Beheading Erasers or Getting Ahead
by tannim
May 25, 2010

	"Yes... YES, my puppets, DANCE!" Tannim wrung his hands in delight.

	After a moment he glanced back at paintchat instead of watching the game characters he'd been playing with.  His mouse zoomed to the scroll bar and he scrolled around enjoying everybody's fun doodles.  He took screenshots of each finished picture, congratulating the artists an their work or suggesting a way to fix a mistake.  Then went back as more pictures took shape.

	A glance showed a promising picture, one with a lot of nice detail and pleasant shapes, suddenly vanish.  The dragon jerked his mouse back and scrolled around, thinking it was just copied.  After a moment of searching however, he saw the artist whistling innocently and roared in discomfort.  The picture had been erased!

	Tannim thrashed his head left and right, controlling the annoyance at having such a nice picture erased.  A bulge grew at his neck while the artist said the picture was crap, despite how nice it had been.  Seconds later the bulge split and a head and neck erupted out of the dragon's neck.

	Tannim's new head looked around, disoriented. "What happened?" "He erased! I saw him!" "Oh, not this again..."

	The new head leaned down towards the squeetah, who was still holding the eraser tool, while Tannim's normal head spoke. "Is that YOU who is playing with the eraser?"

	The squeetah smiled and held the giant eraser, which he had stuck onto a big sword when he saw the dragon's extra head sprout, behind his back. "Oopsie..."

	Tannim leaned his other head down and snorted some hot air over the squeetah's ears.  "Please don't erase, it makes extra overhead for me to deal with."

	Moments after he said it another bulge, more squirming and a third head burst forth. "Huh? Oh, it's YOU two."

	The two heads jerked around, scanning the canvas and the artists.  The original head opened it's mouth to yell but yet another head burst forth.  He strode forward, his balls dragging at the end of his long scrotum behind him, and growled.

	"Hey, who keeps..." Another head sprang up, slightly smaller than the others, and looking oddly feminine. "Erasing." He trailed off while the other heads looked around.

	Tannim felt really awkward.  His necks and heads all moved independently of each other.  They all vied for control of his arms and legs.  Each had had minor differences, except for the first extra head, each was curious as to their surroundings.  One head saw a sexy mouse boy and playfully tugged their body towards him.

	All of them felt the tugging, even as another head, then another, sprouted.  The artists around paintchat had found it rather fun to see how many he could grow and were doodling and erasing quick sketches just to annoy him.  With the simplicity of the sketches the heads had shrunk a bit, but they still looked like him, overall as they argued with each other and commented on the pictures still around.

	"STOP ERASING ALREADY!" The original head yelled.

	The mouse boy shivered when a tongue drug over his big ear.  He'd been staring at a different picture himself, but turning around he jumped when he saw the multi-headed dragon behind him.  All of Tannim's heads were looking interested at the sudden flavor of mouse that was in their mouths.  All of them shared the senses of the others, though they reacted differently to them.

	Two looked at the boy and licked their lips, ready to eat the boy.  Others grinned at wanting to do other things.  A couple were laughing at the original head who was still looking annoyed as it was the only one trying to keep a suddenly very top heavy body from falling over.

	Tannim's main head struggled to get control of his arms away from one of the more sexually interested heads as it reached to the mouse boy.  It took some slapping the head with his own to get it to let go of the arms.  His legs swung wildly, with tail and wings swinging too, as he got his body back in balance.

	Each time he got his legs stable however, another head or three would move around to a different picture or artist or even each other throwing him off balance again and again.  His balls didn't help as his flailing legs accidentally stepped on them repeatedly and got tangled up a bit in the rope like scrotum.  The pain from accidentally stomping his nuts, the heavy weight, the flaing heads, the tangling, all worked together to bring him down.

	The squeetah stood over him suddenly, wielding his mighty eraser sword and slashed down at the dragon.  Head after head flew with each mighty stroke.  Neck after neck dangled, shriveled, and fell off, until just one head remained.

	Tannim looked up at his fellow artists.  They scuffed the canvas with their feet before looking a bit embarrassed.  Together the looked at all the erasures they'd done, or at least the bits of rubber left over from the erasing.

	"Sorry, we got a bit carried away." They said together.

	"Well... try not to let it happen again I guess... Going to be a lot of work recovering this art... and DAMN IT... Now I'm going to have to rub out this erection!"

	They all laughed.