Alice
'Just be yourself, eh?'
I sighed while looking down at my blackened palm, its form having shifted from my human one during the chase I'd gotten into with Claire; I swear, people are just getting faster and faster by the millennium.
Shaking my head, I flicked the blood staining my claws away, finding the taste of it to be lacking in my palate; at least, Claire seemed to be enjoying them.
The thought had my gaze shifting to the character in question as I watched her devour the blood's owner, the maw of which had shifted to her own full form, elk skull and all.
Who knew watching your equally monstrous partner munching on someone's intestines in a dress that clung to them like a skin-tight swimsuit would be so erotic.
Unfortunately, I couldn't really enjoy the sight as guilt still gnawed at me.
'Ya, no, I don't think being myself is going to make this feeling go away, brother; not when all I want to do is fuck her endlessly.'
As my teeth started to tear at the inside of my blackened cheek, I was interrupted by the now skull-less smiling form of Claire as she stood in front of my taller figure with a rib sitting comfortably in between her teeth.
I must have been really deep in my thoughts, as for me to not have noticed her silent approach is improbable, yet still impressive nonetheless, even if she had a crutch in the form of my distant thoughts.
Huffing, my pitch body wrapped her in a hug, with my arms making sure she had her bloody, beautiful maw into my breasts.
"My, my; someone's being lovey dovey: what's the occasion?" were the muffled words that slipped out through the crease between my bust while somehow managing to slip around the rib I could feel sliding down her throat; its form echoing audible snaps as the muscle in said throat crushed the thing to near powder.
Nuzzling her, I began to practice what I preached by telling her straight up, though my reluctance and uncertainty were palpable.
"I don't feel like I'm doing enough to show you my love, so I'm going to try a bunch of different things tonight to find something beyond just sex to love you with; this is test number one: is it working?"
There was a short pause before she wrapped her arms around me in return, the voice full of passion she usually bore unfound as a lower, more subtle voice continued.
"Funny, I was going to try something similar, but it looks like you beat me to the punch."
My eyebrow rose before I was forced to shivere in embarrassment and joy as her soft lips met the middle of my boobs crease.
Pulling her head back, she spoke clearly and with passion, her single silver orb dancing with a glint of unrest.
"Right then, what about that?"
I chuckled after a short, stunned pause before speaking with a reddish blush. "Nope, I asked first, and you won't be getting my answer until you answer it."
Her cheeks puffed. "But that's not fair! I wanted to be the one to lay down some moves," she stomped before nuzzling my chest again, "I want a redo!"
Rolling my blood orbs, I spoke with obvious amusement.
"Nope, there are no redos here, just experience, so spill, did it work?"
With an audible groan that extended past a few seconds, she coughed up her response, though it was quiet and clearly tainted with embarrassment.
"You have no idea how hard my heart fluttered when you hugged me; I swear it felt like it was liquefying... Now tell me what you thought of my test!" were the words she ended her answer on as I found her blushing form to be just as cute as when I first saw it.
My face heated up a tad while I let my form fall back into my human one; I sighed with a smile before letting her be the tall one, my current form just barely able to reach her own set of tits as I leaned down to nuzzle her solid abs, my form finding comfort in the act as they were able to sheer away the chains holding back my answer to her own query.
"To tell you the truth, I couldn't really enjoy it."
There was a small, "Oh..." that rang out from above me as the disappointment and light sadness sat high and clear.
The tone left my heart racing with panic and pesky fear as I quickly reiterated, realizing the phrasing and lack of context as to why I said that could spell a disaster.
"NOT THAT I DIDN'T ENJOY IT! No! I did! It's just... It's just... I'm trying not to be me." I shouted.
I could feel the confusion radiating off her as she queried further, and rightfully so.
"Alice, what do you mean? Why are you trying not to be you?" Her frown was visible even without sight of it.
Sighing for what felt like the millionth time, I reluctantly answered.
"Being me, well, at least around you, feels... it feels wrong, as if I'm just using you to please myself, even if I know I'm doing it because I love you..." I sighed, "It's a pain to try and explain, but to put it bluntly, my kind's culture revolves around sexual conduct to express love to one's partner, and I'm no exception in its practice. However, I'm no stranger to this world's version of love either and how it's more of an immortal pact than anything, but that's not what's got me so tied up, no, it's what the people of this planet do to express there love beyond just the commun of sex."
Claire, for her part, had remained quiet during my explanation, however, I could tell by the look on her face that something was on her mind; what that was only 'Eko' knew.
My words strung on. "I see them all the time, just living as they do, and sure, they likely also have sex every once in a while, but that's child's play compared to how many times I've done it with you."
