American Honeycomb Cravers in London

AUTHOR NOTE: This is a sequel to DevilandAngelKiss's File 01: Buckingham (Honeycomb Craver TF) story.  It was an adaptation and expansion of the original Honeycomb Cereal commercial from the early 2000's where teens were bothering a guard outside of Buckingham Palace.  Make sure to read that first before you continue on any farther.

    “That…” Dante said a very frustrated tone, “Was… was beyond foolish!”

    “Lighten up will ya?” Tara said to him, “Everything turned out fine in the end!”

    The sun had set on downtown London.  The four older American teenagers had returned to their huge hotel room.  The day had been, for the most part, a lot of fun for the high school seniors, checking out all of the various sights and locations around the city.  However, all of that changed the moment they’d reached Buckingham Palace.

    Tara, Kyle, and the brains of the group, Samantha, had decided to indulge in their prankster and goofy nature when they saw one of the palace guards.  They were determined to make the guy crack, breaking his solid stone exterior and show some emotion.  It didn’t work at first, much to their irritation, so Samantha broke out her secret weapon: Honeycomb Cereal.

    Sure enough, it did the trick and more!  The guard showed emotion… but he had also ended up transforming into a zany and wild Honeycomb Craver.  The situation took another sharp right turn even beyond that.  The creature stole their own cereal box away from them, which resulted in them turning into Cravers as well and chasing the original all over London.

    The only one who didn’t change was Dante, who watched the events unfold from the other side of the street, since he initially didn’t want to be a part of their pranking.  He had spent most of the day trying to catch up with the Cravers and keep property damage to minimum.  It was no easy task for sure.  So when the time came, everyone’s inner craving being satisfied, and they’d all return to normal, he was pissed.

    “What Tara said,” Kyle added, “Everything is alright now.”

    “You three raided a grocery store and ate all of its Honeycomb Cereal!” Dante pointed out, “Everything did not turn out ‘fine’ in the end, especially for those poor owners.”

    “To be fair,” Samantha, his rich girlfriend, said with an amused tone, “We weren’t the only ones to do that.  There was that guard…”

    “Oh man,” Dante said, sliding his hand down his face, before mumbling, “It’s like talking to a brick wall with the Troublesome Trio.”

    Samantha rolled her eyes, rather annoyed by Dante’s attitude.  Everything turned out perfectly fine in the end, she thought, no one got caught, no one got hurt, and it was surprisingly fun cutting loose like that.

    The rich girl thought to herself some more, rubbing her chin, he just really needs to learn how to lighten and loosen up a bit.  Things didn’t turn out the way I planned with the guard, sure, but that whole experience was amazing!  If only he’d…

    Suddenly, the trio heard a loud growl.  It came from Dante, who was feeling his stomach region.  “Something up dude?” Kyle asked.

    “Yeah!” Dante explained, “I’m hungry!  I chased you three all over London and I didn’t have time to get any supper because of that!”

    A light bulb went off in Samantha’s head after hearing those words.  A smile crossed her face, a certain look appearing in her eyes now.  It was the very same look she had when she first pulled the Honeycomb Cereal box out on the guard.

    Tara noticed the look when she turned to ask her a question.  She smiled and nudged Kyle.  When he turned, she said, “Hey, let’s get out of here for a bit, okay?”

    “Why?” he asked, a very slight blush crossing his face at the question.

    “Sam’s got another fun plan,” she whispered into his ear, “I think she’ll want to carry this one out alone though if I’m thinking what she’s thinking.”

    Kyle seemed disappointed that he had to leave, especially if Sam had just gotten one of her brilliant ideas.  However, getting the chance to spend more time with Tara alone?  He liked that idea a lot.  He proceeded to get up and follow her.

    Dante noticed them getting up and heading for the door.  He asked in a suspicious voice, “Where are you two going?”

