Both Ways
Plumes of traitorous gas clogged my waste tubes. It carried the stench of a toasted bucket of ass. Several times I choked up my own blood. The steam and the bubbles were fascinatingly calm.
Mommy’s thrashing about made it difficult for me to put her the fuck down, and yet I wouldn’t back down. We’re both woman now! Have I mentioned that? Scary, scary stuff. Say, have you ever shaken your mother so badly that she tore herself from her ovipositor just to teach you a lesson? By killing you, no doubt? What a bitch, right? Oh, but I’m asking far too many questions. Get this: She doesn’t think I can be a good mother.
She’s right, you know. But it hurts all the same.
Thick and dense was her tail, bashing the side of my jaw and forcing my shoulder against the lifeless bodies of several of her children. Under the small pressure of
trying not to fucking die, my skin cracked. I’m not one for whining, but can you say
ouch?
Well, neither can I. I can’t speak, silly. I
did scream like a bitch, though. But that’s because I’ve literally become one. Ha ha!
I would attempt to get back up, only for her to slap me across my bare teeth with her aged claws. That’s not the worst part. Oh, no: Her burning fingertips forced my jaw’s aim toward her dead babies as if she wanted me to feel sorry for her. I only snatched one of them up and crushed it against her cheek and it burst into a dance of swirling smoke and glopping flesh. Good son, right? Ah, but I’m now her daughter! My complete lack of empathy is sometimes incredible. Agreed? Of course.
The blood gushing forth from our wounds swallowed the ground beneath. Steamy. The bubbles…
When she came to, the very first thing she saw, I imagine, was my permanent grin, pearly silvers and all. What came from her mouth, aside from the glistening saliva and steamy moans – all of which she was probably doing on purpose, mind you, to arouse me – was a gasp of terror. She looked at me and my smile as if I were an obese human running around a densely populated feeding ground with its 12-inch fallacy swinging from side to side and she were an elder with a retired uterus who had just witnessed a flashing. She wasn’t the only one. I could tell Tawganator and Firehunter and Waralien and all of them felt this way. Or was it because I’d just undergone an unfairly quick sex change? They want to be Queens and they can’t and they’re just,
they’re jealous. The brain of my new gender is taking over. I viewed things from a different perspective. Mother, she’s just jealous like the rest of them. She can’t take that I’m younger.
Whore. Whore!
Whore!
Crowds that lined up for what seemed like miles surrounded our meeting, all too preoccupied with killing each other than to realize my magnificence. How much of this time have they spent worshipping me? None. It’s a crime! They’re too busy being full of themselves than to stop and take a look at their surround –
That bitch. She hit me! I’m too busy thinking about me and my world, doesn’t she –
She did it again!
I’m Queen. I’m Queen! I will be this planet’s Empress, and –
My throat. It’s empty.
My throat. It’s empty.
She began whacking me back-and-forth with my own inner jaw, finally ripping off one of my secondary arms and shoving it through my abdomen. I had to retaliate somehow. You would, right? To show your mother her place? I’m a good son. Daughter.
Instinctively, I swept her off her stance with my own tail and, as she scrambled on the ground, I spread her thighs apart. Now, I’m going to list three things here: my fist, my tailblade and my foot. Take your pick.
She screamed and actually ripped a part of my crown off. That hurt like child birth. It looked like she was giving child birth, judging from the amount of blood splashing from her between her legs. It was like a pretty little waterfall in a forest. The shiny rocks… steaming… the bubbles…
And then she took off another one of my secondary arms. Of course, not wanting to be one-upped, I locked my jaws with hers. A few moments in and she struggled to rip me off. Thick globs of saliva splashed from our lock, the strands whipping around and wetting our gums. Short but sweet. I tried cramming my inner jaw into hers, but I’d forgotten she took it out. She instead decided to slide hers down my throat, releasing gallons of acidic liquid into my system. The thick bile gathering in my throat caused me to choke, and so I spat out a good deal of it before deciding to spit it back into her mouth. She didn’t like the idea of swapping. She wouldn’t swallow it back up. I guess she’s a spitter; that’s one thing we have in common.
Look at the bubbles…