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A Zecora TF/TG Commission by Kenzu - www.furaffinity.net/user/kenzu…

Part 1 of 5

Story written by BuddyTheBunny - www.furaffinity.net/user/buddy…

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    “I guess they weren’t kidding about how thick the forest is...” said Zack, breaking the silence that seemed to hang over the air. Despite it being a warm spring day, the forest seemed deadly quiet. The brown haired man couldn’t help but shudder, the lack of noise putting him on edge. His eyes scanned the path, not seeing a hint of anyone or anything.
    A sudden snap of a twig to his left caused him to swirl his head. He blinked as something oddly purple seemed to dart away deeper into the woods. With a slight frown, Zack pulled out his water, taking a few big drinks as a breeze pushed his maroon tshirt against his white skin. It was a fancy glass bottle; European ice water. Not the sort of thing he’d normally buy, but it was on sale. How could he resist seeing if the ‘fancy’ water tasted any different?
    With his mind wandering, Zack realized he hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going. He thought to himself, “I didn’t really just get lost thinking about water, did I?” As he looked around, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized he had no idea where he was. No matter where his brown eyes looked, they only found trees. Shaking his head, he walked forward as he silently berated himself. With as lost as he was, it was as good a direction as any.
    It felt like a century to the man as he wanders the woods. No path, no people, No idea where to go, Zack worried that maybe he was walking away from the park and into deeper, uncharted woods. Its been so long that the sky’s turn dark. Or… is that just tree cover? He had noticed the already thick forest growing more wild the longer he’d been lost. Just as he considered turning back, he noticed something peculiar. A hut, adorned with tribal masks and glass bottles, built out of a tree.
    Zack couldn’t help but blink twice. This was supposed to be a state park, who in the world could be living here? The question lingered as he started to walk towards it.
    “This must be a park ranger’s shack!” he exclaimed, as if the large mask beside him would suddenly answer. It was definitely the oddest designed one he’d ever seen, but hey, with how little ever happens in the park the rangers probably had to find something to do with their time. “That… has to be the case right?” He thought as a slight tremor passed through his body. “No one could actually be living out here, could they?” Forcing a smile, he walked to the door, pushing a number of darker possibilities out of his mind. As three loud knocks rang out in the forest, he focused on how nice it would be to get home, and be back in civilisation.
    The only answer was a loud creak as the large wooden door pushed slightly ajar. He waited for a moment, but only the eery silence of the forest responded. With more force, he knocked again, doing his best to ‘accidentally’ push the already ajar door fully open. Still not getting a response, Zack peered in.
    “Hello?” he asked as he looked around the room. More masks and bottles greeted his gaze, along with a large cooking pot of some kind. Candles provided the only light, giving the space an odd vibe as the light passed through the colored glass of the bottles, painting a far wall a collage of dull colors. Without much thought, Zack walked inside, curious about the odd place.
    Placing his bottle of water down on a shelf, he looks over the various bottles filled with various colors and viscosity of liquid. Some labeled, some not, but any markings seemed to be written in some language he couldn’t read, it was all the same to Zack. He shuddered again, looking back as the masks above seemed to glare down at him, judging him silently for entering their owner’s home, uninvited.
    And it was a home. The bed he found in a small divide at the back made Zack sure of that. Who’s, he couldn’t say. The shelves were too low to be comfortable for most people. He wasn’t the tallest person in the world, and even he had to get on his hands and knees to reach the books and bottles on the lowest shelves. Even the door, on second inspection, was clearly built for someone much shorter. There was a handle he’d missed when he’d first gone up to it, almost at knee level to him.
    Licking his lips, the man reached out for his water, lost in thought. Something was wrong with this hut. Probably, now that he thought about it, something he didn’t want to be involved in. As he chugged a few big gulps, it was quickly becoming clear to him entering here could have been a bad idea.
    A sudden burning from his tongue and throat caused him to stop mid drink. With a slightly shaky hand, Zack looked down his nose at the bottle he was holding. A blueish green bottle met his gaze, and its contents tasted ever so slightly sweet on his tongue as it slowly slipped into his throat. A single frantic thought raced across his mind. “T-This isn’t my water bottle!”
This had definitely been a bad idea.

