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A shadowy girl notices something.
"Oh, hey there." The girl waves. "I'm Spectre, one of the people you can ask questions to on this blog. I use she/her, and I'm dating Tera and Kiara from @ask-elliot-doorman-fam."
💬 5 🔁 2 ❤️ 6 · Character Profile: Spectre · Summary
Spectre is a seemingly immortal being who was created as the result of an experiment
"Oh, hello there. I didn't notice you."
A small drone with orange hair and green eyelights waves next.
"I'm Ai Morgenstern, Spectre's daughter—"
"And greatest creation."
She giggles. "I also go by she/her. I look forward to talking with you."
💬 4 🔁 0 ❤️ 5 · Character Profile: Ai Morgenstern · Summary
Ai is the first daughter of Spectre, and her self-proclaimed "greatest creatio
She bows, and her tail wags gently. Then she looks to a drone with black hair and red eyelights.
"Cassie, are you gonna introduce yourself?"
The drone sighs.
"I'm Cassidy. Like everyone else here, I use she/her. There's not much else to say."
We are also here.
"Nobody cares if you're here."
[Pout]. We are The Rebooted. You may use they/them when referring to us. [Smile].
💬 1 🔁 1 ❤️ 7 · Character Profile: Cassidy · Summary
Born on Cesium-68, Cassidy spent years 8 to 10 of her life running and hiding from th
...
We are hungry. To W&A's. Perhaps we will see ninja star from @shurikensgang.
Cassidy groans.
"I'm going out."
"Alright. Bye, Cassie."
Spectre looks around.
"Oh, Cynthia. Come here and introduce yourself."
A drone with silver hair and yellow eyelights approaches, ending with a bow.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Cynthia, and my pronouns are she/her."
Spectre's phone goes off, and she looks at the message that appeared.
[TamaGotcha] here too
Summary
The first and only code-child of Tera, Kiara, and Spectre, Tama is a quiet solver drone who prefers small company and even smaller
"Huh. I guess you get to talk with Tama, too. Neat."
Beyond the current universe, attention is caught by a drone with white hair and blue eyelights. He bows.
"Hello. Are you new? My name is Vance. If you wish to know, my pronouns are he/him." He looks to his side. "And this lovely lady is my friend."
"I'm Angelica. And I'm not really... lovely. I-I use she/her."
Character Speech Reference:
Spectre (Normal plain text)
Ai (Normal green text)
Cassidy (Normal red text)
The Rebooted (Bold orange text)
Cynthia (Normal blue text)
Tama (Italic plain text)
Fenrir (Bold italic orange text)
Ivory (Bold italic plain text)
BtU!Cyn (Normal orange text)
Angelica (Italic blue text)
Vance (Bold italic purple text)
Emrys (Italic orange text)
Aadrika (Red strike-trough text)
Stephen (Bold plain text)
(And here's the voice claims for everyone!)
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Rules
I am perfectly fine with suggestive content, and will likely join in with it. That said, I will be more strict when it comes to properly NSFW content. This rule is only for the questions and chains in the ask blog, though. Outside of it, you are more than welcome to write NSFW stuff with my characters. Just mention me and please use common sense.
I will not tolerate blatant transphobia, homophobia, racism, etc. I am okay with such topics in regards to the stories being told as long as they remain just that. Stories. If you yourself are any of these, I am sorry to ask this, but please leave.
If certain topics come up during chains or asks, I may give a warning to tone it down or drop it completely. If you do not heed this warning, I may drop the chain entirely. I hate having to do this, so it is a last resort, and I ask that you not make me need to.
I am sad to say, but sometimes, I may be unable to answer an ask. I will try my best to answer all of them, but if I do not, please don't take it personally.
Tags
The general #(Character) answers tags will be there.
"#cursed gallery" is used for reference art of Spectre and co by me and others. These are commonly picrew edits, but may include proper reference sheets in the future.
"#cursed fan gallery" is used for fanart of the crew made by others. I actively encourage fan creations of my characters
"#tales of a spectre" is used for short stories that show a bit of background into the lore of Spectre and her world.
"#cursed snippets" is used for shorter moments with the characters.
"#character facts" is used for small bits of trivia or facts regarding characters.
Heights
While characters have heights, because they are based on MD characters, those heights are not confirmed. In the event that another blog does not HC the drones as the same heights I do, these are the characters' heights.
Spectre's human and drone forms are around the same height as V.
Ai is the same height as Uzi in the show, being smaller than the average worker drone.
Cassidy is almost N's height. (Yes, she is taller than Spectre.)
Tama is about half a drone head smaller than Uzi in the show.
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It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
Kiara glances at the messages and cannot stop the cackle that roars out of here, covering her mouth to try and muffle it.
[Terabyte] My price is for you to chill girl. XD
[Terabyte] Kia has the next part ready. It just wasn't done yet.
Kiara huffs as she lazily pulls herself up, pulling another thick stack of parchment-like paper from the bedside, held together by Tera's leatherworking.
[Terabyte] Can you describe your room to me in as much detail as you can? I'll give it to you.
[Sinful_Innocence] Dim, but with some colored lighting. Emrys calls it "bisexual lighting." I've got one wall that's just a GIANT bookshelf. My bed is laid out so the foot is facing that wall. The wall at the side of my bed has my desk. Got my laptop on it and some tissues for when I'm crying from an anime.
[Sinful_Innocence] I've got a few candles, too. Some are shaped, none are lit. Only ones that are are the electronic ones in a few hanging lamps.
Tera takes in the information. She begins to radiate a little more heat as the solver symbol on her chest brightens.
[Terabyte] Got it.
She outstretches her hand, solver symbol flickering, before shifting into a black hole that stretches outward, getting lighter and lighter until it's a shifting portal of purple- though it's small. Just enough for her arm, and the bound booklet.
...
The air in Angelica's room spikes in temperature, the air seeming to snap to life, her lights flicker, then surge with electricity, glowing far brighter then they should.
Whispers, and the Sound of Nails on Glass grow in volume, shadows darken- and then a hole begins to form directly in front of her, a small black hole growing steadily larger before it begins to lighten, and flatten into a swirling vortex of purple.
The familiar voice yelps at the sudden appearance, letting go and again looking to hide before morals get the better of her and she continues holding Angelica, who is... still.
She's looking at the insectoid legs with fog in her screen.