    “Out for a bit!” Tara said pleasantly, grabbing her backpack, “We’ll go see what’s open around here at night and call you if we hit something good!  You two lovebirds have fun!”  Before he could ask another question, the two teens zipped out of the room and slammed the door behind them.

    Samantha continued her smile, glad that Tara got the hint.  For this fun little prank, she was going to want to do it personally.  She thought, time to pull out my secret weapon!

    “What’s up with them?” Dante asked, not suspecting a thing.

    “Probably just didn’t want you to keep on nagging them,” she joked, moving over to her big Prada handbag.  She was so glad she didn’t lose it when she went all Craver.  The moment she returned to normal, it reappeared in her grasp.

    “I was not nagging,” he retorted.

    “You sounded like their mom!” she chuckled, dragging her heavy bag over to her.

    “I did not Mantha!” he said, calling her by his unique nickname, “Gees!  I’m just trying to look out for you all.  I don’t want you all, especially you, to get hurt or get into trouble…”

    “Aren’t you sweet,” Samantha smiled, “Now, why don’t we both sit down here on the bed and relax… with a delicious treat!”  She pulled out a big box of Honeycomb Cereal and shook it enticingly at him.

    “What?!” Dante said, shocked by the box’s appearance, “Wh-where did you get that?!”

    “From the grocery store that you pulled us out of,” Samantha said, continuing to have a big and innocent smile on her face, “We all grabbed a bunch of boxes we didn’t rip open before we left.  Also, don’t worry!  I left a bunch of money for them on the counter on the way out.”

    “Y-you can’t do that!”

    “Sure I can!” she said, “I can afford it easily!  Now, enough talk.  Let’s have some cereal!”  She popped open the box and let the aroma from the cereal escape it’s confines.

    The smell of it wafted away from the box and towards Dante, hitting his nose with full force.  The lack of dinner and all that running left a deep and strong hunger within him that needed to be satisfied.  It was the perfect moment for his own personal inner craving to start taking a foothold.

    “Smells good doesn’t it?” Sam said, still smiling away, pulling out a piece of cereal and waving it at him, “Guess what?  It tastes just as good as it smells too!”

    She watched him fidget in the place for a bit, before a large pink, cartoonish tongue emerged from his mouth.  It made a loud slurping noise as it ran across his lips before Dante sucked it back in.  Bingo, she thought, now the fun begins!

    “Ugh!” the guy said, wiping his face with his arm, “That was bad!  Cut it out!”

    “Cut what out?” she replied innocently. She popped the piece of cereal into her mouth and chewed it.  She sighed happily, overselling it for all it’s worth, “That tasted heavenly.”

    He gave her a dirty look, but she just seemed to eat it up.  He was resisting, she could tell, but it wasn’t doing him any good.  His wavy black hair was growing rapidly upwards into a very dark, big, unkempt mess.  He didn’t seem to notice that his Inner Craver was leaking out of him, so she continued putting on the pressure.

    Sam pulled another piece out from the box and flipped it up into the air.  His eyes bugged out of his head, becoming huge cartoon eyeballs that barely fit in skull.  They watched the piece fall directly into Sam’s mouth, who ate it happily.  His eyes turned back into their original selves though, not sticking around like his hair.

    “Come on Mantha!” Dante pleaded, “This isn’t funny!  I don’t like this.”

    “I don’t like that you’re being a stick in the mud,” Samantha answered, “Come on!  You should really relax and have some fun.  Maybe with some delicious toasted honey?”  She smiled, shaking the box more, the cereal rattling around in it.

    “I don’t…” he started, but suddenly, he lunged for the box.  He yanked it fiercely out of her hands before she could even react.  She was caught off guard by his outburst, completely shocked that he had ripped the box out of her hands like that.

    “There!” he said, slightly shaking, “Now I’ll just go throw this out...”

    A sudden anger and frustration ran throughout Samantha’s body, encouraging her to act.  She grabbed the box herself, latching onto it hard and start pulling it back towards her.  “No!” she declared, her voice sounding a bit off, “This my CEREAL!”

