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When I read stories written by others often times I will imagine what happens after the story is over. What kind of shenanigans the characters get into after the credits roll. I put a lot of effort into writing this story and developing these characters but the story isn't finished. I would like to see just how many different endings can be imagined for this single story and how many of them line up with my own ideas for how it would go down. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is kind of an experiment. When I read stories written by others often times I will imagine what happens after the story is over. What kind of shenanigans the characters get into after the credits roll. I put a lot of effort into writing this story and developing these characters but the story isn't finished. I would like to see just how many different endings can be imagined for this single story and how many of them line up with my own ideas for how it would go down. ", "writing": "Pete examined his old alligator body in the mirror before heading out. The trailer he was currently living out of was small and housed a single mirror which he seemed to use exclusively for sighing at his reflection. He was never happy with his short snout and excess weight. He ran a hand over his matte dark green scales; were they starting to grow paler as he aged? The gator sighed again and reminded himself that he wasn’t the subject of his pictures, the way he looks doesn’t really matter. \nPete gathered his things and get ready to venture into the chill air outside. Although it has been considerably warmer than usual the last few weeks in the northern areas of Alaska it still got very cold. He switched the space heater onto low before he left. It was very difficult for a cold blooded creature to keep warm in this climate; and for that reason he loved his space heater. The salesman said it could heat an entire warehouse in an hour flat. A feature that Pete got a lot of use out of when he visited colder climates like this one. \nThe gator walked the short distance to an area he had scoped out previously for a good place to take some photos. There was a big lake with an old abandoned fishing hut and the entire thing was surrounded in large douglas firs. An excellent location for the nature shots he liked. It was early afternoon when he had everything set up. \nPete had been there for several hours already when he noticed someone walking out onto the ice. He zoomed in on the figure, it was a young crow. He wore a bright red scarf, faded toque and a dark jacket that matched his black feathers. He watched his feet as he stomped out towards the shack. Pete snapped a photo. Cute kid He thought.\nA strange sound like slow heavy lightning rumbled through the air. The skies are clear; there couldn’t be any lightning. Pete looked back at the figure in his lense, apparently this kid had heard it too. He was stopped and seemed suddenly very aware of his surroundings. The kid was looking around his feet as if watching faries dance around him. The sound came again and Pete realized that the crackling sound was coming from the ice. \nIn an instant the gator grabbed his tripod and began sprinting towards the boy. He was waving his hands and yelling at him to get down but the crow was already panicking. The crow turned back towards the shore and began sprinting but the ice broke underneath him and he fell to his chest in the icy water. He was able to use his arms to catch himself but the rush from the frigid water locked up his body and he was unable to do anything but gasp for air.\nPete approached the boy on all fours, trying to spread out his body weight. He extended the end of the tripod out and was able to pull the kid from lake. The kid was still gasping for air and couldn’t move so Pete picked him up. In doing so his leg broke the ice and soaked him up to his thigh but Pete pushed on and brought the child to safety.\n“Kid, are you okay?” he’s spaced out, “Kid!” \nRecollection returns to the child’s eyes he nods his head yes and then looks down at his soaking clothes, just starting to realize that he is freezing. He must be going into shock thought Pete. \n“What’s your name, Kid?”\n“A-August.” His teeth were chattering so bad he could barely get out his name. \n“Okay August, I’m going to take you to my trailer so we can get you warmed up.” The feeling in Pete’s soaked leg was gone but the adrenaline was still pumping like crazy. Hopefully that would be enough to get back. Pete scooped up August into his big arms and the child clung to him for warmth. They began trudging through the snow leaving the camera and equipment behind. \nBy the time they reached the trailer the breaths coming from the gator were heavy and labored. Pete burst through the door and it swung hitting the wall with a bang, his adrenaline was still carrying him forward with enough determination to get done what he needed to do to survive. \nPete placed the little one on a chair, “Strip.” he commanded then switched the space heater on full and began removing his own boots and pants. August hadn’t moved. “For fucks sakes,” the gator swore under his breath then stepping out of his pants he went to assist the young bird in his boxers. \nPete pulled off the kids scarf, unzipped his jacket and helped him out of it. August wasn’t resisting, he was just kind of going with however his body moved, a sure sign that his body was in shock. Next Pete pulled off the birds shirt, he was thin and covered in black down with a curious white spot in the centre of his chest. Unfortunately with the down wet it was only making him colder. In one swift motion off came August’s pants and underwear, this elicited a soft ‘Hey,’ from the kid as he embarrassedly tried to cover his privates. \n“Shut up I am saving you,” with his adrenaline calming down; Pete was starting to realize how pissed off he was with having to save this kid. Plus he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of the youngster’s junk. Even if it was hidden behind a cloaca. \nPete plucked a dry towel out of a nearby drawer rubbed it up and down Augusts