoria, unos gusanos nos veían enojados pero igual cagados y llorando, otros trataban de perforar la pared con juguetesde plastico, histeria por todos lados, el varón improviso unos crucifijos con los cuerpos aplastados por mis dedos momentos antes y los colocó frente a la madre moribunda pero aún viva por mi patada su cruzcuerpo mágica le impedía hablar- Tenemos derecho en matarlos, comerlos y ser felices con eso - ella veía horrorizada - Es la verdad, no valen nada y el paraíso no existe ni existira para ustedes.

    ¿Alguna vez han visto como mueren cuando explota su cristal? Es un buen maldito show, abrace a mi pareja por la cintura, que extraña y divertida cita.

    - No, no, no, nonono NOOOOOOOOOO - gritaron, en vano se cubrieron con sus muñones y las larvas entre sus cuerpos pero nada evitó morir con nuestras patadas embarrandolas contra la pared.

    La adolescente cerca nuestro entró en trabajo de parto aun detrás del piano, la muy tonta pensaba que no la veíamos, como su primer embarazo a la desafortunada el dolor la inmovilizo.

    -DezuZuuu~-

    La joven madre se estremeció ante el sonido y se puso azul cuando el piano fue lanzado lejos ahí estaba el descomunal miembro casi tan grande como su dueño y ella abierta de piernas, los salvajemente abiertos cuerpos de Polly, Molly y Milly y otros decoraban su pene , ¡aun sus niñas estaban adentro! pujo más fuerte ante el horror tenía esperanzas de que sus niñas aún no nacidas huyeran, palidecio cuando el macho acercó su miembro a sus partes íntimas su primera bebé salía.

    -Tettere~ Eh!? IIIAAAAA!!! -

    -¡JISSOU-SAMAAAA!- la bebé regresó al canal materno con un miembro empujando su cuerpo salvajemente ,su tierno rostro y en contra sus hermanas que esperaban su turno para nacer, la madre con traje de colegiala grito gruturalmente, las embestidas destruyeron dentro su vientre con sus bebés volviéndolos una masa muerta sin forma , el eyaculo y ella vómito los restos de sus niños, aún vivía , sus ojos eran grises y traumatizados tocia mientras se ahogaba.

    Un espectáculo bellamente cruel, sin ideas y menos víctimas me limite a tomarlos y crujir sus cuerpos y dejarlos caer aún vivos, los pisaba para ver que forma tomaban bajo mi zapato, o gritaba en sus cabezas hasta que explotaran, vi a Watanabe un poco más extasiado que yo, pero la habitación se comenzaba a llenar de humo teniamos que pausar nuestra diversión y apagar las llamas ¿ Dónde estaba el extintor? O podríamos abrir las ventanas - ¿¡Qué haces?!- lanzó la manta en el fuego avivando la hoguera pero ahora cada vez el lugar se volvía una camara de gas había humo negro - ¡Tenemos que salir!- jissous trepaban en mi.
    pierna buscando salvación.

    -¡Descuida los bomberos están por llegar! - Me respondió su voz con un poco locura y yo solo me limite a cargarlo fuera de la habitación, los niños sobrevivientes y los que estaban en llamas nos siguieron detrás sólo para que azotara las puertas en sus narices dejándolos en el infierno.

    - ¡¡SALVENME TEGYAAA!!- los pocos sobrevivientes golpeaban la puerta o empujaban a los más pequeños por debajo de ella pero sólo conseguían aplastarlos contra su voluntad volviéndose pasta verde y las ventanas eran demasiado altas -Yo no poder entrar hermana..Reehuiiigh!!!- el agua del terrario era su única salvación pero también era demasiada alta y el señor cruel y malvado rompió su pequeña escalera, muchos saltaban alrededor pero era como llegar a la parte más alta de una casa de un salto, trataban de escalar pero sus inutiles muñones las hacían resbalar o lanzaban a los pequeños - ¡maggot-chan eres nuestra esperanza techi! -que sólo se estrellaban o caían en el agua sólo para ahogarlos, -Refuuuuhhhh!!!- volaban con la lengua afuera, lagrimas y dejando su caca salir *splash* Reglubglub- se agitaban llenando sus pulmones con agua y los más afortunados gusanos que aterrizaban en tierra firme o vegetacion sólo corrían a esconderse dentro de las casas.

    - ¡Debemos salvar a los demás animales!-
    - Descuida dejaré la puerta de la tienda abierta-
    - ¿¡Te has vuelto loco?!- lo sacudi- ¿Qué acaso no es tu tienda?- el negó con la cabeza yo me quedé petrificada.
    -Mi hermano merece esto- me tomo de la mano fuera del lugar - Tenemos que irnos rápido antes que la alarma suene- corrimos yo con un nudo lleno de miedo al no saber las consecuencias de nuestros crimenes, pero no tenia otra opción montamos la moto y dejamos el local incendiarse.

    Con los cadáveres y algunas cosas aun sin quemarse un grupo pudo abrir la puerta corrieron escaleras arriba para buscar a Jissou-sensei o al Señor maestro.

    *****

    - Entonces tu hermano se robo a tu prometida, que tú papa no aprobaba y ahora están en su luna de miel - el asintió - Ya veo ¿Seguro que no estamos en problemas? - Me importaban poco sus problemas amorosos yo temia ser encarcelada en un país extranjero por su estúpida venganza.
    -Mi hermano y yo nos amamos- dijo sincero - te lo aseguró lo entenderá suena extraño pero siente culpa de haberse enamorado de mi novia estará estúpidamente furioso conmigo al principio - dio un sorbo a su cerveza parecía relajado, ahora estábamos en su afuera de su verdadera casa que también servía de tienda de mascotas habíamos fumado marihuana el prefería usar a los callejeros que gastar en tonterías como un minirefrigerador de 50 dólares por un ánimal que apenas sobrevivirá 1 año ¡dios bendito pude fumar hierba en un país extranjero! - Cuando éramos niños encontramos múltiples frascos enterrados en nuestro antiguo jardín en Kyoto cada uno era un tesoro, el antiguo dueño era obvio un abusador, había toda clase de estos animales, muertos, vivos, momias, etc. De ahí nuestra afición.

    - ¿Maestro? ¡Maestrooo! Desuu- alguien interrumpió nuestra plática tomo al adefesio que se acercó a nosotros desde el parque, puso sus manos en su boca triangular evitando tocar sus labios con la bestia asquerosa y expulsó el humo del cannabis, la pusimos en medio de nosotros y esperamos su reacción.

    - ¿Qué hacemos con ella?-

    *****

    Entre la bruma del alcohol, la droga y otro lote de jisousekis torturados en el parque finalizamos una cita divertida, nos besamos y chocamos contra las paredes del tienda, el hombre empujaba mi cuerpo contra el sillón pero yo no queria - ¡Espera, espera podemos escoger ahora las mascotas de tu tío- el dijo.

    - Olvida eso, vayamos a tu habitación - dije ansiosa pasamos por una puerta detrás del mostrador el casi me tira fuera de su habitación apenas prendí la luz - Ohhh- miles de figuras de un solo personaje de un anime que no conocía abarrotaban como plaga su cuarto.

    - ¿La conoces? - primera vez que lo veía, avergonzado yo negué no me gustaba mucho el anime y sonreí sin malicia cada quien tenía sus gustos o colecciones compulsivas creo.
    - ¿Eso es bueno? - le pregunte
    -Perfecto - caímos en la cama.
    - Son unos malditos extraños ustedes los japoneses-
    - Calla, ustedes también son unos malditos raros-

    Detrás de un hoyo mágico en la pared los veían una familia en particular de 4 integrantes.

    *****

    Ha pasado tiempo desde que le entregue sus regalos desde Japón a mis primos veamos como siguen. El señor Ono me hizo una invitación a susu hogar tenía algo.importante que decirme al parecer.

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    I had problems at the beginning with the translation but it's good material.
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    When will this story continue? It's been far too long!
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    Can someone reupload that archive ? I missed it by a couple years…
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    Sleep well, little Jissou!

    By Pistol, Edited by REd

    A couple of weeks back, I found myself at a bit of a loose end. It was coming up to year end at the company where I worked and I’d been informed that I had a few days holiday still outstanding. At my company the policy with holiday is ‘use it or lose it’; they don’t let you carry days over to the next year.

    Faced with several days of unanticipated holiday, I did what I normally do in these situations – I hung around my apartment, watching TV and drinking too much. After a couple of days of this, I finally decided to leave the apartment and get some fresh air. I strolled around town for an hour, feeling hungover and generally irritated with life. I avoided the town centre, not being in the mood for crowds and eventually ended up in one of the town parks.

    Sitting on a park bench, I began to feel a little better. Then I became aware of sound and movement on the ground close by the bench. I glanced round, expecting to see a squirrel or a pigeon scavenging among the litter for food. Instead, looking back up at me was a small, dumpy creature with mismatched eyes and a half-witted expression that immediately and irrationally made my hackles start to rise again. I was looking at a young Jissouseki, on the cusp of adulthood.

    Jissouseki are very odd little animals. Their biological oddities aside, they have a strange and powerful urge for human love and affection that scientists have never been able to explain. Rather less hard to explain are the human responses to this which tend to range from annoyance through to bloody murder. Jissouseki are just incredibly infuriating creatures. Their helplessness, incompetence and awful squeaking little voices transform the most mild-mannered people into raging sadists. I once saw a (normally shy and gentle) girl that I know kick a Jissouseki that had stumbled across her path so hard that the little cretin literally disintegrated in mid-air. I asked her later on why she’d behaved like that. “I don’t know,” she replied, rather embarrassed after the fact, “Those Jissouseki just seem to bring out the worst in people.”

    I turned my attention back to the Jissouseki and realised that it was attempting to communicate with me. (It’s high-pitched, needy voice had about the same effect on my hangover as fingernails down a blackboard.) “Mr Man! Mr Man! I’m hungry, dechi! Do you have food for me, dechi?” Its gormless little face was turned up to me, wearing a pleading expression that it probably thought was melting my heart as it spoke. “So hungry, dechi!”

    Before I had time to analyse what I was doing, I found myself kneeling on the ground and carefully reaching a hand out to the Jissouseki. To my faint surprise, I found that the creature was only too happy to be picked up and handled. “Oh! The nice human is taking me home, de?” It squeaked. I examined the little creature disinterestedly. It was somewhat smelly, it's tuft of hair on it's forehead looked partially torn, and it's green dress and bib were ragged. Still, it was surprisingly tidy and healthy for what was obviously a lone wild jissouseki.


    I carefully slipped it into my jacket pocket and set out towards home. As I walked I would occasionally give the jissouseki a reassuring pat on the head, eliciting a little squeak of pleasure each time.

    Back at my apartment, I set the jissouseki down on my kitchen table. The little creature peered around eagerly at what it assumed to be its new home, while I began to gather the equipment needed for what I had in mind. A screwdriver, a drinking straw, a garden trowel and an empty pickle jar. I set them down on the kitchen table too, the little jissouseki regarding them with interest. “What are those things for, Mr Man?” It squeaked.

    I didn’t answer it. I laid the pickle jar lid flat on the table and, holding it steady with one hand, punched a hole in it with the screwdriver. The loud bang caused the jissou to visibly jump and let out a squeal of shock. It hadn’t soiled itself yet, although I was sure that it would do very shortly.

    “That was scary, Mr M-“ I cut the jissouseki off in mid-complaint by picking it up and smoothly dropping it into the pickle jar. It fitted nicely, in much the same as a human would in a phone booth. The Jissouseki was confused and nervous now but didn’t start panicking seriously until I put the lid back on the jar, screwing it tightly shut.

    “Trapped! Trapped! Don’t like this game! Stop it desu!” The jissouseki was beating it’s stubby arms frantically against the glass walls imprisoning it, tears streaming down it’s cheeks. It was far too weak to break the glass of course, and as for the lid, forget it. I picked the jar up, along with the trowel and straw and headed outside again.

    I don’t have much of a garden, just a small patch of lawn which I mow whenever I remember to. It was quite sufficient for my current needs though. I set the jar down on the lawn, along with it’s whimpering occupant and began to dig into the ground with the trowel. In just a couple of minutes, I had a hole wide and deep enough to hold the pickle jar, which I promptly placed in there.

    I began filling the hole back up with soil, carefully packing it around the jar. With the jar almost covered I stopped to listen for a moment. The jissouseki was now just repeating one word over and over: “Dark! Dark! Dark!” I inserted the drinking straw into the hole in the lid that I’d made earlier and piled the rest of the soil over the jar.

    I sat back and admired my handiwork. The straw would ensure that the jissouseki would have a steady air supply for as long as it lived. (I could see the straw twitching noticeably; the jissouseki must have been thrashing around in a blind panic down there.) I wondered how long it would take the creature to starve, a week maybe? Assuming it didn’t drown in its own shit first. After having seen the frequency with which jissouseki defecate, that was a distinct possibility.

    Either way, I’d managed to kill a couple of hours and, I now noticed, my hangover had gone too! Now that was definitely worth a celebratory drink. I stood to go and said my farewells to my briefly owned new pet: “Sleep well, little jissou!”
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    Based on a comic strip by FLASH, written by Jessanonymous, and edited by REd

    "I hate this job. I hate my life." Said the man that worked a small convenience store that sat in the center of a busy intersection of the city that it was located in. Across the street was a 40-50 foot across circle of gravel and plant life. Well, it was more like an island in the middle of a tornado of traffic. Rumors say there's a cannibal tribe of jissouseki there, as its remote location is amidst speeding steel, and even abusers don't want to risk becoming roadkill like the small Jissouseki that attempt to escape being eaten by the other larger ones.

    It is a preferred hiding place for this tribe, as no one really needs to go there. The plant life residing on the gravel and sod is mostly oleander, and no city service objects requiring maintenance are on that plot of land. But I babble. We go back to the man in the convenience store that hates his life and job.

    "Hey, watch the counter I'm gonna go clean the bathroom." He called out to another worker that was busy with inventory and stock.