    Somehow, despite his musculature physique and weight, she pulled the cereal box from Dante’s hands and fell back onto the bed.  She grinned, happy to have her Honeycomb back.  She noticed some of the pieces had toppled out when she fell backwards and were all over the bed and her shirt.  She shrugged and proceeded to pick some of them up.

    That’s when she noticed her hands were different.  They were comically bigger, a more cartoonish peach color, only had four digits (her ring finger having vanished completely) and no fingernails at all.  She looked at them curiously, wiggling them each individually and then clutching them together.  They felt more dexterous and had a sort of cross between skin and rubber in how they felt.

    “Me got Honeycomb Craver hands!” she spoke with a higher pitch voice in broken English.  She glanced over at her boyfriend and saw that he had gone through the same changes.  His hands were cartoony looking and slightly lighter than his normal skin shade.

    “This is bad!” he said, his voice sounding almost higher pitch for a split second, “We got to stop this and get away!  I’m…. CRAP!  You’re changing too!”

    Samantha had pretty much already gathered that and responded with a roll of the eyes.  “Aren’t you worried?” he asked, rather shocked at her dismissive attitude, “This is bad!”

    “Me not… I’m not worried,” she said, clearing her voice, “It’s all in good fun!  Being a Honeycomb Craver is rather enjoyable from today’s previous experience…”

    “We’re turning into these strange, uncontrollable monsters!” Dante implored, “It’s not enjoyable at all!  We got to settle down and focus on staying sane…”

    “That’s no fun,” Samantha booed.  She then let out a sigh and calmly changed tunes, “…but I suppose I could cut it out if it’s bothering you THAT much.”

    “Thank you.”

    “Sure,” she said calmly, picking up the fallen pieces and preparing to drop them back into the box, “I’ll just put this away and THINK FAST!!”  She quickly tossed several pieces of the cereal at him, secretly feeling a bit bad that she just didn’t eat them.

    The pieces flew at him quickly.  He was initially shocked by what she just did, but soon found the inner craving voice speaking up within him, Me not let Honeycomb hit ground!  Me want Honeycomb!

    His cheekbones stretched outward wide, making his mouth really huge.  As each piece flew at him, he opened his mouth widely, revealing the huge pink tongue again and also his new flat white teeth.  He easily chomped down on each piece, not missing a single one.  After they were all gone, he happily said in a high voice, “MMMM!  Taste like toasted honey!”

    Samantha laughed, loving all of this teasing that was bringing out the Craver in her boyfriend.  It was soooo entertaining and there was so much potential for doing this to other people when she got back home.  Her pranks were going to be so much fun from now on!

    The scent of the Honeycomb, however, was starting to get to her though, driving her wild and bringing forth her own Craver within.  She looked down at the box she was holding, licking her lips with a comically big tongue now.  She reached into it and pulled out a big scoop full with her big right hand, tossing it at her face.

    She caught all of it, her mouth widening to catch every single piece as they flew at her.  She sighed happily and looked at her boyfriend again.  His mouth had partially shrunk back to its original size, but it was still too wide to be human.  Just looking at him, she could tell he was just about to officially lose it and given in fully to the craving…

    …and she knew actually what to do to give him that final push.  Grinning and speaking in a high pitch voice, though with normal English, she said, “Want more Honeycomb?”

    “Y-yeah…” he said, “Me… I… I kind of want more…”

    “Well then,” Samantha said, as she reached into her bag once more and revealed another brand new box of Honeycomb Cereal, “Want more?  COME AND GET IT!”

    She dashed off the bed with both boxes in her hands and headed towards the bathroom.  She turned back quickly as she ran, seeing her boyfriend break.  “M-ME!” he declared, his mouth stretching out again, “WANT!  HONEYCOMB!”

    Sam saw his eyes bugle out again into their cartoonish globe form, his ears becoming pointed like a dog.  However, she didn’t wait for too long to see the rest of him change, instead hopping into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.  “Phew!” she said, rubbing her brow with her arm, “That went well!”

