Pelt
Title: Pelt
Author: dorksidefiekr
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/68. Skin
Character/Pairing: Bruce, Bobby
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Summary: Someone wants a lovely green fur coat.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Bruce strained against the restraints, doing everything he could to get loose, away from the sharp instruments meant to pull his pelt from his flesh. His was the kind of strength that couldn’t be measured, but without any leverage, it was useless. And he couldn’t force the transformation to his smaller human form and just slip free. He was stuck, and he was afraid he was going to die on that table. Those fears died when he heard the scream. It was full of rage, and no small amount of malice.
Protean.
That son of a bitch was gonna come storming in like a hero and rescue him.
Bruce growled, a rumble that started low in his belly, crawling up in to his throat. Jesus, he hated that guy.
He inhaled, catching the mechanical stink of Iron Hide’s armor and weapons.
Please let him get here first, he thought.
The stench of ozone flooded the room, and Bruce groaned. Crimson Wizard’s face filled his field of vision, smarmy little smirk in place. Bruce’s lips skinned back from his teeth, and he growled. “Keep that up,” the sorcerer warned, “and I’ll leave you here for Protean to rescue.”
Author: dorksidefiekr
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/68. Skin
Character/Pairing: Bruce, Bobby
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Summary: Someone wants a lovely green fur coat.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Bruce strained against the restraints, doing everything he could to get loose, away from the sharp instruments meant to pull his pelt from his flesh. His was the kind of strength that couldn’t be measured, but without any leverage, it was useless. And he couldn’t force the transformation to his smaller human form and just slip free. He was stuck, and he was afraid he was going to die on that table. Those fears died when he heard the scream. It was full of rage, and no small amount of malice.
Protean.
That son of a bitch was gonna come storming in like a hero and rescue him.
Bruce growled, a rumble that started low in his belly, crawling up in to his throat. Jesus, he hated that guy.
He inhaled, catching the mechanical stink of Iron Hide’s armor and weapons.
Please let him get here first, he thought.
The stench of ozone flooded the room, and Bruce groaned. Crimson Wizard’s face filled his field of vision, smarmy little smirk in place. Bruce’s lips skinned back from his teeth, and he growled. “Keep that up,” the sorcerer warned, “and I’ll leave you here for Protean to rescue.”