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The Blob

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Space is a vast, infinite vacuum of silence.

The worst silence you could ever hear. Much like how the stones in purgatory are maddeningly smooth.

Grace Ryland wasn't sure if he could take the hum of the Hail Mary's air filtration system much longer.

But that was before he met Rocky. The language barrier was an inconvenience at first but after successfully translating 156 words, it's been nothing but smooth sailing from there.

Now the air is light and full of laughter thanks to the aliens accidental humor. They spend their days monitoring astrophage, learning from each other and sharing stories from their homes.

Though Grace loves his new alien pal like a brother, there's something missing from his life.

Love,

Romance,

Passion.

All things he swore he hadn't needed on Earth. So why did he crave it now?

The day started like all the others before it. The sound of Rocky's geometric dome rumbling against the floor is the first thing Grace hears. It's faint, somewhere a few halls down, not enough to wake him up and definitely not as loud as-

"Unidentified spacecraft approaching."

Ryland jolts up from his bed, landing on his feet, fists clenched defensively.

"I'm up! What's happening?" Grace shouts, voice shaky with nerves.

"Unidentified spacecraft approaching." Mary repeats.

Grace grabs his glasses from the nightstand just as a frantic, clattering sound starts to get closer.

"Shit! They got in!"

The science teacher is unprepared, looking around for a weapon and coming up short.

He turns to the space under his bed. Not the most heroic thing to do but if it'd help him survive an alien invasion on his ship then he'd stick it out.

But it's too late.

Ryland lets out a shriek when Rocky turns the corner, skidding into the room.

"Oh! Rocky- Hey!" Grace tries to play of the girlish noise and if Rocky noticed, (he definitely did) he didn't say anything. Especially when there's a greater matter at hand.

Rocky spills out an onslaught of panicked chirps, the translator barely keeping up with how fast his notes are.

"Grace! Grace! Follow now, statement!" Rocky then takes off down the hall toward the lab capsule. Grace follows behind with alarmed questions of his own.

"What's going on? There's another ship?"

Rocky doesn't answer and instead speedily makes his way to the cupola window, pointing aggressively out into space.

And there it is. Giant. Unmistakable. Taking up the whole damn window.

"It's a planet." Grace folds his arms, shaking his head in disbelief. Perhaps Mary needs to be re-calibrated and Rocky needed a nap.

Just outside the window is a massive blue sphere. Grace almost mistakes it for Neptune had it not been for the bright, purple streak smeared across it's surface.

"Grace wearing glasses. How not see?" Rocky's plates shift in irritation as he turns to face Ryland.

"I can see just fine. Looks like a planet to me." Grace shifts on his feet, certain and ready to go back to bed.

He's usually not too keen on sleep but he's had a few all nighters monitoring astrophage and this was his crash time that Rocky was seriously cutting into.

"Closer, look! There!" Rocky points insistently on his dome.

Graces eyes squint as he steps closer to the window.

For a moment nothing happens. Just a blue ball floating in place. Nothing special.

And then he sees it. Small, but there- a ripple in the planets surface.

Then all at once it glazes over, becoming clear like a bubble as an iridescent, rainbow sheen settles over the exterior.

Grace flinches away in disbelief, looking over at Rocky incredulously. "What the hell is that?"

"Mary said twice. Is ship." Rocky's tone is monotone as if the answer was blatantly obvious.

"An alien ship?" Grace asks, shock still evident in his voice.

"Yes, alien. Though Rocky not know where it from. May be friendly."

"Friendly..?" His voice trails off, eyes squinting at the ship again. It did look sort of innocent, maybe Grace'll have another alien friend by the end of the day.

"It's doing something.. Wait- why is it getting closer?!" Grace watches, stance now defensive as he watches the orb advance.

"Could also be dangerous. We move ship." Rocky turns his body, bolting down the hall and swerving around the corner.

Grace is close behind, quickly overtaking Rocky with a sprint and running through the don't go crazy room before opening the cockpit door.

They immediately flood the room, rushing to move Mary out of the way.

Rocky shouts commands at Grace as he tries to keep up, buckling himself into the pilot seat.

The panels come to life, switching on and thrumming under Graces hesitant hands.

Mary's voice speaks clearly over Rocky's demands as the mission control center lights up. "Pilot detected."

"Right! Go right! Why Grace not listen!?" Rocky stomps a leg on the ground frustratedly.

If Ryland was being completely honest, he wasn't very confident in his abilities just yet. There'd been several practice runs with Rocky in the last few months but Grace still gets a bit shaky when he has to steer.

"Performance issues..?" He trails off uneasily.

Rocky turns to the ship window, the impending collision getting more dire with each second.

"Bad bad bad! Move now! Die! We die! Rocky, Grace die!" He slumps over in his ball, laying lifeless on the floor.

Grace rubs his hands together in an attempt to get rid of the nerves under his skin.

"Now or never." He lets out a quick exhale, grabbing the control stick and pushing it to the side a nudge.

"Good, good! More!" Rocky exclaims.

Ryland's hands are firm, gripped tight around the flight stick as he sends the Hail Mary hurling through space.

His eyes nervously flicker to the screen above him.

There was no way he hadn't lost them by now.

Grace watches the alien ship get smaller and smaller, until it completely disappears from the camera.

He drives a little further just to be sure before letting out a sigh of relief and turning to Rocky.

"Am I the best pilot or what?"

Rocky outstretches two legs to give Grace his famous thumbs up before turning to the window. He puts his hands on his head, suddenly panicked and stumbling around in his ball.

"What? What is it, Rock?" Ryland tenses, watching his alien friend suddenly lose his bearings.

"Grace, Rocky die! Ship back!" Rocky shouts, alarmed as Grace checks the window.

Low and behold, the sphere is back, now pulsing violently, rippling with a force powerful enough to rattle the ship.

"Rocky was right! Aggressive! Aggressive! Bad bad bad!"

Graces hands quickly come up to steer out of the way but it's too late, their ship is already completely engulfed.

Ryland doesn't even realize what's happened until after a blink, when there is no longer dark space outside, but pure blue.

His first instinct is to change into his suit, swiftly unbuckling his seat belt until he stands and realizes the temperature, gravity and atmosphere are still exactly the same.

He let's out another sigh of relief before looking over at Rocky who is staring at a wall.

Though Grace knew very well that he was looking through it.

Grace's stance squares, muscles spring loaded with nerves as he steps closer to Rocky. "What do you see?"

"Not sure. Odd shape. Grace and Rocky find out, question?" Rocky turns back toward Grace, legs wound up for a fight.

"Grace and Rocky find out, statement." Ryland grabs a coffee mug, ready to use it as a makeshift weapon if need be.

Grace opens the cockpit door, slowly peeking his head around the door frame.

"Which way do we go?" Grace whispers, careful not to alert anything unfriendly that might be on the ship.

"Crazy room." Rocky whispers back.

"It's called the don't go crazy room but sure." They very cautiously walk down the hall, stopping in front of the closed door.

Grace puts an ear to the surface, listening for anything besides the faint audio of the screens.

"Rocky can hear. Wobble shape very still." Rocky is still whispering, now rolling up beside Graces feet.

"What do you mean by 'wobble shape'?" Ryland's face twists in confusion and Rocky taps on a xenonite pane in response.

"Hard explain. Open door, be ready."

Grace nods, raising the mug high above his head. Taking a step forward, he sucks in a deep breath before pushing open the door.

The first thing Grace notices is a giant spill of viscous, translucent, pale blue liquid in the middle of the floor. The blob's surface suddenly jiggles up in surprise, gliding backwards quickly at the sight of the weapon.

Oh. So that's what 'wobble shape' meant.

"Is it..scared?" Grace asks, eyes squinting at the jello like substance.

"It look cautious..New friend!" Rocky's hands come up, rotating in the air happily as he rolls up to the blob.

"Woah woah! That thing could be dangerous!" But it's too late, as the blob has already grown two new appendages to poke at Rocky's ball.

"Danger! Danger!" Rocky mocks with a laugh before turning to Grace again. "Is humor."

The blobs head looks up at Grace, then the mug still clenched in his hand. Grace tenses and laughs nervously before setting it down on the ground.

"Hah..Safety precaution."

The blob suddenly loses interest and begins to circle Rocky, leaving not a single trail behind it.

Grace started to wonder what the thing even felt like.

No residue.. Was it a solid?

It behaved like water, but how much of it actually was? Maybe it felt like gelatin on the outside and water on the inside?

