Snakes on a Sora - (PART ONE)
Before we even get started, I'd like you all to click and read the WIki article linked if you don't recognize the word: Naga and Vore.
Everyone done that? Everyone got their O___o;; faces on? Good.
This was all lynxgriffin's idea. She said to me that she wanted to spork a Kingdom Hearts vorefic, I said if she really wanted to I could find one (If she REALLY REALLY WANTED TO), and...well, she did, so I did, and we did, and here we are. (Lynx now looks shamefully on this desire and regrets it from the dark sludgy depths of her internet terrorist soul). I can't...I really can't explain this Kingdom Hearts vore thing and keep what's left of my sanity intact, so all I'll say is that if the idea of vore disturbs you--DON'T READ. This fic is thirty pages of uninhibited, poorly written lurid kink fodder starring creatures masquerading as Kingdom Hearts characters. Those of you with trainwreck syndrome may now progress on to the sporking. May God have mercy on your mortal soul.
Title: Naga Eyes (Note! This fic is archived at ygallery, so the fic will only be viewable if you're a member and if you have your filters set to include this category of content).
Rating: THE ANSEM IS ONLY A FORMALITY. THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SHADOWS, BEHEMOTHS, ANSEMS, OR XEMNASES TO PROPERLY ILLUSTRATE THE LEVEL OF HORROR PRESENT IN THIS FIC.
Full Name (including any titles): A RAPED Destiny Islands cast plus Yuffie, and Naga!Riku
Full Species(es): Sora's a human, but Riku is a bloody motherfucking naga.
Hair Color (include adjectives): Canon, but purpleified.
Eye Color (include adjectives): The same, except for Kairi's eyes being purple randomly.
Unusual Markings/Colorations/Physical Features: ...Hoo. Sora is normal, but Riku is A MOTHERFUCKING GIANT SNAKE. He has claws, fins, pointy ears, a forked prehensile tongue, and a lower half thet's a "poison green" snake. He is also occasionally bioluminescent for some inexplicable reason.
Special Possessions (if any): Shuriken of +9999 Improbability
Origin: I don't even want to think about it.
Connections To Canon Characters: All of them except Riku pretend to be them. Riku...I just don't know. Supposedly he is Riku, just the snakey version thereof.
Special Abilities: Riku is extraordinarily strong (as compared to mere humans) and capable of eating said humans. Sora is multiorgasmic.
Other Annoying Traits: If I even begin listing them, I'll be here forever.
I Say/Notes: THIS IS SOME FREAKY SHIT. I cannot emphasize this enough. It will break your goddamn brain. Please exercise PRUDENCE in clicking the links. Please. For my sake. I don't mean to kink-bash but...well, this is scary stuff, no ifs, and, or buts. It's also incredibly pretentious, poorly researched, reeking of fangirlism, full of improbable sex, unbetaed and unedited, horribly OOC, and just all-around mindrapey.
ALSO: Though there are no real KH2 spoilers, a KH2-exclusive character is a member of the sporkteam. So...so heads-up.
WARNING AGAIN: This has rape, BDSM, nagas, and holy-mother-of-god vore. Minors, little old ladies, the faint of heart, and all sane people in general please to not be clicking this. You will merely have your frontal lobes abused.
*Our curtain opens on the same theater, except this time, it seems decked out in neon grids and electric lines. Kairi and Axel are already sitting in the front seat, looking thorougly unsettled. Sora and Riku walk in and seat themselves between them, glancing at the new decor with confusion.*
Riku: What's with this getup?
Sora: And it looks oddly familiar...
Axel: Don't even ask.
Sora: So have we popped popcorn yet? I missed breakfast this morning.
*Kairi pulls out a few packages of saltine crackers and cans of Sprite*
Kairi: No popcorn today. We get saltines and Sprite.
Sora: *takes the snacks, confused* How come?
Kairi: It's better for your stomach.
Riku: Is there something about this fic you're not telling us?
Axel: *tosses him the script* See for yourself. Damn good thing I'm not in it!
*Riku scans the pages, his eyes growing steadily wider*
Riku: Ohhhhh no. Nonononononononono. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not.
Sora: What? What is it?! *he snatches up the pages and looks himself. His eyes also grow wide*
Riku: There is absolutely no way in any of the hells on ANY of the worlds out there that you will possibly make me sit through this. I'm quitting now.
*Riku gets up to leave*
Sora: *tosses the pages over his head* And I'm right behind you!