"You can be my guide, can't you?" Her voice is... very much not innocent asking that question.
Her eyelights drift down to Tera's hand, then the booklet, then back to Tera's hand.
Alas, morals get the best of her, and she carefully takes the booklet from Tera's hand.
Tera shudders. The mark flickers to life again, though lazily. "Sensitive-"
The booklet starts right where the last one left off.
She tastes like sweetberries and blood, feels like the setting sun brushing against my skin, almost burning me, I feel my hands wander over her on instinct, running down her arms, feeling every scar. Then down her chest.
I can feel her deepen it, push me down against the furs and her weight on top of me. When she pulls away, there's a trail of siliva.
She's panting, eyes half lidded, mouth open and face flushed, I can see my own chest rising and falling, feeling my heart beat against my ribcage like it was trying to escape.
The heat of her breath tickles my ear and she plants kisses down my neck, hands pulling down and then off, my dress, I felt myself gasp, my hands resting on her chest.
Fangs. I feel them press against my pulse, for a moment. I am reminded of a vampire, as if I am prey; in a way, I am.
She growls deeply into my ear, I can feel it in my soul, she continues to ravage my neck and down towards my collarbone, leaving me brusied and marked. I can't bring myself to care.
I bite my lip. It's uncouth for me to be coming undone this early- but the next moment, she's licking down my chest and I've curled my fingers in her hair.
She has it tied up. Even now, probably to keep the locks from obscuring her vison, I pull up on it, taking the loose tie with it, and let her hair fall down around her face. She pauses for a moment, looking up at me.
It's like black river channels pouring down a cliffside, her hair waves, and curls perfectly around her face.
"That does make it a little hard to see Princess~"
There's desire, dripping in her voice, I squeak pathetically, I hate to admit.
"What? Wolf got your tongue?" She cocks her head. I pout.
"Do you have to make jokes while you're making love...?" It's only half serious. I see her light up and laugh softly. "Mmm, only when I mean it." She replies.
She presses on. I bite my lip harder as she traces sharp claws along my hips, and leaves her mark all the way down my chest, heat builds up in my stomach, desire, love, a mixture of both.
She finally gets what she wants from me when she spreads my legs apart and kisses down the interior, I can't hold back the sound that escapes.
She replies with an animalistic growl.
Something within me stirrs- and I yank on her hair, it's not entirely intentional, and yet she grunts, and then moans, tail wagging.
So I do it again.
She replies by burying herself between my legs, my yelp of surprise turns to ecstasy, my hips buckle, body shuddering.
The thought that this would likely get my Hunter killed if anyone found out flickered only dimly in my mind, being pushed back into nothing as our sounds filled the tent. Of love, and trust, and lust.
She let me ride the high, I went over the edge feeling fangs pressed up against me.
And then she pulls back and licks her lips, pressing our hips flush together as she's hovering over me, she's twitching in anticipation, I feel my legs do the same.
Emrys walks back to her table with a large cup of fermented oil. Sitting down, she sighs, then chugs the entire thing within seconds.
"It's been what, like, an hour now? I hope she's okay."
Her phone pings with a message. Morbid curiosity takes over as she opens it.
She blinks.
"Yyyyyep. She's very okay."
She stands up to go get a refill before going to stop by Angelica's home. She'd no doubt need time to clean up before going on her rather passionate reviews.
It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
Kiara glances at the messages and cannot stop the cackle that roars out of here, covering her mouth to try and muffle it.
[Terabyte] My price is for you to chill girl. XD
[Terabyte] Kia has the next part ready. It just wasn't done yet.
Kiara huffs as she lazily pulls herself up, pulling another thick stack of parchment-like paper from the bedside, held together by Tera's leatherworking.
[Terabyte] Can you describe your room to me in as much detail as you can? I'll give it to you.
[Sinful_Innocence] Dim, but with some colored lighting. Emrys calls it "bisexual lighting." I've got one wall that's just a GIANT bookshelf. My bed is laid out so the foot is facing that wall. The wall at the side of my bed has my desk. Got my laptop on it and some tissues for when I'm crying from an anime.
[Sinful_Innocence] I've got a few candles, too. Some are shaped, none are lit. Only ones that are are the electronic ones in a few hanging lamps.
Tera takes in the information. She begins to radiate a little more heat as the solver symbol on her chest brightens.
[Terabyte] Got it.
She outstretches her hand, solver symbol flickering, before shifting into a black hole that stretches outward, getting lighter and lighter until it's a shifting portal of purple- though it's small. Just enough for her arm, and the bound booklet.
...
The air in Angelica's room spikes in temperature, the air seeming to snap to life, her lights flicker, then surge with electricity, glowing far brighter then they should.
Whispers, and the Sound of Nails on Glass grow in volume, shadows darken- and then a hole begins to form directly in front of her, a small black hole growing steadily larger before it begins to lighten, and flatten into a swirling vortex of purple.
The familiar voice yelps at the sudden appearance, letting go and again looking to hide before morals get the better of her and she continues holding Angelica, who is... still.
She's looking at the insectoid legs with fog in her screen.
"You can be my guide, can't you?" Her voice is... very much not innocent asking that question.
Her eyelights drift down to Tera's hand, then the booklet, then back to Tera's hand.
Alas, morals get the best of her, and she carefully takes the booklet from Tera's hand.
Tera shudders. The mark flickers to life again, though lazily. "Sensitive-"
The booklet starts right where the last one left off.
She tastes like sweetberries and blood, feels like the setting sun brushing against my skin, almost burning me, I feel my hands wander over her on instinct, running down her arms, feeling every scar. Then down her chest.
I can feel her deepen it, push me down against the furs and her weight on top of me. When she pulls away, there's a trail of siliva.
She's panting, eyes half lidded, mouth open and face flushed, I can see my own chest rising and falling, feeling my heart beat against my ribcage like it was trying to escape.
The heat of her breath tickles my ear and she plants kisses down my neck, hands pulling down and then off, my dress, I felt myself gasp, my hands resting on her chest.
Fangs. I feel them press against my pulse, for a moment. I am reminded of a vampire, as if I am prey; in a way, I am.
She growls deeply into my ear, I can feel it in my soul, she continues to ravage my neck and down towards my collarbone, leaving me brusied and marked. I can't bring myself to care.
