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Neil the Human

The King's Flesh Light

Sneak Peek

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“So…gum health or enamel health," Neil held to two boxes of toothpaste up side by side. “This one says it fights tartar…but this one says it whitens. I mean…I care if I look good but what about my gum health?"

Neil paused, tapping his lip with one of the boxes deep in thought, much how one would with a finger if their hands were free. He could get the one toothpaste, but what if it just made his teeth look good and not actually healthy. There was health, for sure, but looks are important too. What if he found some hot guy and they smiled and he was turned off because his teeth weren't the appropriate shade of white. Why appropriate shade? Well…they can't be too white or they might look blue like those people who pay for special whitening. That'll make him unattractive in a fake way and show he has major insecurities about his teeth, so much so that he forked over thousands of dollars for that so-white-they-look-blue look much like those yardies treating their yards that they go from green to so-green-your-grass-is-blue levels of obsession. Uhg, this is why he liked wearing his pup hoods and collars. At least with his leather and furry gear he just needed to worry about having dog breath.

Neil just sighed and threw both in his basket on top of the six pack of black shirts that were exact replicas of the one he was wearing along with a new pair of cargo shorts, again, like the one's he was wearing. He sighed as he shuffled his way to the register, his sandals flopping as he did so. He came to the check out and sighed as he started scanning the objects, the underpaid teen watching the self-checkouts scrolling on her phone while leaning against a returns rack.

Neil just sighed as he looked up into the camera. His average looks were nice and all, but his dark hair was a mess and he had a dusty shadow of a beard coming in. he adjusted his turtle glasses, the most colorful thing about him, as he read over the prices with his tired eyes. He paused and frowned at a particularly expensive item before realizing he had a coupon. He snagged his wallet, the thing tearing open with a distinct Velcro rip. He grabbed the coupon and slid it into the register where it ate it up to apply the discount.

“There, that should bring it down to—"

The machine blared and flashed a big red “X" on the screen. Neil practically jumped back, pulling his empty basket up to his chest like some rich bitch clutching her purse. The emergency light above the register flashed to life to get the attention of the attendant. The girl sighed and came over looking over the machine, scanning her card and completely ignoring Neil. The station stopped blaring, but a keypad showed up asking for a supervisor PIN.

“Hold on, let me get my manager," the attendant sighed, her caked on makeup making her look like one of those Japanese e-girls that were like the American equivalent of an influencer. “Yo! Grant! Register four is acting up again!"

“Sorry, I didn't mean to break it," Neil took a step to the side and chewed on his lower lip while his face turned red.

“It's nothing really," the teen sighed and waived her manager over, her nails alternating colors on each finger between dog-dick red and slut-shame pink. “This one has been giving us trouble over the past week. It seems to just chew up coupons every third customer."

“If that's the case, then why don't you just say it's out of order?" Neil was a little annoyed, but his voice was meek and soft.

“Because then we'd have nothing to do all day," the manager chuckled out as he came over, his voice deep and commanding while still making him feel safe. Neil almost fainted as the man swaggered into view. The guy was easily three times the man that Neil was. The guy was full head and shoulders above him in height. His hair was slicked back in a young man's fashion, but the dark chocolate locks had streaks of silver showing his age. His beard was a thick shadow of stubble that glinted gold and silver on his tanned skin. His green eyes glinted with kindness and confidence that you would find on a father of three who's been through the ringer. He wore a red visor to keep his hair slicked back, a red polo that was tucked into his pants to show his thick and sculpted gut that hung over his belt. The top button of his polo was undone to show off the chest hair that was graying between his cleavage. The name of the man would be forever burned into Neil's mind as he looked at that golden name tag.

“Grant's a total DILF," Neil muttered into the lip of his basket as the manager punched in his PIN, his thick fingers smacking the touch screen with unnecessary force, his thick body filling out his outfit to the brim.

“What was that kid?" Grant asked.

“Oh, nothing…just…thanks…" Neil felt a single bead of sweat roll down his back as his face burned as red as the basket he was holding.

“Yeah, sorry this shit's always on the frits lately," Grant stood back up, cracking his back, the ring of keys on his hip jingling as he did so. “How's about this," he smacked a few more buttons and got to a separate screen where he punched in another code. A receipt came curling out and Grant snagged it between his fingers. “I can take your purchase to the returns counter. I'll check you out there personally."

Neil froze, his eyes going wide as his glasses drooped down his nose from the sweat rolling down his brow.

“Don't worry," Grant smacked his back playfully, that massive paw snapping him back to reality as he straightened his back. “I got you. It'll be done in a sec. I can apply any discounts too with my manager code."

“I…of course…" Neil stepped forward, his sandals cracking against the tile as though they had melted to the floor with how hard he rooted himself in his embarrassment. Grant put a hand on Neil's back and guided him to the counter where he rung them up.

Neil didn't pay attention to what Grant was saying or doing. At one point the DILF god before him was talking about his family and kids, and the idea that he had sired children sent a shiver up Neil's spine. This guy doesn't just have sex, he fucks! His wife, but still. So hot…he could impregnate me any day…

“There ya go kid!" Grant handed him the back of stuff. “Thanks for your business."

“You got it daddy…" Neil let the word slip past his lips before he knew what was happening.