*Sora sprints up after him, and they both run for the door*
Kairi: Uh...wait a second...
Riku: You're not making ME a part of anyone's twisted fantasies! I'm out of here!
*Sora and Riku try to wrench the door open, when a booming, electronic voice interrupts them*
Voice: WARNING. WARNING. YOU ARE PRISONERS OF THE MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM.
Sora: *gawks* The MCP?! What the heck happened to Cid?
Riku: You can't keep us here!
MCP: ANY ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE WILL RESULT IN BEING SENT IMMEDIATELY TO THE GAME GRID FOR DELETION.
Sora: Hey, I can handle lightcycles! Bring it on!
MCP: CORRECTION: ANY ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE WILL RESULT IN BEING FORCED TO VIEW FANFICTIONS OF A SIMILAR NATURE FOR THE NEXT FIVE WEEKS IN USER TIME.
Sora and Riku: *immediately return to their seats*
Axel: Told you so.
Kairi: Axel and I already tried to escape. Twice.
Sora: *slumps into seat* I think Tron and I will be needing to do some "deleting of hostile programs" when I'm through with this.
Riku: I thought you guys already defeated the MCP.
Axel: *scratches chin* Well, considering Vexen, Marluxia and all those guys were able to show up, I'd say anything's possible.
The world could never look more different than through the eyes of an innocent.
Axel: We'll see how long that lasts.
Everything was simple,
Kairi: And clean, is the way you're making me feel tonight...
Riku: *pulls out ipod* I'll be listening to the soundtrack, if anyone needs me.
MCP: ELECTRONIC MUSIC DEVICES ARE NOT PERMITTED IN THE THEATER.
everything was known and perfect and filtered through thick beams of sunny light that shown through the thick cloud of leaves overhead.
All you had to worry about was whether or not the moon would be shining at night, perfect for a midnight stroll and picking up stray seashells that had yet to be enveloped in the approaching tide waters.
Kairi: Aww, come on. Aside from gerund abuse, that's kinda nice.
The best surprise of all was testing just how cold the ocean was with bare feet during the middle of the summer, the results sending children squealing and scampering away before the tiny waves had the chance to lap at their ankles, just to rush forwards again.
Kairi: *squints* The purple run-on's starting to get in the way, though...
The most wonderful taste was that of sweet honeysuckle on your tongue from the stem of a nimble yellow flower that swayed it's alluring perfume over the wafting breezes on the small island.
Axel: ...Of Destiny Islands which is a world somewhere on the north side of the galaxy just left of Disney Castle and some other world which is in the universe which is...
Kairi: ....Honeysuckle on a tropical island.
Riku: Are you asking the author to do actual research?
Kairi: Oh, right.
Sora: That's--that's all one sentence?!
Meals were best eaten outside, the smell of cooking fish mixed in with the sweet tang of tropical fruits the strongest and best smell any of them could hope for, and giving them a warm feeling of contentment.
Sora: *squints* I get the vague sense there's supposed to be a period, or...something in there...
Axel: I've got this sudden urge to go buy a t-shirt from Engrish.com right now.
It was a paradise planted firmly in their own backyard, in their range of vision and theirs to grasp in their hand as the sands of time fell into their control, and they spread the time around them into a home, a place no one would ever want to leave.
Because through the eyes of an innocent, nothing could ever be different, and they earned to sculpt the sand into lives of their own, forever surrounded by their own time.
But the innocent could not stay innocent forever.
Sora: Yes. Yes I CAN. *clamps hands over ears*
MCP: PAY ATTENTION, USER. *ZAP.*
And eventually... one began to wonder...
Riku: ...Just exactly what kind of crack this author was smoking, and why she wasn't sharing.
Axel: *look of disgust* None of that crack for me, thanks.
...as their time sculpted paths out for them, across the ocean, and twisting deep into the horizon where time no longer existed.
Kairi: That is amazingly pretentious and purpley. But exactly what does it have to do with the story?
Deep beneath the azure skies and into the eyes of a teenaged boy.
Sora: *cocks head* ...I have what eyes?
Kairi: That's the title.
Riku: *goes pale*
"C'mon, Sora, we're gonna be late!"
"Tidus... how can we possibly be late? We have all day!"
"Yuffie said to meet her at noon!"
Sora: Hold up, Yuffie's not there. Is she? Is this Traverse Town or Destiny Islands?
Axel: It's the lowest ring of hell.