Would it be cold?

Stick to his hands?

What the hell is it even made of?

His thoughts are interrupted by a bright light in front of him. Grace completely misses the transformation though, now a little hurt by his carelessness.

"Wow! Amaze! Amaze! Amaze!" Rocky exclaims as Grace looks down to see a blue, perfect mirror image of Rocky- minus the ammonia filled cage.

The Rocky shaped blob extends it's legs, standing proudly as the real Rocky gives jazz hands of approval.

"That's- wow.. I guess you really are friendly." Grace smiles, the tension in his shoulders finally releasing.

The blob mimics Rocky's jazz hands, spinning in a circle happily.

"Name is Rocky. Human name is Grace." The Rock points, expecting full comprehension from the other alien.

Grace deadpans at the monotonous croak of his name in Eridian. He'd have to ask Rocky for a more melodic sounding nickname later.

While lost in thought, the alien lets out a high pitched chirp, tilting it's blue carapace to one side, a clear smile aimed at Grace.

Grace just can't wrap his head around how it just spoke a completely different alien language.

He had never heard another alien speak Eridian before, so this was new to him. The tones sounded clearer, a few octaves higher than Rocky's usual hello.

Is that because of the.. liquid it's made of?

Was it fluent in Eridian?

What's it's mother tongue?

How does it have the language down already?!

Ryland is is very obviously losing his mind, every scientific alarm in his head blaring louder than they did when he met Rocky.

It speaks Eridian! How!?

The blob looks up at Grace, clearly cluing in on his astounded facial expressions. It begins to circle him, using a back leg to poke at him.

Ryland tries not to flinch as he stares down at it's prodding hands.

The hard texture of it's rocky appendages shocks Ryland even further.

How?

It looked like water, behaved like a solid and it's viscosity changed when it became Rocky..

How the hell did that work?

After a moment, the jello takes a pace back as a pure white light flickers to life inside the sea of blue gel.

Graces eyes stay planted on the blob, being sure not to miss the process this time.

The liquid begins to aerate, filling with bubbles that calmly swirl around the intense glow.

The light spreads outward until Ryland has to shield his eyes with a squint.

From just behind the blinding light, Grace can see the jello squish and stretch tall.

No way! Was it going to get taller?

Ryland didn't think he could handle an alien so close in height to him. What if it was just as bossy as Rocky? That'd be a handful for sure.

A head begins to form, fluid hair growing out of their scalp and settling over their shoulders.

The shapes that were Rocky's legs now melt back into the mass before reforming into human arms and legs.

Grace's mouth widens in disbelief as the liquid splits into fingers that wiggle experimentally.

The light inside starts to flicker, sparkles akin to diamonds spreading across every inch inside of..her?

Grace can very faintly make out the soft curves of a woman as the light source has dimmed just a bit now.

The first streak of rainbow light glides across Graces eyes, stunning him for a moment before the room explodes into color.

Dazzling fragments of light spin around the room quickly, though for Grace it seems time has slowed down.

He stares in awe, watching two light sources suddenly split off from the glow in her chest.

Graces eyes follow, taking mental notes as they travel upward, becoming solid light and dimming as she closes her eyes.

She blinks furiously, hands coming up to rub at her eyes as the rainbow sheen on the walls slowly die out.

After recovering she looks up at Grace and makes an 'oh' with her mouth as if having an epiphany.

She looks through Ryland rather than at him, eyes scanning through something neither Grace or Rocky can see.

The light in her chest burns brighter as her eyes squint, scanning from left to right.

Grace goes to speak but is interrupted by a flare of light flashing in his eyes. He turns away in slight pain, using his index finger and thumb to soothe it.

Her and Rocky flinch back at the same time, worried for Grace as they both immediately move to stand before him.

"Grace okay!? Question! Answer! Answer!" Rocky exclaims, bouncing around in his ball anxiously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He assures, standing up from his pained slouch.

"I'm so sorry! I was trying to find the human word for my name and I wasn't paying attention-"

She's cut off by a baffled Grace Ryland.

"Woah- woah- woah! You speak English?!"

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Tags: meancaine!caine with fangs!faceslapping! spanking! doggystyle! masochism! biting! facefucking! tentacledick! rough sex!

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When I wake up the next morning I'm completely s#!%faced. It could be from the mix of substances in my system or the psychological torture I endured yesterday. But either way, I just wanna to stay in bed and try to ignore the pounding headache behind my eyes.

I'm not ready to face the day. ..or Caine.. Or even Jax for that matter. But of course when you speak of the devil-

Knock Knock Knock!

F*ck!

I groan, wrapping my blankets around me tighter in an attempt to hide away from who or whatever might be waiting for me behind the door.

Go away, go away, go away!

I pray silently, clenching my fists around the sheets as if it'll ground me to my bed instead of the other potential responsibilities in the circus ready to attack me.

And just my luck-

Knock Knock Knock!

"Ugh.."

I groan once more, this time rolling over to face the door and peeking out of my sheets. I watch a gloved hand push Bubble under the door, squishing him flat before he pops back to life and grins at me.

I sit up slowly in confusion, squinting at him as my blanket falls from my head. The hell is he doing here?

"Good morning..?" I greet him warily.

Suddenly he floats over to me and opens his mouth wide. My half conscious daze of confusion only gets worse when he rolls his tongue out and reveals a ring.

I take it cautiously and stare at it in my palm before looking back to Bubble, puzzled.

"Uhh..what?"

"Caine's totally spooked you don't like him anymore so he's throwing you a wedding as an apology for bailing on ya yesterday!"

He what? I must not be fully awake yet. I start to rub the sleep from my eyes as if it'll fix what Bubble just said.

"A wedding?" I ask, grogginess seeping from my voice.

"Yes indeed!" He nods adamantly.

Okay, so I didn't mishear him…That's gonna be a problem.

"That's not how..it works.."

"I get to be the preacher and the best man!" He declares with a proud grin, completely disregarding my previous statement.

"I fucking hate this circus.." I grumble with a yawn and slip out of bed, heading to the door with Bubble close behind.

Upon opening it, I expect to find Caine on the other side but instead I'm met with a single floating rose. I grab the flower, looking over at Bubble for an explanation but he's really not much help.

He just tilts his body to gesture at the line of floating roses leading down the hall.

"See ya' at the alter!"

His bow tie wiggles momentarily as if invisible hands are adjusting it.

And the worst part?

Before I can clarify how weddings work, he's floating up into the ceiling, clipping through the surface.

I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself to break Caine's heart.

By the time I get to the chapel doors (that were definitely not here yesterday) I'm holding an entire arm-full of roses that entirely incapacitate my hands.

And I'm not gonna lie..it's kind of winding me.

"Fuck these are heavy-" I wheeze, panting as my fingertips manage to capture the last rose.

I take a moment to catch my breath, breathing in as much air as possible before kicking the doors open.

Let's just get this over with already..

The room fills with muttering, gasps and 'wow's' from the reused NPC's who all turn to look at me from the pews. I can't help but glare at them as my eyebrows furrow in irritation.

He even made a crowd to watch the shit show.

I drop my over-sized bouquet on the floor before me with a huff, relieved to finally be free of the pollen infested burden. I step over them, looking towards the alter as my eyes meet his.

Caine blushes and fixes his bow tie nervously. His usual maroon suit is gone, instead replaced by a classic black and white tux.

I have to admit..black is definitely his color.

My eyes soften and wander for a moment too long before I scold myself to stay focused.

I harden my gaze again and as soon as I step foot on the carpeted aisle 'Here Comes the Bride' starts to play. Looking around at all the NPC's watching me, I refuse to play along and anxiously speed up my stride.

It doesn't matter though, as the tempo of the music follows closely behind me.

When I get to the alter I try to explain everything but Bubble interrupts and starts to marry us.

"Katze! Do you take Caine to be your lawf-"

"Stop!" I panic and pop him, his bow tie slowly descending to the floor. The room bursts into gasps and screams.

"Katze? What's going on?" Caine asks, mindfully looking over at the audience of NPC's.

"I can't marry you-"

The audience starts to gasp once more.

"Shut up!" I demand, turning to the crowd once more. I'm met with silence, save for a single cough from the schmuck in the back.

I send an annoyed glare to the sounds general direction before looking back at Caine. His eyes have doubled in size and are now glossy with well anticipated tears.

"Why can't we get married? Was it last night? I swear I-"

"I can't marry you because this isn't..exactly how it works." I explain and he snaps away all the NPC's, leaving us alone in the echo of the church.

