Post by Verasque on Jun 21, 2009 15:15:27 GMT 10
Title: Overdosed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Prompt: #4 Food (in combination with the GDT Prompt “Switch”)
Summary: Then it happened.
It wasn’t like there was anybody around who could have warned her that the combination of too much mead and too much magic was potentially dangerous when it involved a Goddess’ chosen. She had no one to blame, except maybe for Faithful.
Who was, blastedly, nowhere to be seen.
*
When Alanna woke that morning, it was to silken sheets and a bed so soft that she wondered if she had actually eaten too much at the feast that she was now enjoying the benefits of the Peaceful Realms.
She was contemplating if she had indeed—and humiliatingly—died, when she caught sight of a familiar sword hanging on the opposite wall and realised that something was amiss and that she hadn’t, in fact, lost the opportunity to gain her shield. The sword was grand and unsheathed, and right where she left it yesterday after labouring for an hour to polish it to a painful shine.
Apparently, sometime after marvelling at the array of honey baked ham, sweetened potatoes, sizzling chicken medallions with mango sauce and glazed nut tarts, she—a squire—had ended up in her knight-master’s bed, and that in itself was not good.
Not good at all.
She may have consumed four celebratory cups of mead too many (Lady Delia had pleasingly not been at the feast after all), but even that was suspect, what with the parading pounding of imaginary maces in her head. It was during this thought process that she heard a loud muffled crash, followed by the harsh swing of the connecting door.
Then it happened:
Alanna stared at herself in horror, her cheeks unnaturally pale against her red hair. Her hands subsequently clutched at her chest. “My chest is not this flat,” she whispered fiercely, her voice sounding hoarse and deep and awfully like Jon’s.
It took a full minute for the situation to sink in and they both screamed—Jon as her in shock, and her because ohMithrosI’mJonandhe’sMewhattheHell, and that there was something scary and foreign and throbbing poking up from between her hairy legs.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Prompt: #4 Food (in combination with the GDT Prompt “Switch”)
Summary: Then it happened.
It wasn’t like there was anybody around who could have warned her that the combination of too much mead and too much magic was potentially dangerous when it involved a Goddess’ chosen. She had no one to blame, except maybe for Faithful.
Who was, blastedly, nowhere to be seen.
*
When Alanna woke that morning, it was to silken sheets and a bed so soft that she wondered if she had actually eaten too much at the feast that she was now enjoying the benefits of the Peaceful Realms.
She was contemplating if she had indeed—and humiliatingly—died, when she caught sight of a familiar sword hanging on the opposite wall and realised that something was amiss and that she hadn’t, in fact, lost the opportunity to gain her shield. The sword was grand and unsheathed, and right where she left it yesterday after labouring for an hour to polish it to a painful shine.
Apparently, sometime after marvelling at the array of honey baked ham, sweetened potatoes, sizzling chicken medallions with mango sauce and glazed nut tarts, she—a squire—had ended up in her knight-master’s bed, and that in itself was not good.
Not good at all.
She may have consumed four celebratory cups of mead too many (Lady Delia had pleasingly not been at the feast after all), but even that was suspect, what with the parading pounding of imaginary maces in her head. It was during this thought process that she heard a loud muffled crash, followed by the harsh swing of the connecting door.
Then it happened:
Alanna stared at herself in horror, her cheeks unnaturally pale against her red hair. Her hands subsequently clutched at her chest. “My chest is not this flat,” she whispered fiercely, her voice sounding hoarse and deep and awfully like Jon’s.
It took a full minute for the situation to sink in and they both screamed—Jon as her in shock, and her because ohMithrosI’mJonandhe’sMewhattheHell, and that there was something scary and foreign and throbbing poking up from between her hairy legs.
And I'm with Imogen... there needs to be more! 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!