body, spending a little extra time on his flat behind and pelvic area. Pete could tell the kid was blushing and maybe even enjoying the rubdown. Pete certainly was enjoying it, despite his best efforts. Looking at his uncovered thin frame Pete thought that he couldn’t be over 15 years old; probably younger. What was a kid like this doing alone on a frozen lake? \nThe gator guided the boy over to his bed. He tucked him in under all the blankets in the trailer and propped his feet up to help with the shock before tending to his own clothing situation. There was only one room in the trailer so he had to change in front of the kid. Nervously Pete looked out the corner of his eye toward the kid, who was staring at him blankly. With no alternatives Pete pulled off his shirt and dropped his slightly damp boxers to the floor exposing his large belly and thick muscly arms. Pete saw the kids eyes snap to his groin which he realized now had his little friend very slightly poking out of his slit. Embarrassed he turned away and picked up his boxers off the floor. He was halfway back up before he realized he gave the kid a clear shot of gator ass hole. Flustered more than ever he pulled on all new clothes, “I’m going to collect my camera. Warm up, I’ll be back in 10.” The kid nodded in understanding. \nA short while later the door open and in stumbled a very cold alligator. August was feeling much more like himself now after having enough time for his body to recover from the shock. Pete immediately began stripping off his winter clothing. August sat up, watching the older gentleman.\n“Are you going to eat me?” August asked very matter-of-fact.\n“No, the only thing like that happening here is the frost biting my toes.” the gator reassured. “What were you doing out on the ice all alone anyway? People like you and I have to be careful, we aren’t built for this cold weather.” \nAugust began to pout, his voice got quieter, “I was ru.. I needed to get away from my home for a bit.” \n“I see. And you thought the fishing shack would be warm.” The kid nodded.\nPete pulled off his pants so that he was only wearing his white tank top and his blue boxers. August watched intently. \n“Shove over, I need to warm up. Apparently God thought it would be funny to make me cold blooded.” \n“Apparently God thought it would be funny to make me flightless.” August grumbled as he made room on the small bed. Pete crawled under the covers and curled up facing away from August who is still sitting up watching the older man. \nA few minutes of silence pass before the kid speaks, “Why are you out here?”\n“I take pictures,” Pete’s reply sounded somewhat dismissive.\n“What’s your name?”\n“Pete.”\n“So you care about your camera?”\n“Yes”\n“What’s your last name?”\n“Peterson.”\n“Pete Peterson?” The kid giggled at this revelation\n“Charlie Peterson. My friends call me Pete. Goodness your chatty.”\nAugusts barrage of inquiries faltered for a second, his next one came out much slower and more deliberate, “Are you cold?” He asked.\n“Yes, very.”\nAugust crawled back under the mound of blankets and wrapped himself around the big gator. “We can share body heat.” \nTentatively Pete rolled over and hugged the kid’s body close to his. He desperately needed the warmth. Pete could feel the child's legs interlace with his own, one over the other. He could feel the kids arm wrap around his big belly and just barely make it around to his back. He could feel the boys knee pressing up against his slit. He could feel Augusts beak cradled in the nook between his neck and his shoulder. If this continued the gator would be in the exact situation he always dreamed about but hoped he would never be in. \nPete needed to distract himself. His nose was running so he took a big sniff to keep it in. August smelt like douglas fir. \n“My whole bed is going to smell like you for a week after this.” He tried to make meaningless conversation.\n“To me your bed just smells like you.”\nNot knowing how to respond Pete grunted “Sorry.”\n“It’s okay, I don’t mind your smell.”\nThe two laid together in silence for a few more minutes. Pete’s member continued stiffening. He could feel Augusts heart beating fast and heavy. Was he afraid? No, he was excited.\nOnce again August was the first to break the silence, “Some of the older boys at school told me that if your stuck out in the cold you can have sex for warmth.” \nPete was flabbergasted, not sure how to continue he tried to stall for time.\n“How old are you, kid?”\n“I’ll be 14 in 3 months.” Younger than he had originally thought. Pete still needed more time\n“Have you ever had sex before?” His thoughts were racing.\n“Umm..” August thought for a second, a strange thing for a 13 year old to need to think about.\n“I put my older brothers penis in my mouth before. Does that count?”\nPete could feel something firm pressing into his belly, something that felt a lot like a 13 year olds penis. \n“Did you like it?”\n“He’s kinda mean, and I don’t really like the way he smells but besides that ya, it was good.”\nPetes dick was rock hard now and he felt that he was already in too deep, there was no going back now. \n“Don’t tell anyone about this.”\n“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell my mom I was out on the lake and fell in.” His kid logic was adorable. \n“You got a deal kid.” Pete basically growled. \nWrite What you think happens next and post a link to your Inkbunny submission in the comments. Anyone is free to use the OC’s Charlie Peterson and August Monroe in any media, and in any way they see fit. Just please link back to this original story. Thanks for reading!\n~Winters Ink\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Pete examined his old alligator body in the mirror before heading out. The trailer he was currently living out of was small and housed a single mirror which he seemed to use exclusively for sighing at his reflection. He was never happy with his short snout and excess weight. He ran a hand over his matte dark green scales; were they starting to grow paler as he aged? The gator sighed again and reminded himself that he wasn’t the subject of his pictures, the way he looks doesn’t really matter.