I bite my lip. It's uncouth for me to be coming undone this early- but the next moment, she's licking down my chest and I've curled my fingers in her hair.
She has it tied up. Even now, probably to keep the locks from obscuring her vison, I pull up on it, taking the loose tie with it, and let her hair fall down around her face. She pauses for a moment, looking up at me.
It's like black river channels pouring down a cliffside, her hair waves, and curls perfectly around her face.
"That does make it a little hard to see Princess~"
There's desire, dripping in her voice, I squeak pathetically, I hate to admit.
"What? Wolf got your tongue?" She cocks her head. I pout.
"Do you have to make jokes while you're making love...?" It's only half serious. I see her light up and laugh softly. "Mmm, only when I mean it." She replies.
She presses on. I bite my lip harder as she traces sharp claws along my hips, and leaves her mark all the way down my chest, heat builds up in my stomach, desire, love, a mixture of both.
She finally gets what she wants from me when she spreads my legs apart and kisses down the interior, I can't hold back the sound that escapes.
She replies with an animalistic growl.
Something within me stirrs- and I yank on her hair, it's not entirely intentional, and yet she grunts, and then moans, tail wagging.
So I do it again.
She replies by burying herself between my legs, my yelp of surprise turns to ecstasy, my hips buckle, body shuddering.
The thought that this would likely get my Hunter killed if anyone found out flickered only dimly in my mind, being pushed back into nothing as our sounds filled the tent. Of love, and trust, and lust.
She let me ride the high, I went over the edge feeling fangs pressed up against me.
And then she pulls back and licks her lips, pressing our hips flush together as she's hovering over me, she's twitching in anticipation, I feel my legs do the same.
Emrys walks back to her table with a large cup of fermented oil. Sitting down, she sighs, then chugs the entire thing within seconds.
"It's been what, like, an hour now? I hope she's okay."
Her phone pings with a message. Morbid curiosity takes over as she opens it.
She blinks.
"Yyyyyep. She's very okay."
She stands up to go get a refill before going to stop by Angelica's home. She'd no doubt need time to clean up before going on her rather passionate reviews.
It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
Kiara glances at the messages and cannot stop the cackle that roars out of here, covering her mouth to try and muffle it.
[Terabyte] My price is for you to chill girl. XD
[Terabyte] Kia has the next part ready. It just wasn't done yet.
Kiara huffs as she lazily pulls herself up, pulling another thick stack of parchment-like paper from the bedside, held together by Tera's leatherworking.
[Terabyte] Can you describe your room to me in as much detail as you can? I'll give it to you.
[Sinful_Innocence] Dim, but with some colored lighting. Emrys calls it "bisexual lighting." I've got one wall that's just a GIANT bookshelf. My bed is laid out so the foot is facing that wall. The wall at the side of my bed has my desk. Got my laptop on it and some tissues for when I'm crying from an anime.
[Sinful_Innocence] I've got a few candles, too. Some are shaped, none are lit. Only ones that are are the electronic ones in a few hanging lamps.
Tera takes in the information. She begins to radiate a little more heat as the solver symbol on her chest brightens.
[Terabyte] Got it.
She outstretches her hand, solver symbol flickering, before shifting into a black hole that stretches outward, getting lighter and lighter until it's a shifting portal of purple- though it's small. Just enough for her arm, and the bound booklet.
...
The air in Angelica's room spikes in temperature, the air seeming to snap to life, her lights flicker, then surge with electricity, glowing far brighter then they should.
Whispers, and the Sound of Nails on Glass grow in volume, shadows darken- and then a hole begins to form directly in front of her, a small black hole growing steadily larger before it begins to lighten, and flatten into a swirling vortex of purple.
The familiar voice yelps at the sudden appearance, letting go and again looking to hide before morals get the better of her and she continues holding Angelica, who is... still.
She's looking at the insectoid legs with fog in her screen.
"You can be my guide, can't you?" Her voice is... very much not innocent asking that question.
Her eyelights drift down to Tera's hand, then the booklet, then back to Tera's hand.
Alas, morals get the best of her, and she carefully takes the booklet from Tera's hand.
It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
Kiara glances at the messages and cannot stop the cackle that roars out of here, covering her mouth to try and muffle it.
[Terabyte] My price is for you to chill girl. XD
[Terabyte] Kia has the next part ready. It just wasn't done yet.
Kiara huffs as she lazily pulls herself up, pulling another thick stack of parchment-like paper from the bedside, held together by Tera's leatherworking.
[Terabyte] Can you describe your room to me in as much detail as you can? I'll give it to you.
[Sinful_Innocence] Dim, but with some colored lighting. Emrys calls it "bisexual lighting." I've got one wall that's just a GIANT bookshelf. My bed is laid out so the foot is facing that wall. The wall at the side of my bed has my desk. Got my laptop on it and some tissues for when I'm crying from an anime.
[Sinful_Innocence] I've got a few candles, too. Some are shaped, none are lit. Only ones that are are the electronic ones in a few hanging lamps.
Tera takes in the information. She begins to radiate a little more heat as the solver symbol on her chest brightens.
[Terabyte] Got it.
She outstretches her hand, solver symbol flickering, before shifting into a black hole that stretches outward, getting lighter and lighter until it's a shifting portal of purple- though it's small. Just enough for her arm, and the bound booklet.
...
The air in Angelica's room spikes in temperature, the air seeming to snap to life, her lights flicker, then surge with electricity, glowing far brighter then they should.
Whispers, and the Sound of Nails on Glass grow in volume, shadows darken- and then a hole begins to form directly in front of her, a small black hole growing steadily larger before it begins to lighten, and flatten into a swirling vortex of purple.
The familiar voice yelps at the sudden appearance, letting go and again looking to hide before morals get the better of her and she continues holding Angelica, who is... still.
She's looking at the insectoid legs with fog in her screen.
"You can be my guide, can't you?" Her voice is... very much not innocent asking that question.
Her eyelights drift down to Tera's hand, then the booklet, then back to Tera's hand.
Alas, morals get the best of her, and she carefully takes the booklet from Tera's hand.
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It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
Kiara glances at the messages and cannot stop the cackle that roars out of here, covering her mouth to try and muffle it.
[Terabyte] My price is for you to chill girl. XD
[Terabyte] Kia has the next part ready. It just wasn't done yet.
