You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
In the shop
There is a table with a sign saying
<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one
On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?
Written by catprog on 10 April 2003
Vials of Liquid
Stepping up to the table you spy an array of liquids all contained neatly in vials on the table. Despite not being heated, some bubble and give off faint trails of steam others churn and twist as if they were alive and seeking some escape. You look over the table with wonder, but keep returning to the vials.
However there is another one that catches your eye, but for some reason it is as if the vial itself can not decide on what color it wants to be. This second it is blue, the next pink. What a strange shop, you think to yourself as you pick up the vial. "Well I don't see a price tag on this. Maybe it is a free sample." The vial is neither hot nor cold, and the color shifting continues as you hold it up to your lips in the dim light of the shop.
You catch a faint aroma of bubble gum, no maybe it is wood chips and campfires. Your brain can't figure it out and you shrug as you down the vial. The liquid courses down your throat coating every inch. You cough at the taste, definitely bubblegum.
"What was in that," you say to yourself out loud. The words becoming softer towards the end and lifting musically in tone. "OH no, what's happening to my voice!?" Your hand grasps at your throat trying to will the liquid back up and out. Each word takes on a more feminine lilt as the vials contents now settle in your stomach.
You stumble back trying to catch a glimpse of yourself, a mirror hung on a sidewall reflects a picture you are not quite sure you're seeing. Your form starting from the middle shrinks in, you feel the world grow around you as you find yourself shrinking. You look down to see the floor rising up at you then stop. You reach out a hand to steady yourself on the table as your center of balance shifts. You feel your shirt expanding around your chest and look down to see two large mounds pushing outwards. Your hands fly to them to discover that they were exactly what you thought they were.
Your stomach churns as your insides boil. "Oh man I should have stayed outside." You say aloud in disbelief.
"Why yes deary you should have." Came a response from behind the counter. A wizened older man steps out from behind a curtain that had obscured the back store room. "If you wanted a sample I could have provided, now it looks like you've purchase the full ride."
"Full ride?" You say the gasp as your feet crunch and shift growing smaller, more feminine. Hair spills forth weighing your head down and threatening to leave you permanently looking at the ceiling as it stops thankfully above your expanding hips.
"Yes, the full ride. I hope you plan on paying for that."
"Pay for it?" The question not registering with you, you take a second to take in your new form in the mirror. Your clothes hang loosely in places on your new figure and are far too tight in others.
"Yes yes, pay for it. This is a shop. You've enjoyed the merchandise. Now how do you want to pay for it?"
"Oh!" You say the context finally catching up. The edges of your vision are cut off by the hair you have to keep sweeping back behind your ears. "I... I have money. I think." You say patting your pockets for your wallet.
The old man sighs. "Money... what would I want with money. You can't expect a practitioner of the arcane arts to want something as simple as money. You simply have no idea how easy it is to conjure piles of the stuff... Money.. Pwah."
"You don't... You don't want my soul do you?"
"Child I am not some sort of demon either. You really have no idea what sort of store you walked in to do you?" The man cackled. "The sign outside is perfectly clear."
"Sign..?" you stammer.
"UGH! YES THE SIGN. "SHOP OF THE DARK AND ARCANE MYSTICAL ARTS AS PRESENTED BY IVAN MAKNARAK." The man yells at you. Some sort of power ringing through voice sounding ominous yet mysterious, like a loud rumble in your ears.
"I... I don't know how I am going to pay... This is my first time... meeting a wizard." You say tentatively not wanting to anger the magic man.
"Wizard! You think I am but a lowly wizard!" The mans brows furrow in anger. "I my sweet dear am a Warlock!" He says emphasizing the title. His focus shifts for a second and then his countenance eases. "I suppose if this is your first time meeting a warlock, you would not know the particulars..."
"I'm sorry... Sir Warlock. But I don't know how to pay you. I don't I have anything you want." You say still unsure of the situation.
"Oh on the contrary sweetie...you have exactly what I want." He says a wicked smile forming on his lips.
Written by Crunchynachoes on 04 October 2018
Try to Escape
You turn quickly, looking for an escape, whatever this old coot has planned is not something you want to stick around for. Your balance shifts on new legs, your extra weight up top carrying you around. Your new legs catch something unseen and with a shock you realize that you're about to crash into the table full of vials and relics.