"I..don't understand." He admits, now fidgeting with his thumbs.

I place a thoughtful hand on his shoulder, my voice coming out in a whisper to soften the blow.

"Caine.. We can't just skip ahead like that. Love takes time and love takes work. And you kind of missed those steps, yknow'?"

I watch as realization starts to take over his features.

"Oh. I suppose I have some reading up to do on your human customs.." He mumbles, tapping a finger on his jaw in thought.

"Yes, but also-"

I go to tell him the whole 'I'm so sorry I fucked with your feelings- I don't love you- please don't disintegrate the circus' talk but now he's floating in the air, turning away and grabbing his cane.

Is he seriously going to leave again?! I f#$%!^& hate when he does that!

I reach over and grab his coat tail tightly, prepared to pull him down and tell him off but instead I'm filled with nausea and a brief wave of sea sickness as the chapel distorts and morphs into itself. I clench my eyes shut and try to resist it.

When the distant zoom and stretch of the world is gone, I have to manually remember how to breathe. I huff, leaning my forehead against the surface in front of me, taking a second to recover.

Ugh..I hate it when he tele- wait, where did he take us?

When I finally come to the first thing I notice is where I am. Looking up at the dark, wooden door, I tilt my head in confusion when I see Jax's face plastered on it's grain.

Where's Caine? Why'd he bring us to Jax's room? Did he even mean to..?

And then my ears start to pick up faint voices from behind the door.

"He-ya there Jax!" Cain exclaims, I assume with a tip of his top hat.

"The hell do you want?" Jax asks, his usual sly tone now bored and disinterested.

"I wanted to ask about you humans and your romantic traditions!"

Is he seriously gonna talk to J*x about this?! He could've picked Kinger, he was married for god's sake!

Jax unexpectedly sounds completely engrossed in Caine's sudden appearance now and I would have continued to listen but-.

"Why are you on the floor.. in front of Jax's door..?" I hear a familiar voice question behind me, pulling my attention away from the voices. I don't even have to turn to know who it is.

"Oh hi Zooble! I was just looking for my uh- glasses!" I explain and stand all too quickly which earns me a squint of suspicion.

"No one here needs glasses." They point out, using a gloved hand to gesture to the digital cage we're in.

"Not those kind of glasses," I laugh as lightly as I can without raising any more doubt than I already had.

"I mean the liquid holding kind." I look at Zooble with a smile and pray this is enough to convince them I'm not a f#@%$*& weirdo.

Somehow they glide by the fact that glasses wouldn't be at the bottom of Jax's door.

"Oh. I think I saw some in the dining area. We could check if out if you want?" They ask so helpfully, I almost feel bad for deceiving them.

Almost.

"You're the best, Zoobs." So I put on a facade and I smile, baring my fangs in a friendly manner as we begin to walk down the corridor.

But still, I can't help but glance back at the door in wonder.

What the hell is Caine doing?

-TIME SKIP-

I would probably call my day uneventful if I somehow disregarded the underlying worry and fear of whatever Caine is planning. And I know he's planning something..

I just don't know what..or how to prepare for it, and every time I remember he can just pop up at the drop of a hat I get uncomfortable and hurry to divert my attention again.

Zooble, Gangle and Pomni spend the day as my own personal distractions and I'd be a fool if I didn't notice the odd looks they tossed me from time to time.

The lighting around us has dimmed to a calm glow as the moon settles in the sky. From my seat at the end of the square table I can see the strange way their eyes stare. I try not to let it bother me as I pour my tea.

"Uhh Katze?" I hear Pomni call out to me, her voice slightly unsure and worried.

"Hm?" I hum absentmindedly as I refill the tea in my cup, staring hard into the pool of golden liquid a if it'll pull my mind away from Caine but my streak of bad luck continues on.

My thoughts begin to run a million miles an hour despite my constant effort in keeping them away. I try not to think about the 'wedding' but it somehow keeps finding it's way back into my head, bringing up conclusions I didn't even consider before today.

Caine is clearly in love with me to some extent.. Is that supposed to mean something to me? I mean.. I feel like it should. He created an entire wedding ceremony just for me and it made me feel..special.

It felt like when he kissed m- Wait no!

I don't feel any particular way about Caine, it's strictly..professional! It's platonic in nature and I..kissed him first.

Oh god, I'm such an idiot! If I hadn't done that then the circus wouldn't be at risk of corrupting! Now I have to tell Caine I don't feel the same and pray he doesn't bug out.

How messed up is that?!

I'm snapped back into reality by the sound of Gangle's voice and realize only a few seconds had passed.

"You're spilling the tea.." Gangle informs me, pointing a ribbon to the fluid spilling from the rim of the cup.

I quickly tilt the teapot upright, stilling the flow as my face twists in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I try to laugh it off but it sounds a little shaky even to me.

I don't notice the death grip I have on the tea pot until Zooble pries the porcelain from my hands.

"What's up with you? You've been out of it all day." Zooble accuses, eyeing me skeptically.

"Nothings up, I just..really like tea." I deflect, bringing the full cup to my lips and sipping so I don't have to make eye contact any longer.

This is definitely not a conversation I want to have.

"You punched Ragatha because she said hi.." My eyebrows pinch together as Gangle reminds me about the earlier assault.

"She came out of no where!" I defend, folding my arms.

"You hissed at me for standing next to you." Pomni adds.

"You're too short for me to notice right away!" I explain, my ears turning down in slight shame. I really have been out of it..

"You've been paranoid since yesterday, what happened?" Zooble asks, folding their arms and glaring at me.

I struggle to meet their gazes and focus on drinking tea but when I do, I realize they just want to help. I sigh deeply and set down my cup.

"(Blah blah blah, big ol' explanation abt the wedding)- and I don't know how to feel."

They all stare at me for a moment before Pomni lets out a poorly stifled laugh.

"Why are you laughing!?" I ask, frustrated confusion plaguing my features.

Did I say all that in Mandarin or something?

"I was concerned you were going to abstract, I'm so relieved it's just a crush." She answers truthfully.

Despite attempting to being angry, my face is very clearly embarrassed and my voice can't help but crack. "It's not crush!"

"I've seen enough romance anime's to know when someones in love." Gangle snickers, hiding her smile behind a notebook.

I stand abruptly, throwing my hands down on the table to punctuate my sentence. "I am not in love!"

"Then why does your tail move like that when he's around?" Zooble laughs.

"Rigid and stiff?" I glare, crossing my arms once more.

"Fast and happy." Pomni notes.

"Pfft, yeah right." I roll my eyes.

"You guys remember when Caine called Katze 'remarkable'?" Zooble recalls.

"You heard that?!" My face flushes in embarrassment again.

"Mhm! Your tail was wagging pretty fast then." Gangle giggles.

"That's beside the point! I don't like Caine he's too-"

"Nice..?" Gangle asks, scribbling in her notebook furiously. Unbeknownst to me, she's getting a head start on our ship name.

"Overbearing! He sends us on adventures with water! Who does that?!" I hiss, shuddering at the thought.

"Sounds like you're in denial." Pomni says, sipping her tea and looking to the side.

"Denial?!" I laugh in disbelief. It's like they aren't even hearing me!

"Look, I'd be kind of happy if you and Caine started dating. Might take his mind off of those stupid adventures so you've got my vote."

Zooble replies sincerely with a thumbs up, paying no attention to my spiels of blatant rejection. I'm very clearly stunned and my confusion only gets worse when Gangle raises a ribbon and agrees.

"I wouldn't mind drawing more than Funnybunny for a change." Gangle admits.

"What's Funnybunny?" Pomni asks and Gangle just shrugs in faux cluelessness.

"Well you've got my vote too." Pomni smiles at me with a nod.

Seeing everyone's approving smiles makes me wonder..

What would it even be like?

Probably annoying.

Waking up to 'Rise and shine, honey! Waffles?!' at 5 in the morning..

'Misplaced' drawings of bees all over my room.

Adventures appealing specifically to me..

Sickening, sappy love and romance.

Flowers every time he sees me after an adventure.

Maybe dating Caine wouldn't be that bad..

I mean, we're kind of doomed here anyway, what's the worst that could happen?

Our relationship ending messily and having to spend the rest of my life seeing his face everyday..

That'd actually be a living nightmare.

But..

Am I really going to let that stop me?

Hell no.

"I think I like Caine."

"We know!" They shout in unison,.

