Kinky, self-subtoot, weird, semi-story
*Stomps into the room in a huge huff*
I'm quite agitated and upset over non-specific and very general reasons! I can't believe that things are going the way they are, and I will now proceed to bitch about work, the state of various fandoms, and the world political situation!
*As she rants and rails, a shimmer of light bounces off a hidden, glimmering surface behind her. The surface moves, darting this way and that, subtly moving closer to her from the background.*
I will do this ranting in a manner that benefits no one, and instead makes everyone feel bad because I - specifically me, Phorm - am a bit of a tremendous mess on the regular and vent my pessimism toward my friends in a manner unfair to them!
*The glinting surface suddenly emerges from the background to reveal itself as a slick, shiny, obsidian black bottle. The vessel hovers just over Phorm's shoulder, tipping itself downward as it looms above her.*
First, let me start by saying that I am FILLED with fear and anxiety abo---!!!!
<SCHOOOMP!!!>
*The jet black bottle opens its maw wide, the mouth upon its thin neck stretching in a manner impossible for glass to bend. It immediately consumes Phorm's head, the bottle sucking in the vixen's ears, hair, and face without warning. The vixen reacts with shock, hands flying up to the bottle and grasping it by the neck firmly. Her muffled sounds of surprise and protest can only be faintly heard through the glass as she struggles to yank the bottle off of her head!*
*Phorm stumbles about aimlessly in shock. She fights, struggling to yank the bottle off, furiously pulling with both hands. The bottle doesn't budge. Yet, niether does it seem to advance. Instead, there's just an inverted bottle between her shoulders, where she used to have a head. She continues to tug furiously at the bottle to remove it from her face, until her hands slip off. She finds herself aimlessly wandering with extended hands, the bottle between her shoulder. Until she bumps into the wall in the process. She goes tumbling lightly to the floor, landing on her bottom as she does.*
Kinky, self-subtoot, weird, semi-story (cont.)
*The bottle begins to pulse, now. Undulating and throbbing, it glows darkly as it begins to work its magic. Phorm slowly seems to become more calm. Her actions less urgent, she sits on the ground, stroking the active, pulsing bottle.*
*Until at last, she slowly removes the bottle, sliding it up along her head in a single, smooth motion. As she lifts it up and off of her head, her vixen-face does NOT emerge from it's glass prison. No, instead, a flowing, thick curve pours out of the bottle - a too large shape exiting the thin neck impossibly, rolling, blooping, almost oozing out as it rounds and wobbles, until...*
<THHOOOOMP!>
*The bottle is fully removed, and there is only a round, shiny, featureless black sphere where once the vixen had a head. She puts her paw to the smooth surface, tentative and shocked, feeling for her lost face! But she finds only flawless smooth rubber in its place. Slowly, the magic overwrites her previous emotion and thought, leaving her more calm by the moment. She is infused with a new purpose.*
*The bottle settles down next to the vixen, smoke tendrils linking to her tail as the bottle claims her as its new /genie-drone/. There's no more complaining from her. No more railing and fear. Just... Purpose. Simplicity. And pleasure for those she serves, and thusly, for her in kind.*
*A new genie drone toy. Forever.*
re: Kinky, self-subtoot, weird, semi-story (cont.)
@Phorm Heh, I could almost hear the finger-in-soda-bottleneck sound as your head... bubble... thing popped out. Pftoom! Poor thing. You okay in there? Anybody in there at all? *idly drums her clawtips on the pressurized black sphere* Doop doop doo.
re: Kinky, self-subtoot, weird, semi-story (cont.)
@zebratron2084
⚫ ⁉️⁉️ *As you drum your clawtips on that rounded sphere, you hear the hollow echos of the rubberized container - It sure SOUNDS empty in there!*
*Meanwhile the genie toy puts her hands up in a bit of confusion - Nothing severe - just the perfect kind of squirming that a cat toy would produce.*
*After a long moment, she puts up a single finger, as if requesting a moment. After which she reaches into her cleavage, and then /somehow/ produces a platter fully adorned with a piping hot tea kettle, a tea cup, and several small tea cakes. Which she presents to you dutifully, even as her head wobbles a bit from the drumming.*
⚫ 🍵 ❤️👉 🐯