“Please,” I prayed. I swung one leg over its thorax and gripped the horn. It was an awkward posture, making me feel like I’d fall forward and face-plant on the ground with the slightest excuse. “Come on.”
I’m imagining Bitch seeing this fusion later and being vaguely offended. “Giant rideable creatures are my thing.”
It ran on the ground, slower than me. Its shell parted behind me, revealing an overlarge, complicated set of wings. They began to beat, thrumming with sixty or seventy flaps a second, powered by an efficient machine of what I took to be a combination of biological hydraulics and musculature.
Good fucking work, Amy! 😀
“Come on,” I begged it.
I felt it begin to lift. I even pushed with my toes, as if that could give it what it needed.
Hehe.
We accelerated, my hair whipping behind me as we gained a dramatic boost in speed. But our trajectory was almost directly forward, not up. I kicked at the ground as we landed, as if that could lift us into the air. It wasn’t working.
Well, at least you’re successfully moving away from the center faster than you were.
Boing. Boing. Boing.
It dawned on me why.
My bugs normally had ingrained knowledge of how to function. This was a new lifeform. It had all the necessary parts. Amy had probably scaled everything up, given it every advantage in design I could want, counteracting all the problems that came with being proportionately larger.
So… you’re saying this thing doesn’t know how to fly with a weight on top?
But at the end of the day, it didn’t know how to fly.
Or how to land, explaining the skidding earlier. Makes sense.
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