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works/403493.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Eridan_Ampora/John_Egbert
  Character:
      Eridan_Ampora, John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      tentacock, Rape, Non-Canonical_Age_Difference, eridan_being_a_huge
      asshole, quadrant_flipping, Hand_Jobs, Body_Horror, Underage_-_Freeform,
      Power_Imbalance, Xeno
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-13 Words: 1150
****** All These Little Changes ******
by nan
Summary
     John's going to like being a troll, whether he wants to or not.
Notes
     I'd originally planned on writing this for blood_bingo, the guro
     bingo community on dreamwidth. I ran out of time but I kept the idea.
     |3
Eridan's hands gripped his shoulders too tightly. "Howw the fuck did this
happen?"
"I-I don't know," John said, voice so high, eyes wide as he stared up at
Eridan. When did he get so tall? Or was John shorter? John must have gotten
shorter. "I was...I was just messing around with the machinery. I just-I can't
make it come back on to reverse this!" He rubbed his face with too small, too
grey hands.
Eridan was suddenly right in front of John; he'd gone to one knee so that they
were eye level. John watched his eyes flick upward, knew he was looking at the
small, sharply spiralled horns sweeping backwards on his head. "Wwhy wwould you
go an' do that? You're not that much younger noww."
John stared at him, mouth open slightly. "But I'm a troll!" he said finally,
when his brain started working again. "No offense, you guys are pretty cool but
I need to fix this!"
"Shush." Eridan stroked his thumbs over John's cheeks. Oh. He was crying. "Stop
panicking, it's fuckin' embarrassin' that one of your blood color showws so
much damn fear."
"But I-I'm human and my blood color is red!"
"Not anymore. It's something better now." Eridan held up his hand; his fingers
were stained purple from John's tears. Purple. "See? Ain't that a fuckin'
better color than red?"
"Shut up! That's not comforting at all!"
"I'm not tryin' to fuckin' comfort you. I'm not feelin' pale for you, John.
That's not the quadrant I'm interested in."
Not quadrants, what did those have to do with anything? John wasn't sure but he
really wish Karkat would show up. "Wha-"
"Let me showw you," Eridan said, suddenly frantic. His hands slipped from
John's shoulders to his neck, palms wide against his throat, fingers lacing at
the nape. "Let me showw you howw wwonderful it can be. You wwon't evven wwant
to change back after I'm through with you."
"Uhm...let's just go get the others, okay? Maybe th-they can hel-"
"No! I can help you just fine myself!" Eridan snarled, claws biting into tender
flesh and John sobbed, more horrible purple tears spilling out.
"Y-you're not helping me," he said in a small voice.
"I'm the only one wwho can fuckin' help you." Before John was even sure what
was happening, Eridan had tugged his shirt up and over his head. John blinked
and looked down at himself and gasped, a horrified little moan escaping.
"What's that? Those?!"
"Gills," Eridan said in a hushed voice. "Your frills havven't growwn in yet so
I wwasn't sure but....you're a seadweller." He looked at John with hungry eyes,
a hand moving to touch one of the gills reverently. It trembled under his
fingers, just barely opening and closing as if-as if it were gasping. John
pushed away from Eridan before crumbling to the floor.
"That....that's not suppose to be there," he cried, grabbing hold of the
delicate processes and ripping at them. Pain shot through him and he screamed,
before his wrists were held tightly in big hands and long fingers that circled
them easily.
"Wwhat the fuck are you doin'?!" Eridan yelled at him. "You're goin' ta need
those wwhen wwe get home so fuckin' stop it. Stop actin' like such a fuckin'
wriggler, John, seriously!" He paused before an unpleasant smile tugged on his
lips. "Though I guess that's kinda wwhat you are now. A cute little wriggler."
"Stop calling me that!"
"But look!" Eridan ran his hands down John's sides. "You'vve still got the
remnants of your grub legs!" And he was right; three lumps ran down John's ribs
on both sides.
"I've...I've never had grub legs. Shut up Eridan, go away!" John pushed at
Eridan's chest but all that did was throw himself backwards. He rolled over and
buried his face in his arms to sob, sqeezing him eyes shut so he didn't have to
see the grey, grey skin. It was quiet for a moment, save for his sobs, before
strong hands starting pull at his jeans. He pulled away and sat up "Wha-"
"I told you, I'm goin' to fuckin' showw you howw good it can be," Eridan said.
"Wha - no. No. Stop it!"
Eridan ignored him, pulling his jeans and underwear down to his knees. John
pushed at his hands but he was no match for Eridan's strength and soon he was
completely naked. Eridan forced his thighs apart and John couldn't help but
look down at himself. Bile rose in his throat and he started panicking. "Wha-
what-"
"It needs to be coaxed out," Eridan murmured, letting go off one of John's
thighs to rub at the slit. His other hand reached up to stroke John's throat.
"Come on, John. It can be so fuckin' good-"
"No, I-I don't...." But his stomach was fluttering and he gasped when Eridan's
fingers slipped inside and touched something....something weird. "Stop, what
are you doing?!" He wasn't sure if he was asking Eridan or his new body. Either
way, he didn't get an answer but something was, was unsheathing, was slipping
out of that little slit and curling around Eridan's fingers. "What-"
"Your bulge, John, really." Eridan tugging on it gently and John moaned, back
arching. "It's a little small noww but I guess that's t' be expected," Eridan
continued, before looking up at John's face, a smirk on his mouth. "See, John.
This part's not so bad."
"I-It's....weird. I don't like it."
Eridan made an impatient noise and gripped it tightly and pleasure shot up
John's back. "See?" Eridan said, grip gentling so that he was just barely
touching the, the tentacle bulge thing. "Isn't it wwonderful?" John didn't
reply but his hips tipped forward helplessly. It felt good, too good, and
suddenly there was purple goo everywhere. John panted and gasped out, "What
happened?!" and skittered away from the mess before he was pulled to Eridan's
lap. "What's all that?!"
"That's your genetic material," Eridan whispered in his ear. "I told you you
wwould fuckin' like it, didn't I?"
John shook his head. "N-no-"
"And look, you did-"
"No I didn't it!"
Eridan shook him so hard John felt a little dizzy. "Stop fightin' me on this,
John, I know best! We're fuckin' sittin' in your pleasure!"
And there was no arguing that. His g-genetic material was everywhere. He. He
came. "What's wrong with me?" John whispered hoarsely and Eridan hugged him
from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Nothin' at all. You're fuckin' perfect," he said, sincerity dripping from his
words. "It's like you wwere fuckin' made just for me."
John hung in his arms, staring at the mess on the floor, and felt his lips pull
back into an unfamiliar expression, a snarl, felt his fangs grind together,
felt hatred well up like bile, so thick he thought he might choke on it.
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