Fry X Bender Novels & Stories

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

I punched him in his arm and he asked me to help him take out his braids. "Seriously, gonna finally wash that mess," I mumbled softly, giving him a hard time. "Yeah and you'll have to find Striker for me to braid it once again since you have no clue how," he lipped back. I told him to sit up. I grabbed scissors and cut off a few inches on the ends, causing beads to bounce across the floor. Using his alien detangler, I started from the bottom loosening his braids. Dregs black hair was thick and surprisingly still healthy. After several hours all his hair was out and it was long and thick. He glanced up at me and asked if I thought he should just cut it. I shook my head and told him he looked

He pulled out the milkshake lollipop and answered almost laughing. "Genetic mutation? So, you're a fan of that comic series X-Men huh! You know what Eurie, I advise you to not watch that again. You're blurting out insane things!" "Well, my condition is worth asking insane things, Uncle," answered Eurie evidently annoyed.

Because Fender is naturally kind, he doesn’t resist. Her mother and father died early, she didn't have chance to be with them but it's okay. What is important to Blessy is to live every day even though her Aunt and uncle are always beating her. So maybe why she and Fender are close to each other because they are both orphans. "I have a gift for you." She looked at Fender. They had just finished eating and here she was, drinking water. "What's that? Don’t make the mistake of giving me a frog again! I warn you. ”

I explained, "Veda is a small sacrifice for the overall greater good, Enz. You know this has to happen. Our lives depend on me getting a leg up in this organization again. And to do that, I have to cripple Mario. And Veda is the path to that end.” He shook his head, stubborn as always. "There's gotta be another way." "There's not." “You could just kill him.” “Not good enough.” Not after what he’d done to me. To Maria. “Besides, that’s my father’s final call. Not mine. And he hasn’t given me the go ahead.”

May 3rd 2023, I was birthed and raised in a hidden foster home, along with other kids of my age. On my 5th birthday, we were ambushed by Lord Felix's guard. They murdered our foster parent and a few kids who thought they could escape. They made us watch each incident like in the movies we used to watch seldomly. It taunts us as nightmares. Benders took us to a camp—maybe a school—whatever they call that goddamned place! A place where humans learn how to be submissive and become either an Emit, Dator, or Emunctor lactis.

Each click of the buckle was a reminder that control was never theoretical. It was physical. Intentional. Total. When I finished securing her thighs, her voice finally broke. “This is humiliating.” “No.” I adjusted the final strap with care. “This is working.” She didn’t argue. She knew she’d already lost that point. I stepped back, retrieving the toy from the case I’d placed behind the cross. Small. Precise. Engineered cruelty. The same one she’d learned to fear in the Red Velvet Room. She heard the sound and froze. “Eric—”