Kiara huffs as she lazily pulls herself up, pulling another thick stack of parchment-like paper from the bedside, held together by Tera's leatherworking.
[Terabyte] Can you describe your room to me in as much detail as you can? I'll give it to you.
[Sinful_Innocence] Dim, but with some colored lighting. Emrys calls it "bisexual lighting." I've got one wall that's just a GIANT bookshelf. My bed is laid out so the foot is facing that wall. The wall at the side of my bed has my desk. Got my laptop on it and some tissues for when I'm crying from an anime.
[Sinful_Innocence] I've got a few candles, too. Some are shaped, none are lit. Only ones that are are the electronic ones in a few hanging lamps.
Tera takes in the information. She begins to radiate a little more heat as the solver symbol on her chest brightens.
[Terabyte] Got it.
She outstretches her hand, solver symbol flickering, before shifting into a black hole that stretches outward, getting lighter and lighter until it's a shifting portal of purple- though it's small. Just enough for her arm, and the bound booklet.
...
The air in Angelica's room spikes in temperature, the air seeming to snap to life, her lights flicker, then surge with electricity, glowing far brighter then they should.
Whispers, and the Sound of Nails on Glass grow in volume, shadows darken- and then a hole begins to form directly in front of her, a small black hole growing steadily larger before it begins to lighten, and flatten into a swirling vortex of purple.
It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
Kiara glances at the messages and cannot stop the cackle that roars out of here, covering her mouth to try and muffle it.
[Terabyte] My price is for you to chill girl. XD
[Terabyte] Kia has the next part ready. It just wasn't done yet.
Kiara huffs as she lazily pulls herself up, pulling another thick stack of parchment-like paper from the bedside, held together by Tera's leatherworking.
[Terabyte] Can you describe your room to me in as much detail as you can? I'll give it to you.
[Sinful_Innocence] Dim, but with some colored lighting. Emrys calls it "bisexual lighting." I've got one wall that's just a GIANT bookshelf. My bed is laid out so the foot is facing that wall. The wall at the side of my bed has my desk. Got my laptop on it and some tissues for when I'm crying from an anime.
[Sinful_Innocence] I've got a few candles, too. Some are shaped, none are lit. Only ones that are are the electronic ones in a few hanging lamps.
The fear and hopelessness at the time had been beaten down, torn up, and replanted;
With anger.
Blind, white hot, simmering rage.
Of all the times she'd been ignored, intentionally by him, unintentionally by her mother as she was too busy defending herself verbally or recovering.
Every time she'd fallen asleep to them fighting and woken up with it still going on, ad infinitum.
So now, whenever she'd thought about him, she'd have a vision of violently beating him with a bat, or a pipe, really any blunt object her brain came up with.
Which was, minorly terrifying. Considering she had never had fantasies about hurting anyone, ever.
She'd joke about wanting to explode people with her mind, but that's what it clearly was, a joke.
This she could feel in her hands, the weight of the pipe and the smell of oil.
It wasn't pleasant.
She'd spook herself if she thought about it too long. Even the awareness that this was probably the "anger" part of the grieving process didn't really help all that much.
"Oh where do we start with that..." Zoe chuckles. "Was the most stupid hill Dad ever decided to die on. "
Kiara snorts in genuine rage. "Oooh, I had almost blocked that out." Her chassis is genuinely hot to the touch.
"So Jeremy was my freind, medical student, like me. But like, tiny droneling medical. CPR, Bandaging... that kind of thing." Kiara whirls around, eyelights angry "Emergency Medicine."
"And we did CPR practice! Like, you know, medical students, like we were. He practiced on me, I volunteered, CPR is blowing into a drones mouth to force their vents clear."
"Dad." She looks at the ceiling and makes a very pissed sounding noise. "Decided that this was actually just an excuse, and what actually happened was is that he kissed me."
Zoe is trying not to laugh.
"He went. And appeared. At Jeremy's house. And then fought his dad."
"His dad. An active gaurd." Zoe clarifies.
"And lost so bad he couldn't see out of his visor until he got it replaced a month later." Kiara finished. "And it only took that long because he refused to admit he was blind."
"Or that he lost."
"And Jeremy never spoke to me again! He was afraid of Dad!" Kiara exclaimes. "Looked at me like he was about to explode on the spot until he moved classes to go into modification medicine instead."
"He had an accident at work." Zoe says simply. "Was never the same after." She shrugs, looking pointedly at a screw in the floor.
Kiara leans into the hug, her grip is stronger then usual, holding her tight before pulling away. "Yeah. I was too young to remember that..." Kiara joins. "I remember he was gone for awhile. And when he came back he was... different."
"Uhm..." She looks at the carnage her metal fist wrought. "Not worse."
She vents out, heat ticking down as she visibly calms.
Zoe hums. "You have a strong sense of justice, and you've never once shown an once of rage this entire time. Even when you're pissed, You always rationalize your feelings away like that don't matter."
She places a hand on her sisters shoulders. "Feel your feelings and they'll stop feeling like they control you."
Kiara pummeles the back of her sisters head more. But it doesn't seem to actually hurt at all because she doesn't stop laughing. "You always had to write down your fantasy first."
"Guys!"
Benji just laughs. "I remember me writing in my diary about how pretty Zoe was, and how strong she was."
Zoe flushes. "Ben-"
"Wrote about her rescuing me from the clutches of a witch who was forcefully keeping me a girl."
He nods in understanding. "Oh god, the dares..." He seems to scrunch up slightly before shaking it off and clearing his throat. "A-Anyway, y-yeah. Writing is normal. Especially when you are a repressed teenage girl."
Zoe sets Kiara back down. "It is. But it's still fun to tease. Hehe."
"Pretty sure mum wants another kid... but just with Robin. Don't think that's actually going to happen though."
Benji returns Kim back to Spectre and goes to continue with dinner. Which begins to smell a bit like spicy rubber.
Kiara's eyelights widen. "She does?"
Zoe shrugs. "I think so? She was talking about babies last time she was over. But... she's getting a bit old for that."
"She's not that old..."
"Old enough that code starts to be... less fluid. 50 years was our old warranty date. After that? Code starts getting patches of corruption, you know that."
It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Mmmm, yeah you do," Spectre sleepily replies with a smile and a hum.
