Before I could utter another sound, flesh surrounded me and blotted out all light. The older one, I guessed maybe ten, just stared with his arms crossed, the same cruel gleam I’d seen in his father’s eyes. He stared at my flailing limbs with profound fascination. His rounded face with massive, even rounder, dark blue eyes looked to me around eight years old or so. The one on the left who seemed to have spoken was the younger of the two. Two human faces were leaned in so close to my body that I could feel their hot breath cascade down the back of my neck and billow my hair. Look at how scared he is!” The blood was beginning to pool in my head as I wrenched myself around to see the owner of the voice. Finally, I sputtered, “I-I’m intimately familiar with the current financial status of the estate, I could help you navigate the will-“ I blubbered on, being met with nothing but a condescending smirk.Ī giggle cut me short, “He’s funny, Dad. I clasped my hands in front of me, trying my best to twist and face the adult who stared down at me with amused, and dispassionate eyes, “P-Please, sir!! Please, don’t! I can be of great use to you!” My panicked brain tried desperately to think of just what that use could be. Shaking from head to toe, I kicked and screamed, held captive by nothing more than a few ounces of pressure from the pads of this man’s fingers. Much to my embarrassment, I admit, I exploded into pathetic protestations. “Both of you, close your eyes… Aiden, hold out your hands…” I felt a painful, bruising grip encircle my leg once more as I was lifted out of this tight space and held upside down in the air. The sounds of the outside world were muffled but still detectable.
Crammed in upside down, I felt violently nauseous as the thick, musty smell of pocket lint and human sweat assaulted my nose. I was one thin layer of fabric from being pressed directly against his sweaty, hairy flesh.
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My joints cracked as I was shoved in this small space, my whole body twisting while my arms and legs were all akimbo, the fabric drawn taught against his bulging hip.
I hadn’t known the old man even had grandchildren. Before I could lay eyes on these two devils in human disguise, I found myself being shoved, roughly, into the man’s pocket. I quaked as I heard the thunder of two pairs of feet against the wooden floor. I shuddered at the memories I didn’t dare let form coherently in my mind, from before the old man, it was simply too painful. I knew all too well what violent, mischievous little boys were capable of when it came to helpless creatures like me. Woo hoo! Chapter #5! Things just keep getting worse for this poor little guy! Rogal Dorn was sad he couldn't give his grandpa great grandbabies. But he was apparently barren until Horus unlocked the secret of inducing ovulation in him. I HC him having a human husband on Inwit, because his adoptive family found one for him. His adoptive parents probably thought "our daughter is a little hairy but we can't question a gift from the heavens".
I don't see Rogal Dorn doing anything like hormone injections, so he's just that way. I get the vibes of the Emperor being a big chauvinist who had an all dude party, so Rogal Dorn did what he needed to to fit in. That seems like what my Rogal Dorn has going on. I don't think Dorn really gets gender but it's Very Important to the Emperor that Dorn is his son, so Dorn will be his son.Ī while ago someone on Tumblr (I think they went by "Ozzy") proposed the idea of "cis-by-default" people who are men or women cause they've never really thought about other options rather than actively identifying as such. His gender is "whatever the authority figure in my life wants me to be".