"No!" Ivan screams at you. "Wait we can talk about it!"
You lift your arms up at the last second shielding your face, knocking the various trinkets off the table sending them clattering to the floor. The scene plays in slow motion to you. Perhaps it was an effect of the shop or some unknown hold over from the vial you swallowed but the fall seemed to take an eternity for your conscious mind.
Your wide hips connect with the table and roll unexpectedly down to the floor, your new bottom cushioning the blow nicely. Your back hits the floor as amulets fly around you. You feel your breasts roll into your armpits their weight pulling on your chest painfully. As if in slow motion you see the contents of the vials had skittered to the edge of the table, and now with your back flush against the floor, you're staring up at your impending doom.
The vials contents tip up and froth precariously, the rack leaning against the edge, threatening at any second to spill their contents on you. Dust kicked up from the floor of the shop settles around you as your eyes are fixed to the rack of vials. Green and red, purple and blue liquids sway back and forth with the sudden flurry of motion. One of the vials, seemingly coated in fur leaks a bead of contents down the side. The last vial glowing a violent shade of neon purple twists and thrashes at the glass.
"Careful now!" Ivan calls out to you. "Careful! Just move out of the way of the vials and we can talk about the payment. Easy... Easy." He says coaching you on as you shift around, first shifting your new hair out of the way, then untangling yourself from the various cords and cables that have found their way on top of you.
The dust scratches at your nose, your eyes water, you can feel the inevitable about to happen.
Ivan can see it on your face as he says, "Oh no. Don't, just hold it in!" But he is cut off as you sneeze viciously. The sound was all that was needed to free the vials from their precarious perch.
You try to reach up to stop the vials from falling, your new assets blocking your arms ability to reach it quickly enough. You grab the rack, only to spill the vials over yourself.
You watch in horror as the various liquids mix and tumble shining dimly in the light of the shop as they splash over you coating your face, torso, arms, breasts, and pants. You gasp at the various sensations of the liquids hitting you at once. A generous portion of the potions flows impossibly into your mouth as if seeking refuge from the shop. You feel the burning urge to swallow as the liquid practically forces its way down your throat. You feel your skin quake as it starts shifting and taking on different characteristics. You feel as if you're burning but freezing, wet but dry, alive but dead.
Ivan stiffens and watches the scene unfold. "Aww man not again. I always lose my best customers. I wonder what she's going to look like after this."
Written by Crunchynachoes on 08 October 2018
Anthro Skunk
Your skin burns and shifts, fur sprouts then recedes. Various parts and forms jut from yours, your mind races to try and catch up with the new and lessening feelings as every vials contents boils and freezes in your veins. One form seems to be winning out over the others, as black fur races down your body sprouting tufts of fur from various pores. You feel your form shifting as your face pushes outwards. Your clothes are eaten away or torn from the various reactions and interactions of the vials. The tatters hang about you as your form quakes under the changes.
You reach and now black furred and clawed hand up to feel your new muzzle. It is a strange feeling, having your nose be so far in front of your face, your eyes have a hard time not focusing on it. You touch what feels like your cheeks but are now hanging in front of your face and gasp. Your mouth has moved with it and takes up the lower portion of your new muzzle. Like... Like an animal. A dog? Your mind reels under the changes.
You feel a painful sensation as something pushes at your waistband. You pull down your jeans slightly to reveal new luxurious tail spilling forth from your ripped jeans. The black and white pattern is unmistakable. "A skunk!" You say aloud, panic in your voice.
"It seems like it." Ivan says, he had come into the shop from behind the counter to get a better look at your changes. "And a pretty one at that. Come come, no need for modesty. I have a shower in the back. We can talk about how you're going to work off the damages there."
You sigh aloud, and take his hand, how could this day get any worse. Ivan offers a large blanket to you which covers up the changes from prying eyes. You take a quick glance downwards to find your view still obstructed by your new assets. You shift and again, the black fur forming a seamless pattern down your midriff and nethers to meet your legs and carried on down to your feet. Your feet, had changed as well, looking more like paws than human feet. You lift one up and sure enough, the bottom is lined with pink pads. Your toes now sporting claws scraped slightly against the stone floor as you were escorted by Ivan to the washroom in the back.