[Sinful_Innocence] SO THERE IS MMORE?! PELASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING. I'LL BE YOUR LIFETI,ME SIUPPLY OF OILLL, I'LL BE A CHAIR FOR YOU WHEN YOIU NEED ONE, OR A STOOL, . PLEASE, JUST NAME YOUR PRICE.
It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
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It began one night, well lit by the full moon. Where I heard low, distressed groaning from the Hunters tent. It was the first time I had heard such a sound.
Curiosity killed the cat. But I had yet to be punished for mine. And do, I peaked inside the tent of pelt and rawhide.
And, there she was. The same, yet different, curled up in the middle of the tent, larger, with black fur covering her from head to foot. The temperature within higher then the cool air of autumn outside. Her breathing erratic and labored.
Curiosity broke way into concern.
"Are you alright?" Fell from my lips as I lowered myself to my knees, hand hovering over her great shaggy head, brushing over he ears.
She was so soft. Like down from the finest pillows in the castle.
She jumps, eyes opening in surprise, they are an intense, wild violet, like an approaching storm, or a receding one, both a warning and a sign that the worst had passed.
"Prin...cess?" Her voice is distant. Strained, beast layered over familiarity.
"You shouldn't be here..." It's a tired, wary plea. "Go back to bed. I am... fine."
I never liked when she lied to me, I place my hand near her long ears, the heat is almost enough for me to recoil.
"I've heard better lies from politicians! You're burning up!" I scold. "You are sick!"
"Not sick." It's a statement. A confident one. "We don't get sick."
There's a powerful smell in the air, lavender, with a touch of wet dog.
I cock my head. She sighs greatly, the black beastly form shuddering.
"If I tell you. You'll want to help. I do not want you to help." She explains to me. "It is just something... that happens."
Of course I would want to help. She had done so much for me. Surely, taking care of whatever ailed her would not be asking too much of me.
"I can try to understand?"
She laughs. "Oh I'm not worried about that. You'll understand just fine. It is what I know you will suggest afterwards... because I will not be able to refuse it."
My mind turns. The obvious strikes me
"O-oh."
"Oh."
I can feel, more then hear, the huff of amusement, a great black tail wags, thumping against the ground.
I find myself flushed, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. I did always hate when she was right.
She looks at me, as if I was prey, as if trying to predict where I would go, what I would say or do.
"I... can. Help."
The amusement dancing in her eyes takes over the beastly eyes, they dilate, a smile with teeth graces my vision. "You shouldn't be this predictable."
I flush harder. "H-hush."
"Are you not scared?" She asks. "The stories are not all fairy-tales."
"You've never hurt me before. I just know more now." I reply honestly. "Nothing has changed."
She hums. "...I wouldn't say no. But not in this form, we will both overheat."
I blink in confusion as the great beast shrinks, fur dissapears to be replaced by tanned, scared skin- but not all of it, fur runs up her chest, her back, under her arms, a trail of it down to her waist and-
I flush harder at the mix, of beautiful woman and wild, untamed nature, brought together to make someone warm, someone kind, someone strong.
She laughs. "What? Not what you expected?"
"I didn't think you could... change at will like that."
"Most can't." She grins, she still has fangs, her eyes are still wild. "Hybrid Perks." She laughs. "A little more human to work with..."
She touches my face, brings me in against her, my heart wants to beat out of my chest as her sharp nails trail down the side of my neck and I feel myself shudder.
It escapes me, for a moment. That I had known her since childhood. That this was my closest, dearest freind and assigned protector, before it all comes crashing back. I doubt myself, if this may change things. But it is far too late for such things.
She takes me, presses her lips against mine, fangs digging at my skin and hands beginning to wander across my dress, my breath catches.
And... my doubt is gone. And I am consumed by the beast, lovingly, completely.
Emrys knocks on the apartment door.
"Angelica, you ho—"
"WEREWOLF?!" fills her hearing, very much heightened from the code that ran through her bio-mechanical circuitry.
She's taken by surprise as she takes seconds to process.
I'm gonna regret this, she thinks, flicking her wrist and unlocking the door from outside.
She steps inside, caution filling her every step. And then—
"Emrys!" Angelica shouts, running up to her friend. Her visor painted white, drool running down her chin, she pants in utter bliss. "You need to read this. Or I can tell you, Ah~ I need to tell you."
"Uh, I shou—"
Emrys is cut off as her friend takes her hand and she's pulled vigorously into said friend's room, visual sensors overloaded with pinks, purples, and blues.
"Okay, so it starts with the princess as she hears groaning coming from the hunter's tent. She gets all curious and walks in on her as"—Angelica's visor is blasted with fresh steam—"a werewolf. She's such a wonderful person, immediately concerned when faced with such an clear danger. Ah, how I wish that could me~"
Emrys gulps.
"She wastes no time, going up to her childhood friend turned beast~—"
"Oh Solver, she just moaned the word 'beast.'"
"She urges to help, knowing all of what that means. Or at least, what she thinks it does~"
Emrys isn't sure what to do. She wants partially to leave as she's told about the smut written of Spectre's partners of all people. But then she sees how... energetic Angelica is and stays.
"Then it gets turned up—"
"And you turned on."
Angelica laughs. "Maybe?"
Emrys laughs as well, pointing at the panting drone. "Don't say 'maybe!' We both know fully that's not true."
"Ehehe..." Angelica scratches her cheek as things settle... for a moment.
"But! BUT!" And then she's back to her usual self. "She accepts the offer. T-the hunter does. And she transforms into a hybrid!"
"Girl, you're gonna fall apart if you keep shaking like this."
"CAN YOU BLAME ME?! It's so beautiful. So hot~ Ah, I can't get enough. She pounces onto the princess with a kiss of utter passion. But then! THEN! It cuts off right as things really heat up! Can you believe that?!"
Angelica's practically steaming for real, not just on her face. She falls back on her bed with a frustrated moan.
"Ah~ I need more~ MORE!~" She throws her arms up. "SHE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!"
As everything comes to an end, the virtual adrenaline dissipating, and Angelica's body quickly overheating from the recoil, she doesn't see Emrys bring over a jug of oil from the fridge with her Solver.
"Uh huh. Please drink. I can't have you melting on me."
The jug is grabbed and quickly emptied before it's put back down and Emrys turns to her phone, quickly unlocking the screensaver of a drone with fangs grinning as he leans over another against a tree. She opens up the messaging app, and Tera's sent a stream of notices.