-TIME SKIP-

I head to my room after the intervention, trying to come to terms with my feelings. I'm still very confused and can't seem to wrap my head around the concept.

When did this even start?! When he helped me introduce the party? When he held my hands? When he..kissed me?

I catch myself with a goofy grin on my face when I think back to what happened at the lake and can't help but giggling to myself until-

"You okay there, Katze?"

"Oh F*CK!"

My heart cartoonishly beats out of my chest as I jump off of my bed, turning around swiftly to face the source of the intruder. When my eyes land on Caine my tail starts to wag in an excitement that doesn't match the mortification on my face.

Shit! Calm down- calm down- calm down!

"Yes!- I mean, yeah, mhm I'm okay." I nod as nonchalantly as possible and realize I've forgotten how to stand. I shuffle around until I settle with my feet together and hands behind my back to hold my tail in an attempt to stop it.

"Are you..sure?" He asks, momentarily looking over at my tail with concern as it peeks out from behind me. It's clear he can see right through my act, eyes scanning the look on my face with way more attention than I'm used to.

My face gets hot and I look anywhere but at him. The obvious blush wasn't going to help my case.

"Pssh, yeah. Whats up?" I pray he doesn't hear the waver in my voice but if Caine notices, he doesn't mention it.

"I've consulted with a super top secret source on human romance," He means f*cking Jax. "And I came to ask if you would..ahem, grab dinner with me..as a date."

Jax told him to take me on a date..? That's surprising.. It's more in his nature to convince Caine centipedes are a courting gift. I don't trust it, somethings up.

But wait-

A date? With Caine?

WHAT?!

Caine see's the thoughts behind my eyes and I catch how he starts to believe they're thoughts of rejection.

I nod adamantly, not ready to trust my voice's stability just yet.

He perks up immediately, twirling his cane with joy.

Caine wants to go on a date with me! Bahahaaaa! Yess!

Hold on..

"..Please don't tell me the courses are those weird computer foods like hot dogs in jello.."

"Of course not! I got rid of those in the 1.17 food update!" I almost believe him until my ears catch a small snap from behind his back. I resist the urge to laugh and instead take his arm.

"Lead the way." I smile, my fangs bared.

He laughs exuberantly, grabbing his cane and teleporting us to what seems to be a restaurant filled with functional waiters and customers. I'm surprised by how much work went into this but I'm not left much time to dwell when my stomach makes it's way to my throat.

I try to swallow down my nausea and double over in sickness.

"Ugh.." I groan as Caine pats my back comfortingly.

"Sorry.." He apologizes, moving my hair out of the way just in case I end up loosing the battle against my stomach.

"S' okay.." I mumble before taking in a deep breath to ground myself.

It takes a moment but when I come to, I notice the sleek, black, floor length dress I'm wearing, complete with a slit riding up my thigh.

I look over at Caine for an explanation and he nervously scratches the back of his head with a bashful smile.

"I thought you might like it..it's not too much, is it?"

Pfft! Too much?!

"It's perfect."

He smiles at me and as he leads us through the restaurant I can finally appreciate the digital craftsmanship of the room.

The restaurant is lit by candle light alone that spirals down in chandelier form, casting a warm glow around the room. Patrons talk calmly, filling the space with a light atmosphere that feels serene and gentle. I think I even see Ming at one of the tables.

Everything looks so high definition, it's better than the graphics in the circus!

"How long did this take..?" I ask, marveling at the hard working chefs through the kitchen window.

Caine takes my hand and pulls out a chair for me. I resist the urge to melt and instead listen to his response as he checks his WackyWatch, sitting in the seat across from me.

"16 hours, 44 minutes and 23 seconds. But it was all worth it for this moment.."

I try not to start geeking out and instead play with the string of pearls around my neck, a goofy grin on my face.

The waiter interrupts our moment by handing us menus and leaving. When I scan through I can't help but notice the way Caine stares at me.

"Whats up?" I ask, setting the menu down to look over at him.

"I just..wanted to apologize for kissing you and leaving so suddenly, I moved before I thought and-"

I place my hand over his, smiling at him softly. "All is forgiven."

"..And also the wedding.."

"Yeah, I'm not forgiving that so easily. You'll have to make it up to me." I tease with a toothy grin.

I see something shift behind his eyes but I can't make out what it is. He just grins back and leans closer. "Trust me, I intend to." His voice is smooth..too slick to belong to Caine.

But then again, what do I know?

-TIME SKIP-

When the date ends, Caine conjures up a door that leads to my room instead of teleporting us and risking me losing my pixelated dinner. Once we step through, settling into the confines of my room, I grasp his hands in mine and smile.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Caine." He seems absolutely thrilled but it looks like there's something more to it.

He looks nervous. Which is odd because the date is already over..

"You okay?" I ask raising an eyebrow. My words aren't met with a response and instead answered with a gentle kiss.

Caine's hands are on my face, thumbs smoothing over my cheeks as his teeth press against my lips. He spills romance into every inch of the kiss but on my end I can't help but feel..turned on and..

It feels good.

When he pulls away I fully expect him to poof out of existence like usual but when I peek he's still there, staring at me with those fucking eyes. My hands instinctively shove him against the now closed door.

He looks shocked and curious but that's not exactly my main focus.

I know we can't go as far as I want to but..It's been too long since I've felt anything like this and I want to enjoy it..

"Oh, hey Katze! Whatcha-"

I don't give the rest of his words a chance to leave his mouth before my lips are suddenly on his teeth, kissing every inch I can find and relishing the silly love struck noises he makes.

"Woah- Katze, I- hah! Oh wow..!"

I laugh at him, not in a mean way but more like he's amusing me in a way he could never understand. He seems confused and I clear it up with another kiss, biting my lip as I pull away to stifle the giggle in my throat.

His teeth have formed a blush and his eyes are glassier than usual. "I don't understand.."

"I like you, Caine." The words feel foreign to my tongue but right nonetheless.

I think about framing the loving look on his face but it's gone just as soon as it appears. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised when his expression hardens and the love in his eyes gets replaced by something more..daring.

Now it's my turn to be left confused as he suddenly leans forward to lick a long stripe over the right side of my neck and up to my cheek.

I stand there for a moment to process what just happened before raising a hand to wipe off the saliva with a playful laugh.

"Eww! Caine, why did y-"

I'm not able to finish my sentence before his teeth latch onto my shoulder and the side of my neck all at once, biting down swiftly.

The force isn't enough to break skin but it sure does leave a nasty mark.

I tense up and hiss at him in shock, teeth barred in irritation.

He pulls away quickly, looking at me like a child being caught red handed, scared of any disappointment I may place on him.

I catch sight of the forming bruise in a nearby mirror just as Caine begins to apologize. "I'm so sorry, I-"

"Is that a bruise..?" I ask, running my fingers over the large marking as I head over to the mirror for a better look.

The sting has now dulled into a buzzing pleasure and it sounds odd to me but..I like the way it feels.

"Yes.." He replies, ashamed and apologetic.

"I thought we couldn't, yknow' get..hurt?"

"Yes! Well- not usually, but I thought for today-"

I look over at him and snicker which clearly catches him off guard. "Then we'd better make the most out of it, hm?"

He starts to fidget with his thumbs, not convinced just yet. "But you hissed- "

"You caught me off guard." I reply, my voice steady and sure as I step closer to him.

I hear him swallow as I stare into him with the sweetest eyes I can muster. "Please?"

I feel extremely accomplished as I watch his restraint crack, a wide grin breaking across my face.

I don't have much time to celebrate my victory though.

I'm suddenly weightless, floating over to sit on my bed as Caine follows and stands before me. I look up at him, ears piqued in interest but when my eyes meet his a cold shiver runs down my spine. The look on his face is nothing less than intense and… harsh.

The room is dead silent for a while as he stares down at me and I start to get antsy.

Why is he staring at me like that?

When I go to speak, something breaks the silence before me.

!SHINK!

Caine's canines descend, sharpening as he stares down at me dangerously.

I resist the urge to deadpan.

Fucking copycat.

The rooms still air is suddenly disturbed by Caine unbuttoning his suit jacket and tossing it to the side.

I gulp warily.

He begins to undo the first few buttons of his white dress shirt but..in a way I can tell he's stringing me on.

It's agonizing.

So slow I know he's being condescending.

I stare at the way his eyes practically glow in the dim lighting, casting an exhilarating wave of fear over me as my tail tucks further between my legs and shudders along with me.

Fuck he's scary..