    "About time, it stinks in there. Don't forget the bleach." the other man answered and walked behind the counter to help a customer ring up their purchase.

    "Yeah, whatever." He got the mop, a bucket, and a bottle of industrial strength cleaner.

    Upon entering the bathroom, he heard the familiar chirps of 'techiiii!', from deep within one of the stalls.

    His breathing heightened and he felt tense, highly excited at the prospect of mangling a jissouseki. He was one of the ones that got a thrill from their pain and anguish, and sometimes masturbated during his torturing administrations. In fact, his hand had already snaked down his pants and started wiggling his joystick right there.

    He started to walk down the hall towards the stall where the chirping came from, and he heard them more clearly now.

    "Push mama, techa."

    "I want more sisters, techi!"

    "I am tired, desu."

    "what's that, techi?"

    "Someone is coming, techiin."

    "A human maybe, techi?"

    "Will he take us home, techa?"

    "No, desu! Run away while you can, desu!"

    He came to the stall and opened it. As usual, the mother Jissouseki was laying in the toilet and giving birth to her children in it with her back towards the drain. Two children were on either side of her, and two of them were lying in the toilet, their faces just above the water, freshly born and still encased in a greenish membrane, blissfully unaware of the danger. Another was being pushed out even as the man looked down upon them.

    "Human is tall, techu!" One of them stood on one foot, hand on cheek and head tilted with her tongue hanging out cutely, the other saying 'techaaaa.' and looking at him blankly.

    "Leave us alone, desu!" The mother had red tears flooding both cheeks and was visibly shaking, lips peeled back in a frightened frown. Part from the labor, the other part from her experience she's had with humans.

    "What do we have here?" He stooped down, taking on the face of a nice human. He reached out to pet one of her children on the head. It responded with panting and lifting up her skirt to reveal her white panties.

    "Taking us home, techii?"

    "We're cute and lovable, techu, we eat very little, techa!"

    The mother started to feel relieved at first, her lips almost cracking into a smile.

    "Maybe, but first I have to clean this toilet." He said, and pulls out the bottle of cleaner packed with chemicals that can dissolve almost any matter.

    "NO, D-DESUUUU!" The mother knew what he was going to do, and her face fell even more, baring teeth and trying to growl menacingly.

    He unscrewed the cap on the bottle and poured the majority into the water that the other three children were laying in, and immediately their skin turned purple and white, the chemicals dissolving their soft flesh immediately. Even their eyeballs started to melt. His other hand had been in his pants for a while, masturbating to the sight.

    "Mama, our sisters don't look so good, techi!"

    "What is that water, techa?"

    "M-m-m-my babies, desu!" She picked up one of the lifeless clumps of melting flesh and licked it futilely, as if thinking it would instantly revive. "DECHAAAA! My tongue burns, desu!"

    "Mama, what's wrong with sister, te-CHIIIIIIII!" She was suddenly grasped by the man, who dropped his pants to reveal his own meat.

    "Well, if you want more children I can help you make more!" He ripped the underwear off of the child in his hand, and positioned its vagina with his meat. In no time it was filled with his cream, squeaking with surprise. Her squirminess caused the rest of it to fly in every direction. Some in her eye, on her clothes, and even in her mouth. She coughed at the salty taste. The red eye of the child turned green as it went into pregnancy stages, green tears flooding its face. He then dropped the child back down where he grasped it, next to its mother. She reached out towards her pregnant child.

    "My child is too small to have babies, desu! She will die, desu!"

    "Mama….I feel funny, techii. Will I be a breeding Jissouseki, techiin?" Said the child rapturously as it lay on the floor covered in semen.

    He then picked up the other child, and pulled its hood down.

    "W-what are you doing, Mr Man? Will you make me a breeding jissouseki to-OOOIIICHI!" He pinched her head like a jelly filled donut, brain matter squirting out of her ears and nose, eyes crying uncontrollably and its mouth quivering as it loses control of its bodily functions, then set her down next to her mother.

    He then grabbed the one he impregnated, and it looked up at him with bright green hopeful eyes, and asked "Will I be master's lover, techuun?"

    The mother Jissouseki had began to climb out of the toilet, and stared in shock at her child that was now missing a brain. "Cruel, evil human, desu! Stop hurting my babies, desu!"

    "re….chu……te…….cha" The brain-damaged sister said, then staggered, and emptied its bowels into its white panties. It falls backwards, blood and brains sliding onto the floor, its panties bursting from the load.

    "Like I want a filthy animal for a lover, or even one that has my child!" He pulls out a box cutter, and the child in his hand screams out, flailing its limbs and finally shits itself as well, its panties overflowing as the box cutter severs her tiny arms like salami for a sandwich. Its teeth is clenched, face goes purple as it hisses a scream.

    "IT HURTS TECHIII! HELP ME MAMA TEGYAAAA!" She flails and flings semen and feces everywhere.

    "I will get you for this, desu! Cruel human, dejaaaaa!" Its face wrinkles into a snarl, the center of it beet red in anger, as she waddles towards the man.

    "Deeeeeee… chiiin…" the brain-damaged Jissou squeaks out, as it goes through it's final death throes.

    He then holds the jissou child by the head and slices it in half at the hips, then drops it near the brain damaged jissou.

    "Ma…ma….it hurts….te…..chaaaaaaa.." As it dies from shock and loss of blood and bowels.

    "Pay, desu! Die, desu!" Its face is still curled up in rage, face going purple as the man grabs its tuft of hair, hood and pigtails and pulls with all of his rage, ripping it all off and leaving behind a naked gremlin.

    "You should have just resigned yourself to your fate, you ugly little monster!" He ripped up her clothing and hair, kicked her into the toilet and dropped the shredded remains of its beauty on the blood and shit stained floor. "I'll let you live just to be in despair of your bald and naked self."

    He left the bathroom as it was, and decided to clean it later. The mother lay in the toilet, looking at the remains of her children and cries.

    "Human should not be so cruel, ORORORO!"
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    Exterminator's Lot in Life

    By Jissoucutioner, edited by REd

    1 - I hate my job.

    I hate my job.

    I didn't always though. At one time I thought of it as just a job, like any other. It had its unpleasant moments, but it also had its perks as well. But recently, it has become a singularly unpleasant chore.

    You see, I'm an exterminator.

    Years ago, before the plague happened (I like to think of them as such), my job was pretty routine. I'd get calls about rat infestations, cockroaches, fleas, ants, and termites mostly. The insect problems people had never bothered me, because they were just bugs after all. Killing them en mass was easy and, I admit, a little fun. Some spray here, a little poisoned bait there, and bam: no more pest problem.

    The rodents were a bit more of a chore. They were wily and sometimes downright cunning. They would get into everything, eating and defecating as they did so. They could ruin hundreds of dollars worth of food in minutes, and build elaborate nests in the most inconvenient places. Still, they were only animals. To get rid of them took a bit more effort, but in the end they would be eliminated just like the bugs.

    That is how it used to be. Now, though…

    Now being an exterminator is a completely different game.

    I would say that in the past five years at least eighty-five percent of my jobs have been Jissouseki invasions and infestations. They have completely taken over as the dominant pest in most cities and towns. I can't remember the last time I had a call about rats or cockroaches. Not only do the things out breed both former champion pests, they also eat them!

    Now, I'm not a religious man, but these Jissouseki sure do remind me of those Bible stories about plagues and famines and such. I receive several trade magazines related to extermination, and one of them had counted up just how much Jissou related property damage occurs every year in the United States. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the figure they had compiled. Over $250,000,000,000. That's right, more that two hundred and fifty billion dollars! That is more than the gross national product of most nations in the world.

    The magazine said most of the damage was either ruined foodstuffs or stained materials such as clothing, carpet and upholstery. A large part of the figure was extermination and removal, which is where I come in.

    I hate the little buggers. I really do. Even though my business is booming. Even though I have so much work that I have to refuse half of the calls I get every week. Even though I can literally name any price I want, and still have customers. I hate them.

    They're not hard to catch, if you wanted to catch one. Indeed, in the years since the plague started, my employees and I have devised dozens of ways to kill or catch Jissouseki. The biggest problem isn't catching one, the biggest problem is catching them all(How I long for the days when that phrase was just from some dumb video game, and not a real life conundrum). They reproduce so fast that even leaving one behind means that in a week or two I'll be returning to a previous job, to clean up what was missed the first time and much more.

    I think the worst part of this job is the smell. Jissouseki have a stench associated with them, and with wild ones it is far worse. If you've ever been near a family of them, then you will know what I'm talking about. It's their shit. On well cared for and trained pets, it is barely noticeable. On wild and feral Jissou, it dominates every interaction you have with them. Their 'panties' will usually be filled to the brim with it. The rest of their clothes will be smeared with it. It will be in their hair, on their hands and even in their mouths. If they touch you, or you have to touch them, then it will be on YOU.

    On the job, my employees and I usually wear hazmat suits. Most people think we look pretty funny, until they see just how messy a cornered Jissou can be. At this one job, a few years ago, my then newest employee had backed a fairly large Jissou into a corner and was advancing, bag in hand, ready to make the catch. Well, this Jissou was gibbering and begging in fear and had completely soiled itself. It must have been relatively smart to reach such a size, and it came up with an idea as Chuck approached. It scooped up a dollop of its shit and flung it at him.

    This was before I required my guys to wear the suits, so Chuck had opted to go with just heavy rubber gloves. If the crap had hit him on one of his legs, or his torso or chest, it wouldn't have been so bad. But it didn't. It hit him in the face. It hit him right smack dab in his mouth, to be exact.

    Now, Chuck was a mouthbreather, always had been. We gave him crap (ha ha) about it, but he never could seem to quit it. He said he had sinus problems and breathing through his mouth was easier. So when that blob of Jissou waste hit his mouth, it was wide open.

    I've lived a long time, but I've never heard a sound like what came out of his mouth. It was a tremendous scream. A mixture of disgust, horror, and fury all twined together. I thought he might break the windows in the house across the street, that's how loud it was.

    Well, the Jissou may have been scared before, but now it was beyond terrified. With good reason too, as Chuck spat out his mouthful of Jissou feces, he closed the rest of the distance between them quickly. He grabbed that Jissou by its hair, yanked it up chest height, and put his fist all the way through its body. He dented the wall behind it and broke two of the bones in his hand. He was so angry, he later told us he didn't feel them for hours.

    He didn't stop there though. He threw it to the floor and proceeded to beat and stomp it into a smelly paste. He was bellowing, cursing, gagging, and spitting the whole time. When he was done, there were splatters and gibbets all up and down the walls, and twenty feet to either side.

    We had all turned towards him in surprise at the sound of his yell, and watched him kill the Jissou. When he turned around and we saw the big green splotch on his lower face, we knew what had happened. Thankfully, we were all able to keep a straight face, though a couple of the guys had to turn away, coughing into their hands as they did so. I fished around in my pockets, found a clean rag and held it out to him.

    He walked over to me, spitting every few steps, took the rag and went out to the truck. As soon as the door closed behind him we all started laughing. A few of the guys actually fell down, they were laughing so hard.

    We hardly ever have to resort to catching them by hand now-a-days. When they first showed up, that was all we knew how to do. I'll never forget the first Jissouseki call we received. It was from a little old lady who had let a small family into her house. She said she felt sorry for the little things, so she took them in, fed and bathed them, and gave them a place to sleep.

    2 - The First Call

    At first they were very grateful, with many a "Please, desu" and "Thank you very much, desu". But after a few days, they started to wear out their welcome. Despite her initial requests about only defecating in the bathroom or in the litter box she placed for them, they started crapping wherever and whenever they had the urge. Not only that, but the "Please"s and "Thank You"s turned into "Gimme, desu" and "More, now! Desu".

    She decided to turn them out when she noticed the first new batch of maggots less than a week after they had come into her house. She told the mother, very firmly, to leave. Of course, the mother refused and put up an awful tantrum. The elderly woman was taken aback, but quickly fetched her broom and dust pan and forced the dreadful things out. Or so she thought.

    The mother Jissou had hidden a few of the smaller children inside the house. They continued to hide from the lady as she cleaned up after the Jissou, and came out when she went to sleep that evening. They somehow managed to let the mother and the rest of their siblings back inside. Not only them, but any other Jissou who cared to come inside, as they left the front door wide open.

    The poor woman woke up the sound of her bedroom door opening. In walked several new Jissou, each demanding food.

    "Food gone, desu. Get my family more, desu."

    "Cold box empty, I'm still hungry, desu."

    "Give more food, so Mama stops eating sisters, techi."

    Well, to make a surely familiar story short, the house was completely ruined. Anything even remotely edible was eaten, and there was literally mounds of Jissou feces all over the floor. The refrigerator was empty of food, and full of green slime. Her small pantry had been raided. Boxes of dry food torn open, cans mostly smashed in and the contents sucked out(though it looked like a few had figured out how to work a can opener), and jars shattered and licked clean.

    She tried to chase them out of her house, but in vain. For every one she threw out, two sneaked back in. Her house had become a Jissou magnet, for news of free food travels fast. Finally she broke down and tried to get help. She called her neighbors, who came over, took one look and turned right around and left. She then called animal control, who said that, "Due to regulatory and liability issues regarding the status of Jissouseki, we are not currently allowed to collect, handle or detain them in any way." This was way before most people even knew what they were, so some thought they should be given similar rights as humans.

    Finally she called me. She told me her story over the phone, pleading with me to come help. She said she would pay, "Anything, anything! Please just come get rid of them!" She was just about to give me her address when the call was disconnected. I helloed several times into the phone, then shrugged and hung up. It had sounded important, so she would probably call back.

    About fifteen minutes later she did call back, from a pay phone. Apparently one of the Jissou had heard her talking on the phone. It had listened long enough to get a general idea about what she wanted from the person on the other end of the line, then sprung into action. It and several other larger Jissou had pulled the cord from the phone, and followed her around the house destroying every other phone she tried to use. So she scrounged enough change for a call and fled.