While doing my best impression of a Mutated Slamander Ostrich, I nuzzled my way into the crease of her own perky busts, their forms having grown nil since the first time I saw them, but I suppose that's just part of their near-flat charm; the pillows they made were still mind blowing despite that.
I continued from there, my speech reaching its climax as my soul spilled whatever remained constrained. Thank 'Eko'.
"It's the fact that they seemed content with how their love was that gets me," I sighed one last time, "I suppose you could say I'm jealous and embarrassed with how shallow my love seems compared to there's... It's aggravating and angering."
And that's all I had to say on the subject, so I went silent and waited; waited for the most stressful few seconds of my eternal life while waiting for my one and only beautiful Claire to say something.
But she never did say a word, no, she only giggled, the jingle starting slow and quiet before becoming a loud and boisterous laugh that had my face turning red in involuntary embarrassment, like, there was literally no point in being embarrassed by something as simple and beautiful as her laughter.
"He-hey! Why are you laughing?" I tried to inquire, however, this was met with more laughter, as her arms needed to let go of the unconscious hug they had me in to grab at her stomach in hysterical pain, it got to the point where she brought herself to the ground, kicking and giggling at the air, and it would be an amusing sight had she not accidently sent me toppling on top of her with a sweeping leg.
She calmed down from there, but it didn't stop her from turning me into an impromptu body pillow that she was strangling with vigor, or at least that's what it felt like with her arms wrapped around my waist.
However, this shot of joy calmed completely not long after, and the only thing remaining to speak of its existence was the gentle and contented smile lying upon her face.
Seeing as I didn't really mind being her body pillow, I went limp, my face turned to the side as I stared past the gored victim and into the bustling and bright city of 'Heno,' I believe it was called.
And maybe I was only looking out because I was scared of what Claire would say, but could you blame me? It's my first time actually digging this deep into myself to try and make something better for someone I care about deeply, of course, it's going to make me more susceptible to fear and rejection: I don't even want to imagine the rage and sadness that could sprout from it as well.
However, the cover didn't last long, as Claire spoke up with delight and vigor.
"Alice, you want to know something?"
'I suppose I should brace,' were my thoughts as I physically tensed before humming in response; it was slightly comforting to feel one of her palms caressing my back while the other stroked and sifted through my hair in an immediate response to my tension.
"I love you, Alice."
'Ok, I suppose bracing was unnecessary.'
My head lifted in response as my orbs of coal stared into her orb of silver with slight shock and pure relief.
The shock in my eyes did not evade her sharp gaze as she grinned from ear to ear before taking the hand still playing with my hair and lifting my chin, its form drawing me into a gentle kiss that lasted no more than a few seconds.
After the show of intimacy broke, she went on.
"Alice, please, don't not be you."
My eyes narrowed as I frowned.
"But-"
Being swiftly silenced by another kiss that lasted just a bit longer than the previous one, she pressed on after its separation.
"Alice, no matter the way, no matter the method, and no matter the action, I will always love you, the Alice that's rude to most, the Alice that's uncaring of any she hurts, the Alice that doesn't see anything as an obstacle too big, and most of all, the Alice who loves me and my kinks."
"What?" I questioned.
Her giggle cited another extension.
"Alice, my adorable, murderous master, I'm sure you've noticed how odd I am myself, and how every time we've had sex, I'm always the one edging you further into it, getting you to lead the act deep into the night and early into the afternoon."
I nodded, still not sure what that had to do with our current topic.
Clicking her teeth, she drew my face closer with the point of her finger and a seductive grin.
"'Master', don't you see it? Don't you see how I'm addressing you? Can't you see how perfect my grin is? It's all right before you, laid out like a stone bridge unempeaded by gravity and extending infinitely."
My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
She sighed, "Alice, if you were any denser, you'd be tungsten."
My eye twitched in mock frustration. "That won't have to be a problem if you stopped being so fancy with your words."
Rolling her eyes, she proceeded.
"Fine then, I'll say it. Alice, I love the way you show your love. I love it when you humiliate me, hurt me to the point of mutilation, I love it when you pin me down like I was nothing more than a victim before you turn me into your personal bitch, telling me how I'm nothing more than a toy that is to be used by you for the rest of space in time; I'm adicted to you, I can't get enough, never enough, its to the point that its almost maddening not being near you. Every day I'm thinking of how you'd rail me that night, or what kind of treatment I'll get during it; my personal favorite is the dirty talk by the way, I just love it when you call m-"
"ALRIGHT! YOU CAN STOP NOW! I GET YOUR POINT!"
