Look What Ari Wrote!!
Ari wrote this as a companion to 'Be Inspiring, Dammit!' Love!
Be Inspiring, god damn it!
-By Ari, idea by Snuffy-
PG-13 For the use of many curses and the F-word
"NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" Yelled Jissel, a very beautiful young woman with long golden hair. There was no way that Ari was going to make her do anything she didn't want too. They were making quite a lot of noise as you can tell, many of Ari's other muses stopped what they were doing just to watch them go at it.
"Oh yes I can!" Came the reply from Jissel's authoress, Ari. "I made you! I can just as easily unmake you!"
Jissel dodged out of the way of the net, dropped by Ari in an attempt to catch the runaway muse. "You think so?"
"I know so! Now hold still, damn it!" Large tendrils shot out toward Jissel, who easily slipped out of their grasp.
"If I held still, I would get caught and that would be no fun, now would it?" Came the smug reply from Jissel, her hands on the slender curves of her hips which were almost always covered with black leather.
"I hate you." Said Ari, sitting in a corner, sulking.
Now Jissel wasn't a mean woman, so she couldn't stand watching Ari sulk. Moving over toward her authoress, she kneeled down next to her. "Oh come on. It's not that bad, you have other muses."
But as soon as Jissel got close enough, the tables turned because Ari had strapped handcuffs on the muse. "Muaha. You're so predictable." The other side of the handcuffs was attached to Ari's arm, from what Jissel could tell. The authoress threw away the key, which was promptly swallowed by a large purple sock. "Now we're stuck together! Isn't that just wonderful?" She said delightedly.
"...Fuck you, Ari."
Be Inspiring, god damn it!
-By Ari, idea by Snuffy-
PG-13 For the use of many curses and the F-word
"NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" Yelled Jissel, a very beautiful young woman with long golden hair. There was no way that Ari was going to make her do anything she didn't want too. They were making quite a lot of noise as you can tell, many of Ari's other muses stopped what they were doing just to watch them go at it.
"Oh yes I can!" Came the reply from Jissel's authoress, Ari. "I made you! I can just as easily unmake you!"
Jissel dodged out of the way of the net, dropped by Ari in an attempt to catch the runaway muse. "You think so?"
"I know so! Now hold still, damn it!" Large tendrils shot out toward Jissel, who easily slipped out of their grasp.
"If I held still, I would get caught and that would be no fun, now would it?" Came the smug reply from Jissel, her hands on the slender curves of her hips which were almost always covered with black leather.
"I hate you." Said Ari, sitting in a corner, sulking.
Now Jissel wasn't a mean woman, so she couldn't stand watching Ari sulk. Moving over toward her authoress, she kneeled down next to her. "Oh come on. It's not that bad, you have other muses."
But as soon as Jissel got close enough, the tables turned because Ari had strapped handcuffs on the muse. "Muaha. You're so predictable." The other side of the handcuffs was attached to Ari's arm, from what Jissel could tell. The authoress threw away the key, which was promptly swallowed by a large purple sock. "Now we're stuck together! Isn't that just wonderful?" She said delightedly.
"...Fuck you, Ari."