I should say something..it's too quiet..

"Caine-"

I'm interrupted by a flash of motion, too fast for my eyes to catch. He's on top of me so quickly I partially think he's teleported.

My wrists are apprehended by his hands, legs forced to make room for him as he looms over top of me.

"Hey!" I squirm under him, objecting just for the sake of argument.

I pray he doesn't take me seriously.

"Shh…" He instructs, slowly sliding his fingertips down the insides of my wrists, purposely eliciting another shiver from me.

Then he does something unexpected.

He slips the straps of my dress down my shoulders.

At first I think I'm imagining things but upon looking down, I can clearly see the straps settling across the bands of my arms.

Oh! That's new.

Wait…Oh.

I look up at Caine as he intertwines his fingers with mine, squeezing gently like he understands what I'm about to ask.

"Does this mean..?"

Caine's sultry voice is suddenly in my ear, speaking a simple word that changes everything.

"Yes." He confirms, nuzzling into my neck momentarily and I let out a content sigh in response.

I'm so glad-

OW!

His fangs suddenly latch onto me, hastily breaking the skin with a growl.

The bite is sharper than before but so much sweeter with his hands holding onto my clenching ones. His fingers chase, grounding me to reality with every firm squeeze of his grip mimicking mine.

A deep growl settles in my chest, spilling out from behind my teeth as my eyes clench shut.

I think I can feel him chuckle against me for a second before he releases his hold on my hands as well as the vice on my bleeding skin.

His tongue laps up the blood soothingly, dulling the sharp pain with a grin.

My thighs clench together in a poor attempt to hide the desire burning beneath my dress as Caine leans back up to look down on me.

His hands slowly slip the straps further down my arms, pulling until my dress bunches around my torso.

As expected, my chest is bare and receiving an astronomical amount of attention from Caine. I can't resist laughing at him, the hot, spooky Caine I was just looking at has completely disappeared.

"Never seen any before, huh?" I ask, watching as he nods slowly, hands fidgeting and hesitant.

"Well..," He pauses with a nervous gulp. "no."

"Hah! Where'd all that confidence go, hm?" I snicker up at him, failing miserably to stifle my fit of giggles.

"Oh.. I uhh-"

"I thought you intended to make it up to me Mr. Ringmaster."

Through blurry eyes filled with comical tears I can see the way his expression suddenly flip.

I don't know what that face is for but I'm definitely not laughing anymore..

"What?" I ask, squinting at him.

"Say that again.." He sounds..desperate.

Pfft! This is the perfect time to clown him!

"The thing about your confidence..?" I ask in faux cluelessness.

"No.." He grumbles, frustratedly nuzzling against my neck. I partially think he's going to bite me again but I hear a long whine fill my ears instead.

Hah!

"C'mon, yknow..?" He pulls away to look down at me with pleading, glossy eyes.

And how could I say no to that face?

"You're my Ringmaster.." The words roll off my tongue in a way Caine clearly can't handle as his hips grind into my thigh needily.

"Fuck.." He growls low and deep, his tone so menacing it distracts me from what he just said.

Until it hits me.

"Did you just swear?"

"I thought it'd ruin the mood with the censor on." He huffs, still messily grinding against me.

"I'm so proud! You care about that censorship thing way too much, yknow'."

Caine's smile widens at the praise as I grab onto the fabric of his unbuttoned dress shirt and quickly shift our weight with a roll.

He lets out a flustered laugh, placing his hands on my hips as I sit over his hard-

Wait, what?

I feel something poking and autonomously prodding at where me and Caine connect.

I jolt in surprise before looking down at the lively fabric.

When I glance back up at Caine he's wearing a sheepish grin.

"Caine..?" I ask, curiously.

And then I see something pitch black and glossy slither above the waistband of his pants.

My eyes widen, mouth agape at the sight of it.

Before I can stop myself, I'm freeing him from the confines of his pants.

"Woah, Katze-!" He blushes, hands hesitating like he wants to stop me but thinks better of it.

When I finally have an unrestricted view, I'm immediately taken by surprise.

It's a..tendril?

His cock is smooth, thick and just above 8 inches. It intimidates me, writhing up in an unabashed attempt to reach my palm as I hesitate over the wriggling tentacle.

"I may have gone overboard with the…personalized customization," He smiles warily, trying to gauge my reaction.

"Is that why it has so much..personality?" I ask, tilting my head in thought.

It's needy, dripping and coating itself with every frantic movement.

Why's it so eager? Like it's just thinking 'mineminemine!'

Is that how Caine really feels?

Now it's pretty clear they both share the same desperation.

Caine takes the look on my face as a bad sign, rushing to fix everything.

"I- I could change it, I know you humans must be particular about-!" He goes to snap his fingers so I quickly cut off his rambling.

"No no,"

I shake my head, taking his hands and leading him to the edge of the bed before moving to slot myself between his legs.

Now on the floor before him I can feel just how nervous Caine is by the tension in his legs.

"I like it." I profess honestly, my left cheek pressed against his upper thigh so I can study the squirming shadow closer.

"You like it?" He asks in disbelief, watching me nod absentmindedly.

"Mhm." I stare in fascination, letting it entangle itself between my fingers with a small laugh at the odd sensation.

I wrap my fingers around the base, getting a feel for it's weight.

Caine tenses up, staring down at me with a sharp inhale.

I resist the urge to snicker, instead opting to give him a few slow pumps to begin.

His chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to keep it together.

"You're uh, really good with your hands.." He shudders, fingers clenching at the sheets tightly.

"Thanks." I grin, fangs happily bared as my head dips down just a bit.

My eyes never leave Caine's as I press a sweet kiss to the underside of his cock.

I giggle at the sight of him shivering, picking up the pace of my fist and letting his head slide frantically across my tongue.

"Please.." Caine's eyes are clenched shut, voice strained behind his teeth.

I lick up the head one more time before looking up at him, fist still pumping.

"Aww, you want more?" He nods so adamantly I have to bite my lip to contain a laugh.

Fuck, he's cute.

"Then take it." I grin up at him.

There's a small moment where he just stares at me.

I almost go to explain what I mean when suddenly he's standing.

He squishes my cheeks together with one hand before making me look up at him with a little nudge.

"I can take it.." He murmurs as a ballad of reassurance to himself.

He holds his breath, guiding his erratic dick into my mouth slowly.

It immediately snakes it's way into my throat, pumping in and out quickly without the help of Caine's hips.

My eyes clench shut as I focus on trying not to choke.

Even so, I don't think I mind the invasion.

When my eyes open I notice the way Caine tries to control himself, hips tense, brow furrowed as he concentrates.

And it seems he..doesn't have any control over his new appendages lewd advances.

I want to tell him not to hold back, that I'm not fragile.

The best way I can think to convey that is to show him.

I pull off of him, being sure to close my mouth around the head as I do.

I let my tongue hang over his cock, just out of reach, watching it search or me eagerly.

A streak of saliva slides off the pad of my tongue and onto his tip before dripping the long journey down his shaft.

Caine watches me through calculating eyes as I take him into my mouth once again.

He growls, a subtle glitch behind his voice as I push closer, the last few inches in front of my eyes taunting me.

I continue bobbing my head, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking around him.

He lets out a long whine, knees buckling a bit.

Just a little more..

I forcefully push my head down the last two inches, choking breathlessly.

Got it!

My body tenses in protest but I stay, drooling as the thick mix of my saliva and his pre cum drips down my chin and splashes on the floor.

I relax my throat, sucking around him and in return, his hand comes up to tug at my hair. My thighs clench together, tail wagging as I look up at him hopefully.

Does he get it now?

He seems to understand the look in my eyes as his grip on my hair suddenly tightens.

"You want it rough.." Even though it's clearly not a question, I still nod as best as I can.

Yes!

"Alright..I can do that." He grins, fangs looming over me as his hips snap forward, cock head writhing against the back of my throat.

I let out a muffled squeak, fingertips pressing into his thighs "Mmph!"

"Fuckk.." He curses, hips starting to buck into my face with a speed I can't quite keep up with.

I involuntarily swallow him down whenever he pushes too far, filling the room with wet, obscene sounds from every corner.

"Gllk!" I gag around him as he swears in response.

"Shit-shit-shit-!" He tugs at my hair from the root, greedily fucking into my face with newfound enthusiasm.

The tension between my scalp and his grip is enough to steal my breath away as I clench my thighs shut, writhing just a bit to ease the ache in between them.

