HOCUS POCUS

“Oh, believe me, I didn’t think it was anything less~.”

Poco purrs, grinning from ear to ear, looking over her six-and-a-half beefcake bod, flexing her– their bicep, giving it a loud, smacking smooch. God, she loved being this big, and she loved Naco for giving it to her!

Ow.

Ow!

SWEET KAMI OW THAT FRIGGIN’ SMARTS!

Naco’s eyes bulge out a little at the gut-punch, coughing once as he does his damnedest to keep from totally doubling over. He grits his teeth, sucks in a breath, and lets it out. 

“Pocus.”

She’s sobbing.

“Pocus.”

She’s a wreck.

“Pocus.”

He wraps his biceps around her, pulling her into a hug as majin tears flow down his shoulder. 

“That’s bullshit. And the insulting thing is, you know it.”

“If you really were nothing more than just a- just a weapon to be used, then why even give this a shot? Why play it along as long as it’s gone on?”

He looks her square in the eye- the green burning brightly with the passions of both his races. 

“Despite working for an agency that literally travels through time- I can’t tell you what your future holds. Maybe you will go bad- but the girl I see here? The one so worried about someone else being dragged into such a thing? Maybe she thinks she’s bad, but I guarantee you everyone else believes in her. The gang of friends who watch her back believe in her. The patrollers she looks after like a mom believe in her. I believe in her.”

He looks away a little, and sniffs, “And… and maybe she wants to make the choice to not be together- but she can’t decide for me that she’s too dangerous to be around. That’s my choice. Love isn’t about deserving it or not- it’s a choice two people make. I’ve made up my mind about it, Pocus. I love you.”

As Pocus is pulled into Naco’s embrace, a sharp gasp escapes her. Horrified, she writhes, trying to break free, but his grip is too firm for her to manage, and she’s terrified of allowing herself to return his embrace.

And so she cries.

The wrenching howls of heartache rips themselves from her throat, her entire face burning as the warmth of her tears continue to stream down over Naco’s shoulder. For ten minutes solid she can’t stop herself, Her shoulders shaking with each new release of the months of pent-up despair she’s hidden from him ever since she first felt feelings towards him.

“I-I…” Pocus blubbers, trying to find the words amidst her painfully dry throat, “I wanted to know what it felt like…! I wanted to know what it was like to be with someone! B-Because I know I could never have it for real–!”

Finally, she gives in. Her arms throw themselves around Naco, stretching back to his front, binding him in her returned embrace, her body still warm with her bout of sobs through it’s finally come down to a still.

“Oh, believe me, I didn’t think it was anything less~.”

Poco purrs, grinning from ear to ear, looking over her six-and-a-half beefcake bod, flexing her– their bicep, giving it a loud, smacking smooch. God, she loved being this big, and she loved Naco for giving it to her!

Naco let’s out a long, drawn out breath.

“Jeeze… Kami, where do I start.”

He closes his eyes, takes in a short breath, and claps his hands together.

“First of all- Pocus, you are… probably the most amazing girl I’ve had the chance to hang with. You are… you are SO strong, stronger than you even know and give credit to yourself for- I know you feel like maybe you don’t deserve the good will you’ve been given by us- I mean, come on, fusion goes both ways. I’ve been pretty literally in your head.”

He smiles lightly, tapping the side of his own noggin, before going back to seriousness.

“And, like… you do so much for the sake of others. Good things, unsavory things- and honestly? I… feel like maybe that’s still the right thing to do. I mean, I would do anything to keep Urito and the rest of my family safe- and the Time Patrol has become kind of family too, you know? Even if Mr. Eggplant refuses my brotherly advances.”

“But the thing is… you’re like, LEAGUES more powerful than me. You physically CAN do these things to protect everybody.”

He takes a seat beside Pocus, hanging his head low, “But me? I’m just… I’m just Naco. I talk a big game and I flirt and I wink, but… what if I’m holding you back, you know?”

Taking a big breath, he looks Pocus in the face and takes off his shades.

“But in spite of that… if you’ll have me, I still wanna be with you. No more subtext, no more waiting for the other one to make a move. This is me- making my move.”

He extends a hand towards her, smiling, “So?”

Pocus’s breath hitches in her throat, tears dotting the corners of her eyes. A trembling hand slowly creeps its way up over her heart, the uncontrollable pounding ringing in her ears.