Pete gathered his things and get ready to venture into the chill air outside. Although it has been considerably warmer than usual the last few weeks in the northern areas of Alaska it still got very cold. He switched the space heater onto low before he left. It was very difficult for a cold blooded creature to keep warm in this climate; and for that reason he loved his space heater. The salesman said it could heat an entire warehouse in an hour flat. A feature that Pete got a lot of use out of when he visited colder climates like this one.
The gator walked the short distance to an area he had scoped out previously for a good place to take some photos. There was a big lake with an old abandoned fishing hut and the entire thing was surrounded in large douglas firs. An excellent location for the nature shots he liked. It was early afternoon when he had everything set up.
Pete had been there for several hours already when he noticed someone walking out onto the ice. He zoomed in on the figure, it was a young crow. He wore a bright red scarf, faded toque and a dark jacket that matched his black feathers. He watched his feet as he stomped out towards the shack. Pete snapped a photo. Cute kid He thought.
A strange sound like slow heavy lightning rumbled through the air. The skies are clear; there couldn’t be any lightning. Pete looked back at the figure in his lense, apparently this kid had heard it too. He was stopped and seemed suddenly very aware of his surroundings. The kid was looking around his feet as if watching faries dance around him. The sound came again and Pete realized that the crackling sound was coming from the ice.
In an instant the gator grabbed his tripod and began sprinting towards the boy. He was waving his hands and yelling at him to get down but the crow was already panicking. The crow turned back towards the shore and began sprinting but the ice broke underneath him and he fell to his chest in the icy water. He was able to use his arms to catch himself but the rush from the frigid water locked up his body and he was unable to do anything but gasp for air.
Pete approached the boy on all fours, trying to spread out his body weight. He extended the end of the tripod out and was able to pull the kid from lake. The kid was still gasping for air and couldn’t move so Pete picked him up. In doing so his leg broke the ice and soaked him up to his thigh but Pete pushed on and brought the child to safety.
“Kid, are you okay?” he’s spaced out, “Kid!”
Recollection returns to the child’s eyes he nods his head yes and then looks down at his soaking clothes, just starting to realize that he is freezing. He must be going into shock thought Pete.
“What’s your name, Kid?”
“A-August.” His teeth were chattering so bad he could barely get out his name.
“Okay August, I’m going to take you to my trailer so we can get you warmed up.” The feeling in Pete’s soaked leg was gone but the adrenaline was still pumping like crazy. Hopefully that would be enough to get back. Pete scooped up August into his big arms and the child clung to him for warmth. They began trudging through the snow leaving the camera and equipment behind.
By the time they reached the trailer the breaths coming from the gator were heavy and labored. Pete burst through the door and it swung hitting the wall with a bang, his adrenaline was still carrying him forward with enough determination to get done what he needed to do to survive.
Pete placed the little one on a chair, “Strip.” he commanded then switched the space heater on full and began removing his own boots and pants. August hadn’t moved. “For fucks sakes,” the gator swore under his breath then stepping out of his pants he went to assist the young bird in his boxers.
Pete pulled off the kids scarf, unzipped his jacket and helped him out of it. August wasn’t resisting, he was just kind of going with however his body moved, a sure sign that his body was in shock. Next Pete pulled off the birds shirt, he was thin and covered in black down with a curious white spot in the centre of his chest. Unfortunately with the down wet it was only making him colder. In one swift motion off came August’s pants and underwear, this elicited a soft ‘Hey,’ from the kid as he embarrassedly tried to cover his privates.
“Shut up I am saving you,” with his adrenaline calming down; Pete was starting to realize how pissed off he was with having to save this kid. Plus he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of the youngster’s junk. Even if it was hidden behind a cloaca.
