Making up Monsters #449 — Monster who brought souvenirs for everyone. Get them while they’re fresh
Ssakbeth shimmies into the Great Chamber, her slick, scaled length merging gladly with the seething, coiled, body-on-body mass of the rest of the colony.
Tongues flicker, tasting the scents clinging to her. Voices hiss; Ssakbeth, Ssakbeth how are you, How was your vacation, Did you have a good time?
“I had an excellent time,” Ssakbeth hisses back. “I bring gifts!” and works her throat until the first of them slithers upward from her crop and drops, mucus-slick, to the floor. Red-tailed Vishh boops it with a curious nose, and it flails and makes a noise of prey-misery.
“What is it?”
“Dolls!” Ssakbeth says happily. “Like witches have!”
Vissh boops it again, dubiously. “I don’t think so,” she says, as it feebly tries to scramble away. “I think it’s too…fresh? I don’t think dolls squeak like that.”
She boops it again, and it obligingly squeaks.
“Well, whatever, maybe dolls are the preserved version. Like pickles,” Ssakbeth says, carelessly cheery, and starts working her throat around the next. “Who wants one, while they’re still wriggling?”