The backroom looked much like the front of the store. Mostly old knickknacks covered in dust and the detritus of time. Ivan ushered you past this facade, through an old door and into a room with a series of doors on different walls. He strode to one door and pulled and pulling a handle on it ushered you through the door and into a bathroom that was seemingly out of place with the rest of the shop.
"Please freshen up in here while I think about how you're going to pay me back." Ivan said.
It seems in your effort to escape you have only made things worse for yourself. You walk into the bathroom, modern features greeting you. It takes a second but you figure out how to turn on the shower and wash the remains of the potions and the changes off of you.
Your figure feels like your figure, you do not feel any sort of shame or hatred for it, it is simply who you are. Perhaps that was part of the changes. Stepping out of the shower, you take some time admiring your new grace and agility in the mirror. You are flexible, lithe, and trim with muscles you have never felt before flexing and bending with you. You felt your new assets and decided that they were cute. You can feel yourself blushing under your new fur, abashed at your reaction but enjoying yourself nonetheless. Your admiration trance was broken by a knock at the door.
"Are you going to take all day in there?" Ivan called. "I have decided on how I want payment."
Dread rises within you. You hope that it won't be too bad. You don the blanket and stepped out.
Written by Crunchynachoes on 14 October 2018
Try to Escape again
Ivan took a second, looking you up and down, you feel your stomach gurgle in an aftershock of the potions effects, fresh fur sprouting over your form and your white on black fur pattern distinguishing itself further.
He whistles softly, "My those potions sure did a number on you. Turn around, let me take a look at you." He instructs twirling his finger at you in a circle. Fear still rising with in you, you blush heavily under your fur again and turn slowly around, your svelte form still apparent under the coating of fur. Your long tail stiffening and rising behind you as if sensing your emotions. The white on black lines accentuating your motions as you sway and shift in ways unfamiliar.
After taking you in for another second, Ivan grins wickedly and states, "Well I think this isn't the worst that could have happened but, no matter. My price is the same."
You nod, then in a smooth motion throw the towel at Ivan. The wet cloth connects with his face covering his head. You bolt for the door, no plan in mind except escape!
Ivan curses under his breath as you reach the door to leave the bathroom. You throw it open, and dart through only to discover that there is a solid wall behind the door. You slam into it full force and you recoil off of it, falling onto your now larger butt. It is a if you're stuck in a cartoon.
Ivan sighs and licks his finger as if trying to get a hair out of his mouth. He grimaces and says, "Ugh. I hate it when that happens. Look you can try running all you want but this is a pocket dimension, that door will only open correctly for me, and unless you want me to leave you here for all eternity as a bar of soap you'll start complying with me? Capiche?"
You back into the solid doorway scrambling away from Ivan, fear overcoming your senses. He says behind your back wickedly, "There's this new spell I've been wanting to try out, I think I'll modify it just a bit for you though. Since you're so bent on running away, I will make it so you will now have some extra difficulty doing so."
You scream, as Ivan begins chanting behind you. Your voices echo off of the bathroom walls as you're enveloped in a glowing red light. You feel your butt burning as if stung by a hundred bees, then suddenly start pushing outwards, enlarging. You look behind you as you slowly rotate in the air to see new flesh spilling out of your body. Your butt now connects to a large appendage that extends behind you as far as you are tall. It is as if someone had copied your skunky torso and copied it attached to your butt. Your tail followed with it, pushing out to the end of the new appendage. And taking a second as the nerves connected so did your butt. Except where your legs would have been at the end nothing formed.
You look down at your own legs, and scream again, no words ushered forth through the magic though as you behold your own legs being sucked back into your figure as if they were the last bit of juice in a bottle.
Ivan laughed finishing off the spell and beholding his handiwork. "There you go, no more running for you. I like it," he says waving his hand, your body spinning around in mid air with the motion allowing him to look at you from all angles. "I think I will make you my new mascot. There we go, now let's see you try to run now." he lowers his hand and your body falls to the floor.
The cool tile of the bathroom sends a chill through your fur as your new back half lies heavily on it. Struggle as you might your feminine arms can't move the new weight. You gently roll to one side. Your new back half does not lay flat. At this rate you'll have to permanently support yourself so you don't roll over constantly under your top heavy weight. You scrunch up your abdomen and thrust your hips forward dragging your back half maybe half a foot forwards. Ha! Success you think to yourself. Ivan laughs at you as you take in stock of your new body.