“I'm sorry, what did you say there boy?" Grant cocked his head. “Didn't quite hear you there."

“I…Thank you for your help goodbye!" Neil bowed like a fucking weeb and shot out the door, his heart racing. He quickly dipped around a corner and slammed his back against the wall and let out a groaning sigh.

“Why am I so fucking cringe all the god damn time, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

A giggle came from the sidewalk, and Neil wasn't going to spend the time checking if it was directed at him. He just walked down the alleyway as fast as he could, his sandals smacking loudly as he power walked his way to the other end, the smell of trash and garbage fading as he made his way to a chain-link fence. It was old and busted in the lower corner where alley cats had trailed by. Neil had two options, nut up and turn around and face the source of that giggling, or crawl through the little cat piss gait.

“For the love of…" Neil tied off his bag and threw it over the fence before getting on his hands and knees and crawling through the little opening. He managed his way through easy enough and by some miracle he didn't smell like cat piss. He brushed himself off and thanked the gods that be he didn't bruise easy and kept going. There was a little rise and a small little outcrop of trees behind the building where there weren't any developed buildings yet. He quickly walked his way through them, the tall grass catching on his leg hair.

“I swear, today is the fucking worst day of my life—"

“Halt! Who trespasses in King Trojan's hunting grounds?!"

Neil paused, looking up from his feet to see the deadly end of a spear pointed right at his face. Neil screamed, throwing his hands up, his plastic bag flying backwards.

“He's got a wizard pouch!" someone shouted.

“Got it!" another voice announced. Before the bag could reach its apex it burst, literally exploded in a shower of sparks. Burning plastic, cheap black fabric, and a thick wad of toothpaste came raining down on Neil as he stood there. His face was covered with a black shirt while he stood there frozen.

“Not another move trespasser, lest it be your last." That voice that called out before his bag exploded said. It was deep and smooth, but it held a threatening edge.

“Please! I was just trying to get home," Neil protested, his vision blocked by the shirt. “I didn't know this was private land or anything! Seriously, what's with the weapons! Aren't those things illegal to have out in the open or whatever! What's going on!"

Something warm gripped around Neil's neck, the band like one of the sex collars he hid under his bed back at home only this radiated a calming warmth that caused his throat to go loose. He couldn't form words as the band synched up around his neck. Neil gave a little breathy gasp, unable to put his vocal folds together and speak properly. Just breathy words and huffed consonants passed his lips.

“Don't speak another word, trespasser, lest my magic choke you."

Neil was panicking, but that band around his neck felt…good…like really good. Neil's face flushed with a hazy blush as his eyes rolled back into his head. His mind was full of cotton and his breath became labored as he huffed.

“I'm going to remove your black cloak from your face, and when I do, don't you dare try anything funny."

“H…h…." Neil huffed, his breath felt hot, was he drunk?

Just then a hand ripped away the fabric, and Neil was cirtain he was seeing things. The man before him was a tiger, his body clad scantily and belts and skin tight robes. His eyes were a sappire blue, but his staff glowed a bright red. It looked to be made of some salt bleached driftwood with a orange stone hung from its gnarled top.

“Who are you? What, are you," the tiger man before him growled, his fangs bared, his claws clutching his staff.

“H…hn…ff…" Neil gasped as he huffed.

“Um…high wizard Skyn, I…I'm not sure if your silencing spell is working right."

“Quiet! Don't let your guard down. This fabric is not like any other I've seen, and look at that scantily clad outfit. Just because it's not skin tight doesn't mean he's not a wizard of some kind. Now, trespasser, speak!"

Neil's mind was completely lost to him. He was fully convinced he got poked by some meth needle in that alleyway and was having the trip of his fucking life. He gave a soft breath and listened to the totally stacked tiger man in front of him.

“H-Harder…d-daddy…"

All the spears took a step back, the soldiers plate armor clinking as they braced themselves against the intruder's words.

“What…does this feel good? Is this some kind of fucking joke!" Skyn gave a low snarl and twisted his rod in his fist, the gem glowed brighter as the collar around Neil's neck did the same, sunk deeper into his skin as he gave a little whorish moan, his knees knocking together as he realized that magic collar was holding him up. He moved his fingers to the collar, his nails trying to grip under it, but the warmth from it was like nothing else. It radiated down his spine and tingled in his guts. Neil gave a little gasp, his tongue flopping out as his eyes almost crossed with how good it felt to be bound there.

“Yessss" Neil groaned.

It was the tiger's turn to take a step back, his face contorted into disgust.

“Get this horny beast out of my site! Throw him in the dungeon and let the inquisitors decide what to do with him." Skin swiped the air with his staff, that collar disappearing around Neil's neck as he collapsed to the ground. “You there, collect the cretin's things carefully. I don't detect any magic on them, but that doesn't mean they're not cursed."

Neil had collapsed onto the ground, his mind still warm and fuzzy from that collar, his entire body abuzz as though he were drunk on something stronger than alcohol. It fizzled in his mind and tingled in his loins, a dark spot forming on his shorts from his raging boner tenting them. Neil was picked up by his shirt and pants and thrown onto a cart pulled by a horse. Even the rough landing on the wood felt good as he laid there looking up at the sky, the blue looked so…clean and untouched while filtered through the leaves of the forest. It was all he could do before everything went dark.

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