Pete plucked a dry towel out of a nearby drawer rubbed it up and down Augusts body, spending a little extra time on his flat behind and pelvic area. Pete could tell the kid was blushing and maybe even enjoying the rubdown. Pete certainly was enjoying it, despite his best efforts. Looking at his uncovered thin frame Pete thought that he couldn’t be over 15 years old; probably younger. What was a kid like this doing alone on a frozen lake?
The gator guided the boy over to his bed. He tucked him in under all the blankets in the trailer and propped his feet up to help with the shock before tending to his own clothing situation. There was only one room in the trailer so he had to change in front of the kid. Nervously Pete looked out the corner of his eye toward the kid, who was staring at him blankly. With no alternatives Pete pulled off his shirt and dropped his slightly damp boxers to the floor exposing his large belly and thick muscly arms. Pete saw the kids eyes snap to his groin which he realized now had his little friend very slightly poking out of his slit. Embarrassed he turned away and picked up his boxers off the floor. He was halfway back up before he realized he gave the kid a clear shot of gator ass hole. Flustered more than ever he pulled on all new clothes, “I’m going to collect my camera. Warm up, I’ll be back in 10.” The kid nodded in understanding.
A short while later the door open and in stumbled a very cold alligator. August was feeling much more like himself now after having enough time for his body to recover from the shock. Pete immediately began stripping off his winter clothing. August sat up, watching the older gentleman.
“Are you going to eat me?” August asked very matter-of-fact.
“No, the only thing like that happening here is the frost biting my toes.” the gator reassured. “What were you doing out on the ice all alone anyway? People like you and I have to be careful, we aren’t built for this cold weather.”
August began to pout, his voice got quieter, “I was ru.. I needed to get away from my home for a bit.”  
“I see. And you thought the fishing shack would be warm.” The kid nodded.
Pete pulled off his pants so that he was only wearing his white tank top and his blue boxers. August watched intently.
“Shove over, I need to warm up. Apparently God thought it would be funny to make me cold blooded.”
“Apparently God thought it would be funny to make me flightless.” August grumbled as he made room on the small bed. Pete crawled under the covers and curled up facing away from August who is still sitting up watching the older man.
A few minutes of silence pass before the kid speaks, “Why are you out here?”
“I take pictures,” Pete’s reply sounded somewhat dismissive.
“What’s your name?”
“Pete.”
“So you care about your camera?”
“Yes”
“What’s your last name?”
“Peterson.”
“Pete Peterson?” The kid giggled at this revelation
“Charlie Peterson. My friends call me Pete. Goodness your chatty.”
Augusts barrage of inquiries faltered for a second, his next one came out much slower and more deliberate, “Are you cold?” He asked.
“Yes, very.”
August crawled back under the mound of blankets and wrapped himself around the big gator. “We can share body heat.”
Tentatively Pete rolled over and hugged the kid’s body close to his. He desperately needed the warmth. Pete could feel the child's legs interlace with his own, one over the other. He could feel the kids arm wrap around his big belly and just barely make it around to his back. He could feel the boys knee pressing up against his slit. He could feel Augusts beak cradled in the nook between his neck and his shoulder. If this continued the gator would be in the exact situation he always dreamed about but hoped he would never be in.
Pete needed to distract himself. His nose was running so he took a big sniff to keep it in. August smelt like douglas fir.
“My whole bed is going to smell like you for a week after this.” He tried to make meaningless conversation.
“To me your bed just smells like you.”
Not knowing how to respond Pete grunted “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind your smell.”
The two laid together in silence for a few more minutes. Pete’s member continued stiffening. He could feel Augusts heart beating fast and heavy. Was he afraid? No, he was excited.
Once again August was the first to break the silence, “Some of the older boys at school told me that if your stuck out in the cold you can have sex for warmth.”
Pete was flabbergasted, not sure how to continue he tried to stall for time.
“How old are you, kid?”
“I’ll be 14 in 3 months.” Younger than he had originally thought. Pete still needed more time
“Have you ever had sex before?” His thoughts were racing.
“Umm..” August thought for a second, a strange thing for a 13 year old to need to think about.
“I put my older brothers penis in my mouth before. Does that count?”
Pete could feel something firm pressing into his belly, something that felt a lot like a 13 year olds penis.
“Did you like it?”
“He’s kinda mean, and I don’t really like the way he smells but besides that ya, it was good.”
Petes dick was rock hard now and he felt that he was already in too deep, there was no going back now.
“Don’t tell anyone about this.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell my mom I was out on the lake and fell in.” His kid logic was adorable.
“You got a deal kid.” Pete basically growled.
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~Winters Ink
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