[Sinful_Innocence] TERA!
[Sinful_Innocence] Ter aI I need to neet your wife
[Sinful_Innocence] PLEASE! I nedd more!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!
[Sinful_Innocence] Even just her autograph! I'll give you ANYTHING~
"Good! Doomslayer and the other ones have been good. I keep changing up their names. Because I have one at Solis's ranch and two that you and Tera gave me! I'm thinking of Missile launcher for Tera's and probably Pipe bomb for yours!" She said with a mischievous chuckle.
"Good! I'm helping him out at the ranch since one of the baby sentinels just got weaned off oil, and now switching to Murder Drone Oil. Yeah we're gonna start training them soon!"
The fear and hopelessness at the time had been beaten down, torn up, and replanted;
With anger.
Blind, white hot, simmering rage.
Of all the times she'd been ignored, intentionally by him, unintentionally by her mother as she was too busy defending herself verbally or recovering.
Every time she'd fallen asleep to them fighting and woken up with it still going on, ad infinitum.
So now, whenever she'd thought about him, she'd have a vision of violently beating him with a bat, or a pipe, really any blunt object her brain came up with.
Which was, minorly terrifying. Considering she had never had fantasies about hurting anyone, ever.
She'd joke about wanting to explode people with her mind, but that's what it clearly was, a joke.
This she could feel in her hands, the weight of the pipe and the smell of oil.
It wasn't pleasant.
She'd spook herself if she thought about it too long. Even the awareness that this was probably the "anger" part of the grieving process didn't really help all that much.
"Oh where do we start with that..." Zoe chuckles. "Was the most stupid hill Dad ever decided to die on. "
Kiara snorts in genuine rage. "Oooh, I had almost blocked that out." Her chassis is genuinely hot to the touch.
"So Jeremy was my freind, medical student, like me. But like, tiny droneling medical. CPR, Bandaging... that kind of thing." Kiara whirls around, eyelights angry "Emergency Medicine."
"And we did CPR practice! Like, you know, medical students, like we were. He practiced on me, I volunteered, CPR is blowing into a drones mouth to force their vents clear."
"Dad." She looks at the ceiling and makes a very pissed sounding noise. "Decided that this was actually just an excuse, and what actually happened was is that he kissed me."
Zoe is trying not to laugh.
"He went. And appeared. At Jeremy's house. And then fought his dad."
"His dad. An active gaurd." Zoe clarifies.
"And lost so bad he couldn't see out of his visor until he got it replaced a month later." Kiara finished. "And it only took that long because he refused to admit he was blind."
"Or that he lost."
"And Jeremy never spoke to me again! He was afraid of Dad!" Kiara exclaimes. "Looked at me like he was about to explode on the spot until he moved classes to go into modification medicine instead."
"He had an accident at work." Zoe says simply. "Was never the same after." She shrugs, looking pointedly at a screw in the floor.
Kiara leans into the hug, her grip is stronger then usual, holding her tight before pulling away. "Yeah. I was too young to remember that..." Kiara joins. "I remember he was gone for awhile. And when he came back he was... different."
"Uhm..." She looks at the carnage her metal fist wrought. "Not worse."
She vents out, heat ticking down as she visibly calms.
Zoe hums. "You have a strong sense of justice, and you've never once shown an once of rage this entire time. Even when you're pissed, You always rationalize your feelings away like that don't matter."
She places a hand on her sisters shoulders. "Feel your feelings and they'll stop feeling like they control you."
Kiara pummeles the back of her sisters head more. But it doesn't seem to actually hurt at all because she doesn't stop laughing. "You always had to write down your fantasy first."
"Guys!"
Benji just laughs. "I remember me writing in my diary about how pretty Zoe was, and how strong she was."
Zoe flushes. "Ben-"
"Wrote about her rescuing me from the clutches of a witch who was forcefully keeping me a girl."
He nods in understanding. "Oh god, the dares..." He seems to scrunch up slightly before shaking it off and clearing his throat. "A-Anyway, y-yeah. Writing is normal. Especially when you are a repressed teenage girl."
Zoe sets Kiara back down. "It is. But it's still fun to tease. Hehe."
"Pretty sure mum wants another kid... but just with Robin. Don't think that's actually going to happen though."
Benji returns Kim back to Spectre and goes to continue with dinner. Which begins to smell a bit like spicy rubber.
Kiara's eyelights widen. "She does?"
Zoe shrugs. "I think so? She was talking about babies last time she was over. But... she's getting a bit old for that."
"She's not that old..."
"Old enough that code starts to be... less fluid. 50 years was our old warranty date. After that? Code starts getting patches of corruption, you know that."
He had it planned. The movie was chosen, he was dressed... and had already sent the text letting Cassidy know that he was on his way.
He had checked his hair in the mirror at least twice, which helped because he had brushed it a little better after bumping his head on his closet door while getting ready.
In front of the door, he smiled a bit and texted Cassidy instead of knocking. He didn't want to wake up any sleeping kids after all, that would just be rude.
( @b-free FIRST DATE )
Cassidy was finishing up her look, putting her skirt over her thighs now half painted white.
It was nice of Ai to make us an outfit.
She sat down and looked at her legs, her feet partially shifting into heels only about an inch or two.
"Ai designed it but Spectre made it. It was nice of them both."
Standing, she walked to the mirror in her room to check herself. Her hair was simply brushed, nothing more. It was a movie, after all. She had a black off shoulder top with a crop tank top underneath. The top's sleeves went down to her fingers, soft stretchy fabric over her wrists and covering the back and palm of her hands. A matching black skirt rested on her hips, showing the bit of her thigh that had been painted white, giving the illusion of long black thigh high socks. She even had a different kind of black lining around her feet to detail a set of ankle boots.
He's here, came seconds before Cassidy heard the knocking.
She nodded, going to her desk to do one final touch up, putting on her shimmering silicone tint. The action brought a smile to her face.
When she opened the door, she had a small red purse around her shoulders.
"Ohthankgoodness." He sighed, seeing her at first. He'd not dressed too fancy, though he had worried that his choice in outfit would make one of them stand out. A nice set of dark wash jeans, a new pair by the creases that could still be caught on one knee, and a simple short sleeve button up with a large leaf pattern in pale green on a dark base was all he wore. Along with his new sneakers.