    After getting her address, I called in my helper, Daniel. I only had one employee in those days, business wasn't so good then. I gave him the situation and a choice.

    "I don't know much about these things. All I know is what I've read from an article from Japan. It was translated poorly, but I caught the gist of it. They reproduce fast and eat just about anything. They look like a cross between a midget and a really ugly pig. Supposedly they are intelligent and can talk."

    I let that last sentence sink in for a few moments, then said, "Knowing that, do you want to come with me? It might not be easy to have to catch and kill something that can talk back to you. I'll charge the old gal plenty, and you'll get a nice cut, so there is that."

    He thought about it for a second, then said "Yeah, sure boss. My kids need school clothes."

    That's what I like about Danny, he's hard headed and practical. So, we loaded up the truck and away we went. I decided to bring some of everything, because I didn't know what would work on these things and what wouldn't.

    When we got there, the old woman was sitting out in front of her house on the sidewalk, crying. I took one look at her sitting there, still in her sleep clothes, disheveled and smeared with some odd, smelly green substance, and my first thoughts were of sympathy and comfort. My second thoughts were of how much I could get away with charging someone this obviously desperate.

    After greeting her, she glumly led us up the the house but wouldn't go in with us.

    "I don't care what you have to do, just get them out. Don't worry about breaking anything and go ahead and use whatever poison and sprays you want. They've ruined everything in my house already, so you can't make it any worse."

    Raising my eyebrows at this, I turned and opened the front door. Having never seen the destruction Jissouseki can wreak before, both Danny and I were taken aback. The smell was horrendous. I turned to the woman and asked, "How long have they been in there, a couple weeks?!"

    "No, just a few days." she sighed, and walked back to the sidewalk.

    "Un-be-lievable." I said as I surveyed the damage. Seeing the floor, walls, and in places, the ceiling, coated with the same green stuff that was on our customer, I decided to return to the truck and put on my heavy work overalls, long gloves, and safety glasses. Danny did the same.

    Grabbing several large cages each, as well as a pocketful of heavy-duty trash bags, both Danny and I marched into the house and shut the door behind us. I don't believe in premonitions, but at that moment something surprising happened. The Benny Hill theme music started playing in my mind. "Uh oh," I thought, "that might not be good."

    There were several large Jissou in the living room in front of us, as well as a couple dozen or so smaller versions. What caught my eye was the mass of wriggling, crawling things on the floor. They looked like green grubs or maggots oozing through the even greener slime. How disgusting.

    "Ok, we'll keep it simple to start. Just ignore whatever they might say. Grab them and stuff them in your bag. When your bag is full, dump it in a cage and do it again. They look slow, so we shouldn't have a problem with them." I said to Danny.

    "Sure boss. Hey, do they bite, or, you know, spit or anything?" he asked in reply.

    "I dunno, that's why we have these." I said as I held my gloved hands up and flexed them, and then tapped my safety glasses. "Ok, lets get to it."

    I reached for one of the smaller bipedal Jissou, ignoring its "I'm hungry! Please give food, techi." and grabbed it around the waist. It was surprisingly light, and very fragile. Thinking it might try to wiggle away, I had grabbed hard and fast. The results were a handful of red and green mush. The other Jissouseki looked at me with horror.

    "Hey, tall man kill little sister, desu!"

    "Sister, techi!"

    Ignoring their cries, I dropped the first Jissou's remains and reached for another. It tried to dodge out of the way, but I was much quicker than it. Being gentler this time, I plucked it up and deposited it in my bag. It fell in with a shrill "Techiieeee!" scream.

    "Well, one down, who knows how many to go." I thought. Getting over their initial shock, the remaining Jissou had started to scramble for cover. I gave chase while yelling, "Danny, go through out the house and close all the doors! We'll go from room to room, clearing them out as we go."

    While Danny was doing that, I tried to clear the living room. Grabbing left and right as fast as I could, I stuffed them into my bag. Every other catch or so I would squeeze too hard, and many that went into my bag were partially crushed or missing limbs. Sheesh, these things were flimsy.

    The larger ones fought back the hardest, but being less that a foot tall there was little they could do to prevent me from sacking them. My biggest impediment was all the Jissou shit on the floor. It was like super lubricant. Reaching for the fifth or sixth of the little bastards, I over balanced. Normally I would have recovered, but my feet slipped from beneath me. I landed hard on my side on several of the fleeing grub things. They popped with a disgusting squelching sound and a squirt of the green slime.

    Cursing and getting to my feet, I noticed that most of the Jissou had disappeared behind or under things. The ones still out in the open were mostly the grubs. Several were crawling away as fast as they could, which wasn't very fast at all. Others seemed to be in shock, their faces had a strange blue tinge. It looked like a inverse blush, how odd. Several seemed to have died for no apparent reason at all.

    Looking down at my feet, I saw one wriggling about near the pulped remains of my first catch. I thought it might be mourning the loss of its 'sister'. Peering down to have a closer look, I saw its pug ugly face buried to the eyebrows in gore. It was gorging itself as fast as it could on the dead Jissou. It paused for a moment to swallow, and noticed me looking down at it.

    It looked up at me for a moment, and I looked back down on it. Then it smiled, wiggled its tail, and said, "Food yummy, refu." It then wriggled over onto its back, smearing more of the dead Jissou and the omnipresent shit around itself. It peered up at me again with a look of adoration on its retarded face and said, "Belly soft, belly squishy. Please rub, refu."

    I tilted my head to one side, and continued to look at it. It wriggled impatiently, still smiling, back and forth in the green slime. Its tail flipped to and fro, occasionally whipping upwards as if the thing were trying to rub its own belly. Its little stumpy limbs waggled about happily the whole time it looked at me.

    I stepped on it.

    It popped just like the ones I fell on did. It managed to slip out a surprised "Ref" before I ground it into the floor.

    Danny came back, shutting the door behind him. He looked at me with surprise.

    "What the hell happened to you?" he asked. "You're covered in that green shit."

    "I fell. Be careful, this stuff is slippery." I replied, gesturing at the floor.

    "Yeah, ok."

    Working together, we managed to bag the rest of the bipedal Jissouseki in the living room in short order. We had also sacked most of the visible grubs, but I was sure we had missed even more. They were tiny, and could hide just about anywhere. There had been several dozen under the sofa, and more in between the cushions.

    "I think that is all of the big ones, let's move on to the next room." I said. "We can do another sweep to clear out the rest of the grubs."

    "Grubs? They look more like big, green maggots to me." said Danny.

    "Eh, call 'em whatever you like. Lets empty our bags in one of the cages." I replied.

    Opening the top of one of the cages, I upended my bag over the hole. Jissou fell with screams and cries into the cage. The first ones to hit the bottom thumped hard and then didn't move. The rest landed on top of them and squished them flat. While in the bag their whining had been muffled, but in the cage they could be heard much more clearly.

    "Get off me, desu!"

    "My arm, my arm, techi!"

    "Cruel human, let me go, desu."

    "Sister, where are you sister? Techi."

    "Don't eat me, refu!"

    "Techieeeeaa!"

    That much and more was to be heard. Many had stopped moving completely, they had probably been on the bottom of the bag. Several of the maggots immediately started to crawl through the squares of the cage.

    "Oh, shit, boss. The cage mesh isn't small enough for the maggots!"

    "Step on them."

    So, we spent several seconds dancing around the cage, crushing any of the things that tried to escape. After about a minute, the older Jissou seemed to get the idea and held the remaining maggots back. I spoke to them, loudly and in my most authoritative voice.

    "Anyone who tries to escape will be stepped on. I've counted seventy-three of you in the cage. If there are any less when we come back, I'll step on you all. Do you understand?"

    They cowered from the sound of my voice, the little ones huddling underneath the larger ones skirts. One brave, or stupid, Jissou spoke up, "Let us out, desu! We did nothing to you. If you don't let us out, I'll step on you, Desu!"

    I reached into the still open cage and snagged the Jissou by its head. It tried to escape, but there was no where to go in the cage. I wrapped my other hand about its flailing torso, and then twisted my wrists in opposite directions. Its neck snapped with ease. A few of the Jissou in the cage let out wails, while the rest were silent.

    I dropped the dead Jissou back into the cage, then said, "Now there is only seventy-two of you. If any are missing when we get back, I'll kill you all. Do you understand?"

    "Yes, yes! Desu…"

    "Please don't kill us, desu."

    "Maggot-chan, stay in cage, techi!"

    I closed the cage, looked at Danny and said, "Alright, lets do the next room."

    We walked to the door on the left hand side of the room. Putting his hand on the knob, Danny said, "Dining room in here, boss, then kitchen."

    I nodded, and we entered the dining room.

    Closing the door behind us, Danny said, "Did you really count them?"

    "No," I replied, "but I don't think they know that."

    He chuckled, then said. "Man, these things are gross."

    He had no idea, and neither did I, yet. Not really. What we had seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg. Ah, to go back to a time when I was free of the images now burned into my mind. Like the first time some asshole posts a shock image on your favorite online knitting forum, there are just some things you can't unsee.

    The distribution of Jissou in the dining room was much the same as it had been in the living room. Several large Jissou, several dozen medium sized ones, and an uncountable horde of maggots. I noticed that a few of the bipedal Jissou were the same size as the maggots, about as big as my thumb.

    We waded in, grabbing them and stuffing them into our bags as fast as we could. They had no clue what had been going on in the next room over, thanks to Danny shutting all the doors. Taking them by surprise gave us an advantage we used to good effect. We had probably sacked half of them before the rest cottoned on to what we were doing.

    "Run, desu!" Screamed a large teddy bear sized one, presumably a mother, to the herd of smaller Jissou around its feet. It promptly followed its own advice, plowing through the children, throwing them aside in its haste to escape. Its speed proved to be its undoing, however, as it stepped on a maggot and slipped on the slimy thing. It fell on several smaller Jissou, killing one outright and crushing another's legs.

    Danny stepped closer and grabbed mama by the leg, then dangled it over his bag and dropped it. Its scream of "Desaaaaahh!" temporarily drowned out the rest of the shrill cries of the smaller Jissou. Danny then bent over and snagged the rest of the children, who most of whom had frozen in blue-faced shock at the treatment their mother had received.

    The dining room went much faster than the living room. There were less hiding spots, and the few they clustered under were not as good. The table and chairs offered no protection, and the smaller furniture was easy to move. After we had caught all the Jissou we could find, we went back into the living room to empty our bags.

    Glancing at the cage full of Jissou first, I then looked around it to see if any of the maggots had tried escaping. Everything looked good until I walked around to the far side of the cage. One small maggot was inching its way across the carpet, away from the cage and towards an easy chair.

    "Humph," I grunted, "You just killed every Jissouseki in that cage." I stepped on the maggot then turned to Danny.

    "After we empty our bags, go out to the truck and get one of the sprayers. Bring in a jug, each, of our strongest ant spray and termite spray. Bring in two respirators, too."

    Ignoring the cries of dismay and fear from the first cage, I opened up the second and unceremoniously dumped my bag into it. I moved aside and let Danny dump his in as well. As he was opening the front door I called out to him.

    "Oh, grab some of the poisoned rat bait. I want to see how well that works on these things."

    "Sure thing, boss." replied Danny as he walked out and shut the door.

    I waited patiently for him to return, killing time by stepping on the would be escapees from cage two. After the Jissou in cage two realized that escape was impossible, they herded the few maggots left into the center of the cage. Satisfied, I looked into the first cage to see how its inhabitants fared.

    It looked like most of the Jissou with life threatening injuries had succumbed. Probably almost half of the occupants of the first cage were already dead, and I could see that most had been gnawed on. We had been gone less than fifteen minutes and some of the bodies were already half gone. I suspected that the smaller dead were just eaten whole. I wrinkled my nose at the thought.

    Danny came back, carrying the two respirators hooked around one wrist, the sprayer in one hand, the two gallon jugs of insect poison in the other, and a small bag of poisoned rat bait clutched to his chest. I looked for a spot on the floor clear of the green slime, found none, and told Danny to "Just set the bug stuff on one of the empty cages, hand me the rat stuff, then put on your respirator."

    He did so, then handed me the other respirator after I stuffed the rat bait in my front bib pocket. After putting it on, I popped the cap from the ant poison and poured a cup or so into the sprayer's reservoir as Danny held it steady. It was an old style pest sprayer, and had to be pumped up by hand before use. I had Danny do so, then we stepped back a bit and I aimed the sprayer at the first cage.

    Placing my finger on the trigger, I thought about what the contents of the sprayer might do to the Jissouseki. It killed ants by messing up their nervous system. I wasn't sure how it worked, something to do with ion channels, whatever those were. I also knew that it didn't affect most mammals very much, except for cats. For whatever reason it killed cats dead.

    Most of the Jissou in my target cage had stopped screaming, but many were still crying and sniffling. A few were actually looking at the sprayer in my hand curiously.

    I pulled the trigger of the sprayer, and a steady stream of poison started soaking the Jissou. It didn't come out as a mist or a single stream. It came out as a bunch of smaller streams, similar to a garden hose attachment for watering plants. The ones who had been looking at me caught a face full of the stuff before they turned away, screaming. I walked around the cage slowly, making sure to give every one of the things a generous coat of the stuff.

    I continued spraying until the reservoir ran out, then turned it around and removed the reservoir cap. Danny had the termite spray jug open in his hands, and poured some into the now empty sprayer. While he was doing that, I listened to what the Jissou I had just sprayed were saying. It wasn't every day you could hear how poison worked first hand.

    "Aiiee! My eyes, techi!"

    "*cough*cough*. My chest, urk, hurts, desu. Hard to breath, desu."

    "Refu, re*cough*cough*!"

    "Mama, help me! Te… techi…"

    Danny finished pouring the termite poison into the sprayer, so I capped the reservoir and had him pump it back up.

    "Do you want to do the other cage?" I asked him.

    "Sure." he answered.

