Monday, March 3, 2014

WIP - Rabbit Season

This story takes places in Backwoods Asylum verse. Over the years, I have found that my favorite stories are the ones I write for specific people. Midnight was an auction story (the winner asked simply for a story where a draugr got a romance). Rabbit Season is being written as party of a charity thing. It was supposed to be 10k, and I would list it for free eventually, but it's looking to be more like 20-30k so it will eventually go up for sale on LT3.

But, the request was, in the end, fairly simple. She wanted twincest, preferably with threesome. She gave me a few prompts, but is pretty chill and did not mind me taking bits of prompts one and four and mashing them together :3 She has vetted the first 8k of this story, and I'm having a lot of fun writing it.

Writing fantasy in a genre dominated by contemporary can make an author feel very lonely at times, even an author as relatively successful as I know I am. So every positive review, every comment, email, dm, etc, makes my day. And when I get to write to order like this, for someone who is fun and chill and seems really excited about what I'm doing, is a real treat. I love my readers, heart and soul, and sadly busy as I am I get a bit distant from them (unlike the days of LJ, where I could interact more).

So chances like this make me happy, cause I get to interact with the reader, and feel a little less isolated, and it's easier to remember that there is a crowd out there that likes magic and dragons just as much as cops and firemen.

And now that my unplanned babbling is over, onward to snippet. While this section is harmless, please note this story does eventually contain threesome with twincest. And I'm sure everybody has guessed what kinds of shifters are involved just from the title.

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Sidney groaned as his alarm went off. Stupid mornings. He killed the alarm, then dragged himself up and stretched, joints cracking and popping. He yawned as he climbed out of bed and stretched some more, and scratched sleepily at his stomach as he reluctantly left the warmth of his bedroom and trudged to and down the stairs, turning left at the bottom to go straight into the kitchen.

Coffee. He wanted. Needed.

Laughter made him stop, cause it was familiar and he had to be wrong …

He squeaked in dismay when he saw he was not wrong, not even a little. The Hot Twins were sitting at the breakfast nook with his dad. Oh, god, what the hell were they doing there? At nine in the morning? While his hair was standing on end all he wore was his Spiderman pajama pants?

Coffee. Focus on the coffee, and then he could go throw himself into traffic or off a cliff, whichever one Google said was closest. Scurrying to the coffee pot, he pulled out a mug, filled it, and then fled the kitchen again to hide in the sunroom at the back of the house.

He settled into his favorite seat, a wicker chaise covered with the world's softest cushions, even if the sunflower and bees pattern was the ugliest thing in the world.

What were Brook and Colby doing at his house? Why hadn't someone warned him they were coming? He was going to kill his dads.

Last he'd heard anything about them, they were busy working for a local brand of the Lost Shifters Foundation. They'd been so busy with it, Sidney hadn't seen them for like two years. Were they here to see if any of the duck family's in Sidney's flock would be willing to take in an orphan? Maybe they'd found a duck or some other bird shifter.

Birds were some of the hardest shifters to place, after some of the more dangerous ones, like snakes, alligators, all the bitey and venomous shifters. Birds were difficult because they were elitist snobs, traditionally. Sidney's flock was a rare exception, mostly thanks to his dads and the friends who had stood by them, but even they still had some disgruntled families who didn't like the upset to years of history, of tried and true blah blah blah.  

They still weren't recovered from the scandal of his father marrying Troy, a non-shifter. Even after two and a half decades of his dad and pop being together, people still weren't entirely certain what to do with a regular old human. On top of that, his father's best friend was a rabbit, and her sons came to stay at Sidney's house all the time. He'd been awed by Brook and Colby as a little boy, two beautiful, bold rabbits who didn't seem afraid of anyone or anything.

Awe and wonder had turned into a quiet protectiveness when he was about twelve, and had caught them hiding in the boathouse, Brook crying and nursing a black and split lip, Colby tending him and muttering angrily about plucking stupid ducks and setting them on fire.

It hadn't been hard for Sidney to figure out who was responsible for hurting them. He wasn't the type to pick a fight in the schoolyard, as much as he daydreamed about being the big, brave hero sometimes … but he was perfectly capable of tattling, because sometimes the most direct route was the best, and nobody was going to fuck with the only son of James Robinson, the flock leader. Of course, that often meant nobody invited him out to have any fun, either, but Sidney preferred to stay at home with his books and games anyway.

Unfortunately, the whole tattling thing hadn't endeared him to the twins, either, but it wasn't like they ever noticed him anyway. They were six years older than him, why would they? But he wished they hadn't pulled away and stopped being friendly after he ratted out George and his crew for hurting them.

On the other hand, awe had turned to protectiveness had turned into an incredibly awkward crush, because apparently he wanted to go all the way past hopeless into completely-removed-from-reality.

