The Pirate's Fate: The Expanded Universe
Dressing Up for Something Big
By: Drakin
“Hey! HEY! Watch those hands! EEP!” Morgana yelped as the cookies closed in, and with perhaps the most unceremonious thing she could think of Morgana was stripped of all her clothes in a matter of minutes. The whole way she kicked and punched and even bit large chunks out of the cookies, but they seemed completely unaffected. Even those she managed to tear the heads off of continued to move as if unharmed.
The other girls had similar protests but less effective means of retaliation,, though Tam-Tam did try to swing her tail and broke a couple cookies in half with the attacks. Still in a matter of minutes the trio had been stripped to nothing and their clothes carted off somewhere. The only thing Morgana refused to let go of was her knife until the cookies eventually let her keep it (mostly because every cookie that tried to take it was now a pile of crumbs).
“What do these sick perverted pastries want?” Morgana growled, covering herself with one arm and brandishing the knife as best she could.
“Well maybe they're fascinated by our natural beauty,” Tam-Tam suggested and posed elegantly, showing off her pudgy body as best she could.
“Or it's something else?” Mila added, covering herself too but now looking at several cookies that approached carrying three bundles. As they picked them up and presented each to the girls, they unfolded to show elegant elaborate dresses. Morgana's was an elegant rich maroon color with white trim that looked similar to a red velvet cake. Tam-Tam's a soft golden yellow liken a lemon custard pie. And Mila's was a bright orange cream. All three were long with minimal trims and much pleating folds along the sides as well as low-cut neck holes.
“I wonder what this is about? Mila asked, but took the tress and began to slide into it. As she did though she caught the scent and and curious she licked at a sleeve. “Oh wow, even the dresses are made of food.” Impossible as it seemed, she was right. The dresses seemed to be some form of woven garment that felt like silk but tasted like sweet candies.
Morgana was the most reluctant to put on hers, but as the cookies seemed determined not to give her back her clothes and the only other option was going naked, she finally relented. “What is all this about?” she asked as she slid it on. But the cookies gave no answer, waiting until she'd finished (and buckled the knife above her skirt again) to lead them on further through the village.
Everywhere they looked everything was made of food. The houses, the lamp posts, the carts, the shops, even the animals seemed to be made of some sort of pastry or candy. Eventually they came to what had to be a castle, though it looked to be made out of many cakes with frosted parapets adoring the walls.
“I guess we're going to meet the head honcho,” Tam-Tam suggested as they were ushered inside. Down the elaborately carved and decorated hall the three eventually came to the throne room where...
Choice 1: There's no one to greet them but three thrones upon the dais. Could it be the cookies were making them their leaders?
Choice 2: They're met by someone like them. A really king or queen who has clearly been in this realm of sweets for some time.
Choice 3: They're met with, surprise of surprises, Darious and leeko who somehow found their way to this world before them.
Choice 4: A giant dragon made of pastry. Are they sacrifices or is the dragon more interested in other things?
By: Drakin
“Hey! HEY! Watch those hands! EEP!” Morgana yelped as the cookies closed in, and with perhaps the most unceremonious thing she could think of Morgana was stripped of all her clothes in a matter of minutes. The whole way she kicked and punched and even bit large chunks out of the cookies, but they seemed completely unaffected. Even those she managed to tear the heads off of continued to move as if unharmed.
The other girls had similar protests but less effective means of retaliation,, though Tam-Tam did try to swing her tail and broke a couple cookies in half with the attacks. Still in a matter of minutes the trio had been stripped to nothing and their clothes carted off somewhere. The only thing Morgana refused to let go of was her knife until the cookies eventually let her keep it (mostly because every cookie that tried to take it was now a pile of crumbs).
“What do these sick perverted pastries want?” Morgana growled, covering herself with one arm and brandishing the knife as best she could.
“Well maybe they're fascinated by our natural beauty,” Tam-Tam suggested and posed elegantly, showing off her pudgy body as best she could.
“Or it's something else?” Mila added, covering herself too but now looking at several cookies that approached carrying three bundles. As they picked them up and presented each to the girls, they unfolded to show elegant elaborate dresses. Morgana's was an elegant rich maroon color with white trim that looked similar to a red velvet cake. Tam-Tam's a soft golden yellow liken a lemon custard pie. And Mila's was a bright orange cream. All three were long with minimal trims and much pleating folds along the sides as well as low-cut neck holes.
“I wonder what this is about? Mila asked, but took the tress and began to slide into it. As she did though she caught the scent and and curious she licked at a sleeve. “Oh wow, even the dresses are made of food.” Impossible as it seemed, she was right. The dresses seemed to be some form of woven garment that felt like silk but tasted like sweet candies.
Morgana was the most reluctant to put on hers, but as the cookies seemed determined not to give her back her clothes and the only other option was going naked, she finally relented. “What is all this about?” she asked as she slid it on. But the cookies gave no answer, waiting until she'd finished (and buckled the knife above her skirt again) to lead them on further through the village.
Everywhere they looked everything was made of food. The houses, the lamp posts, the carts, the shops, even the animals seemed to be made of some sort of pastry or candy. Eventually they came to what had to be a castle, though it looked to be made out of many cakes with frosted parapets adoring the walls.
“I guess we're going to meet the head honcho,” Tam-Tam suggested as they were ushered inside. Down the elaborately carved and decorated hall the three eventually came to the throne room where...
Choice 1: There's no one to greet them but three thrones upon the dais. Could it be the cookies were making them their leaders?
Choice 2: They're met by someone like them. A really king or queen who has clearly been in this realm of sweets for some time.
Choice 3: They're met with, surprise of surprises, Darious and leeko who somehow found their way to this world before them.
Choice 4: A giant dragon made of pastry. Are they sacrifices or is the dragon more interested in other things?