    He repeated the process I had just finished, stepping on a few maggots and thumb-chans who tried to escape at the last minute. The termite solution was pretty similar to the ant stuff, just a slightly different formula. The Jissou in the second cage also started coughing and hacking, and screeching about their eyes.

    "Ok, let's leave these for awhile. It usually take several minutes to several hours to work on bugs, but I don't know how long it might take for these things. I don't think they have the energy to try to escape now."

    Danny set the sprayer down on the empty cage with the jugs of poison, and then followed me back into the dining room. There were three doors leading out of the dining room. The one we had just come through went to the living room. Danny told me that the one directly across from us went to the kitchen, and the one to our right went to the large bedroom.

    "Let's do the kitchen next." I said.

    "Ok, boss. There is a pantry off the kitchen. There were a ton of the little buggers in there, too." replied Danny.

    "Good, we can drop the rat bait in there, then clean out the rest of the rooms. The rat poison takes a few days to work, so if they're stupid enough to eat it they might be feeling it a bit by the time we get done."

    I opened the door to the kitchen, and was glad I still had my respirator on. I had thought the living and dining rooms had been bad, but the kitchen was a disaster of a whole other magnitude. In the living room there had been a thin film of green slime coating the floor. In the kitchen it was over an inch deep. There were mounds of it in the corners, and several places looked to be five or six inches deep. There was so much that it actually started flowing into the dining room when I opened the door.

    "Hol-leee shit." I said.

    "Be careful where you walk, boss. It'll seep in over the top of your boots."

    I glanced around, taking in the devastation. The refrigerator door was open, and it looked like several Jissou were sleeping on the bare shelves. Well, bare wasn't quite right. There was a thick layer of feces on each shelf, and the vegetable trays at the bottom of the fridge were completely filled with it.

    All of the shelves in the kitchen had been stripped, green waste left in place of the original contents. Cupboard doors were hanging open, and pots, pans and cutlery were scattered all over the place. Danny stepped over to one open drawer, slipping and almost going down while doing so. He glanced into the drawer and said, "Damn, I hope this wasn't real silverware." The cutlery in question was splattered and coated in green shit.

    I slipped and slid across the kitchen to the pantry door, ignoring the questions and demands of the Jissou clustering around me. Opening the door to the pantry, I quickly stepped in and shut the door behind me. Several of the smaller Jissou had tried to follow me, and a few were fast enough to slip between the crack of the door. One wasn't so lucky, and to door closed on it with a crunch and a short lived scream.

    The pantry was in much the same condition as the kitchen. The floor was littered with the remains of packaging and canned food in addition to the usual layer of slime.

    I pulled out the package of poisoned rat bait, tore it open, dumped the contents on several different shelves. The Jissou who had looked up with surprise and hope when I entered scrambled to get to it. Not a single one of them hesitated at the oddly colored food a strange man dumped out for them. Snatching up a handful of pellets, one of the larger Jissou stuffed them into its mouth, then turned to me with its cheeks bulging and said, "Fank ou, Mifta Man, defu."

    Several others chorused their thanks, with at least one demanding candy in addition to the given food. I turned my back on them and returned to the kitchen. Danny had already gotten started filling his bag with Jissou, and caught another as I returned.

    I quickly set about filling my own bag, but was hampered by all of the shit on the floor. What had been an annoyance when it was a thin film in the living room turned into an almost insurmountable obstacle as a thick paste in the kitchen. Danny went down first, with a loud, "Fuck!". I slipped and fell a few seconds later. Before we had finished, we had both gone down several more times.

    We were completely covered in green by the time we moved on the to larger bedroom with bulging, writhing bags a few minutes later. There were not as many Jissou here as there had been in the other rooms, and so it went much quicker. There was also much less fecal matter on the floor, much to Danny's and my own relief.

    Most of the Jissou were asleep. The larger ones had claimed the bed, and the floor around the bed was home to all the smaller Jissou and the maggots. We grabbed the few that were awake first, then concentrated on the maggots and children. Many didn't even wake up when we picked them up and sacked them.

    After clearing the floor, we started in on the bed. The larger ones woke up almost immediately when we touched them. One in Danny's grip started squealing before he could get it into his bag.

    "Deeee! Let me go, desu!"

    This woke up the few remaining sleeping Jissou. One of them was quite large, well over a foot tall. We saved it for last. Danny held his bag open as I cornered and caught it. I quickly scooped it up and dumped it into his bag before it could shit on me or try to bite me. Some of the others had tried to bite, but were too small to be effective at it.

    "Ok, next room is the last, boss. It's a smaller bedroom." said Danny, dragging his bag of struggling jissou towards it.

    "Whoa, not just yet. We have to check under the mattress and bed. I want to check between each sheet, too."

    Danny frowned at this. He seemed to be impatient to finish the job. I can't say I blamed him, this was turning out to be a real mess.

    So I flipped off bed covers and sheets, and Danny caught the maggots and smaller Jissou that were sleeping or hiding there. I was right, too. There were at least several between each layer of blanket. When I finally turned over the mattress, we found even more cached in the box springs underneath.

    Moving the mattress aside, I positioned myself on one side of the bed, and motioned for Danny to take up the other side.

    "Ok, we'll lift and move the bed frame your way. When it has moved far enough, I'll set my side down and catch as many as I can. Try and snag any that slip by me."

    Danny nodded, and we moved the bed. There were less under there than I thought there would be. Only a dozen or so, mostly maggots. I scooped them as fast as I could, and none were able to escape.

    "Ok, now we can do the last room." I said.

    "Should we move the bed back?" asked Danny.

    "Nah, it's her problem." I replied, meaning the woman who had hired us. I was getting tired of this job too, and wanted it to be over as quickly as possible.

    Stepping into the last room, I quickly saw that something was different about it. There were Jissou scattered all over the floor and bed, not moving. They were all sitting or laying in mounds of their own waste, which seemed to have leaked out of them quite rapidly. They looked dead. The smaller ones looked oddly mangled, with their limbs sticking out at strange angles and their lower faces distorted.

    We were not left wondering what had happened for long. A smallish child came running around the corner of the bed, fleeing something. It saw us, and screamed out to us, "Help me, techi! Bad Jissou killed sisters, techiiii!"

    Something on the far side of the bed stood up, and we saw the head and upper torso of a Jissou much larger than any of the others. It must have been two and a half feet tall, and it looked like it was carrying something in front of it, but I couldn't tell what it was.

    It came around the side of the bed, chasing the child Jissou, and I saw something I never would have expected. Unlike most of the other Jissou we had caught, this one was completely naked. Naked and… erect.

    "Oh my god…" I muttered through my respirator.

    "You have got to be fucking kidding me." Swore Danny, reaching his literal bullshit quota for the day.

    The big Jissou had a dick. A huge dick. This dick would not have looked out of place on a horse, or an elephant for that matter. It was carrying, or caressing, its dick with one hand and reaching for the child with the other.

    "Techiiieeeaah!" Screamed the child as the big, dicked Jissou caught up with it and grabbed it. It quickly brought the child to the end of its penis, which it could barely reach, and impaled it with one thrust of its hips and pull of it arms.

    I said impaled, because that is exactly what happened to it. Like a chicken on a rotisserie, the child was spitted completely through. I could see how the smaller bodies on the floor had become mangled now. The immense girth of the dick ballooned the poor thing out to comical proportions. The child's jaw was completely dislocated, the giant cock head pushing it aside with ease.

    The big Jissou grunted loudly, and then started thrusting and bucking its hips. It was panting in time to the thrusts, and was quickly increasing in speed and volume.

    Danny and I both realized what was about to happen at the same time. The child had been running towards us when the big Jissou had caught it, and consequently the thing was facing directly at us. We both leaped aside just in time to avoid a fate worse than, well, worse than just about anything else.

    The big Jissou growled, panted, then thrust one more time, as hard as it could, into the child wrapped around its dick. It let out a howl just as it shot a slimy wad across the room at where we had been standing a moment before.

    The Jissou jizz was milky white, like a normal animal's. I had been half expecting more of the green stuff to come out. It flew across the room and splattered against the wall with a wet slopping sound. It continued to ejaculate as it fell over backwards, still howling, splattering higher up on the wall and then the ceiling with each additional spurt of its mighty dick.

    "Danny, grab it, quick! Grab it before it can recover." I yelled as I scrambled up.

    "No fucking way, boss."

    "Danny.." I started, but he cut me off.

    "Giant gremlins, with dicks longer than they are tall, are above my pay grade." He motioned to the now heavily breathing Jissou. "This one's all yours."

    'Well, fuck.' I thought grimly.

    I figured that I had better grab it before it could recover, like I had told Danny. I started towards it, then realized that it wouldn't fit in my already mostly full bag.

    "Hold this." I told Danny, thrusting the bag into his hands. I then pulled an empty one from my pocket and turned back towards the dicked Jissou. It had already struggled to its feet. As I walked towards it, it reached up and pulled the now very dead Jissou child from its dick, and tossed it aside.

    The violated body landed with a wet plop on the floor, and green gore immediately started to leak out between its little legs.

    The big Jissou looked at me, then lowered its head and growled. The growl was a deep, foreboding sound. Much deeper than I would have expected from it. The giant dick attached to it was still erect and throbbing. I decided that I didn't want to mess around with this thing if I could help it.

    Coming to a quick decision as I approached, I lengthened my stride a bit and planted one foot firmly in front of the big Jissou. I brought my other leg forward with as much force as I could muster, striking the thing with my foot between its legs, where its huge cock met its body. It exhaled a surprised whumph of air, and flew backwards towards the far wall.

    It was larger and undoubtedly stronger that any other Jissou we had seen so far, but it was still a Jissou. That meant it was both lighter and less substantial than a normal animal that size would have been, so it flew all the harder and faster ass first into the wall.

    Had it connected head first, it might have died instantly. It thudded hard against the wall, then bounced off and landed dick first on the floor. I think either the kick or the slam against the wall must have broken its hips or legs, because it was unable to get back to its feet. That didn't stop it from snarling in rage as it tried to crawl back towards me. It seemed incapable of speech, just growling and spitting venomously as it crawled.

    I walked over to it quickly, and as it reached out towards my feet, I stomped on its arm. It roared in fury, the reached out with its remaining arm. That too was stomped. I kicked at its torso until it was on its side, then placed the heel of my work boot at the base of its dick, pressing it against the floor.

    It seemed that the pressure on its cock was the first thing to break through its anger. It looked down fearfully at its dick under my boot, then glanced back up at me and mewled pitifully.

    I bore down on the base of the dick with my heel. The Jissou panicked and started flailing about as best it could with no functional arms or legs. Its flailing quickly turned into thrusts, as it instinctively tried to get one last load off.

    I sneered and hissed in anger, "Not a fucking chance, pal." Bearing down with all my considerable weight, I ground and twisted with the heel of my boot. The Jissou howled and squealed in pain, tried to thrust harder.

    It took several moments, but soon enough my hard rubber heel won the battle, and the disgusting thing's ridiculous phallus separated from its body. Denied a final orgasm, the broken Jissou wailed in despair. I reached down and grabbed it by its long hair. Lifting it one handed wasn't easy, but I could do it. It didn't struggle, all the fight having left it when it lost its pride and joy. I shook out my bag and dropped the Jissou in, then bent down and started gathering up the dead Jissou bodies.

    Danny shook his head, and muttered "Christ!" under his breath, then bent to help me. He had tied my nearly full bag off, so none of the Jissou in it could escape. Some of the larger raped Jissou weren't quite dead, and moaned feebly as we bagged them.

    "You didn't see that one when you came through and shut the doors?" I asked Danny.

    "Nah, it must have been behind the bed or something." he replied. "I still can't believe it. What the hell are these things and where did they come from?"

    I didn't answer, because I didn't know. Still don't know. Nobody is quite sure where they came from. They were first spotted in Japan, but quickly spread around the globe. As far as anyone knows, only Antarctica and a few very remote islands are Jissou free.

    We finished cleaning up the raped Jissou, and took apart the bed, looking for maggots and thumb-chans. There were not many, it seemed that anything the big, dicked Jissou couldn't rape, it had eaten.

    Glancing around, I saw that the only thing left in the room was the giant Jissou cock. The damned thing was still hard. I'm not sure how it managed that. A normal animal's erect penis would quickly bleed out and deflate if severed. But these things were obviously not normal.

    "Are you gonna grab that thing?" asked Danny, pointing to the dick.

    "Not a chance, are you?" I shot back at him.

    "Hey, clean-up is her problem." He said, "We're just getting rid of the pests."

    "Too right. Lets go dump these and see if the bug spray killed the ones in the cages."

    "Alright."

    We went through the other door, which took us back to the living room. We had made a circle through the house, and it had taken us over an hour to do so. I figured that if the Jissou in the cages were going to snuff it from the bug poison, they probably would have done so by now.

    Unfortunately, on entering the living room I could immediately tell that the ant and termite poisons had not been very effective. It looked like a few more had died, but that could have been the result of injuries. The rest were truly miserable though.

    The poison may not have killed them, but it had certainly damaged them. The ones who's eyes had been open and looking at the sprayer were worst off. Their eyes had gone a milky white, and it was apparent from their desperate whining that they were completely blind. All of the Jissou were coughing constantly, trying to clear their lungs of the insecticide.

    Danny was looking the second cage over, and seemed pleased.

    "Hey, look at this. The termite stuff didn't kill the older ones, but almost half the maggots are dead. That ain't too bad."

    "That's better than the ant poison. It doesn't look like it was very effective at all. Still, only half isn't good enough. We soaked them, and in the field they probably wouldn't get nearly that large of a dose." I replied.

    "Yeah, that's true. Lets dump these and go check on the pantry."

    "Wait a minute. Just tie your bags off, nice and tight. If we put them in the cage, the smaller ones will try to escape. We're going to have to kill them all anyway, so we may as well just suffocate them." I said.

    "Oh, good idea."