That was their fault, though, one hundred percent. After the second time he'd caught them in the boathouse, he'd sworn off ever again going near the damn thing. Bad enough they'd stolen his hideout for peace and quiet, they'd had to steal it to … well, fuck like bunnies. Jackasses. Until he'd seen that his crush had been vague and largely aesthetic.  After the boathouse, it had been very specific and highly graphic. He'd never been more grateful, or more annoyed by, the very loose personal boundaries that rabbits lived by.

It was a pretty contentious issue, the 'depravity' and 'loose morals' of rabbits. If and when shifters made themselves known to ordinary humans, there was a whole bunch of shifters that the rest of the community was going to try and shove in a dark hole so they wouldn't ruin it for everyone else. Rabbits would be one of the first shoved down it, and most ducks would be more than happy to start shoving.

Sidney finished his coffee and left the mug on the table in the middle of the room, used the back stairs to sneak up to his room. Stripping off his stupid pajamas, he darted into his shower and washed up quickly, though he was tempted to stay there all day, work or no work.

Back in his room, he pulled on jeans and a green t-shirt with Robinson Landscaping written across it in bright blue, with a little flower and duck logo in the bottom right corner. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday he worked at the L&G place. Tuesday and Thursday he worked the bakery. Saturday and Sunday he slept or otherwise avoided his dads because damn it, heir to the kingdom or not, he needed some downtime.

Ready as he was ever going to be, he grabbed his ballcap and wallet then headed down the front stairs to put on his boots.

He was just sneaking out the front door when he heard his dad call from the kitchen. "Get in here, Sid."

"Damn." Closing the door again, Sidney slunk into the kitchen, looked warily around—and nearly sighed in relief when he saw it was just his dad. "What's up, dad?"

James gave him an amused look. "Aren't you going to say hello to Brook and Colby?"

"I'm going to be late for work?" Sidney tried.

"Yeah, pity your boss is such a stickler about that," James replied dryly.

Sidney rolled his eyes. "Dude, I doubt they care. Why are they here anyway?"

James's levity faded off to a look of worry and anger. "You know their mother is pretty big in the whole shifters coming out thing, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, somebody—several, likely—attacked their house last night. Vandalized it, broke all the windows, busted in the doors, even got in briefly and trashed a lot of the inside.  They fled when the cops showed up, and thankfully Brenda and her sons weren't hurt. There was a note left, though, warning her that if she showed up at that conference in California happening next week, a whole hell of a lot worse would happen. So they're staying here for now, while she's in California."

Sidney frowned. "Will she be okay?"

James smiled faintly. "Yeah, Brenda will be okay. That woman has a lot of enemies, but she's also got a lot of friends—including some high-placed wolves. Nobody will get to her unless they go through a lot of other people, and Brook and Colby should be safe laying low here for a couple of weeks. You should go say hello, though. They've been kind of down and shaky since it happened, and you're good at cheering them up."

"Me? Since when? Have you been drinking pond water again, dad, cause I will tell pop."

"Shut up," James replied, still smiling. Pushing away from the counter he'd been leaning against, he ruffled Sidney's hair and shoved him back toward the open doorway leading into the hall. "There's not much going on at work today, just lawns to mow and a rose garden to touch up. Take the day off, go spend it with Brook and Colby. If you think you don't cheer them up, then you're the one drinking pond water. Get, or I'll start in with threats."


"I'm going, I'm going. Go to work or something, ugh." He paused to grab one of the glazed donuts sitting on the breakfast table, snitched a soda from the fridge, and then headed through the house to where he was pretty sure Brook and Colby would be hanging out:  the patio.

11 comments:

  1. Waahh!! I can't wait to read the whole story!! This sounds so good!!!

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  2. Thanks! I shall endeavor to get it done quickly :3

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  3. My sincere thanks to you and whoever gave you this prompt, because this sounds great. Love the fantasy / paranormal / fairytale genres. Can't wait to read the whole thing!

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    1. Thanks! ^__^ It's always motivating to work with a good prompt.

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  4. Oooooh. Will be impatiently waiting, but politely impatient, I promise! I will think quick writing thoughts for you. ;)

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    1. Heh. I will try to finish quickly :3

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  5. i loved the backwoods asylum verse and wished for more from it. this is awesome!

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    1. Thank you! It's a fun verse to play in, so I'm sure there will be even more in the future ^__^

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  6. ohh this sounds great!! And I'm so glad you are writing so much fantasy, I love it more than contemporary.

    The isolated thing is kind of sad, isn't there a possibility to bring the interaction back? Maybe just with a few readers/your alpha/beta readers in old LJ-style?

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  7. "Depravity" of Rabbits...that sounds like fun! I have to agree to honor the person who provided the prompt, but give great credit to Megan Derr for transforming an idea into some great characters and concepts. Will be watching for word that this WIP is finished.

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  8. Awesome! Always love a good story with an old crush and misunderstandings. Makes them getting together all the better in the end.

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