Your torso juts out of another torso bent at a 90 degree angle. Where you should have legs ends with a furred joint with nothing coming out.
Ivan picks you up with his magic and moves you away from the door, then closes the door and reopens it to the room with many doors, and levitates you through the opening.
"Hmm now then... Where to put you... Where to put you. I could shrink you down to a tea cup and put you on the mantle. I could mount you in the wall. I could remodel the shop and give you a place of prominence. Hmm. What shall I do with you." He says pondering as he walks into the shop proper, you float along yelling obscenities at him with nothing making it through the magical field.
Written by crunchynachoes on 23 October 2018
Mount in the wall
Ivan ponders for a second more before turning on you. You bang on the magical bonds holding you aloft with your fists to find them hard as rocks.
"I like you, I think I will mount you in the wall as an example to would be shoplifters." Your face under your fur pales. You plead with him and beg, but he still can not hear you through the barrier keeping you afloat.
Ivan turns happy with his decision and spies a likely spot on the wall, and with another spell and some more chanting opens up a hole in the wall.
"Come along now, I think you'll like your new place in life as my surveillance system. If you catch anyone stealing I will take some time off of your imprisonment appropriate to the item they were stealing. Impress me enough with your loyalty and you'll be a free man.. err.. woman... no that's not right either... Um you'll be a free, skunk type person. I think. Whatever, in you go!"
Your body floats up and turns, your new torso fitting into the hole as if it was made for you, because it was made just for you. As your back half bottoms out in the hole in the wall, you find your old torso and body jutting out into the shop. You're supported but this position is incredibly uncomfortable. Ivan turns to what looks like an old cash register and starts punching in keys on it. Maybe recording a transaction. The problem you discovered previously in the bathroom became apparent again as you slowly start leaning then tipping then falling to the left as Ivan's magic fades.
"Ivan! Please help!" You yell, now hanging upside down halfway in a wall staring at the shop floor some five to six feet below you. You can feel your back half catch on the ceiling of the hole, so you know you're not in much danger of falling out. Ivan turns around and looks, laughing again at you.
"Well now this won't do." He says as the blood rushes to your head. He points his hand at you and rotates his hand, your body again enveloped by magic as you turn back upright. Ivan lets the magic go, and you rediscover the initial problem. Ivan turns back to his register.
"Ivan! Help, I am not stable! My body has nothing to keep it from turning in the wall." You yell out finding the words ushering forth before really contemplating their meaning.
Ivan again laughs, "Now this is a problem I think I can fix." He raises his hand back up and chants, magic enveloping you again. Suddenly you can feel a new row of breasts sprout from your torso under your initial ones. New sensations flood your mind as you feel your back half doing the same. You now have six on your front, all covered by the same fur as the rest of you, and you can feel your back half has the same.
Each row now prevents you from rolling from side to side, your new breasts are almost crushed against the floor. It was better than constantly rolling from one side to another even if you are now that much more uncomfortable.
You look down discovering you can not see over your breasts directly below you. Even the best surveillance systems have blind spots you laugh ruefully to yourself. Your hands explore your new assets as you settle in. After an hour or so of abject boredom, you call out to Ivan.
"Ivan. Please. This is ridiculous, how much longer do I have to be in here?"
Ivan looks up at you contemplating the question as if for the first time.
"Well. I hadn't really thought about it, you tried to steal from me so now you're my new mascot and security system. Let's try five years and see how that does us?" He says at you and grins.
"FIVE YEARS!?" You yell back at him "YOU SON OF A..!" The rest of your tirade is cut off by a magic field enveloping your head.
"Yes, five years I think is fine, unless you'd like to be stuck in my wall for forever, five will work for you. Now then some ground rules I think are in order." Ivan says with some exasperation. "No cursing. You've already found that enchantment. No trying to escape. No aiding some wayward shopper in the hopes they will in turn free you. Now then as I mentioned before, if you catch someone, just speak my name and I will appear. Depending on what they are trying to steal, I will take let's say a year off of your time. You try to have them help you escape I will add a year. Got it?" Ivan says pointing a finger at you.
You nod, tears running down the side of your face. This could be much worse you suppose.
"Ivan?" You ask as the magic shield drops.
"Yes?" He replied cautiously.
"What about my family and friends?"