    After knotting our still squirming bags several times, we dropped them next to the two full cages and went to check on the pantry. The dining room still looked empty as we walked through it, but when we opened the kitchen door we heard several small chirps of "Hide, techi!" and flurries of tiny movement.

    Ah hah! We would definitely have to do a second sweep of the house to pick up stragglers.

    Slipping and sliding our way across the kitchen, we opened the door to the pantry and peered in.

    Success! I had figured that the rat poison would work, but this was even better than I had hoped. Dead and dying Jissouseki were everywhere. Usually rat poison takes at least a day or two to take effect, but I guess that these things have a very fast metabolism.

    The dead Jissou were draped every which way, on the shelves and floor. The few remaining living Jissou were crawling weakly about, blue faced and wan. All the larger Jissou were already dead. They probably pushed the others out of their way and got a much bigger dose of the poison. On a shelf level with my elbow, one small Jissou child crawled towards me crying and begging in a tiny voice, "Water, techi. Please give water. So thirsty, techi."

    I pulled out my last trash bag, shook it open, and swept the child in.

    "Hey, great! This will make it much easier." I said to Danny.

    We got to it, and had cleaned up all the visible Jissouseki within a few minutes. Finding and sacking all of the maggots took a bit longer. Many of them had been pushed aside by their sisters and not eaten much, if any, poison. Furthermore, they were layered on the floor, in between empty boxes and inside cans. When we found their hiding spot, most simply laid there, wiggling and panting on their backs, asking for belly rubs. A few seemed to get the idea that we were not friendly, and tried to wriggle away feebly.

    Fifteen minutes later, we were done with the pantry. Every hiding place had been checked, all boxes moved or turned over, all empty cans rattled, and all shelves cleared. We exited and closed the door behind us.

    Standing in the kitchen, I turned to Danny and said, "We may as well get the worst out of the way first. Lets do the kitchen again, then the bedrooms, then the living room last."

    "Ok. Man, I can't wait to get out of here." replied Danny.

    "Me either."

    Like before, the kitchen was a pain. Both Danny and I managed not to take any more falls into the muck on the floor, but it was a close thing. We cleared out all the cupboards and shelves, opened the oven and refrigerator, and even the freezer. There were several dead, frozen Jissou children in there. After I pried them out and tossed them in my bag, we had collected another couple dozen maggots and several small Jissou each.

    Moving on to the large bedroom, we checked the pile of bedding again, as well as the mattress. We moved the bed frame back to its original position, and found several more maggots. We checked the corners of closets and in shoe boxes. We even checked the pockets of any clothes we could get our gloved hands into, and found a couple more maggots that way. There had not been as many left in the large bedroom as in the kitchen, but still enough.

    There were even less in the smaller bedroom, barely a handful that we had missed the first time. They were mostly hiding in between a dresser we hadn't moved the first time through and the wall.

    As we moved back into the living room, Danny let out a sigh of relief.

    "Almost done. God, I need a shower, or two."

    "Let's empty the cages back into a bag, I don't want any of them or their excrement escaping into the back of the truck." I said.

    The Jissou in the two cages were fairly subdued. Being roughly caught, then dumped into a cage, and then poisoned had taken its toll on them. The ones not dead were mostly unconscious. Those few still awake didn't resist at all as we scooped them out of the cages and into our bags.

    Similarly, the bags full of Jissou from the kitchen and two bedrooms only stirred feebly, with low, muted cries coming from those closest to the top.

    After cleaning out the cages, we took them back outside and placed them on the lawn, laying the sprayer and jugs of bug poison next to them. We then went back inside and finished our job, clearing the living room of Jissou.

    The living room actually had the most maggots and smaller children left in it. Some had doubtless escaped from the cages, but others we had just missed. However, with four other rooms worth of experience under our belts, we managed to root out and capture a couple children, a dozen or so thumb-chans, and three or four dozen maggots. There were even some hiding under the bags of Jissou we had caught earlier.

    We tied off our bags tightly, and stood up and stretched. We had been bent over for most of the past several hours, and our joints popped and crackled.

    "Ahhh, done. Fuck me, this job sucked. Next time my kids need new clothes I'll go sell blowjobs down at the local truck stop. I'd feel cleaner afterwards." Danny stated, with a grimace.

    "Lets go outside and clean up. I saw a garden hose out next to the stoop, and I want to put it to good use."

    We grabbed our sacks of Jissou and took them outside. After rinsing off as best we could, we also cleaned the cages and the outside of the full bags. Our coveralls had tried to protect us, but in the end were no match for Jissouseki crap. It had soaked through in places and stained our clothes and skin.

    We double bagged our catch, as I didn't want any chance of them spilling open in the back of my truck. Danny stowed away the sprayer, jugs of pesticide, and cages as I took out my bill book and walked over to our customer.

    She watched me approach, and when I was close asked hopefully, "Are they gone? Did you get all of them?"

    "To be honest with you, I doubt it very much." I replied.

    Her face fell slightly.

    "But, I'm going to leave several bags of rat poison with you. We tried it in there and it worked great. The sprays we tried didn't do so well, so we had to catch most of them by hand."

    I started to tot up supplies and expenses on her bill, then added in labor charges for Danny and I. After I came to a figure that looked good, about what I would normally charge for a job, I multiplied it by five.

    "Ok, lady. Here's the deal. This is the worst job I've ever been on." I said. "Your kitchen has a layer of crap on the floor half a foot thick in places, and we had to wade through it to catch those things. You can see we fell several times."

    I pointed to my stained clothing, then continued, "If I never see one of those little freaks again, I'll die a happy man." Famous last words.

    I handed her a carbon copy of the bill.

    "Spread the rat poison out in every room. There wasn't any food left in there, so they should go after it right away. I think any we missed would be the littlest ones, the maggots."

    I glanced back at the house, then gestured towards it and said, "You might just want to burn it down and start over. It might be cheaper than having to hire some poor schmuck to clean and redecorate it."

    With that, I turned around and walked back to the truck. Danny had everything squared away, and the bags were loaded and secured in the back. I grabbed a couple small packages of rat poison, and handed them to the old woman. Then Danny and I got into the truck and drove back to the shop. I threw the bags of Jissouseki into the dumpster out back while Danny hit the shower. The Jissou had mostly stopped moving by then, and barely made any noise when each sack hit the bottom of the almost empty dumpster.

    To be continued?

    (The answer is yes, absolutely.)
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    3 - Damages

    I had said that I hoped to never see another Jissouseki ever again. The week after the first Jissou call I received two more. The week after that, half a dozen, and more than ten the week after that.

    You can probably see a pattern here.

    They were not as bad as the first call, for the most part. We used the poisoned rat bait to great effect, and it cut our work easily in half. The news about the Jissouseki spread fast, and people were learning to keep them out of their homes at all costs. The infestations we did deal with usually were not as advanced as our initial experience.

    Disposing of the Jissou we caught became somewhat of a problem. The city solid waste department wasn't happy about taking bagfuls of dead Jissou. They're smelly when they are alive and beyond rank when rotting. Especially by the dumpster full. They hiked my fees through the roof. I even had to get a second dumpster a few months after the plague started. I would fill the first one to overflowing before trash collection each week. My neighbors were not very happy with me.

    It wasn't long before people were becoming very unhappy with the Jissouseki in general. While people had mostly ignored them in the beginning, Jissou baiting and torture was becoming a very popular pastime. Younger people in particular seemed to enjoy killing the things in the most imaginative ways possible, then uploading videos of it to websites that specialized in that sort of thing.

    However, it seemed like no matter how many were killed there was always another to take its place.

    Jissou related property damage was becoming a large problem. That two hundred fifty billion dollar price tag on Jissou damaged sounded outrageously high when I first read it, but after thinking about it for a while it didn't seem so unlikely.

    Take my first Jissou job, for instance. That old woman's entire house was covered in their waste. All the carpets, wallpaper, drapes, sheets, bedding and even the floor would probably have to be replaced. All the furniture would have to be reupholstered, and all appliances given a thorough cleaning or replaced entirely. Even replacing all the food eaten by the Jissou would probably cost several hundred dollars, at least.

    And that is just material costs, it doesn't even include the labor to actually do all those things. I would hate to be the poor slob who had to clean out that woman's kitchen. It probably cost somewhere between ten and twenty-five thousand dollars to restore her house. If you multiply that by all damaged houses across the entire nation, than you're talking a significant chunk of change.

    Of course, for some business there was a silver lining. Or green lining, depending on how you look at it. The carpet manufacturing business was booming, especially factories that made green carpet, oddly enough. Green clothes suddenly became all the rage, as did tie-dye and camouflage. 'If people can't tell a dress or shirt or carpet or sofa is stained, then you wouldn't have to replace it' seemed to become a justification for turning just about anything green.

    Some cities and municipalities tried to enact Jissou eradication programs, but they were never very successful. Even if a city or town somehow managed to rid themselves off all Jissou, the ones in the next town over would simply expand into the now vacant area.

    Jissou were even getting into the factories that manufactured everything we used. It was very common for us to get calls to come clean out an infested factory or warehouse. Jissou would get in during the night or weekend, and though there usually wasn't much food, would explore everywhere, leaving trails of excrement behind them. They would sometimes get trapped in machinery, which when activated the next morning would usually grind the Jissou into chunks and foul the mechanisms. Productivity would go down as a result, potentially costing a company tens of thousands of dollars.

    The worst aspect of the plague was when the Jissou started getting into the food supply. Anywhere food was served, cooked, stored, processed or grown was a target. When Jissou invaded a large food production plant, the whole place would have to be shut down, cleaned and inspected by the FDA before it was allowed to operate again.

    You know how there are supposed to be acceptable amounts of contaminants in food, such as so many bug legs per jar of peanut butter, or X amount of rat crap per loaf of bread? Well, the FDA soon issued guidelines concerning Jissou contamination. Anything less than one percent Jissou parts or waste in most foodstuffs was deemed acceptable and edible. People all across the country were outraged at the guidelines, but the FDA put it bluntly: Get used to eating Jissou contaminated food, or starve.

    Vegetarians were disgusted, Jews and Muslims furious(for Jissou were about as un-kosher as it was possible to be), and everyone else felt slightly sick to their stomach.

    Indeed, Jissou were consuming a significant portion of all the food grown in the United States. A large part was from unsecured food in homes, and still more from packaging and distributions centers. By far the largest proportion was eaten right at the point of origin though, right where the food was grown, which leads us into my next tale.

    4 - A Different Kind of Call

    I received a call about a half a year after the plague started that was very unusual. As an exterminator, I work primarily in and around houses and buildings, keeping Jissou and more normal pests away from where humans live, work and sleep.

    This call was from a farmer.

    His name was Juan, and he grew corn. He said that he had been having problems with Jissouseki in his fields for the past five or six months. At first he had been able to keep them under control with poisoned bait, which had worked for several months. Then the poison stopped working, so he switched to a different type of poison. The new stuff worked, for a while.

    I had been afraid of this. The damn things reproduced so fast that poison resistant strains were bound to appear sooner or later. All it took was one Jissou that was slightly resistant surviving. Its offspring would inherit the resistance, and the next time the same poison was used, less would die. If the same poison was used continuously, then Jissouseki that were practically immune would eventually result.

    Rotating poisons would help, but in the end would only prolong the inevitable. What was needed was a more comprehensive eradication program, where poisons were only a part of the whole. I was very interested in the job, as it presented several new challenges to overcome. I told Juan that I would take it, but would need several days to plan an attack. Juan thanked me, but told me not to take too long.

    "If those cursed things aren't out of my fields by harvest time, they'll make a right mess of my harvesters."

    I could imagine it all to easily. Fields of Jissou being swept into the rotating blades of the harvesters, contaminating what little corn they hadn't already eaten before it was even fully harvested. Something like that could easily bankrupt a small farmer like Juan.

    I thought hard for about thirty minutes, going over and over my long experience as an exterminator in my mind, forming a nascent plan. The offensive on Juan's Jissouseki problem would require a three pronged approach: chemical, physical, and biological.

    The chemical prong would be a continuation of the poisons, rotated to reduce the chances of further resistances developing in the Jissou populations near Juan's farm. I had access to industrial strength pesticides and rodenticides that the Jissou would not have been exposed to yet. Care would have to be taken to ensure that the corn crop wasn't contaminated, but with proper precautions it should be feasible.

    The physical aspect would be manual removal or extermination of the Jissou. I had an idea about what might work best on Juan's farm. Chasing them down and bagging them would take far to long out in the open fields, so another method would be needed. I would have to make a call to an old friend of mine to consult his expertise.

    The third prong, biological, was probably going to be the most effective long term solution for Juan. What was needed were things that would do to the Jissou what they did to everything else: eat them.

    When farmers had problems with aphids, they bought bags of ladybugs and released them in their fields. The ladybugs are voracious predators of the insect world and would make short work of the aphids. What I needed was something that liked the taste of Jissou flesh.

    I had not noticed any regular parasites or pathogens associated with the Jissou we removed from the homes and business in my city. I would have to call around to other exterminators, preferably from a wide range of places and climates, and see if anyone had any information on potential Jissouvores.

    But first I had to call my old buddy, Solomon. I needed his knowledge and experience. He was a master as his chosen hobby. I say hobby, but really it was his life. He retired several years ago, and has been able to devote himself to it almost exclusively since. You see, Solomon was a hunter. He had developed, refined and honed his skills to a fine tempered point over a long lifetime. He was just the person I needed, for I was thinking about going on a little expedition, a little Jissou hunt.

    Getting hold of Solomon could be hard. He was usually out on extended hunting trips during the weekend. During the weekdays he often took shorter jaunts, hunting whatever was in season locally. He also never carried a cell phone. I dialed his number hopefully. I could leave a message if I needed to, but really needed to talk to him as soon as possible. Luckily, he picked up right after the second ring.

    "Hello?"

    "Hi Solomon, how're you doing?"

    "Hey, Jack! Pretty good, pretty good. I haven't talked to you in awhile. How have you been?"

    "Terrible."