    She glanced at the bathroom mirror as she set the boxes down on the sink cabinet.  She saw that her hair buns had ripped apart again (and after all the trouble she went through to get them right again) and that her hair was a huge, spikey, wild mess that stretched in all directions.  She also noticed a big Honeycomb earring hanging from her right ear.

    While initially shocked, she took the changes in stride.  Not much me do now, she thought in her Craver voice, Me just become Craver!

    She ran her thick fingers through her hair, secretly like how wild and messy it had become… and still was becoming.  Rapid hair/fur growth was stretching down her head and around her chin, leaving her face the only part of her head that wasn’t covered by the growth.  Her ears stretched out rapidly as well, migrating up to the top of her head and becoming canine in shape.

    She smiled at this, but soon found her thoughts interrupted by the sound of pounding at the bathroom door.  “Me smell Honeycomb!” the voice from the other end said, “ME WANT HONEYCOMB!”

    “He want Honeycomb?!” she said in a panicked state, having forgotten everything that she’d done up until then.  All she could think about or focus on was her Honeycomb and wanting to protect it from the thief.

    She looked from the door to the boxes on the cabinet, her eyes bugling out of their sockets and turning into large cartoonish Craver eyes.  She grabbed them as her cheekbones stretched far to the sides, her nose darkening and extending outwards too.  Her head had completely Craver-ified and didn’t resemble her old self at all.

    She glanced at the mirror one last time with her last moments of humanity and thought, this is going to be so much fun!  I…  ME…  ME MUST PROTECT HONEYCOMB!!

    The door broke open and a small, dark haired Craver stood in the doorway.  He had a mad, but happy expression on his face.  His eyes darted all over the room, quickly spotting the boxes of Honeycomb in Sam’s hands.

    “ME WANT…” he started.

    “Nun-ah!” she declared in her high voice, jumping over him.  As she jumped, her arms and torso shrunk into her body, leaving her now as a big furry Craver.  She landed just over him and ran towards the main door, flinging it open and darting out into the hall.  The other Craver spun around as quickly as possible, but she was already gone.

    However, that mattered not to the little creature.  He could easily smell the scent of toasted honey in the air and that was all he needed.  He quickly darted in its direction, determined to get the cereal and chow down on it.

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    “So,” Kyle asked, “How do you think it’s going back there?”

    “She already has him furried out and cravin’ if I had to guess,” Tara said with a confident smile, “You know her, she’ll stop at nothing until she gets him to crack.”  The two were out on the streets together, trying to pass the time until they thought enough had passed for Sam to have finished her fun.  

    At that moment, they were crossing a bridge and heading away from the hotel.  “Should we head back?” Kyle continued, “I mean… I don’t want to rush it or any…”

    “Let’s give a bit more time,” Tara said, “We don’t need to rush back.  We can just have some fun by ourselves in the meantime.”

    “Ok,” Kyle said with a smile, liking the sound of spending more time with Tara.  Suddenly, his stomach growled loudly.  He said weakly, “I guess I’m kind of hungry.  I didn’t really eat a lot today.”

    “You chowed down on at least three boxes of that cereal,” Tara said incredulously.

    “I know!” Kyle groaned, “But I’m still hungry.”

    That’s when Tara had an idea of her own, remembering that she grabbed her backpack on the way out of the hotel room.  Smirking, she pulled out a box of Honeycomb Cereal she had taken earlier in the day.  She chuckled, “Well look what I got then!”

    “Oh!” he replied, “Good!  That should work…”

    He reached for it, but she yanked it away and held it above her head.  “Nope!” she said, “This is for me.  Not for you!  I’m going to enjoy this all by myself.”

    “What!” Kyle said as his ears stretched out into pointed canine’s and a Honeycomb earring suddenly appearing on one of them, “That’s not fair!  Give me some!”

