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Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 34 (part 7)
Sorting all relevant data of the three Primer packs and their stated identities under “Archives of Primer Lineage; Pack Family List.” They resolved to throw in all the relevant maps and observation logs of each team that encountered the Primers. Like a sick amusement, they would all log perks of encountering each with a side comment of rating, as if they were testing products from the secondhand market. Treating each family with a five-star rating for how they handle coexistence with the humans felt like a good way to alleviate their boredom.The files after this are the clincher they thought would be best left for last, besides it being the literal last thing done for Ten-Twenty-One, Fall, Seventy-One. These were all the logs of Prof. Tenorio and Reina’s conversations regarding human test subjects.“Inquiry: Have you tried using the Oponer-Ult with humans?”“Response: No. All paperwork against human experimentation won’t happen until we have the human rights regulation passed as pe
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 35 (part 1)
Chapter 35Returning home that night was hell when Trust was forced to have them spend the night in the streets, specifically a park of a residential condominium. Almost grand looking with amenities available for everyone on the entire grounds. He used the available comfort room to wash himself of any excess blood and dirt from his Primer self. Partly comfortably naked, he dusted himself with the thought of letting himself get the brunt of shame and just walk around.His luck was filled to the brim when he walked naked and had all the shame to walk to people for help. Instantly, the people who saw his plight about struggling to meet ends as he and his lover eloped, brought the old women he met to tears.Acting like they were a couple mismatched from the start, but their love was profound that they eloped, intent on living for themselves. Their families hunted them down to the point of poverty and they were forced to sleep in the streets of C-city, even though there were other opportun
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 35 (part 2)
Betts’s head was tucked under her arms as she slept on her side, half curled, and almost hugging herself in a fetal position. The window was open for most of the cleaning he did but had to close it again when he opened the air conditioner when he saw that Betts was sweating so much that she moved around her sleep.The bed sheets have been changed three times since she slept on the bed, and on all occasions, it was due to her swearing profusely and the few times he had awoken with wet discharge from both their crotches. He didn’t know what to think about experiencing “wet dreams” for both of them when, firstly, he doesn’t seem to recall ever dreaming of anything sensual. His mind is black and blank with surety because since the start of the incident he hasn’t closed his eyes without seeing himself stay in what he knows as a dream-like world.He knows that Betts also experiences this type of thing because as they sleep, his dream self would feel her presence. Whether it was close by or
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 35 (part 3)
Trust’s cock isn’t that impressive, in the way he could compare with other men he’s had the pleasure to be acquainted with, intercourse-wise. Though, he could tell that he was above average than most when it was on high alert. At the time his partners would ogle at him, expecting the best sex of their lives, which for most can’t be exactly an achievement to proclaim. But he knows he’s got good enough experience to satisfy his partners, close to a thing called heaven and almost bordering the barriers of death. That last one was due to the weirdly inconsistent stamina he’s shown throughout.Holding it from the base, he knows very well how he likes his cock to be teased. Putting a little bit of pressure, by way of his thumb over the vein, he slowly traced it up and down. Repeating it several times as he gently held it with the rest of his hand in solitary warmth. Light droplets of his semen dribbled on the side as it helped lubricate his hand, enough for him to feel the pleasure of his p
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 35 (part 4)
Trust managed to press all the areas that ground Betts gears into higher points of pleasure, even if she was half asleep from all this, it didn’t stop her from moaning and expressing her bliss through her mewling sounds. Escaping from her lips were gasps and subtle twitches of her shoulder as he grazed her vagina’s walls as if the head of his dick nuzzled her curves within.Lubricated to the point he could tell that he was slipping with ease, despite measurable having his cock caress her, he wanted to hear her scream the same way she does when she fucks him awake. But now that he’s languidly inside and near her body, he noticed that her muscles and parts of her body are reacting and sore.Having this sense of multitasking attention doesn’t bode well, even if he could keep his mind continuously controlling his actions to play his part like a well-oiled machine, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. Enough that his heart stumbles from its footing when he felt a tender lump on the side
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 35 (part 5)
“Was that a chant of some sort? Like a spell?” Answered a voice, in front of Betts even though no one was there. There was a hint of nostalgia forced into Betts mind when she heard the voice speak, but its familiarity outweighs the curiosity about who could it come from. Owing to how invisible the other party was, and the sheer level of acceptance Betts is willing to tolerate, she looked around. There was a hope that she was with someone, anyone that could provide shape to the voice but as of now, no one was there. “Hello,” Betts said. “Can you show yourself?” She asked as she tried looking around one more time. The light remained white and blinding from the Victorian arched window, its glass still a mystery if it was there or not. The curtains have now ceased to move, instead, they stayed stock still like stones were tied on their ends, pulling down. Gravity must be so strong on that spot of the room because the cloth began to look, seem, and at some point, feel stretched. Drinkin
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 36 (part 1)
Chapter 36Amber liquid swirled on a petri dish on Dr. Akyls makeshift side table, a metal stool that was repurposed as a drawer table for her bedside. The newer residential rooms of Northwoods were opened recently and she’s been given the privilege to own one for herself, the same way as any other head of teams and Reina.Reina was the exception to this because she has her own office that could fit three king-size beds, but she instead fit a folding sofa bed, making her room fit with all the furnishing of an office living room built with hidden pockets of utensils for a house. On the side of her lodging, there’s nothing to comment on since Akyl’s used to living on her own, away from her family.What matters now is not the visible comfort she’s been wanting to find herself in, but rather the need for courage to face the impending decision and actions they are about to face. Since she read Reina and Prof. Tenorio’s email about the project they plan to do O-Ult (Oponer-Ult), she’s begun
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 36 (part 2)
His identity was not a shock to the staff but an uncomfortable reality that the “Dimension Pocket” does not spare any person in the long run. Every person would have felt differently, hopeful even if the situation had only affected adults. At least, most of the ones with martyr-like morals. Akyl herself couldn’t stop the ideology of a pretentious hopeful, or romantic.But that partially pretended because she can sense that every adult in this facility is plagued by the fear that once they discover details about the identity of the Primers and what role the “Dimension Pocket” held, they would lose a sense of reality. Some of them are already sinking deep into their road of ambition, and greed, or blind to what can be considered “according to humanistic ethics.”“We’re all mad here,” she said as she picked up a piece of shrimp coated in crispy breading. She had requested for seafood platter in the cafeteria since she had missed her dinner.If Reina insisted to live like a lavish queen,
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Epilog
EpilogueThe caves underground lead nowhere man could tolerate, with the pressure of the world pressing over them, no one can follow the Primer monsters as they exit the premise of C-city. These Primers are not going to be eaten and smothered by power over time, however, they will co-exist in a community built by Memoria.Memoria who sat almost half a millennia awake under the ruins of F-city played another game of race between the lines with several other internet connection nodes that are knowingly joined into the old working cable lines of the dead city. Then when the race finishes, they rest for the while, thinking like a person, old and hesitant.They’ve long forgotten that they could easily browse these connections so that they could monitor the condition of the world and their old friends who now walks the human world with the grace that could only dignify those with experience. They have experience too, of a different kind, all collected from the vast brains and words of those
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 37 (part 1)
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