    "Aww, how come? Is business bad?"

    "No, it's booming like never before. It's just the type of business I'm getting tends to take the spring out of a man's step. It's actually why I called you today. I need your help."

    "Really? What can an old codger like me possibly have that would help an exterminator?"

    "Well, I've got this customer." I said, and proceeded to give him the whole story. He listened raptly while I described the farmer's plight and my plans for his farm's salvation. After I finished he was silent for several moments, thinking.

    Finally he said, "I think I can help you. It certainly is an interesting thing to think about. I've got a bit of a ethical qualm about it though; I always eat what I kill. I consider it extremely rude to kill something then not eat it, and there is no way in heaven or hell that I'm going to eat one of those things, those Jissouseki. No, I wouldn't eat a single one, let alone the dozens or hundreds or thousands we would have to kill to clear that poor fellow's fields."

    "Yeah, I thought you might say that. Listen, just think about all the people that farmer can feed with a good crop of corn. Now, think about that all going to waste because of an ugly little troll that will eat it instead, and shit on what it doesn't eat. Then eat the shit."

    "Hmmm, you've got a point. All right, I'll help, but on one condition."

    "Oh, what's that?"

    "You've got to come with me on one of my next trips! It makes the whole trip that much more pleasurable if you've got company. Good friends, good drink, and good food make for a wonderful time, Jack."

    "You've got a deal. I'll call you in a day or so and let you know when we're going to do this. It will be sometime in the next few days."

    We chatted for a few more minutes, catching up and chewing the fat, then said our goodbyes and hung up. Good, that was one problem well on the way to being solved. Now to figure out what in the world would want to eat Jissouseki. I spent several moments fantasizing about letting several bears loose in a cornfield full of Jissou. Then I stopped with a sigh. While such a thing would doubtless be entertaining to watch, it probably wasn't very practical. I started making some more calls.

    5 - Down on the Farm

    Danny and I met Solomon at his house the morning of the hunt. Solomon had everything we needed already loaded up in his vehicle, and so we set out for Juan's farm immediately.

    Juan lived a bit past the edge of the city, where urban sprawl gives way to rural serenity, then to raw countryside. His farm wasn't large, which was good. A larger farm would have taken far longer to scourge clean of Jissouseki.

    We pulled in around seven o'clock in the morning. Solomon had insisted on an early start. Juan was waiting for us on his porch, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. He invited us into his nice, warm living room so we could discuss the plans for the day.

    After making the necessary introductions, we all settled in to Juan's easy chairs. I explained what we would be doing.

    "First, we'll be thinning the Jissou in your fields manually, as much as we can. It would take far to long to chase them down on foot, so we'll be baiting them out into the open. After a sizable number of them have come out of the fields and gathered around the bait, we'll then open fire."

    "Open fire?" Juan asked. "We're going to shoot them? Isn't that a bit much?"

    "If we used standard sized hunting rifles and ammo it would be, but that is why I brought Solomon with me today. He is an accomplished hunter. He knows exactly how much force we need, and how to apply it." I replied.

    I nodded to Solomon, and he took over.

    "Jack is right. Supposed we used a large caliber weapon, like a thirty-thirty. It would kill the Jissou, alright, but the noise would also probably scare a large portion of our quarry away. It would also discourage the Jissou still in the fields from leaving them and taking our bait."

    Solomon reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of shiny brass.

    "I have several different sizes of ammunition here to show you. Here is a large caliber rifle round." he continued, holding up the largest piece.

    "I recognize that," said Juan, "it's a thirty aught-six shell."

    "You know your ammunition." said Solomon with a smile. "Yes, it is. It would also turn a large Jissouseki into something akin to applesauce. Far too much power for what we need, and also far too expensive. Each round is more than a dollar, if you buy from a quality manufacturer."

    He raised a much smaller round and said, "This is a twenty-two caliber long rifle shell. They are much cheaper, costing cents per round instead of dollars, but are also a bit more powerful than we need. They have a distinctive cracking sound when fired, which might scare the Jissou."

    He placed the round back in his palm, and raised up an even smaller one.

    "This is a twenty-two caliber short. More quiet than the long rifle version, and a bit cheaper. We could fire these off all day long and not spend more than a hundred dollars. They also have less power and penetration, which is ideal for our needs."

    He gestured around him and said, "I know we're not in the city anymore, but there are still people around. We'll be firing a lot of rounds today, and I don't want any chance of ricochets or strays hitting someone. I saw several houses near while driving here."

    "Yes, safety is first priority when dealing with guns." said Juan.

    "I'm glad you said that." replied Solomon. "To many people these days don't know the barrel from the butt of a gun. Ignorance is dangerous."

    He reached into his other pocket and pulled out some bright red objects.

    "This is a twelve gauge shotgun shell. Even loaded with the finest bird shot, it would have far to much power for a group of Jissou at close range."

    He held out a smaller version of the previous round.

    "This is a four-ten shell. Smaller, cheaper, quieter and less powerful than the twelve gauge, it still packs a punch. It is louder than the twenty-two short, but will devastate groups of Jissou clustered around our bait. I have several rifles of each, twenty-two short and four-ten, so you can pick whichever you prefer."

    He looked at Danny, then at Juan. "Jack hunts with me occasionally, so I know he knows his firearm safety, but before we begin I'll want to go over the basics with you two. I don't want any accidents today."

    They both nodded in acceptance. Then Juan asked, "This sounds good for my current problem, but what will keep the Jissou in the surrounding countryside from returning to my fields tomorrow?"

    "I have several solutions for that." I replied. "First, we'll continue with the poisonings for awhile. I have much more powerful stuff than you can buy at the local hardware store. If we rotate it every few weeks, Jissou resistant to one poison should be knocked down by the next. The poison is just a stop-gap measure though. What you really need is a natural pest control method. One that will take a bit of work to set in motion, but will be very low maintenance afterwards."

    "What would that be?" asked Juan.

    "Predators. Ideally cheap, native animals or insects that would love to take a bite out of a Jissou. I've called around and located some people who could supply us with what you need." I said.

    "Excellent! What animal did you have in mind, Jack?"

    "Well, I think it might be best to go with several at once. A bird of prey, a small ground based predator, and a larger ground based predator."

    I smiled, then said, "Actually, we're going to be killing two Jissou with one stone doing this. I've talked to some local conservationists who would love to set you up with some voracious but endangered species. A local variety of owl endangered by well meaning but overzealous logging companies. A subspecies of mink hunted almost to extinction by fur poachers. And, last but not least, they want to reintroduce coyotes to this area. They were extirpated from here way back in the eighteen hundreds, and the conservationists think the time is ripe to try to bring them back."

    "This sounds good!" said Juan, with a big grin on his face. "My wife adores animals, she will love this."

    "Of course, the poisoning will have to stop before the predators are brought in. Otherwise we'll end up with secondary poisonings and some endangered species will be even more endangered. You're actually luckier than you know. The conservationists are so excited about this, they've offered to build and install the habitats for the animals for you."

    "Wonderful, wonderful! Well, that settles that. Should we get on with the day's events then?"

    "Yes," said Solomon, "I think it is time to get started. Lets go outside and set up a battle plan."

    So, we got up and trooped outside. Juan led us over to his fields to show us what we would be up against.

    His fields were large, but not huge. If you viewed them from the sky, you would see three rectangles separated by rough dirt roads that Juan used to move his equipment and harvest. The center most field had a notch cut out of the south side. The house was situated on the south most part of the cut out, with a wide lawn surrounding and separating the house from the corn.

    As we approached the edge of the cornfield, I saw a flurry of small movements at the base of the corn plants. The Jissou were retreating deeper into the corn as we came nearer. These Jissou were afraid of humans. Juan explained why.

    "They don't like to get close anymore. When they first came, they would surround the house some mornings. Damn creepy. Once I started setting the dogs on them, they stopped being so bold. I had to lock my poor pups up once we started poisoning the little bastards, though. I didn't want any 'secondary poisonings', as you said earlier. Look here."

    Juan bent and pointed to several of his corn plants. They looked ragged.

    "They gnaw on the stems and leaves, sometimes they bring down whole stalks and eat the immature ears. I've probably lost a good portion of my crop to them."

    Solomon said, "Well, lets see if we can't do something about that. I think we'll do one field at a time, starting with the center one here."

    He pointed to the center of the lawn. "We'll spread a large pile of bait there, then each of us lay down behind blinds in a row behind the house. We'll each have specific fields of fire, probably about forty-five or fifty degrees across, that we won't stray from. That's a safety measure, you understand."

    "Yeah, like when you're hunting birds with a bunch of friends. You walk in a line and only shoot to the front, never to the side or back." put in Danny.

    "Exactly." said Solomon. "Our blinds will be about fifty feet apart. Facing the corn, I'll be center left, Juan will center right. Danny, you'll take far left, next to me, and Jack will take far right."

    Solomon pointed back towards his vehicle. "I've got all the equipment we'll need in the truck. Lets unload and set it up, then spread the bait."

    The blinds consisted of camouflage netting, strung up in a 'U' shaped curtain around the shooter. They would hide us from the Jissouseki. They probably were not strictly necessary, but Solomon felt that the Jissou would be less likely to panic and flee if they couldn't see where the fire was coming from.

    Inside the blind we would each have a chair to sit on, and a small platform to rest our rifles on while shooting and to store extra ammunition. There was a narrow slot cut into the netting of the blind, running parallel to the ground, to shoot from.

    Once the blinds were set up, Solomon unloaded his rifles and the ammunition for them. He then took Juan and Danny aside to make sure they were knowledgeable enough in gun safety to participate safely.

    While he was doing that, I unloaded the food pellets we would be using as bait. I hauled several bags over to the location Solomon had indicated, then slit them open and started spreading the food out. I could see green hoods shifting and beady eyes peering out of the corn at me.

    Taking a handful of the food pellets, I opened my mouth and pretended to stuff them in. I made exaggerated chewing motions, and then swallowed my mouthful of nothing. I then said, loudly and clearly, "MMMM, this FOOD sure is good." I put a lot of emphasis on the word food.

    Turning my back on the corn, I started walking toward the rest of my party of hunters. I could already hear the high pitched squeals and clamor of the Jissou talking amongst themselves.

    "Food, techi!"

    "It might be more bad food, desu."

    "But mister man ate some. He even said it was good, desu."

    "Wait! Wait, maggot-chan, techi. When the tall man goes away, then we'll go eat, techi."

    "Mama, so hungry, techi."

    "Don't eat little sister, desu!"

    There were even more high pitched voices that I couldn't make out, probably the littlest Jissou and the maggots. Not a single one of them bothered to ask the most obvious question: why had 'mister man' left the food there, unguarded, in the first place?

    When I reached the others, Danny turned towards me and exclaimed, "Wow, they're going for it."

    I turned around and looked. They were streaming out of the corn, and several were already at the food. They hadn't even waited until I was halfway across the lawn.

    They were kneeling down and scooping up great handfuls, then shoving as much as possible into their mouths. I saw several try to swallow several times, turn blue, then keel over. The food wasn't poisoned, they had just gotten so much in their mouths they couldn't breath. Instead of spitting some of it out, they had suffocated, unwilling to let go of any of the food.

    Solomon looked over at me, "Ok, they're safe and ready to go." waving his hand at Danny and Juan. Each had a rifle in hand.

    "What's your pleasure, twenty-two or four-ten?" Solomon asked me.

    "I'll take a twenty-two, for now." I said.

    "Ok, here you go. Take a couple of bricks of rounds, too." he said, handing me the rifle, some clips, and ammunition.

    I tucked the ammo under my arm, and took the rifle, making sure to keep the business end pointed squarely at the ground. Each brick held a thousand rounds of twenty-two shorts. I was glad I had asked Solomon to help, he really knew what he was doing. Several thousand rounds of twenty-two shorts could be held by a single hand, but had I brought a larger weapon I would have needed a backpack to carry so many.

    "Alright, take your positions, but hold your fire until I say. When I give the O.K., open up. Try to make every shot count, don't 'spray and pray' as they call it. When I say 'Hold fire', everyone stops immediately. We'll let the amount of Jissou build up, then shoot another volley. We will repeat this process until the Jissou stop gathering in significant quantities, then move on to the next field."

    We all started walking towards our blinds, Solomon added, "If you get in trouble, if your rifle jams, or anything else, just yell 'Hold fire!' loudly. We'll all stop firing, and I'll come over to help.

    We each settled into our positions, Danny on the far left, with a four-ten, then Solomon, with a twenty-two. Juan was next, with a four-ten("I always liked scatter-guns." he had said), and then myself on the far right.

    The four-tens were pump action. Each shotgun could hold six rounds, five in the horizontal magazine under the barrel and one in the chamber. Shotguns usually had a spacer installed in the magazine to prevent several of the shells from being loaded. This was because many states had a three round limit on the size of shotgun magazines, to give birds and game a 'fair' chance. Solomon had removed these spacers, so the four-tens could be used to their full potential against the Jissou.

    The twenty-two shorts were semi-automatic rifles. They usually had ten or twenty-round clips, but Solomon had some larger clips of fifty and one hundred round capacity that we used. They took awhile to load, but lasted much longer. They were not strictly legal, but then Solomon didn't hunt with them. They were purely for play, but today they would be put to some serious work.

    When I had first turned to look at the bait, there had been several Jissou eating it. By the time we had finished talking and started walking to the blinds, there had been dozens. But now? Now there were at least one hundred, perhaps two or three. There were all down on their knees or bellies, pushing and shoving one another out of the way. The maggots that had managed to crawl their way over to the food were being trampled, unnoticed by their mothers and older siblings.

    "Ok, ear protection and safety glasses on, please!" called out Solomon. He waited a few moments, then called out again. "Everyone ready?"

    "Ready." responded Danny.

    "Ready to go." said Juan.

    "Ready.' I replied.

    "Alright, load your weapons. Call out 'Set' when you're finished."