"I-I'm ready! That's a pretty dress!" Sparrow reached out, offering her his hand. "How are you today?" He chose to ask politely as they set off together. A couple blush lines traced near his cheeks as his free hand tried to brush some of his stray curls from his visor at his forehead. The strands didn't want to stay out of the way, so they were allowed to rest away from the styled back look he had put the rest of his hair in.
Cassidy laughed. "It's not a dress, but close enough. And"—she smiled—"thank you. My sister and mother put it together for me. This is Ai's definition of 'casual date attire,' it seems."
She took Sparrow's hand as they walked.
"You look very nice as well. So, what are we watching? I don't recall if you've told me."
"Oh!" Sparrow laughed softly. "It looks a lot like a dress! Your sister and mom are super good!" He let himself look her over as they walked before he stepped a little closer. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand gently.
"I didn't tell you. I wanted to keep the movie a surprise until we got there!" He gave a big grin before he let it drop to a little more of a calm smile. The scar from his surgery was able to be seen a bit clearer with his hair the way it was.
"Well you look very pretty." He smiled. "Not too pretty too! I don't think I'd be able to talk so well if you were!" Sparrow laughed a little nervously as his blush grew from the admission.
"I... I was a little nervous... for the date, but mostly for the internship. I feel like... even if the date goes bad, we'd not hate each other." His hand squeezed her's. "And I'm feeling pretty confident that you'll like the movie I picked out. At least a little bit." A proud smile settled on his face at that.
"Well"—she grinned, unzipping the bag and taking out the ruby red shimmering tint—"maybe a little exposure therapy will help you will that. Though you might end up speechless for a different reason."
She chuckled, putting it back in the bag. "I'm sure I will. Not that critical of a movie watcher."
He pouted a little, blushing a bit at the sight of the tint, but only because he could see it working really well with her outfit.
"Well..." His hand let her own go, and he dared to slip his arm around her waist as they approached the theater. "I'm sure that, while you'll be breathtaking no matter the pretty outfit, I'll learn to control my brain melting into goo." Which he was doing fairly well at the moment.
His free hand slipped into his pocket, and handed over the tickets to the drone tearing them.
"Eight is going to be down the left on your right." The stubs were handed back.
"Do you want popcorn or a drink?" Sparrow glanced toward the concession counter, which held a small line.
"I... saved up..." He huffed softly. "I've been doing extra chores and some other errands... I might have been uh... planning to ask you out to the movies on my own... before we started dating." He was a little flustered, but there was a smile on his face.
He brought her to the line and looked at the options. "A large popcorn and... two drinks... Do you want anything else?" She was blinked at with a curious look.
He nodded, and once they got to the front he ordered as the bar was rung up.
The clerk just smirked at the way Sparrow had to take his arm from Cassidy's waist to get his wallet and pay. The wallet was new with a securing chain that clipped on his belt-loop. The design wasn't clear to see before it was put away and he grabbed the drinks, handing Cassidy her's before he also took the popcorn.
"What do you think of movies that are a sort of a modern take on ancient legends?" Sparrow asked as they headed to the theater, looking at her as he spoke.
"In what way?" she replied. "I don't know many ancient legends, so it's hard to really compare them to the originals. I know Spectre enjoys anything with a wendigo in it."
"Like... they don't change too much to the original myth. I guess the example would be Until Dawn, since that's a nod toward that." The sign above the door that he held open read The Great Wall.
"Good! Doomslayer and the other ones have been good. I keep changing up their names. Because I have one at Solis's ranch and two that you and Tera gave me! I'm thinking of Missile launcher for Tera's and probably Pipe bomb for yours!" She said with a mischievous chuckle.
"Good! I'm helping him out at the ranch since one of the baby sentinels just got weaned off oil, and now switching to Murder Drone Oil. Yeah we're gonna start training them soon!"
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The fear and hopelessness at the time had been beaten down, torn up, and replanted;
With anger.
Blind, white hot, simmering rage.
Of all the times she'd been ignored, intentionally by him, unintentionally by her mother as she was too busy defending herself verbally or recovering.
Every time she'd fallen asleep to them fighting and woken up with it still going on, ad infinitum.
So now, whenever she'd thought about him, she'd have a vision of violently beating him with a bat, or a pipe, really any blunt object her brain came up with.
Which was, minorly terrifying. Considering she had never had fantasies about hurting anyone, ever.
She'd joke about wanting to explode people with her mind, but that's what it clearly was, a joke.
This she could feel in her hands, the weight of the pipe and the smell of oil.
It wasn't pleasant.
She'd spook herself if she thought about it too long. Even the awareness that this was probably the "anger" part of the grieving process didn't really help all that much.
"Oh where do we start with that..." Zoe chuckles. "Was the most stupid hill Dad ever decided to die on. "
Kiara snorts in genuine rage. "Oooh, I had almost blocked that out." Her chassis is genuinely hot to the touch.
"So Jeremy was my freind, medical student, like me. But like, tiny droneling medical. CPR, Bandaging... that kind of thing." Kiara whirls around, eyelights angry "Emergency Medicine."
"And we did CPR practice! Like, you know, medical students, like we were. He practiced on me, I volunteered, CPR is blowing into a drones mouth to force their vents clear."
"Dad." She looks at the ceiling and makes a very pissed sounding noise. "Decided that this was actually just an excuse, and what actually happened was is that he kissed me."
Zoe is trying not to laugh.
"He went. And appeared. At Jeremy's house. And then fought his dad."
"His dad. An active gaurd." Zoe clarifies.
"And lost so bad he couldn't see out of his visor until he got it replaced a month later." Kiara finished. "And it only took that long because he refused to admit he was blind."
"Or that he lost."
"And Jeremy never spoke to me again! He was afraid of Dad!" Kiara exclaimes. "Looked at me like he was about to explode on the spot until he moved classes to go into modification medicine instead."
"He had an accident at work." Zoe says simply. "Was never the same after." She shrugs, looking pointedly at a screw in the floor.
Kiara leans into the hug, her grip is stronger then usual, holding her tight before pulling away. "Yeah. I was too young to remember that..." Kiara joins. "I remember he was gone for awhile. And when he came back he was... different."
"Uhm..." She looks at the carnage her metal fist wrought. "Not worse."
She vents out, heat ticking down as she visibly calms.
