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Chapter 9 by latexdoll latexdoll

What color do you think of?

Emerald

You have no idea what color is the best or even what they could possibly represent. A deep emerald colored pool draws your attention for a few moments, which is just long enough for you to come in contact with it. The instant you do the color washes over you and your eyes are momentarily blinded by the light. When it returns you find yourself lying on slightly damp ground that is very soft but has gotten you rather filthy. A small furry black and white rodent eyes you from a distance as he plucks small tuberous roots from the ground and munches on them with rather hand like front paws. Then he stands up and runs out of sight. “Wait did he just?” As you get up yourself you discover two things. First you seem to have shrunk. Not a lot exactly, just as you look down on your naked self the feeling of manly danger and rippling muscles seems to have been tempered down to that of an average athlete. You would guess you are still 5’9”’ tall and maybe 150 lbs. your once massive cock still say 6” or so, but as you are becoming more relaxed you can guess it isn’t swelling a lot more than that. “Damn she still managed to fuck me over. She didn’t tell me shit and I don’t even have any clothing.”

“I can help with that master.” You hear a sweet and sexy voice say from behind you.

“What the fuck?” You nearly leap out of your skin as you jump back and spin around. Landing rather deftly you do notice. Kneeling there is her remaining fuck buddy. 11” log and all. “What?”

“I don’t understand master. What do you mean by; What? And What the fuck?” She asks, a look of genuine confusion on her pretty face.

You shake your head in a bit of confusion yourself. “So I’m your master?” You ask her finally.

Her answer is cut off by a booming word of power that shakes the world and deafens you and causes your companion to simply vanish. A humanoid dinosaur, of maybe stegosaurus ancestry you would guess looking at his head, steps into view wearing a loincloth and deep purple cloak. He carries a staff of gnarled black wood. “Denizens of Mechanus are not welcome here.” He says as he steps into view. His eyes glow softly and he looks into your soul, “I sense no allegiance to the creatures of Law. How did you get here human? Who are you?”

What do you tell him?

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