    Having one of the semi-automatic twenty-twos, it took just a couple seconds to insert the clip, then pull back the slide. Flipping off the safety, I settled the rifle's open sights on a particularly large Jissou, aiming for just above and between the eyes.

    "Set!" I called out.

    Danny and Juan were a few more moments, having to load each four-ten shell individually.

    "Set." said Danny, loudly.

    "Set!" finished Juan, a second later.

    "FIRE!" shouted Solomon.

    I gently squeezed the trigger of my rifle, and a crack-pop hit my muffled ears as my well aimed bullet traveled almost instantaneously across the seventy-five feet separating me from my prey. A small hole appeared in the forehead of my first kill. The Jissou's knees buckled immediately, and it fell forward onto its face, knocking several smaller Jissou sprawling. I could see no exit wound on the back of its hooded head. Perfect.

    Unlike most movies and video games, when something is shot it does not go flying backwards from the force of the bullet. Well, that is not quite true. Small things will move a bit. An empty aluminium can might jump up a few feet if you hit it right. Or wrong, depending on how you look at it. No, all of the force of a bullet is concentrated on basically a pinpoint. Whatever is behind that pinpoint will be pushed aside, mashed and broken, until the bullet runs out of energy.

    If the brain is behind that pinpoint, it will cease functioning and the body, directionless, falls. Usually forward. I aimed for the head. I also concentrated on the larger ones.

    My second kill was a bit smaller than my first, and it also wasn't clean. I aimed at a Jissou that was facing to one side, stuffing food in it's mouth. My shot went a bit off, and instead of hitting its temple I took off its jaw.

    The Jissou continued to shove food towards its face for a few seconds, then seemed to realize that something was wrong. It felt its face, then mouth, with its paws. What was left of its jaw was a pulpy mass of bone, tongue, and skin. Its eyes went even wider than normal, and it started emitting an extremely high pitched screeing sound which I could hear, barely, over the noise of the other rifles. It flailed its arms in the air, then ran haphazardly through the other Jissou, knocking those smaller than it down, and bouncing off of those larger. As it ran it fill up its panties to the brim, then past.

    I considered finishing it off, but decided not to waste the bullet. A Jissou that couldn't eat was a Jissou that was already dead. Even if it managed to escape the killing field and survive its wounds, it was just a matter of time before it starved to death.

    Several of the small Jissou and maggots that had been near the jawless Jissou looked at it in mild surprise and curiosity for a moment, then went back to eating when it ran away. One maggot inched over to the bloodstained wad of food that had been in my target's mouth and started to gum at it. I could just imagine the thing saying, "Mmmm, food is yummy, refu."

    I popped it with well placed shot. Gore splattered everywhere. The other Jissou, so intent upon the food, hardly noticed.

    Returning to the larger Jissou, I started timing my shots with my breath. Every time I exhaled, another Jissouseki died. Most of them I shot through the head. Those leaning away from me I shot in the torso. They weren't so lucky, because I didn't aim for the heart. Hell, I didn't even know where they kept it. I had never bothered to take one of the things apart to see how they were put together.

    The gut shot ones usually flailed around for a while before dying, often times crushing smaller Jissou in their death throes. This got the attention of others nearby, but they didn't connect the deaths of some of their members to the popping sounds coming from across the lawn. Some of the Jissou seemed to try to help the wounded ones, though what they thought they could do is any body's guess.

    Others realized that the wounded Jissou were too weak to fight back, and immediately started eating them. They would usually begin at the easy spots. Eyes went first, then the rest of the face. Smaller Jissou would tear at the ends of the arms and legs, while maggots would start in on the piles of excrement flooding out of the dying Jissou.

    Still others would ignore this completely, focusing on the food scattered in the grass. I would shoot any Jissou I could get a decent shot at, and I wasn't lacking for targets.

    More quickly than I had expected, my finger squeezed the trigger and all I received in return was a dry 'click!'. My clip was empty. One hundred rounds gone, and nearly one hundred dead Jissou. I glanced over at my compatriots to see how they were doing.

    Danny was also in the midst of reloading. There was a pile of spent red casings at his right foot, where they dropped every time he pumped his shotgun. He had several rows of unfired rounds lined up on his platform. His fingers were working quickly but with almost unerring accuracy, shoving new shells into his rifle. I saw that each row had six shells, exactly as many as his shotgun held.

    My eyes left Danny, and drifted over to Solomon. He was hunched over his twenty-two, firing at a rapid but steady pace, about one shot every second. There were several empty clips at his side. I doubted that even a single bullet had gone astray.

    Juan was aiming each shot carefully, then firing. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, although when he pumped his shotgun, jacking an old shell out of the chamber and a new one in, he did it quickly and firmly.

    Glancing down range, I took a moment to see what effects the shot what having on the Jissou. It wasn't pretty, not that anything associated with Jissou ever was.

    The shot was very fine, for hunting animals such as small birds, squirrels, and snakes. The shotguns had a device on the end of the barrel, called the choke. The function of a choke was to either narrow down the cloud of pellets leaving the barrel, or let it go wider, depending on which way one twisted it. Solomon had set these as wide as they would go.

    The pellet cloud would leave the barrel at less than an inch in diameter. By the time it got to the Jissou, about seventy-five feet away, it would be over two feet in diameter.

    If a smaller Jissou was hit by enough of the pellets, it would be shredded to pieces. Jissou flesh is not as resilient as a normal animal's, so when struck by the shot, it tended to give way in spectacular fashion. The larger Jissou were injured by the pellets, but usually not fatally. At least, not immediately fatally.

    If a larger Jissou was facing towards Juan, the pellets would destroy its face and front side. Eyes would pop, teeth shatter, and cheeks rend. If the Jissou were large enough, the pellets would not pierce its skull, only crack and chip it. If slightly smaller, the pellets would penetrate to the brain, causing either immediate death, or an amusing amount of spasms and twitching. Pellets hitting the torso of the Jissou would often rip open the skin, spilling out bowels and copious amounts of blood and shit. It was hard to tell the last two apart. Arms and legs were sometimes blown partially or completely away from the body.

    Yes, each shot of Juan's scatter-gun caused a small eruption of gore from the crowd of Jissou gathered on the lawn. I watched him take a bead on a rather large Jissou, sporting an even larger penis. The Jissou was facing toward the house, towards Juan and the rest of us.

    The penis took the brunt of the blast, with the tip and most of the shaft virtually exploding. The smaller Jissou and maggots around the main target were annihilated, turning into mounds and puddles of green sludge. The dicked Jissou's face was also ruined, and most of its arms and legs were damaged as well.

    It fell over backwards, the remains of its cock still sticking straight up in the air. It whined and mewled pathetically through what was left of its throat and mouth, and rolled from side to side trying to escape from the pain.

    Returning my attention to my own rifle, I popped my empty clip out and replaced it with a fresh one. I set aside the empty clip to reload later.

    Raising my rifle to my shoulder again, I resumed sending my deadly barrage of lead towards the Jissou.

    6 - Results

    Solomon called out a "Hold fire!" just as I was finishing my second clip. I immediately pulled my finger from the trigger, put the safety on, and removed the clip. I then pulled back the slide to check the chamber: empty, and set the rifle down on my platform. The barrel was quite hot.

    I stood up and walked over to Solomon. Juan and Danny did the same.

    Now, standing together, we took a long look down range at the devastation we had caused.

    Jissou had continued to flood out of the corn fields as we had begun to shoot. Even the louder booms of the four-tens had not deterred them. Solomon had run through three hundred-round clips, and one fifty-round clip. Danny and Juan had each shot about forty or fifty shotgun shells, and I had two empty hundred-round clips.

    Solomon asked Danny and Juan to estimate how many Jissou each shotgun blast killed. They conferred, then both agreed on a number, saying at least four or five, and as many as fifteen if they found a dense grouping of the things.

    Solomon nodded, then said, "Good, that means we may have killed as many as a thousand of them this round. We'll reload our clips and wait for a few minutes. They've stopped coming out so fast. If we give them some time, they may get their courage back."

    I looked back down at the scattered food and even more scattered Jissou. The ones that were not dead were either blue with shock, or gorging on food pellets and flesh. I guessed that we had killed at least seventy-five percent of the group of Jissou. Another ten or fifteen percent had received glancing blows from the shot. They would probably succumb eventually, even if they managed to survive the rest of the day. Most of the still living Jissou had been on the outskirts of the herd.

    We moved back into our blinds and waited. Solomon and I reloaded our empty clips as we did. A few Jissou were still coming out of the corn, but the large initial flood had stopped. Every so often a large group or family would break cover and go pelting out towards the bait and dead and dying.

    It always amazed me how Jissou could stand among a mound of bodies, and all they would think is, "All this food! How can I keep it for just myself, desu?". They completely lacked empathy. If the carnage wasn't happening in the immediate now, to them(or their family, some of them had at least that much), then they might as well be going for a nice stroll in the park. They were oblivious to the suffering of their fellows.

    We waited for another few minutes, hoping that the sounds of our weapons and the lamentations of the dying had not scared the rest away. We did not wait in vain.

    About five minutes after I had finished reloading and checking out my rifle, the others and I started hearing an odd sound. It was a strange sound, kind of a cross between rustling and slithering, with a high pitched murmuring and talking thrown in as well.

    It was the sound of several thousand Jissouseki moving down the rows of corn, towards the bait and us, all at once. Word must have finally reach the back of the field, and they were all coming as fast as they could. The trickle of Jissou emerging from the corn started to increase slowly. First one or two here, then several groups of six or seven there. A steady stream of the things soon started emerging.

    Then the dam broke completely. So many Jissou were coming out of the corn that the plants on the edge of the field were pushed over and trampled by them. Smaller Jissou and maggots not being carried were ground into paste by the larger ones hurrying towards the food and flesh in front of them.

    Solomon called out, "Alright, everyone ready? Hold your fire until I give the word."

    "Ready and set!" I called back in answer. Juan and Danny did likewise.

    "Ok, wait for it! Waaaaiit for iiiit…" Solomon said loudly.

    "Until we see the reds of they eyes?" asked Danny, with a laugh.

    "FIRE!" yelled Solomon, for the second time that day.

    We did, mowing down the Jissou as fast as we could. There were so many that it was impossible to miss. I ran out of loaded clips a few minutes later, and had to reload them quickly. Juan and Danny both ran out of ammo a bit after that, and had to run to Solomon's truck to get more.

    When Solomon called out a 'Hold fire!', it wasn't because there were no more Jissou left. Indeed, I think there were more living Jissou on the lawn after we stopped than when we had started. Solomon halted us because we had to let the barrels of the rifles cool. Mine wasn't quite glowing red, but I certainly couldn't touch it.

    "We're going to have to give the guns a thorough cleaning before we move on to the next field." Solomon said. "Firing so many rounds through rifles in such a short period isn't good for them."

    All in all, we spent about three hours killing Jissou in the first field. We lost count of how many rounds we fired during each of the five volleys we launched at them. Solomon estimated that we killed at least seven or eight thousand of the things, and perhaps as many and nine or ten thousand.

    When we stopped, there were bodies stacked several Jissou deep in places, and the whole north side of the lawn was coated in blood, gore, and green shit. Jissou were still coming out of the corn, but just a few. The vast majority of Jissou that had infested Juan's center cornfield were dead and dying on the ground in front of us.

    We broke for lunch, cleaning the firearms as we ate. After that we moved all the gear and guns to the west edge of the western field and set everything back up. The other two fields took slightly longer, and had more Jissou in them than the middle field. Each took about four hours to exhaust of Jissouseki. By the time we were done it was almost dark.

    Loading everything into Solomon's truck, we drove back to the farmhouse. His wife had come home while we were clearing out the last field. She wasn't very happy with the mess on the lawn, but was glad that the harvest was safe.

    She had cooked us a big farm dinner. A roast chicken, potatoes, carrots, gravy, wonderful homemade bread, and two different kinds of pies for dessert. We tucked in with obvious enthusiasm and satisfaction.

    After I had managed to finish the last bite of my third piece of pie, I let out a contented sigh.

    "Well, Juan, I might just cut your bill in half for that meal. I haven't had anything so good in years."

    Danny and Solomon echoed my thanks, each having eaten so much they could barely move.

    Juan's wife blushed at the compliment, and thanked us for the kind words.

    "Well, what do you want to do with the dead Jissou?" I asked. "I know a guy who runs a cleaning and disposal outfit. It's not their usual thing, but I don't think they would object to the work."

    "No, thank you." replied Juan, "I think I'll try to mulch them, as odd as that sounds. They might make good fertilizer, and I would be getting something back for all the pain and inconvenience they have caused us."

    "Alright, sounds good. I've got several bags of poison treated food pellets in the back of my truck for you. Use them 'til the conservationists move your predators on to the farm."

    "When will that be?" asked Juan.

    "Well, they should come out either tomorrow or the day after. They'll have a look around and find good spots for the animal habitats. I'm not sure when they will actually move the animals here. It may take several months to work everything out properly. The poisons should keep your corn safe until then."

    With that, Solomon, Danny and I stood up. Our job was done, and it was time to leave. It was a good thing to, as we were dead tired. It had been a long, weird, disgusting day. Juan and his wife followed us out to our cars to say goodbye.

    "Thank you! Thank you for saving my farm." he said gratefully to all of us.

    "No problem, that's what we're here for." I said with a smile. "But don't thank me yet, you haven't seen the bill I'll be sending out in about a week."

    "As long as it is less than the cost of losing an entire crop's worth of corn, it will be cheap enough." he replied.

    "Alright gang, lets ride!" I said to Danny and Solomon, and we did.

    We stopped at Solomon's house and helped him unload his gear.

    "Thanks for giving me a hand today, Solomon. I couldn't have done it without you." I said to him as I shook his hand.

    "I'm glad to help a friend, Jack." he replied. "I have to admit, I had a bit of fun. Even if it was odd work."

    "Make up a list of all the supplies and ammunition we used up, and how much wear you think we put on the rifles. Tack on whatever you think your time was worth then get back to me with the number. I'll add it on to Juan's bill and get you the money as soon as possible."