...No. This is wrong. He’s too good, too fragile, too pure...he can’t be hers. She’ll corrupt this wonderful starlight in a twisted world that runs on shades of grey.

And it would be the most evil, wicked act she could ever commit in all the worlds.

Pocus takes a deep breath, and sighs...

...and then, throws her fist into Naco’s stomach. There is nothing playful whatsoever about the action. She holds nothing back.

“...Do you understand now?” Her voice is a hoarse whisper. “I’m not an amazing girl. I’m not even a sinful woman. I’m nothing. Power is all I am. Destruction and how I apply it is all that defines me. And one day I’m just going to end up a mindless killer that they’ll have to put down.”

She shudders heavily, her voice becoming stronger, but giving way to budding sobs.

“All I do is leech off the people in my life to give me some kind of purpose...! You could never ‘hold me back’, Naco, you’re what holds me together!” 

She breaks down into pitiful blubbering, tears streaming freely down her face, held in her hands as her entire body trembles, a fortress of strength now shivering with utter weakness.

“Oh, believe me, I didn’t think it was anything less~.”

Poco purrs, grinning from ear to ear, looking over her six-and-a-half beefcake bod, flexing her– their bicep, giving it a loud, smacking smooch. God, she loved being this big, and she loved Naco for giving it to her!

“I uh… I dunno, I mean it might be better for us to do this face to face? But also I kind of just… like this.”

He clears his throat- damn, was it getting hot in here or what? 

“S-so, you know, uh… I guess whatever you’re, uh… Yeah let’s do this face to face, this is important.”

Poco can’t help but utter a small whine at Naco’s answer. She looks down at her body, this absolute pinnacle of physical perfection brought on by a bond so cherished by her...and knows in her heart this might be the last time she ever sees it. Curling up a bit, she softly hugs herself...

...then, with a resolved sigh, she lets go. Her torso and stomach begin to deform, rippling like water and opening to allow the blonde head and torso of the half-saiyan to return to the outside world, his legs soon parting out from her own.

And...that was that. She was just Pocus again. And she suspected that’s the way it was gonna stay, this time.

“Oh, believe me, I didn’t think it was anything less~.”

Poco purrs, grinning from ear to ear, looking over her six-and-a-half beefcake bod, flexing her– their bicep, giving it a loud, smacking smooch. God, she loved being this big, and she loved Naco for giving it to her!

Inner-Naco actually blushes a little from this.

“O-oh!” He had… honestly never thought about it like that before. The thought… it definitely wasn’t unpleasant. 

“I uh- wow, Pocus that’s- I…”

He groans a little and mentally smacks his mental-self in the face.

“Pocus… ah jeeze, I’m really fuckin’ stupid, you know? Kami, we just- you know we play these kind of ‘cat and mouse’ games about it, but can we… can we actually talk about this? Us? The whole thing?”

Poco freezes on the spot. A deeper red comes over her cheeks as she hears Naco’s following questions. Her heart hammers harder in her chest, a sensation he’d also be privy too. Was he...?

“...I-I’ll sit us down...”

She vanish-steps over to the park sector, slowly seating her-- their bottom down onto a park bench, sighing. She twiddles her thumbs, biting her lips.

“D...Do you want me to...split us up for this, or is-- is this okay--?”

“Oh, believe me, I didn’t think it was anything less~.”

Poco purrs, grinning from ear to ear, looking over her six-and-a-half beefcake bod, flexing her– their bicep, giving it a loud, smacking smooch. God, she loved being this big, and she loved Naco for giving it to her!

“Truly, a fate worse than death,” Brain-Naco says, dramatically laying on an imaginary fainting couch.

“Woe is me, what-EVER shall I do~? Forced to live a life of bodily perfection, who could wish such a thing on even their WORST enemy?”

Poco gives a surprisingly very un-Pocus like giggle, her body swaying back at Naco’s projected action, before uprighting herself.

“Eeheehaha! H-Hey, don’t tease me, now! I’m being totally serious, here!” Poco lightly smacks the side of her head with two fingers. “Big goof... The more time we spend as one, the more it’s gonna feel natural to me, you know? You gonna take responsibility, hun?”

She runs her fingers along her chiseled abdomen, the sensation shared with Naco.

“Genius is often labelled madness. I don’t expect you to be able to think far enough ahead to understand what I mean to achieve.

It makes little difference in the end. You’ll understand everything, once you’ve become one with me.”

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