Riku: No wonder it's so damn cold.
MCP: THAT'S JUST THE COOLING SYSTEM.
Sora meets up with Tidus, who asks if he wants to go to the play island. Sora is uncertain, and lengthy description of boredom, emo-ness and scenery follows.
Biting his lip, the fourteen-year-old looked around. Many of the kids were already on the play island, along with Tidus and Yuffie. But lately, it seemed to the brunet that everyone was getting too excited over the dumb island. Or was it just his lack on enthusiasm?
Axel: We have a GRAMMAR CRISIS.
Well, whatever it was, all Sora knew was that he didn't want to go. He wanted to run as fast as he could to the opposite end of the island, the one shrouded in mystery, the one that could only be seen when you stood on Paopou Island as exactly seven 'o' clock, when the sun hit the islands just right on it's journey to below the horizon.
Kairi: This is...what, the fourth time we've called bull on something in this fic? In the first two pages?
Axel: It's only going to get worse from here on out.
The place barely anyone escaped with all of their limbs intact.
It was a place everyone was forbidden to go...
Sora: I'm going to go shred my passport now.
Sora contemplated this as he got into his boat, a thought he often mulled over in times when he drifted back in to a routine that no longer interested him and became as natural as breathing. Like rowing to the play island, which was what he was doing now.
Riku: Yes. Go to the play island. Stay faaaar away from the island of evil!
Sora: Geez, this fic makes it sound like I'm trapped in Groundhog Day.
The waves licked at the sides of his boat, sloshing and churning beneath him as he struck his oar into their well-known depths. Exactly one mile and twenty feet deep. Something he'd learned in school.
Kairi: A MILE deep? Just by the shore?!
Axel: You know, it would really help if he went to a school that taught, well, FACTS.
But that wasn't the only thing he'd learned in school. He'd also learned about one of the deadliest, most fascinating creatures he'd ever heard of...
Kairi: Naga? You mean like Sesha, whose thousand mouths sing the praises of Vishnu for all eternity?
Axel: Nope, they mean naga, the voretastic fangirl sextoy.
Sora goes into a long thought process on how there is a tribe of nagas living on the other side of the island. Tales are told about them being...well, naga-ish, which naturally piques Sora's curiosity. Riiiight. He's contemplating going to said island when, le gasp, a plot point pops up...
"WAH!" Sora cried in surprise, stumbling backwards across the sugar-white sand, his head ducking backwards. Several silver blurs flew over his face, but he hadn't had the chance to escape several of the pointy things lodging into his hair.
Riku: I think you were just attacked by a cactuar.
Sora: Wait, I thought that was just a gummi ship model!
Sora: Yuffie? Throwing that at my face?
Kairi: She's not that dumb! Especially if she's a ninjutsu master!
"Yuffie!" Sora growled, indignant, scraping at his hair as to remover the pointy throwing stars before any could poke into his scalp. He was rewarded with a sharp poke to the finger as a pointy end dug into the pad of his thumb. He yelped.
Kairi: You know, if she threw shuriken at Sora, they would NOT lodge in his hair. They would lodge in his skull. And he would be dead.
Sora: That sounds beautifully quick and painless. *wistful sigh*
Riku: What are you using to spike that hair, cement?
Axel: You know, I think it's possible...
"Hold on, hold on!" he heard a bubbly voice laugh. Looking up through his brown bangs, he saw Yuffie jogging over to him, face split with a wide, amused grin. "Sorry about that, Sora! Just showing the others my new trick... guess I kinda missed, huh?"
"No, you think?" Sora muttered sarcastically, but it went unnoticed by the enthusiastic teen as she borrowed in his hair for her missing throwing stars.
Kairi: Someone get her a beta reader!
Axel: Better yet, someone get her a shrink.
"Heehee, you shoulda seen the look on your face!" she was laughing. But Sora was too busy wincing and hissing in pain as she continued to yank at his hair.
"Was, Yuffie, be a bit more careful, would you!?"
Sora: *scratches head* I--I got nothing. What am I trying to say there?
"Aw, suck it up, Sora!"
Axel: Yeah, Sora! Only wusses cry at getting sharp pointy objects thrown at their head!
Sora: I can deal with that, if one of my friends isn't doing the throwing!
And then, someone finally decided to take pity on him.
Kairi: Not the author, that's for sure.