That was what I shouted at the top of my lungs as I panted with sheer embarrassment. It was to the point my face wasn't even tan anymore; no, it was a red so bright that I'm sure you could spot it from states away if you just looked long enough.
Huffing, I buried my ever reddening face into her chest before forcing my voice out, its form just a bit stuttery due to my mortification.
"S-so, you don't feel... You don't feel as if treating you less like a lover and more like a toy?"
She quickly giggled as the hand that had guided my chin a moment ago went back to sifting through my hair, its form taking care to gently untangle any pesky knots it found.
"Master, I swear you have memory problems, as not only should it have been obvious in the past, but I also just told you mere moments ago that treating me like a toy is what I see as you expressing your unique love, and is something that I deeply care for, no matter the treatment I receive for doing so."
Her head began nuzzling mine before he carried on.
"To me, Alice's love is the only love I want, to me, Alice's love is the only absolute love, and can't be swapped out with some cheap imitation of what people would consider normal; honestly, I'd be afronted if you tried, because, then you wouldn't be the Alice I know, the master that owns me, nor the person I care so much about; you'd just be, normal, an ordinary being no different from the mutated human race we have today. Tell me, Alice, my one and only, do you want to be like those weak, pathetic humans you slaughter and eat on a weekly basis? Do you want to fall to their base level of intellect, where judgment is shallow and baseless? Do you want to be nothing more than a cog? Or do you want to be Alice, the monster that monsters fear, the girl that can and will wipe away continents because you didn't like the way they looked? The master of mine who is as ruthless as she is loving? The girl who can make my heart flutter with just a glance, don't you want to be her?"
She shook her head while once again stealing my chin to make me look at her.
"I don't know about you, master, but I want the you who's second-guessing everything for me, I want the you who will soon realize that all this worry, grief, and dismay was something she conjured up was nothing more than a passing thought that never should have got any attention in the first place," her face neared mine as she finished up," I want the you, that's just you, nothing more and nothing less could ever make me feel so loved."
With that, her lips met mine, their copper tasting forms drawing on my hunger and lust; it was to the point where I was starting to grind on her, clothes be damned.
However, that didn't seem to be an activity we'd be carrying out at the moment, as Claire inevitably broke the kiss with slow and deliberate leads, leaving me frustrated for being unable to recapture her taunting lips.
Letting my eyes glare up in mock anger, I huffed. "You're not getting away with that."
She grinned while her silver orb narrowed, a blush swiftly following.
"Good, it'll just mean more fun for me."
My eye twitched. "We'll see if you can say the same when you wake up with a tentacle shoved up your ass as its ravaging your guts."
Her grin only grew as her blush deepened. "Sounds exquisite."
Clicking my teeth, I bolted up while enjoying the sudden bout of confusion it brought to Claire's face. Said confusion was soon accompanied by a swarm of my tentacles, their forms ripping through the back of my usual dress as they quickly snared and bound Claire, and an inky gag was included.
From there, it wasn't long before we were back at the mansion and in our shared bed; however, I had one more thing to ask before I started the activity.
"What did you mean when you said you were going to do something similar?"
Ungaged yet still bound, she spoke with lust.
"Ah, that," she moaned, "I-I noticed how you had been avoiding our activity, and," a moan halted her speech for a moment, making me wonder if I should lighten the hold of my extra appendages; however, that didn't seem necessary as she continued with vigor yearning and hunger, her words becoming quick as she seemed to tire of waiting, "-And thought you had grown board of me, so I had this, p-plan, mmmh, t-to woe you again, ahh, b-but, its seems that was un-unnecacry; now for 'Eko's' sake Alice, fuck me already."
There was no delay or further words needed, as I decided to give her what she wanted while aiming to ponder on her answer later.
"Your funeral, my little bitch."
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Abbie
I wasn't wrong when I felt this would be a long walk; matter of fact, I was spot on, as we had been doing nothing but for the past few days, or at least that's what it felt like.
My muscles ached with protest while my vision, once somewhat clear, now lay blurry from the lack of sleep; it was so bad that I didn't even blink when my other arm sprouted its hidden and fixed blade before mirroring its counterpart and digging into Tanya's other leg, which given how the arm I previously had no control over was given back to me while the other was taken; its pretty simple to understand what happened.
I groaned as my ankle twisted on an invisible uneven surface, and the only thing that kept me from falling over in pain was the knowledge that if I did so, Tanya would fall as well; two injuries were already far too much for my liking, a third would end me.