Suddenly he's pulling out, leaving me to cough, sucking in unrestricted air greedily.

When I recover, he's stepping closer again, tilting my head up with a finger as his free hand slowly strokes over his dick.

"Say it." He commands coldly.

I stare blankly for a second, trying to decipher what the hell he means until I catch the same notes of desperation from earlier bleeding through his voice.

Ohh!

"Ringmaster Caine~" I sing with a playful grin.

It doesn't look like he appreciates my tone though.

"Again." He demands.

"Ring--mphm!"

His cock is back in my mouth before I can finish the phrase, rutting into me with the same fervor from earlier.

"What was that?" He asks, tilting his head down at me condescendingly.

I try again with my mouth full, managing to get out a few syllables but before I can finish, he's bottoming out and holding me against him.

"C'mon, I can't hear you." He complains, watching me struggle with a small amused smile.

He pulls back for a moment so I can speak, still keeping his dick pressed up against my lips.

"Ringmas-!" He interrupts me with another sharp piston into my mouth.

I choke, my eyebrows furrowing up at him in frustration.

He starts to laugh, still fucking my face with the same speed from earlier.

"Aw, don't look angry, I'm doing you a favor." He thrusts sharply, grin widening when I gag around him. Luckily he's feeling merciful, slowing his hips down a few scales.

"All you guys ever do is complain about the filter. Now it's gone and what? You're still not happy?" He asks, pulling out of my mouth slowly.

I cough, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Sounds like you're being ungrateful.."

I tense at the sound of his voice, reluctantly looking up at him and shaking my head.

"No no, I-" He cuts me of before I can even finish.

"Bed. Hands and knees." His voice leaves very little room for argument, not that I'd try anyways.

I stand on legs that feel unusually jelly like before pulling the bunched up dress surrounding my hips to the floor.

I take a small step toward the bed before Caine stops me.

"Ah ah ah, crawl." He points to the floor, eyes burning into me like I've done something unforgivable.

Fuck, he's so hot..

My ears lay flat against my head as I slowly sink to the ground.

He smiles for a moment, a hand coming over to caress my cheek gently.

I close my eyes, leaning into his warmth before-

!WHACK!

I hold my cheek in pain, looking up at him in shock.

Did he really just..?

Oh fuck.

The ache starts to dull into a buzzing pleasure that makes my head swim.

I clench my thighs together needily as slick starts to pool at the apex.

I didn't think he'd ever even consider hitting me.

How the hell does he know so much?

I somehow don't catch the look of expectancy from him in my haze of thoughts, consequently earning a swift backhand to the other side of my face.

"Ah-! Thank you!" I correct, tears beading in the corners of my eyes.

The look on his face is unapologetic, if anything it looks like he..liked it.

Hah! Who knew Caine had it in him?

"Go on."

He steps aside and I begin to crawl slowly, shivering as Caine traces his fingertips down my bare spine.

His hand travels further, catching my tail in a light grip when I reach the bed.

I follow his instruction to a tee, climbing onto the bed and finding my place almost too quickly.

My tail starts to wag incessantly when Caine settles in behind me.

It drags along his torso happily and he doesn't seem to have any complaints about it.

I hear Caine take a deep breath before I feel the head of his cock start to slip between my folds, prodding at the hole urgently.

Caine stays just barely out of reach, letting his dick slide through the slickness of my lips.

His grip is strained like he's trying to focus really hard..

But what the hell is he focused on if it isn't what's in front of him?

Naturally, I start to get annoyed and arch my back further, tail now swiping across his face in defiance.

"Pay attention!" I complain, my voice coming out way needier than intended.

"I know, I know- just," He pauses for a sharp inhale through his teeth. "give me a second here.."

His voice is unexpectedly light, almost breathless as he moves my tail aside in response.

I must be affecting him more than I thought..

An advantage!

I let out a long whine, pushing my hips back against him.

"Fuck," He curses, hands now firmly tightening around me.

"If you had any idea.." He leans over me, biting down onto my shoulder.

I wince, letting out a sharp yelp.

But then Caine's tongue is soothing over the bleeding indents of his fangs and immediately I forget about anything besides him.

When my attention is diverted Caine finally gives me what I've been asking for.

He thrusts into me, cock filling me up completely with a burning stretch.

He bottoms out in one push, the tip of his cock lashing at my cervix unapologetically, though Caine remains completely still.

Hot flashes of pleasure nestle inside of me with each swipe as I rest my forehead on the pillow below me.

My hips twitch under Caine's hands, a muffled cry for more sinking into the bed.

Caine seems a bit apprehensive, slowly pulling out of me.

I let out a sharp gasp, hips chasing after him instinctively.

Caine, who was watching all too closely at my reaction, gets curious and thrusts into me one brutal time.

"Caine!" I scream his name as he holds me tightly against him.

With no space to move even if I wanted to, I'm forced to feel the heavy weight of Caine's cock prod at my cervix.

His eyes stare hard, watching every twitch and adjustment I make.

Caine finally seems to get it, now sure and confident.

"I'm going to make you so happy.." He punctuates his sentence by landing a swift smack to my ass, beginning to fuck into me deep and slow.

"Fuuck.." I groan into the pillow, eyes glossing over.

"I can feel you, yknow?" He grins, a hand coming up to rest in between my ears, fingertips entangling in the roots of my hair.

Heat spreads through my face as I mumble a half thought out response. "You what..?"

"You clench up when I get rough.." And as if to prove a point, he uses the hand in my hair to pull me close.

"Shit-!"

I spasm around him, my balance faltering for a moment. Caine's free hand immediately comes to wrap around my waist, tethering me to him.

"Yeah, like that." Caine snickers.

The speed in his hips changes drastically, now pounding into me with desperate thrusts I can't keep up with.

He smirks against the back of my neck, cock suddenly nudging into a spot that fills my vision with stars.

Caine senses my impending orgasm and lowers me back down to the bed.

"Cain-!" My sentence gets cut off as his palm pushes against the back of my head, pressing my face into the pillows.

My tail starts to wag incessantly, sliding over Caine's face as he grips the roots of my hair, tugging firmly.

Oh fuck.

My slick starts to seep around Caine as bursts of hot bliss build up in my lower stomach.

I start to get lightheaded, nerves igniting under his touch as my face turns shades redder.

I can't breathe and it feels so good..

"You love this." It's not a question, Caine knows it for a fact and he's not wrong.

He holds me there for a moment longer before releasing his grip.

I raise my head to breath unobstructed air, panting hard as oxygen fills my lungs. A dizzying rush rips through my body and suddenly it all becomes too much to handle.

My orgasm hits me all at once, bliss washing over me as my cunt pulses around Caine. I scream in ecstasy, biting down onto the feathered pillow, fangs tearing it to shreds. He doesn't let up for even a second, each thrust more brutal than the last.

"Beautiful," Caine praises, drilling harder into me than before.

My screams of pleasure heighten into a shrill squeal when one of his hands wrap around me to circle my clit furiously.

"So perfect-!" He gasps, fucking me hard through the waves of my euphoria, hips chasing his release desperately.

I feel Caine's hips stutter, now sloppy as hot ropes of cum shoot against my cervix. The head of his cock is everywhere, lashing around, painting every inch of my insides until his cum spills out around us.

"Fuck.." Caine curses out of breath, thrusts slowing to a stop before he pulls out of me.

His hands slowly lower me down to the mess of feathers under me, snapping his fingers to rid me of the mess between my thighs.

I pant, trying to catch my breath with a content smile. His hand finds my hair, softly stroking between my ears.

"Are you okay..?" Caine asks, fear and worry lacing his voice.

I roll over to face him, a grin on my face.

"Oh yeah." I lean up to plant a kiss to his lower jaw, feathers springing into the air when I fall back.

He lets out a massive sigh of relief, coming over to lie next to me.

I settle in his arms, looking up at his teeth. This has gotta be piracy.

"Well, there is one thing."

He tenses under me, spewing apologies for nothing.

I reach up to run a fingertip down his canine, a lazy smile on my face. He lightens up when he sees my expression, smiling back down at me lovingly.

"What's the 'one thing'?" Caine asks, placing a hand over the side of my face, thumb caressing my cheek.

"You stole my fangs, Copycat."

BONUS CONVO WITH JAX AND CAINE

"He-ya there Jax!" Cain exclaims, cheery and upbeat.

"The hell do you want?" Jax replies snarkily with a glare.

"I wanted to ask about you humans and your romantic traditions!"