    “Sorry,” she teased, opening the box up and eating some of it.  She thought, Sam’s not the only one who can have a little fun here.  This will be a cinch!

    “Gimme!” Kyle said, quickly darting around her and grabbing the box.  Tara was not expecting that and ended up having to hold onto the box as tightly as she could, not wanting to lose it like she did with the first box earlier that day.

    The two of them tugged on it back and forth, Kyle getting more desperate and Tara getting more frustrated.  This is my cereal box, she thought angrily, the voice in her head changing tone and pitch back and forth rapidly, Me WAnt my cer… HONEYCOMB!!

    Her hair was start to grow larger and wilder, as Kyle’s eyes started enlarging and growing as big as dinner plates.  With one last tug, they both pulled as hard as they could on the box.  However, it ripped in half and the bag with the cereal in it went over the bridge’s side.  They both looked over the edge and watched as it disappeared into the water below.

    “Honeycomb…” Tara spoke, her voice completely different now (not that she would care at this point), “All gone…”  The two gripped the side of the edge angrily, their hands enlarging to cartoonish proportions and losing a digit each.  Both of their inner craving had burst forth and took control as their old selves disappeared.

    “me…”  Tara’s ears stretched out and turned into Craver ones, one of which gained its own earing.  Kyle’s hair grew wild and thick in all directions.

    “WANT!” Tara’s eyes grew massively in size and bugled out immensely.  Kyle’s voice changed to a pitch and matched Tara’s own, though slightly deeper.

    “HONEYCOMB!”  Both of their faces stretched and pushed out, becoming canine like in appearance.  Hair/fur covered their heads entirely and their bodies shrunk into it.  Once again, they had become Honeycomb Cravers.

    “Must find Honeycomb!” Tara declared, glancing around, wondering where to start her search.

    “OH OH OH!” Kyle responded, jumping up and down, “ME KNOW WHERE!!”  He had remembered seeing another grocery on the way towards the bridge and thought that it must have the cereal they’re looking for in it.

    He started charging towards the location, urging her to follow him.  Tara didn’t remotely hesitate and followed closely behind him.  Soon, another store would be in ruins in another Honeycomb Cereal related incident in less than 24 hours…

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    At some park not far from the hotel that everyone was staying at, Dante held Samantha in his arms.  The two were back to normal and sitting on a park bench as two ripped apart and destroyed boxes of Honeycomb Cereal laid not too far away from them.  There was no trace of the cereal that was once in them left.

    “See?” Samantha said, her head resting on Dante’s big shoulder, “That was fun wasn’t it?  Just being able to cut loose and live a little.”

    Dante blushed and said in a hesitant voice, “O-okay, I’ll admit… that was a more pleasant experience for me than when it first happened to me years ago… but that was mostly because I got to do it with you.”

    “Oh,” she chuckled, “You flatter me my little honeybee!”  He blushed at that comment, looking like he was unsure how to take it.  She laughed in response, amused by the look on his face, and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  However, on the inside, he did secretly like what she called him.

    “But let’s not do that again,” he said in a serious, stern voice, “Twice was enough for a lifetime... my little craver…”

    “We’ll see about that,” Samantha grinned, amused by that name.  She had already come up with a fun plan in her mind that involved him sleeping and holding some Honeycomb Cereal up to his nose.  The two were going to Honeycomb Craver out again in the future, that was for sure.

    “Hey,” he said, already suspecting her, “I’m being serious.  I…”

    A bunch of people ran by in a panicked state.  The two Americans looked at the runners with surprise, confused by what was happening.  “Monsters!” one of the people said in a frantic voice, “The monsters are back!”

    “They’re destroying the supermarket!” another said, “Call the police!”

    The two young adults looked at each other.  Dante asked in a flat tone, “Kyle and Tara?”

    “Kyle and Tara,” Sam replied with a nod, “Better go help bail them out...”  Dante sighed and followed Sam, heading towards the area everyone was running away from.  This was certainly going to be a vacation they’d all remember for a long time.