Uneven and cratered completely pitch black ground, nothing to diversify what was a pit, dropoff, or cliff, a mystery box in the shape of a world that can and has tried to kill me three times as of now, and I had the feeling those attempts would only continue as I followed the direction given to me by my arm ghost claim, who by the way, had thought it funny to play with my tail at one point, resulting in one of the three attempts on my life.
Guilt still knawed at her even now, and I had a feeling it would linger a while longer before she could accept my afterwords of said event, specifically the ones where I quite clearly stated it wasn't her fault and that it was only a result of bad timing and her desire to entertain me in this bleak atmosphere.
However, there was nothing I could do to lessen her guilt if she didn't see past it herself, so I could only hope that she'd get over it like I did in due time.
I was ripped from my thoughts as a bright ass light in the distance ignited my retinas and sent me stagering back in sheer agony, the adjustment I had gotten for being in this pitch world for so long self imploding has something other than black brought me back to the world of color and its diversity.
Pain and buzzing were my entire world after that, with my form standing stock still for a good few moments before I was eventually brought out by one of Tanya's mental tugs at my mind, another thing she'd figured out she could do during our long, mind-numbing stroll through darkness.
Groaning in dismay, I squinted with vigor before trudging on, both excited and fearful of the sudden addition to this void, however, neither feeling would last very long, as they were both smothered by relief, a relief that originated from being mentally gestured that the light is what we've been aiming for.
Unfortunatly, the light was a deceptive little shit and was actually really fucking far away, so you know what that meant, more walking, more fucking walking, for 'Eko's' sake I was tired of walking.
'Just a bit more, Abbie, we're almost there.'
I hummed in response to what was likely another delusional concoction of Circles' voice created by my mind to give her invisible gestures a voice; it's that, or she can speak and has just been keeping it a secret for the entire duration of our roundabout: that seemed very unlikely.
A few hours later, I had reached the peak of the lights' rest; that's right, peak. This place had mountains, huge ass mountains that were just as black as the world around it, meaning that entire time I was walking, they were a thing: and if they were a thing, I had a feeling those cliffs might have been a thing too, and where there's cliffs, there's usually water.
That reality sent a shiver down my spine as I recalled my time in the water back home, specifically the waters full of man-eating monsters that were so close to making me into a meal at one point.
Sighing, I unsnared one of Tanya's legs before reaching out for the candlelight look-alike, my form unable to stand even with it due to it seemingly hovering over the mountain's tip.
Taking hold of the light was anticlimactic but also somewhat surprising, as immediately after touching it, our forms blinked out of the voided world and onto a plateau of neatly arranged stone bricks leading up to an open-walled temple, or at least something similar as it looked to be nothing but a circle of stone pillars holding up a single strip of stone that linked each together; the roof was notebly absent.
My thoughts were ripped from me as a single-toned arm wrapped itself around my chest, and along with it was the shifting of Ms. Circle's midnight hair, its long visage lifting as my form suddenly collapsed under the weight of her on my back, the strength I had previously nowhere to be seen.
However, I was swiftly caught and nestled in the crease of her arm; the lack of her prosthetic rendering it impossible to do anything more cliché, like the princess carry.
Turning my gaze, I smiled before speaking, my golden orbs full of joy. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your driver?"
With a shark-like smile and a bright obsidian gaze, she answered. "Well, I'd say my driver deserves a reward, as his skill behind the wheel is impeccable."
I huffed while tiredly leaning closer. "A reward, you say?"
She rolled her eyes like she normally did, and I couldn't even begin to express how happy that made me.
"That's right, and it can be almost anything you want, you just need to name it."
My smile dipped a little, and accompanying that drop was a shaky exhale, swiftly followed by some stray tears of relief as I spoke my reward.
"Please... Please don't ever scare me like that again... I beg."
Her eyes widened as her own smile turned unsure; however, she made up for it by drawing me into the best hug she could manage while being down an arm, her soft words lulling me to sleep as she rewarded me.
"I won't... I... I pro-"
I didn't get to hear the rest as I passed out, sleep finally pulling me into its soft embrace.
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Ms. Circle
Looking down at his sleeping form, I sighed before looking up at the place of my creation, in a metaphorical sense anyway.
Glancing down at Abbie's sleeping form, I sighed before walking forward.
'I'm sorry, Abbie, but I don't think my promise is possible, at least not right now.'
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Oliver
"Wow, that's pretty dark," I said while doing my best to comfort the dismayed form of Engel as he vainly tried to hide in my chest; it was kinda cute.
The new girl, Asrel, hummed. "Ya, it was pretty dark, literally and metaphorically."
I chuckled at the plain response; it wasn't every day you could find someone who could joke around with their past traumas, especially not while keeping a straight face. I had a feeling we'd be good friends.