His expression changes from bored to enthralled immediately.

"Well why didn't ya say so?! Who's the lucky lady? Is it Katze?" Jax asks mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows at Caine.

"How did you know?!"

"Just a little birdy. Anyway, you've come to the right place, I happen to be the perfect ladies man." Jax gestures to himself proudly.

"Really?! I'm sat!" Caine sits midair, crossing his legs with a notepad and pen.

"First thing first, you wanna wow a girl, take her out to dinner."

"Of course! This is the perfect time to use the restaurant I've been working on.." Caine scribbles furiously.

"Got a plan for after the date?" Jax asks, lazily folding his arms behind his head.

"Take her back to her roo-"

"I figured just as much," Jax interrupts, shaking his head disapprovingly. "When you get back from the restaurant lick her."

"Lick her..?" Caine asks, brow pinched in contusion.

"Then bite her!" Jax growls out, an evil grin on his face.

"Bite her?!"

"Exactly!" Jax exclaims.

"I'd never hurt Katze!"

"That's the thing though! Girls like it a little rough. I wouldn't be surprised if she took you to bed afterwards." Jax grins, his devious plan to trick Caine seemingly coming together.

"What does that mean?" Caine tilts his head, clearly lost.

"Yknow, s*x?" Jax clarifies, grabbing a nearby bucket of popcorn and sitting back to watch the show.

Caine freezes into a T pose, head spinning in circles on his shoulders as the air around him grows dark and eerie.

"Hah! This is my favorite part!" Jax laughs.

Caine clips around the room rapidly, growling out distorted static.

Nearby furniture begins to glitch, revealing the grey building blocks they once were.

And then-

DING!

"With me?! I'll make a fool of myself for sure! Oh Jax, you've gotta help me out here!"

"Relaax," Jax rests his hands behind his head, lazy grin widening. "all this means is no more filter. It's perfect!"

"N-no filter..?!" Caine worries, fingers curling around his bottom jaw in fear.

"You do want to make her happy, right?" He raises a questioning eyebrow.

"W-well yes, of course-"

"Then turn it off."

Caine lets out a defeated sigh, snapping his fingers once.

Jax looks around curiously. "What happened? Is it off?"

Caine nods slowly.

Jax slides his thumbs between his overall straps, looking into the clothing for a moment.

"Well I'll be damned." Jax grins, now looking up at Caine, an evil glint in his eye.

"Now lets talk about what cock you're gonna use." Jax snickers.

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WHAT DO I DO!?

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Fangs and Fur

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spitting! light slapping! dirtytalk! hunting! table sex! p in v sex! oral play! oral sex m receiving! nipple play! make out! dry humping! biting!

When I wake up the next morning I'm completely s#!%faced. It could be from the mix of substances or psychological torture I endured yesterday, but either way, I just wanna to stay in bed.

I'm not ready to face the day. ..or Jax.. Or even Caine for that matter. But of course when you speak of the devil-

Knock Knock Knock!

"Kitty, come out and play~" Jax sings to me on the other side of the door.

I curl into my sheets, praying that if I'm quiet enough, he'll go away.

"C'mon Katze, I know you're in there." I can hear his s#!% eating grin through the door and I fear he might actually make me violent.

A long beat of silence falls over us until I hear the sound of a key jingling in the lock.

Jax and his f#<%!^& keys!

Despite his intrusion, I continue to stay hidden under the warmth of blankets, away from the world..and especially away from Jax.

"Oh come on, Katze. Don't ya wanna hear my good news?" He asks, pulling the mess of comforters off my body and onto the floor. I hiss in irritation, sitting up to ground my emotions, taking a deep, steady breath. Gathering my thoughts, I look up at him from the spot on my bed.

"What?"

"I've never seen you hiss at a person before. You must be suuuper pissed!"

Then he laughs. Not a normal one, no. He f#<%!^$ cackles, like I'm the funniest joke he's ever heard. And I almost let it go..

But now he's ruffling my hair and I can't control what happens next. It's pure instinct, I swear.

I tackle him to the ground, my hands strangling him in unrestrained anger. He struggles under me, gloved hands trying to pull me off of him.

"You f#%!^@ a$$#@!<! I hate you! You conniving- blackmailing- ignorant piece of s#!%! " I scream at him, my grip tightening to punctuate my words.

He finally manages to push me away, gaining distance between us as he regains his breath.

"What the f#<% is wrong with you!?" He holds his throat, leaning against the wall as he pants heavily, fur misplaced and messy.

"What's wrong with me!? Whats wrong with yo-!"

My eyes suddenly land on the ground before us. Somehow in the commotion the criminal picture of me and Caine has landed on the floor. I look up to see if he spots it but the slow hare is still catching his breath. So of course I grab the picture and fV<%!^$ bolt out of the room.

By the time he's realised what's happened, I'm already down the hall.

My feet traverse quickly across the checkered floor as Jax chases after me. When I'm about to turn the corner, something hits me on the back of my head hard.

I stumble, falling face first onto the floor. "OW! F#<% you Jax!"

I quickly regain my balance and stand up. Looking behind me, I spot a book on the floor and Jax fuming as he chases me down.

I keep running and I don't know if it's thrill or fear that settles in my stomach but I'm not left much time to dwell on it since now he's-

Really gaining on me!

I don't worry much about it though since: fun fact, cats are faster than rabbits!

I evade him with expertise, taking several turns and loops down the circus's seemingly endless halls and once I'm sure I've lost him, I duck inside a dim prop closet and take a moment to catch my breath.

"S#!%." I huff.

Looking down at the photo in my hand, I smile triumphantly. No more constant fear of being exposed, I win!

My ears pick up a quiet metal 'clinking' sound outside of the door and I quickly push the photo into the infinite hammer space behind my ear as the door suddenly slams open to reveal Jax.

F#@%! We seriously need to take his keys!

He's still rugged from earlier, fur misplaced and cartoonish scuff marks on his clothing. It's almost..sexy? Wait- no. Why would I say that?

Jax places his hands on either side of the the door frame, staring at me with an expression I can't read. He's panting and I don't know if it's because of the chase or his anger but it doesn't seem to matter much when he's suddenly- stepping inside!

OH SHIT!

He locks the door behind us and glares at me. Apologies spill from my mouth as I try to persuade him not to tear my head off.

"Jax- I'm sorry I strangled you, but you've gotta admit-Ack!" He lunges at me and I flinch back, tripping over a wet floor sign and landing on my ass. So much for my apology..

He laughs above me mockingly. "Hah! I thought cats always landed on their feet." He crouches before me, an elbow resting on his knee as his other hand reaches out, to pull the photo out of it's hiding spot.

"I was gonna take the picture back but now..I don't even want it." He admits, flicking the picture away carelessly.

I'm a little skeptical so of course I ask:

"Why..not..?"

"You didn't leave me a chance to tell you the good news…" He's suddenly crawling, inching closer to me and placing his hands on my knees.

"What..is it..?" I ask, slightly worried.

"I had a talk with Caine… Convinced him to turn a certain filter off-" I cut his idiocy off.

"Liar. Caine never-"

"He would for you." He grins. "I told him humans have certain..desires and if they aren't met, you'd never be satisfied."

"What are you saying..?" I ask the wannabe Riddler.

"C'mon, do I gotta spell it out for ya, Kitty?" He questions, the hands on my knees slowly pulling them apart.

I swallow, ears down as I think about the implications. There's no filter. I can.. But what about Caine! The whole reason we have no filter is because he wants to sleep with me! And beside, we still have something unresolved going on..

"I can't, Caine-"

"Ugh forget about Caine already." He rolls his eyes, quickly pulling me in closer by my hips. Unable to keep myself supported, I'm now laying on the digital floor, ready to curse Jax out for his recklessness.

His hands rest on the apex of my thighs as he settles in between my legs.

"Just focus on this.." He grins, pushing his hips into me. Even through the fabric of his overalls I can very clearly feel the hard press of his cock- his what?!

My eyes widen in surprise. How did I not see that?! Maybe our clothes have hammer space to keep it a little more PG for the viewers..? Pfft! I dunno, I'm just spit ballin'.

He notices my train of thought dissolve and snaps my attention back to him.

"Kitty.." He hums, tapping idly on my thighs.

"What..?"

He leans down, speaking softly in my ear. "Remember that favour?" He reminds me with a really slow grind right over my- clit!?

Since when did I get one of those-!? I didn't even notice it.. Maybe I should explore this with Jax- Wait what?!