"Oh deary as soon as you came into my shop time stopped in the outside world. So these five years will pass and you'll return in a slightly altered form to them. Maybe you can find someone willing to help you after you serve your sentence here."
You nod, lips pursed the fur on your face still wet from tears.
"What if I get bored?" You ask.
Ivan groans. "I don't know. Watch some TV or something."
He flicks his wrist and suddenly a small TV sprouts into existence on the other wall. You feel a remote form in your hands. Not wanting to drop it you place it in the small of your new back and try to settle in.
Written by crunchynachoes on 29 October 2018
The first customer enters
You awake from your slumber, to the sound of a door chime. You had fallen asleep watching some sort of soap opera on the TV. You could not tell if just a minute had passed or a thousand years. You suppose it did not matter as you were still firmly stuck in the wall of Ivan's shop.
You see someone, it looks like a man enter the shop and hope blossoms in you. Maybe he can help you find a way out! Maybe you can trick him into stealing something!
"Hey you!" You call out to him. "Yes you!" The man looks around confused, it looks as if he had stepped out of some fantasy novel, muscles bulged and flexed under his chain mail shirt. His armor clanked and clinked as he shifted around, not wanting to catch his sword and armaments on anything in the shop.
The man looks up finally spying you in the wall. "Wall demon!" He shouts pointing at you.
You wave your hands at him as he struggles to pull his sword out of its sheath in the confined space of the shop.
You frantically look around for Ivan, who is no where to be seen. "No no no!" You say to the man. "I am not a demon, just a... security system... and..." a wicked idea popping into your mind. "and... your handy guide to the shop!"
"Shopkeep?" The man replies. You're not sure if he fully understands everything you say, but hopefully he gets the gist.
"Sure," You reply back. "Just your friendly skunk girl stuck in a wall. At your service." You mime a curtsy as the man seats his sword back in the sheath and looks around.
"Shopkeep? what this?" The man gestures to the various assortments of trinkets you had stumbled into the first time you entered the store. You being bored and having nothing better to do, had spent the past few weeks... months? asking Ivan about every item in the shop.
"One the left is the Amulet of Porthos. The right the Ring of Kona."
"MMM" the man grumbles under his breath. "What do."
You reply from memory "The Amulet of Porthos is a magical amulet hailing from a far off place called France, it's imbued with the essence of Porthos, and will help you, let's say woo the ladies." You think to yourself, it will also make you have a taste for wine and needlessly embellishing stories, but you decide to leave that part out. This gentleman does not seem to be a great orater.
"And Ring?" The man asks.
"The Ring of Kona will brew the best cup of coffee you'll ever have in your life." Exactly one time, and it will keep you awake for days, again thinking to yourself.
"MMM. Useful. I take both?"
"Sure! Everything in the shop is..." You cough loudly and clear your throat while saying under your breath. "Free"
The man looks at you warily. "Nothing free."
You sigh and say. "Ok fine. The price is a kiss."
"You too high off ground to kiss. Even then, Krog not want demon curse."
You scream in frustration going to curse, then thinking better of it, remembering the magic enchantment waiting for you.
"Alright, fine! Solve my riddle and you can take them." You say thinking on your... torso. You think back to a movie you had watched at one point.
Krog nodded, finally something that made sense.
"Ok... I haven't done this in a while. So I apologize if I am rusty. Here's the riddle. Are you ready for it?" You say tentatively.
Krog nodded again eagerly awaiting.
"What do I have in my pockets?" You say looking at him, certain this bumpkin had never seen Lord of the Rings.
Krog took a second, looking at you. "You naked, you have no pockets, wall demon."
"Shoot I guess you're right Krog. I don't have any pockets. Oh I guess you win." You say sardonically. "Ok bye now, the shop is very busy, other customers are waiting!"
Krog looks around in confusion at the shop but grabs the amulet and ring all the same.
"Krog think there trick, but wall demon say I win." Krog drew his dagger and backed cautiously away from the table, taking the amulet and ring.
"Oh no you have bested me Krog. Please I don't know how you solved my riddle so quickly." You say again mocking the man. "Oh Ivan! I think we have a shoplifter!"
In a flash Ivan appears, his form covered in a dark billowing robe, smoke pouring out. Dark and arcane runes form in the air of the dusty shop as his ominous presence fills the room.
"Krog no shoplifter, wall demon say win trinket fair and square." Krog says.