Zoe hums. "You have a strong sense of justice, and you've never once shown an once of rage this entire time. Even when you're pissed, You always rationalize your feelings away like that don't matter."
She places a hand on her sisters shoulders. "Feel your feelings and they'll stop feeling like they control you."
Kiara pummeles the back of her sisters head more. But it doesn't seem to actually hurt at all because she doesn't stop laughing. "You always had to write down your fantasy first."
"Guys!"
Benji just laughs. "I remember me writing in my diary about how pretty Zoe was, and how strong she was."
Zoe flushes. "Ben-"
"Wrote about her rescuing me from the clutches of a witch who was forcefully keeping me a girl."
He nods in understanding. "Oh god, the dares..." He seems to scrunch up slightly before shaking it off and clearing his throat. "A-Anyway, y-yeah. Writing is normal. Especially when you are a repressed teenage girl."
Zoe sets Kiara back down. "It is. But it's still fun to tease. Hehe."
"Pretty sure mum wants another kid... but just with Robin. Don't think that's actually going to happen though."
Benji returns Kim back to Spectre and goes to continue with dinner. Which begins to smell a bit like spicy rubber.
Kiara's eyelights widen. "She does?"
Zoe shrugs. "I think so? She was talking about babies last time she was over. But... she's getting a bit old for that."
"She's not that old..."
"Old enough that code starts to be... less fluid. 50 years was our old warranty date. After that? Code starts getting patches of corruption, you know that."
He had it planned. The movie was chosen, he was dressed... and had already sent the text letting Cassidy know that he was on his way.
He had checked his hair in the mirror at least twice, which helped because he had brushed it a little better after bumping his head on his closet door while getting ready.
In front of the door, he smiled a bit and texted Cassidy instead of knocking. He didn't want to wake up any sleeping kids after all, that would just be rude.
( @b-free FIRST DATE )
Cassidy was finishing up her look, putting her skirt over her thighs now half painted white.
It was nice of Ai to make us an outfit.
She sat down and looked at her legs, her feet partially shifting into heels only about an inch or two.
"Ai designed it but Spectre made it. It was nice of them both."
Standing, she walked to the mirror in her room to check herself. Her hair was simply brushed, nothing more. It was a movie, after all. She had a black off shoulder top with a crop tank top underneath. The top's sleeves went down to her fingers, soft stretchy fabric over her wrists and covering the back and palm of her hands. A matching black skirt rested on her hips, showing the bit of her thigh that had been painted white, giving the illusion of long black thigh high socks. She even had a different kind of black lining around her feet to detail a set of ankle boots.
He's here, came seconds before Cassidy heard the knocking.
She nodded, going to her desk to do one final touch up, putting on her shimmering silicone tint. The action brought a smile to her face.
When she opened the door, she had a small red purse around her shoulders.
"Ohthankgoodness." He sighed, seeing her at first. He'd not dressed too fancy, though he had worried that his choice in outfit would make one of them stand out. A nice set of dark wash jeans, a new pair by the creases that could still be caught on one knee, and a simple short sleeve button up with a large leaf pattern in pale green on a dark base was all he wore. Along with his new sneakers.
"I-I'm ready! That's a pretty dress!" Sparrow reached out, offering her his hand. "How are you today?" He chose to ask politely as they set off together. A couple blush lines traced near his cheeks as his free hand tried to brush some of his stray curls from his visor at his forehead. The strands didn't want to stay out of the way, so they were allowed to rest away from the styled back look he had put the rest of his hair in.
Cassidy laughed. "It's not a dress, but close enough. And"—she smiled—"thank you. My sister and mother put it together for me. This is Ai's definition of 'casual date attire,' it seems."
She took Sparrow's hand as they walked.
"You look very nice as well. So, what are we watching? I don't recall if you've told me."
"Oh!" Sparrow laughed softly. "It looks a lot like a dress! Your sister and mom are super good!" He let himself look her over as they walked before he stepped a little closer. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand gently.
"I didn't tell you. I wanted to keep the movie a surprise until we got there!" He gave a big grin before he let it drop to a little more of a calm smile. The scar from his surgery was able to be seen a bit clearer with his hair the way it was.
"Well you look very pretty." He smiled. "Not too pretty too! I don't think I'd be able to talk so well if you were!" Sparrow laughed a little nervously as his blush grew from the admission.
"I... I was a little nervous... for the date, but mostly for the internship. I feel like... even if the date goes bad, we'd not hate each other." His hand squeezed her's. "And I'm feeling pretty confident that you'll like the movie I picked out. At least a little bit." A proud smile settled on his face at that.
"Well"—she grinned, unzipping the bag and taking out the ruby red shimmering tint—"maybe a little exposure therapy will help you will that. Though you might end up speechless for a different reason."
She chuckled, putting it back in the bag. "I'm sure I will. Not that critical of a movie watcher."
He pouted a little, blushing a bit at the sight of the tint, but only because he could see it working really well with her outfit.
"Well..." His hand let her own go, and he dared to slip his arm around her waist as they approached the theater. "I'm sure that, while you'll be breathtaking no matter the pretty outfit, I'll learn to control my brain melting into goo." Which he was doing fairly well at the moment.
His free hand slipped into his pocket, and handed over the tickets to the drone tearing them.
"Eight is going to be down the left on your right." The stubs were handed back.
"Do you want popcorn or a drink?" Sparrow glanced toward the concession counter, which held a small line.
"I... saved up..." He huffed softly. "I've been doing extra chores and some other errands... I might have been uh... planning to ask you out to the movies on my own... before we started dating." He was a little flustered, but there was a smile on his face.
He brought her to the line and looked at the options. "A large popcorn and... two drinks... Do you want anything else?" She was blinked at with a curious look.
He nodded, and once they got to the front he ordered as the bar was rung up.
The clerk just smirked at the way Sparrow had to take his arm from Cassidy's waist to get his wallet and pay. The wallet was new with a securing chain that clipped on his belt-loop. The design wasn't clear to see before it was put away and he grabbed the drinks, handing Cassidy her's before he also took the popcorn.
"What do you think of movies that are a sort of a modern take on ancient legends?" Sparrow asked as they headed to the theater, looking at her as he spoke.
"In what way?" she replied. "I don't know many ancient legends, so it's hard to really compare them to the originals. I know Spectre enjoys anything with a wendigo in it."
