Flaming Stone, Story Request (21st July)

Story Request from Caption This (21st July)

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Peter pushed his ear up against the door of his older brother's bedroom. He frowned and lines of concentration parted his forehead.

"Yeah, I can do that. Couple of times a day no problem." Came a muffled voice, even so he recognised it as his older brother David.

Peter held his breath; another voice. Was it from Skype or did someone slip into the room without Peter seeing? Fuck, he couldn't tell.

Suddenly the door swung open, and Peter fell head first into the room. Dazed he rolled over and looked up with shock on his face, David and his best friend Alex--a Hawaiian guy with a strong muscular build--looked down with disdain in their eyes.

"Hey it's your fat brother, did he escape from the zoo again." Sneered Alex.

David slowly walks over, "What the fuck are you doing ass-wipe?" There's an air of contempt in his voice. As Peter tries to get to his feet David plants a foot on his brother's chest and pushes him to the ground.

Alex turns to David, "Does he always spy on you?"

"Yeah, all the fucking time. Doesn't matter how many times I beat him, he still comes back for more."

Peter struggles on the floor, although he's heavier than David it's all fat; puppy fat as his mom calls it. David on the other hand has the physique of an athlete.

David leans harder, and Peter lets out a groan. "Pfft, I don't have time to waste on you." He says with a growl, pushing his socked foot into his brother's face. The two friends step over Peter and leave laughing.

Peter laid there for a moment, a tear formed in his eye. He slowly sat and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror, with a lump in his throat he had to look away. David was the complete opposite; strong, athletic and a team captain.

He sagged, realising he hardly had any friends; those he had were outsiders or oddballs like himself. David had many friends, with others bustling to be seen with him and feign friendship.

He wanted to be like David so much he would do anything; he yearned, ached to be like David. Peter grinned to himself; yeah, swapping with him would be better because then he'd realise how lucky he really is.

Getting to his feet Peter pulled his T-shirt down over his belly and looked around David's room. The wall's were strewn with posters of athletes, used sports gear spewing from a kit bag tainting the air with a musky odour. He picked through the items on his brothers desk, but something caught his eye; a round flat stone with intricate symbols carved into its surface. Beside it a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing out the note he glanced over the text.

Peter frowned, it was unreadable but thought it would be worth running it through Google Translator. Taking the stone and note back to his own room he tapped a couple of words into his laptop; corpus onerariis; clicking on translate returned the phrase body transport.

Running the rest of the note through the computer revealed that it was some kind of ancient metamorphosis device enabling one person to be transformed into another. Peter knew that David was not particularly smart and probably just discarded it because he didn't understand its value. It would appear that it needed the blood of its owner to activate it.

Rummaging through his desk he found a pair of scissors; with shaky hands he stabbed a couple of times at his thumb with a yelp. Squeezing his thumb a glob of blood appeared, carefully he dropped a couple of spots onto the stones surface. Seconds passed with no obvious change, then suddenly its grey surface splintered and cracked open revealing a jet black layer below. The symbols burnt a radiant orange before cooling to a chalk white, he touched the surface; it was warm.

Peter checked the text on the computer again; it suggested that once activated the owner only needed to give the stone to whoever they wanted to swap with, and the exchange would begin. He bit his lip, could this be the opportunity to swap with David? Or should he aim higher?

His question was answered when he heard the front door slam; "Where are you? Fat boy you worthless piece of shit, you need to learn not to keep spying on me and my friends!" It was David.

"I'm in my room!" Peter shouts out. There's a thunder of footsteps as David runs up the stairs, and a glint in his eyes as he rounds the corner.

Peter's lip curled, "Here, catch!" He threw the stone at his brother who caught it easily; confused he looked down at the object and his eyes grew wide as his glaze returned to Peter.

"What the fuck have you done?" Was all the young athlete could mumble before he found himself rooted to the spot--frozen. The younger brother could only take a couple of steps before he too found himself frozen.

Deep inside Peter's body a burning heat grew; a tightness within his whole body as it shifted inside. His eyes darted across to his brother, he could see movement below his T-shirt as it tightened around his waist. At the same time Peter felt his own clothes starting to loosen.

His bones cracked and popped, and the pain was sharp. Peter screwed his watering eyes tight and wondered if he was going to die; what had he done?

It seemed like ages, but the noises and pain subsided and Peter slowly opened his eyes. On the floor curled up was his own body. He blinked a couple of times, and looked around. Suddenly he caught his reflection and his mouth dropped open. "Fuck!" was the only word that passed his lips, for looking back was the reflection of his brother David.

There was a groan from Peter's double on the floor; he rolled over and gasped as he looked up; "You look surprised." Peter said in his new voice.

"What the fuck have you done?" Peter reached down to his double and took the stone with a grin.

"Something you could have done yourself, but wasn't smart enough to figure out."

"SHIT!" Peter dropped the stone, it was red hot. The brothers watched as it bounced on the floor. Almost instantly, it sparked and lightning licked from its surface finally connecting with the foreheads of the two brothers.

The two could only groan, as memories and abilities were copied and exchanged between them. Finally with a loud crack the lightning stopped just as quickly as it had started.

Peter blinked and swayed a little, then with a grin he looked over at his brother, "I guess I should be calling you Fat boy now."

"Swap us back you little shit, I'm still David you fucker, even if I do look like you!" David retorted.

"Why?" Peter picked up the now cool stone and bounced it off his bicep before catching it, with a snigger he continued. "Why would I want to do that? You need to learn about respect Peter."

Looking down Peter's nose wrinkled at his old clothes that he was still wearing, "Damn! I need some new threads," he pauses for a moment and smiles, "oh yeah, I'm meeting Alex in a while." He looks over at the shocked face on his brother.

With a smile, Peter stepped over his brother returning to his new bedroom pulling off his old clothes as he went. Shit this is going to be a hell of an adventure; all the sports, clubs, his car, and his friends... "Fuck!" Peter's face pales and he runs back to his old room, David is still looking confused sitting on the floor.

"Wait," David turns and looks at his old body, "you... you and Alex?" David's face flushes and his eyes widen. "My brother is GAY? And... and...," Peter's face screws up, "you and Alex? Shit!" David looks away.

Inside the brother's minds; memories, skills and attributes fall into place like a game and then Peter smiles, "Alex."

Peter runs back to his new room and grabs the laptop; smiling he grabs his brothers favourite cap and pulls it on before quickly opening Skype and checks the contacts, with a grin he double taps on 'Alex'.

After a couple of seconds, Alex's face appears with a huge grin on his face.

"Hey sexy." Peter grins into the camera.

"Shit you look hot babe." Alex smiles.

Peter's smile widens, "That freaky brother of your gone?" Alex asks.

"Yeah, I don't think he'll bother us anymore." Peter replies with a lopsided grin. "Come over, I need you now."

Alex's eyes widen. "Again? So soon?"

"Fuck yeah! I'm ready to go!"

"See you in five then!" Alex says, closing the call.

Peter leans back in the chair and smiles, tossing the stone in his hand. Hmm, Alex is really built. Maybe I should get all the way out of here and swap again. He's got one hell of a body, maybe even better than David's.