    "Will do. I'll see you one of these next weekends! I haven't forgotten your promise!" said Solomon, smiling and waving as we left.

    "I haven't forgotten either, see you then."

    Danny and I got into the truck and drove back to the shop. It had been a long day, alright. I slept very well that night, but had some strange, strange dreams.

    To be continued…

    <Author's note>

    This story is a bit different than my last one. I want to explore how Jissouseki affect all different parts of society, and doing another story about a home invasion seemed repetitive and redundant. I hope you enjoyed it.

    I have another idea that I want to write about next. I've been planning it out in my head while I was writing this story. It will probably be the last Exterminator tale.

    Thank you for reading.

    -Jissoucutioner
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    I am a veterinarian.

    Now, I love treating animals, because they are often very calming. I fell in love with animals at a young age, because my parents often had many different pets. Dogs, cats, birds, fish, turtles, and even rats. Normally I would never dislike a session.

    However, a new animal has appeared. I disliked treating them because of how unsanitary and disgusting they are. My practice dealt with Jissouseki for a while, because they were technically animals. Ever since a CERTAIN visit from that particular animal, they have been blacklisted from my practice.

    One morning, an old woman had visited my office. In tow on her arm was a huge Jissou at least two feet tall, connected to a heavy leash on a pink collar that also had clip-on bows. This Jissou seemed of a wild variety, as if she adopted it off the streets. Its eyes were slightly dullened, as if it was not very intelligent. Its diaper exuded a foul smell, and its mouth was extra slackened, releasing copious amounts of drool and its hairy nostrils were dripping a yellowish mucus.

    Each breath it took through its nose was like a snore, as if it was congested. Additionally, the foul beast made a loud gulping sound as it swallowed the catch from its sinuses. I was disgusted, but I could not let the old woman onto it, just like I did with the owner of the puppy with the visible worms hanging out of its anus. She smiled politely as she walked up to the counter, and from over it I could see the Jissou tugging on her skirt.

    "Hungry, desu. Give food now, desu. Make happy, desu."

    The Jissou said that in a surprisingly deep voice. The old woman took out a hard candy and handed it to her little pet, whom chewed it up without thinking about the plastic wrapper. It took a little more work, but the candy was successfully eaten and the shreds of plastic were swallowed as well.

    "So, uh, how may I help you?" I had asked the kind old woman as the Jissou noisily demanded more.

    "My baby here is having potty troubles. There is an awful lot of blood when she goes poopies." She replied softly, and reached down to rub the triangular ear of her pet. If a Jissou could purr like a cat, this one would.

    "DeEEEeeeeeEEEEEeeeee…"

    It said in an almost orgasmic way.

    "I see, well, I will………examine your pet's colon and intestines." The thought looking into the Jissou-hole made me cringe

    "Well, whatever is needed to make my baby all better." She offers me the leash, and I walk around the desk to tug on the leash in an attempt to bring the Jissou to the examination room.

    "Come on, this way." I tell the ugly dumpling.

    "Deeeeeeeee!" It didn't like the idea of a stranger in a clean smelling office and white coat taking her to a back room, because she was snarling at me like a dog. Most likely it had flashbacks of bad jissou gloves people torturing the Jissou that she used to know, and I did have latex gloves in my pocket.

    "Don't be like that, baby. This is a nice man." The old lady rubbed its head once again, and it became elated just like that.

    "Desu~!"

    We went into the back room, and the old lady lifted up her Jissou onto the examination table. As the Jissou looked around curiously, I asked some important questions.

    "Has your pet had any shots?" The jissou turned to look at me. I could see that it was feeling a little nervous, like it was keeping its eyes on me at all times so that I did not attack it.

    "No, she has not. I would like to get her some vaccines too." She kept her hands on the Jissou at all times to keep it calm and under control.

    "Okay, well we have some Jissouseki supplements. One that helps to prevent sinus infection, heart disease, worms.." I counted off the many problems that Jissou could have, and the many drugs that could help them. Most of them were derived from other animal based drugs, but worked just as well on Jissouseki.

    The old woman nodded her head. "Those would be wonderful! I want my baby to be in the best of health."

    As I wondered wether these drugs would really make that monster healthy, I took out many different needles, and bottles of clear fluid with neatly written labels and seals. Each syringe was filled and tapped, then squeezed to release the air bubbles. The Jissou stared at them as they squirted out some liquid into the sink. I then applied rubbing alcohol to the site of the injection.

    "Please hold her still, this might make her panic."

    I turned around and brandished the 3 inch needle. The Jissou turned blue and immediately attempted to leap off the table, except the old woman now had her thin arms around the Jissou.

    "Miss Lady, help me, desu! DeeeEEEEE!!! Deee! Mister man kill me, DEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

    It shrieked loudly as it squirmed in its own waste-filled diaper. With one hand I held the arm of the Jissou still, and with the other I thrust the needle into the pale flesh.

    "DEGAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa….!?"

    The initial pain wasn't that bad, and the Jissou seemed to calm down once the needle was withdrawn. She rubbed at the tiny wound, smearing a droplet of green blood. She looked at her master whom was still comforting her. She wasn't dead, so that stuff wasn't life threatening, she figured.

    However, when a new needle was brought forth, it began all over again. The Jissou screeched and swiped at the needle, causing it to sink into her flabby paw.

    "D-D-DEE! Stupid human make hurt, desu! Want go home, desu! Take home, desu!"

    The Jissou turned to the old woman and started flailing her paws, striking her chest rather ineffectively and staining the white bloude with red and green dots.

    Rather tired of this ridiculous show, I collected the rest of the needles and quickly injected them one after the other.

    "JEGIIK! DEGA! DEGYA! DEGUUUHK!"

    The Jissou began to wail loudly.

    "Please don't be so rough. She's very sensitive."

    This old crone was starting to get on my nerves. It was time to finish this.

    "I'll begin an examination of your pet's bowels with a camera connected to the end of a snake."

    "S-snake!?" She looked surprised, as if thinking it was a real snake.

    "It's a nickname I gave to this." I picked up a nearby tube that had a clear plastic dome on the end. Inside was a lightbulb and camera that rotated like a turret with the push of a joystick. "It'll let us see inside your pet's bowels clearly."

    "Oh, thank goodness!" She was a geniune old woman, oblivious to technological surroundings.

    "Since Jissou are highly prone to panic, it'll be a good idea to give her some gas to make her sleepy." I rolled over a tank of gas, and handed the mask to the woman. "She trusts you, so make her put that on."

    "Okay baby, put this on!" She put the mask over the nose and mouth of the still sobbing Jissou, and she suddenly looked curious of the strange face gear. The gas was turned on, and it was odorless. After a minute of exposure, the Jissou began to feel drowsy, and had started to yawn and become droopy-eyed. The old woman had helped the Jissou lay down on its side, and gradually fell asleep to her petting.

    I needed something to kill!

    With that problem out of the way, I started to remove the diaper. The smell was so bad I could not breathe. It felt like going 70 mph with your head out the window. The sheer power of the wind made you gag and suffocate! But instead, it was the fumes!

    "Oh-oh god!" I quickly walked to the ventilation and hit the ventilation fan. The fans slowed to a stop and went in reserve, sucking out the noxious fumes. Before I exposed the highly expensive equipment to such an acidic environment, I cleaned up the specimen with paper towels and rubber gloves.

    As the Jissou's crevasse became clearer and clearer, the Jissou's problem was revealed.

    The dual-purpose hole of shitting and birthing was lined with what appeared to be stacked hemorrhoids and bags of infected pus. Something penetrated this Jissou multiple times and caused wounds. Feces then entered the wounds and created infected pus bags.

    It was like the bubbles on pizza, but far worse…

    "Wow.. Your pet needs surgery to remove these. If not taken care of, it might cause something much worse."

    "When can you start the surgery?" the old woman asked in a concerned manner, as she petted her baby.

    "Well we can discuss that after we take a look inside its bowels."

    I threw away the old gloves and put on a new pair, and reached into a drawer for some vaseline. With a generous wad on my fingers, I spread it around the Jissou's hole. Once the outside was primed, I inserted my fingers to generously coat the inside. I could feel even more hemhorrhages. I pulled out my hand and the glove was coated in pus.

    "Oh my!" The old woman remarked.

    I threw away those gloves and washed my hands thoroughly. I couldn't scrub hard enough!

    "Well, I don't think I'll be going to lunch today. Let's get this over with."

    I turned on the television hooked up to the camera, and inserted it slowly. Thanks to the light bulb, we could see the dark pink walls and bulging sacks with thick veins. As the camera pushed past, occasionally a bag of pus would pop and blind the camera. A quick shake would enable us to see again, however. The camera stopped as it reached a large cavernous organ. At that time we could hear the Jissou stirring.

    "Did the gas already wear off? It couldn't have!" I remarked as the Jissou sat up to look at us.

    "..deee…..DE?!"

    The Jissou could feel something inside her, and it must have triggered the protective reproductive response. As the left eye of the Jissou brightened into a red, the camera caught the wrinkly pink walls of the organ suddenly grow a hair-thin sack filled with light green fluid.

    "What's happening?" Asked the old woman.

    "I guess we're watching your Jissou give birth to children." I hit record on the VCR in case she wanted a copy.

    We were unable to see the Jissou crystal with the low quality feed. By the time we would if we looked hard enough, tissue had began to form around them. Gradually these balls of flesh became larger and larger, and vaguely shaped into a normal grub. The eyes were bulbous and closed, and the tongue had already formed and was already sticking out of the A shaped mouth. Once the tiny buds of limbs had began protruding from the body, a shiny green substance seeped out of every pore, forming what we know to be the body stocking of the grub. As I turned the camera, I took note of differences.

    Some of the grubs were naked or bald, due to genetic flaws. Others were missing eyes or had extra eyes. One of them had a mouth in the center of their chest, and red fluid could be seen flowing out of this mouth. It seems that this grub would die before it would be born due to an unfortunate mutation that caused total blood loss. Even as it continued to form, its face had gone a pale blue. I could have been already dead…

    "How unfortunate, it looks like that baby won't survive." I mentioned off-handedly.

    "Dee….dee….DE! Baby, desu….my baby, degaaaaa!!!!" The Jissou was watching the video feed as well. It was terrified for its child, knowing that it would die. But it was the fault of nature and no one in particular.

    "Can you help it?" the old woman asked.

    "No, Jissou are too delicate to recover from serious injury like that. Plus to stop the bleeding I'd have to seal up the mouth which would make it starve."

    We went back to watching. At this time the green material had hardened and detached from the skin, and the hair had sprouted. As the larvae continued to develop body fat, the eyes became gradually less sunken, and the cheeks fattened considerably.

    I turned the camera and saw a row of children already in the thumb child state. They also had panties and bib, as well as their dress. As they floated in the embryonic fluid, we could see their green slippers tightly snug onto their hoofs.

    A few moments later, they began to move. It did not seem like a conscious action, more like a dog that moved its legs while it slept, as it dreamed about chasing a cat. As their limbs faintly kicked and flailed, they 'swam' around the pods, abbraising the walls to collect a thick green ooze that seeped out. It seemed to be some kind of protective covering. This kicking had weakened the walls of the pods considerably, and they had split open and spilled their contents. The bladder and bowels emptied as well, and the camera as submerged in multi-colored fluid. One of the babies had been at the forefront, and its fragile head popped as it impacted with the camera's dome.

    "Ah, shit!"

    I slowly withdrew the camera, while at the same time reaching over for a waste pan usually used to collect pet feces that are released when they're sedated. All of the infants poured into the pan as the mother grunted and heaved. It sounded akin to someone that had just gotten an enema. Sploosh sploosh plop splash sploosh ploosh.

    The smell was awful, and I set the pan next to the mother whom immediately began to clean off her babies.

    "I'm guessing you'll want to take these babies home, don't you?"

    As all of the birthing fluid was cleaned off of a maggot, it opened its eyes brightly and barked to no one in particular.

    "Refu!"

    "Actually, I will just keep my baby. Please take these infants and find them good homes." The old woman said as her pet Jissou looked at her in shock, her face paling.

    "Miss lady no my babies, desu? My babies, desu! Must take, desu! Live with, desu!"

    "I can't afford to take care of your babies too. I'm sorry sweetie." She said, and got her baby a new diaper from her purse.

    I shrugged and picked up the pan as well as the maggot that the mother was holding. I put it back into the pan with its still slumbering sisters. Nonchalantly I put each child under the blast of cold water from the faucet. Each one would try to inhale and shriek, but would get a gulp of water instead. They came out shivering and coughing, and I set them into an empty cotton ball jar.

    They milled about, chattering their refu and rechi over and over. One of them has immediately asserted itself as the pully, and weakly slapped a maggot. The dead maggot that exploded earlier was already gone, eaten by it's siblings near instantly.

    "I'll see what I can do. Please come back next week for the surgery to remove the hemorrhages. Here's a prescription for the apparent infections. I'll give you a tape of the pregnancy if you want."

    I signed some papers. The Jissou spent the last five minutes desperately trying to reach her children that were in the glass jar on the counter, going as far as opening the drawers and trying to use them as stairs. I stopped her before she could, and sent her on her way with her owner. I sighed heavily and put the snake into the bin for tools that needed disinfecting.

    I'd get rid of those babies, but they weren't going to go to homes!
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    I am back after 8 years. Writing a jissou extermination story, just wanted to say hi.

    I'm the guy who suggested around 2011 that Jissou should be an escapee from Amaterasu labs rescued by 4chan but had to…err, leave Germany urgently. It had nothing to do with punching a guy and causing trouble.

    Anyway just a bump, I'll be posting it soon. My headcanon is Jissou have no bones, but a cheaper, less calcium containing cartilage layer keeping them soft and squishable, like the Jissou drawn by the guy who gives them D faces.
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    >>20497
    Welcome back!
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    Do you think non-English stories are or should be allowed on Guro?
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