However, on that note, the story was over, thus leaving our small group in a bout of boring silence, one that I swear I could see in real time echoing through them; even Engel had quited due to thoughts, and it was honestly pretty disappointing not feeling the sheer warmth his embarrassed face was putting on me.
My crimson gaze flickered to pink as I abruptly leaned down next to Engel's ear before whispering into it.
"Let's find out if our story is worse than hers, shall we?" I spoke with a smile drawn ear to ear.
The shiver I felt in response turned me on, but that activity would have to wait later when there were no observers, being camera shy sucked.
Clearing my throat, I caught the attention of the other two, and even the faint gaze of Ms. Thavel, who had just been idly listening in, never too interested but also never too dismissive either.
A perfect blend to keep her own curiosity hidden from sight.
"Ah, I suppose it's your turn to share now, isn't it?"
The boy, Kevin, said as he wasted no time with questions and queries about the girl's story before adjusting himself to face me with rapt attention, which was honestly somewhat shocking as he looked far too interested in her story to discard it like that.
'Something up with this one, but I, for the life of me, can't figure out what... I'll need to be careful around him."
After the Asrel and her tail? Turned to face us, I grinned.
"Right, so which part are you guys most curious about?"
Kevin's response was immediate and clean.
"I'm personally interested in the mark on the back of your 'Partners' head, but I'm sure that will be revealed in time, so I'll leave the choice up to Asrel."
My pink eyes turned back to crimson as they narrowed.
'Ah, so he can see it; gotta say, that's a new one; I don't think I've ever met someone who could see my kind's marks,' my small grin turned devilish, 'I'll definitely need to keep an eye on this one.'
"Time indeed plays a factor with reveals, so with any luck that time won't be long now." I poke before turning my gaze to the girl and her tail, "So, Asrel, what do you want to know about first?"
She didn't say anything at first, just looking to be content with staring, but I could tell her brain was churning on something, so I'd give her time.
'Does she see the mark as well? No, she doesn't even seem to care about Engel... Ah, I see, she's looking at me.'
My thoughts were partially proven correct when she spoke a few seconds later.
"Are we restricted to asking just about how you two came to be, or are we allowed to ask questions about things and observations of the present moment?"
I shrugged while stroking Engels' back, my fingers working on untensing his stiff back. "I don't really care what you ask; I just want to talk."
She nodded. "Right then, can you tell me why your eyes changed color a second ago?"
I chuckled at the callout. "Ah, going right for the jugular, eh, can't say I'm surprised."
Pausing, I thought of it for a moment before asking, "The question is, do you want the short answer or the long? I'll warn you now; if you choose the long one, class will likely start before I finish."
Humming, she spoke without pause for thought, "That's fine; I'm sure you wouldn't mind continuing after class, and even then, there's always tomorrow."
She brought up valid points, I wouldn't mind continuing after class, and there was always tomorrow.
"I suppose you're right," I continued, "Alright, let's start from the beginning one more time."
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Xiezhi
I sighed as I left the ceremony chambers, my form having left both Pandora and Eros to their devices while I went to cool myself down. Using so much mana is draining, even if my theoretical limit is infinite.
However, it would seem the universe wants to piss on me today, as I was quickly stopped by one of the Rot's, a small group that handle messaging and information gathering inside the group; a useful bunch, but one I had frequent unfortunate contact with.
Groaning, I spoke.
"What is it, Rot?"
The deceptive outfitted person spoke in a tender, feminine voice. "Sir, apologies for the interruption, but 'Authority 021' has requested your presence immediately."
My eyes twitched in disbelief and annoyance before I continued.
"What color?"
I could hear the anxiety in her voice, and I could see the fear in her soul, so whatever level it is, it couldn't be good.
"Pale Alpha, sir."
I wanted to sigh, to lash out at yet another blasted world-ending code, but there would be no point in doing so, as it wasn't like the girl before me was that code.
Groaning, I forgoed changing out of my restrictive set of ritual garbs and just started the trek down to the lower levels where the Authorities resided most of the time.
However, being the soul I was, I paused a moment before gesturing the messenger over, her form still stock still a bit down the hall.
There was hesitation before she moved to her commanded position.
Reaching into the coat under my garb, I pulled something from one of the impossibly deep pockets before pulling it out to hand to her.
Her eyes immediately widened in shock as she slowly took the item, its form made of paper in the shape of a rectangle.
"Your service is appreciated, and I regret that you had to deliver this code." I started walking away, "Take that slip to the front and disappear for a while; enjoy life until the inevitable hits, because you might not get another chance."