Description
A Zecora TF/TG Commission by Kenzu - www.furaffinity.net/user/kenzu…

Part 1 of 5

Story written by BuddyTheBunny - www.furaffinity.net/user/buddy…

-----------------------------
    “I guess they weren’t kidding about how thick the forest is...” said Zack, breaking the silence that seemed to hang over the air. Despite it being a warm spring day, the forest seemed deadly quiet. The brown haired man couldn’t help but shudder, the lack of noise putting him on edge. His eyes scanned the path, not seeing a hint of anyone or anything.
    A sudden snap of a twig to his left caused him to swirl his head. He blinked as something oddly purple seemed to dart away deeper into the woods. With a slight frown, Zack pulled out his water, taking a few big drinks as a breeze pushed his maroon tshirt against his white skin. It was a fancy glass bottle; European ice water. Not the sort of thing he’d normally buy, but it was on sale. How could he resist seeing if the ‘fancy’ water tasted any different?
    With his mind wandering, Zack realized he hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going. He thought to himself, “I didn’t really just get lost thinking about water, did I?” As he looked around, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized he had no idea where he was. No matter where his brown eyes looked, they only found trees. Shaking his head, he walked forward as he silently berated himself. With as lost as he was, it was as good a direction as any.
    It felt like a century to the man as he wanders the woods. No path, no people, No idea where to go, Zack worried that maybe he was walking away from the park and into deeper, uncharted woods. Its been so long that the sky’s turn dark. Or… is that just tree cover? He had noticed the already thick forest growing more wild the longer he’d been lost. Just as he considered turning back, he noticed something peculiar. A hut, adorned with tribal masks and glass bottles, built out of a tree.
    Zack couldn’t help but blink twice. This was supposed to be a state park, who in the world could be living here? The question lingered as he started to walk towards it.
    “This must be a park ranger’s shack!” he exclaimed, as if the large mask beside him would suddenly answer. It was definitely the oddest designed one he’d ever seen, but hey, with how little ever happens in the park the rangers probably had to find something to do with their time. “That… has to be the case right?” He thought as a slight tremor passed through his body. “No one could actually be living out here, could they?” Forcing a smile, he walked to the door, pushing a number of darker possibilities out of his mind. As three loud knocks rang out in the forest, he focused on how nice it would be to get home, and be back in civilisation.
    The only answer was a loud creak as the large wooden door pushed slightly ajar. He waited for a moment, but only the eery silence of the forest responded. With more force, he knocked again, doing his best to ‘accidentally’ push the already ajar door fully open. Still not getting a response, Zack peered in.
    “Hello?” he asked as he looked around the room. More masks and bottles greeted his gaze, along with a large cooking pot of some kind. Candles provided the only light, giving the space an odd vibe as the light passed through the colored glass of the bottles, painting a far wall a collage of dull colors. Without much thought, Zack walked inside, curious about the odd place.
    Placing his bottle of water down on a shelf, he looks over the various bottles filled with various colors and viscosity of liquid. Some labeled, some not, but any markings seemed to be written in some language he couldn’t read, it was all the same to Zack. He shuddered again, looking back as the masks above seemed to glare down at him, judging him silently for entering their owner’s home, uninvited.
    And it was a home. The bed he found in a small divide at the back made Zack sure of that. Who’s, he couldn’t say. The shelves were too low to be comfortable for most people. He wasn’t the tallest person in the world, and even he had to get on his hands and knees to reach the books and bottles on the lowest shelves. Even the door, on second inspection, was clearly built for someone much shorter. There was a handle he’d missed when he’d first gone up to it, almost at knee level to him.
    Licking his lips, the man reached out for his water, lost in thought. Something was wrong with this hut. Probably, now that he thought about it, something he didn’t want to be involved in. As he chugged a few big gulps, it was quickly becoming clear to him entering here could have been a bad idea.
    A sudden burning from his tongue and throat caused him to stop mid drink. With a slightly shaky hand, Zack looked down his nose at the bottle he was holding. A blueish green bottle met his gaze, and its contents tasted ever so slightly sweet on his tongue as it slowly slipped into his throat. A single frantic thought raced across his mind. “T-This isn’t my water bottle!”
This had definitely been a bad idea.