Ivan looks up at you and you shrug at him exaggeratedly, hands facing upwards.
Ivan looked back at Krog crouch walking back towards the door dagger still in hand, then to you, and back to Krog. Sighing he says to you. "We're going to have words about this." He says pointing his finger at Krog, and chanting a spell.
Magic envelops Krog as he drops the amulet and ring which clatter to the floor. His form shrinks and twists, his skin develops a soft sheen as he becomes smaller and smaller. His eyes glisten then flatten, his hair mats to his head. His weapons fall to the floor clattering loudly as he floats upwards. The amulet and ring float back to their initial resting places as Krog's form flattens.
His skin develops almost a glaze as what looks like granules of sugar form on his skin. You look on in horror as Krog turns a nice oven brown as if he were a freshly baked... "Oh my God." You say aloud. "You're making him into a COOKIE!?"
Ivan breaks off his chanting "Well what did you expect?! Me to roll out the red carpet for him? Armed Robbery is a serious crime!" Krog's form bends his eyes now sugar buttons and hair a sugary glaze. Freshly whipped frosting replace his pants and chain mail shirt.
Regret washes over you, you didn't know Krog, or whatever his name was, but he certainly didn't deserve to be a sugar cookie.
"You aren't going to eat him are you?!" You ask hesitantly.
"What am I, some sort of barbarian?!" Ivan said incredulously. "It just so happens the Gingerbread King is in need of new warriors for his war against those bastards in the Pie Fiefdom. Krog here, is going to be their new champion!"
"What?! You can't be serious?!" You yell at Ivan who looks back up at you with disdain. "Oh well.. I guess that works." You say shrugging. You look closer to see Krog now equipped with a shortbread short sword swinging it wildly though the air, as Ivan conjures a portal and steps through. Krog floats through the air tumbling and twisting. "I'll get back at you wall demon! If it's the last thing I ever doooo!" He yells through his voice shrinking as his form travels through the portal.
This shop is weird, you rationalize and settle back in. That was kind of fun... and you grab the remote from your furred back, shifting uncomfortably and turn on the TV. It pops on to an ad for boats in a language you don't understand. You still haven't fully figured out the remote yet, the dim light of the shop and heavy usage had obscured a lot of the words on the remote.
You hear a portal open up in the back store room, along with a clattering of various mops and dishes. Ivan curses stepping into the room.
"Missy what was that?!" Ivan says pointing at you. "I don't know, the guy came in here and I was helping him find his way around the shop and locate various items, all of a sudden he drew his knife and I got scared." You shrug again, drawing up all emotions to add extra inflection to your voice hoping it trembled enough to be believable
Ivan furrows his brows at you and harrumphs, "The cookie man said something about a riddle? And him solving your riddle so he got the amulet and ring for free?"
"No it must have been some miscommunication, I was quoting a movie and he misunderstood me, I told him there was a price associated to the items." You lied, hoping to get out of this.
"What line and movie did you quote?" Ivan asked brows furrowing further.
"I quoted Lord of the Rings, and said "What do I have in my pockets."" you said truthfully, hoping for the best.
"That's a good movie, but that's not a riddle. You're semi naked anyway, you have no pockets."
You shrug, rolling the dice, hoping he took it the right way.
"Well then fine. I like it. But if I catch you lying to me, you'll be envious of mister cookie man?"
You laugh and nod as hope and happiness flows through you. "Ivan." You say cooly. "You said if I catch a shoplifter, I get a reduction in my time here right?"
Ivan turns around and looks up at you. "Oh right. let's see here, the amulet and ring... hmmm. Those are quite handy, especially to someone like him. I don't know, how's a week off?"
"A week!?" You sputter.
"Alright, alright, fine. I was making a bad joke. You get 6 months off. But listen to me." He says jaggedly, "If you mess around and I catch you lying. You'll wind up as a permanent fixture. Got it?"
You nod. Ivan vanishes in a slow roll of smoke starting from his feet his hand still pointing at you as the last bit that dissolves into a fine mist, threateningly.
This shop really is weird. You wonder how much that boat on the TV is selling for, is this ad in Spanish or... maybe it's in Portuguese. In any event that boat has way too many windows for your taste and too much wood paneling.
Written by crunchynachoes on 16 November 2018
The end (for now)