"Here, let me help," Kairi said, walking towards them from the edge of the forest. Looking up, Sora spotted the redhead making her way from their group of friends who stood by the waterfall that sprouted out from the thick cloud of trees that lay submerged in the ground at the middle of the island.
Axel...Which was close to Destiny Islands, a lush paradise in a world separated from all the others by gummispace, located in the universe....
Kairi: I would be much happier about what seems to be a reasonable appearance if it weren't in the middle of another one of those stupid geography run-ons!
The girl wore a red skirt today, and it was loose at the bottom so it flowed freely around her knees. Her feet were bare a tiny silver toe ring adorned her middle toe, an anklet around the opposite ankle.
Axel: Somebody's stolen a period! Or maybe a semicolon?
Sora: Probably one of your stupid Nobodies.
Her white tube-top had a tiny black heart decal over the left breast of her shirt. A thalasa necklace hung around her necklace, a paopou-shaped silver charm dangling from the center of it.
Axel: You can put in an action verb any time, you know. No, really. They don't bite.
Her red hair was tied up behind her hair with a few loicks of auburn bangs handing in her face, and gently brushing over her violet eyes.
Sora: *examines* ...Nope. Blue eyes!
Riku: Oh, but only Sora can have those "innocent blue eyes that reflect the sea and the sky and INNOCENCE." *scoffs*
Axel: Oh, so you read ahead in the script?
Kairi removes the rest of the shuriken from Sora's hair, apparently there being three or four in there. His friends have a good laugh. They ask Sora to join them for a play date, but Sora complains that paradise is boring and he wants to go elsewhere. This is apparently a BIG NO-NO FOR ALL, as they get angry and leave.
And the brunet just watched them go, feeling even more desolate inside then he had before.
Axel: There's really nobody to blame for that but yourself.
Sora wasn't aware of what he did next. He wasn't aware of anything anymore. He just let his body carry him wherever it wanted him to go. Because his mind was already raising far off into the horizon, ahead into time and away from this place.
I want something new.... different....
Axel: Pay close attention kiddoes. This is a hallmark trope of vorefic. You see something like this, you should run the hell
Sora: *slump* I would if I could.
MCP: RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
Waves lapped furiously at the boat, nothing but a turmoil of rough blues as their sharpened edged slashed at his bare skin. The wind roared, sending tendrils of salty water sloshing over the boat's wooden sides.
Axel: It's the Sea of Emo.
Kairi: I'm seeing shades of 'The Old Man and the Sea' here.
Sora: So I'll just catch a giant marlin, sharks will eat it, and I'll go home and be a Christ figure?
I place where things will never be the same again....
Sand scoured his bare ankles and exposed shins, blown by an angry gust of sea air. The blue sky taunted the weather with fake cheer as it shown down on his sour mood and hunched figure. His sandaled feet flopped across the beaches, his boat alone and orgotten, lying untied at the docks and slowly starting to float away down the shore line.
Sora: Noooo! Come back, boat!
Kairi: It's the dreaded Point Of No Return.
A place where I can be different.... Where I can't ever be the same....
Birds scattered in the air in his wake as he stormed down the dusty sands. Fat leaves slapped at his legs, stingy roots tangling at his feet as the beaches grew more wild. He stepped through a rotted wooden barrier, ignoring how unfamiliar his surroundings were. Because he didn't care where he was.
He only cared about where it would lead him.
Kairi: You didn't care where you were...only where it would lead you...*trying to wrap brain around this*
MCP: THERE ARE TOO MANY LOGIC ERRORS THUSFAR.
A new place... a new home... a new me...
His pace hadn't slowed any. The sand seemed to be growing rougher and small twigs were embedded within it now. The sounds of crashing waves from the ocean to his left was growing louder and louder, barreling into the jetty of rocks that punctured the sea.
Please... a place where I can be appreciated... a new home... a new place...
...a new face.
And so lost was Sora in his own little wistful daydreams, he didn't see the coiled object in his path.
Riku: He didn't notice a huge-ass snake right in front of him?
Until his foot lodged under it and his inertia brought him forward...
...and tumbling through the sands of time and into the rest of his life.
Sora: The rest of my life being painfully brief!
Riku: ...Are you done yet?
A world I can dream in... without time dragging me down....
Kairi: A world of horrors beyond your mortal imagination.
Axel: AH HAHAHAHAhaha...okay...I think I'm okay now...
Invigorating, no? All of the heinous kinky horror is still yet to come, so click on with trepidation, or whatever Engrishful warning you'd like me to use.