…Yknow' what? Fuck it.

"Fine.." I roll my eyes, sitting up and shoving Jax backwards until our positions switch. I straddle his lap and watch as a bright red hue starts cover his face. It takes a moment but his previous demeanour returns along with his usual sly smirk.

"I knew you couldn't resist me~" His tone is slick with arrogance and I want nothing more than to get rid of it. Fuck he's annoying.

"Shut up.." I lean down, kissing him desperately as my hips grind down on his. I swallow the small surprised sound from Jax with my mouth, my tongue meeting his in a dance that only makes sense to us. It's in this moment where I completely forget about everything that isn't Jax.

Until I remember who J*x is.

My hands grip onto the straps of his overalls as I threaten him, all the while bucking against him shamelessly.

"I swear. If you tell anyone about this, I'll get Caine to turn you into a slug with no mouth."

The expression on his face is a mixture of confusion, 'what the fuck', and finally acceptance.

"Yeah, got it Kitty.."

He nods before crashing his lips back onto mine. We eagerly pull each other closer, desperately colliding in every possible way.

Everything's so hot- he feels so good under me.. My hips instinctively start to grind a bit harder over him, chasing pleasure neither of us have felt in so long.

I start to get lost in breaking him down, basking in the way he breathes so shakily now, admiring how his hands seem to fit so perfectly on my hips as his thumbs brush under my shirt just slightly.

He pulls away for just a moment to speak and I'm a little disappointed but I listen nonetheless.

"Yknow', we've got new upgrades now.." He informs me, eyes now half lidded as he just grins up at me.

"Oh yeah, I wanted to check that out.." I mumble before slowly pulling my shirt over my head.

When I toss it away Jax whistles at me, his grip on my hips tightening a fraction.

"Jeez Katze, nice rack." He laughs, leaning back on his hands to admire.

When I look down, I'm shocked by the sight of- oh my god my tits!

My hands instinctively grope at my chest, relishing in the soft squish of my breasts, feeling my nipples harden under the cool air of the room.

"Oh my god, you have no idea how much I missed-" Halfway through my sentence a constant pattering sound starts to fill the room.

I spot Jax's foot tapping incessantly against the floor. When I look at his face to gauge a reaction I'm not met with his normal grin. It's still there but I catch how his jaw twitch in blatant restraint. It looks like he's holding back an ocean of sexual frustration when his eyebrows pinch together.

And he's just staring at me..right where my hands palm my chest. Pfft! I guess this is the equivalent of waving a carrot in front of him.

"Wanna touch..?" I ask, pulling my arms to loosely rest over his shoulders.

Before I can gauge his reaction he swiftly lays me on my back. My legs lock around his hips as he grinds his bulge perfectly right over my clothed clit.

His rhythm is messy, uncoordinated and- hitting every spot I need it to.

"Hah~" I huff, eyes fluttering shut.

His hands squish my breasts together as his tongue slides over my tits, rolling right over my hardened nipples.

"Jax.." I mewl, my breath hitching as he ruts against me.

He ignores my voice and just pulls away for a moment to drip strings of saliva onto me.

I writhe under him as my fingers gently fidget with his ears, tugging and squeezing. He doesn't seem to have any objections though.

As far as I can tell he's having the time of his life by the way he's drooling on me without a care in the world.

Jax was definitely a boob guy back in the real world.

My back arches up into him as his lips close around my right bud, sucking with a content hum. He pulls away to make room for his hands as they both pinch at my nipples, pulling away slowly just to watch the recoil when he lets go.

"There's jiggle physics.." He seems pleased with this new realisation..Too pleased..

And here's what makes matters worse. I can feel myself getting slicker with every roll of his hips on mine and I don't know how much longer I can contain myself from pouncing on him.

But now he's planting light slaps all over my chest and watching in awe at my skin ripple in response.

"Jax.." I warn, eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

He continues to ignore me, laving over my nipples with his scorching tongue.

"Jax!" I shout in frustration.

He finally listens, pulling away for a moment to stare down at me.

"What?" He almost sounds annoyed, like how dare I pull him away from my own tits?

"Stop fuckin' around and take those stupid overalls off!" I demand, expecting some type of retaliation but he needs this just as much as I do so he just rolls his eyes and obliges.

His eyes never leave mine as he stands up, his hands deftly undoing the clasps that keep his overalls up.

When they drop his dick springs out, bobbing lightly before resting proudly against his stomach. It's rock solid, dripping at the sight of me. And oh my god, it's too thick.

That's not fitting anywhere!

I stare at his cock in anticipation as he kicks away his clothing. Jax on the other hand, doesn't seem deterred in the slightest. If anything, he's even more excited now.

Despite the worry, my mouth can't help salivating at the sight.

I can't tell if I'm drooling because it's been forever since I had a cock in front of me or if it's because it belongs to Jax but he takes note of it almost immediately.

"Aww, c'mere, Katze." His tone is laced with sweet condescension but for some reason I listen anyway.

He strokes his cock slowly, other hand outstretched and waiting for me.

I crawl over and rest my cheek in his palm obediently. He brushes his thumb over my cheek softly before coming up to scratch behind my ears.

I smile involuntarily, my tail wagging behind me as he grins down at my face.

"Fuck, you're so hot.." Before I can tease him for his words, he's slowly pushing a thumb past my lips.

My mouth opens in compliance, tongue coming out for him to see. I hear him groan as he slows his fist down, now just barely moving.

His side of his index finger swipes over my tongue tauntingly and I try but can't resist the primal urge to bite in retaliation. My jaw catches, teeth locking around his knuckle as I look up at him expecting some kind of reaction but he just keeps that lazy smirk on his face.

Now he's leaning down, his face inches above mine.

"Let go."

It takes a moment but I reluctantly release him.

"Now tongue out.."

My mouth opens once more under his command and what happens next is degrading- disgusting- disrespectful and it's…hot?

Taking advantage of our positions, Jax opens his mouth, tongue coming out to deliver a thick, clear steady drip of saliva onto mine before nudging my head closer to his cock.

He's such a freak...

But I think I can match it.

I reach up and take ahold of his shaft before drooling the mix of our saliva right onto his slit, my eyes never leaving his.

He's leaking precum like a faucet and I slide my thumbs through the mess, stroking his dick sluggishly before leaning closer to kiss the tip.

"You're so nasty.." He groans, his grip on my hair tightening firmly.

The tension between my scalp and his grip is enough to steal my breath away as I clench my thighs shut, writhing just a bit to ease the ache in between them.

I wrap my lips around the width of his cock, pushing forward until the thickest part is nestled away in my mouth. I close my eyes for a moment to focus on letting the ache in my cheeks subside.

Jax is surprisingly patient and is now absentmindedly tapping on my head.

Upon recovering I focus on breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat before sliding my head down further with an involuntary gulp when he slips into my throat.

"Oh fuck-" His breathing becomes unstable as he clenches his eyes shut.

My lips purse around him as I begin to bob my head up and down his length, keeping my tempo quick and steady.

"Just like that.." He growls, his foot pattering on the floor aggressively.

I get curious and peek up to see him in shambles. He's panting heavily, chest heaving in inconsistent paces as his grip tightens in my hair once more.

This spurs me on and I speed up, shuffling closer to him and hollowing out my stuffed cheeks, slurping up and down his shaft with renewed determination.

His eyes roll back as his hands push me closer, keeping me pushed right up against him, cutting off my air.

I hold my breath, eyes clenched shut as I try my best to stay still and complacent.

It takes a long moment but when he lets me go I pull away and cough, eyes shut as I attempt recovering.

"Huff- Jeez Kitty. If you can't handle it in your mouth then how could it ever fit in-" I cut him off.

"Shut up!" I bite at him, standing up and slowly pulling down my pants before stepping out of them.

Does he really think I can't take it? I'll prove him wrong, the bastard!

"I'm not a pussy." I glare at him

His grin falters before disappearing. It looks like this is seemingly the last straw for Jax.

How do I know? I can tell by the way he's swiping his arms over a nearby table, letting the props that were previously on it clatter loudly against the floor. Now he's dragging me over and lifting me to sit atop the recently cleared table.

Jax prompts me to lie down with a push against my sternum before his hands grip my thighs and pull my sex closer to his.

He lets a leg rest on his hip and hooks the other one over his shoulder, holding it there as he stares down at me- nope, he's staring at my pussy.

I deadpan and go to speak but his thumb is on my clit before I can even get the words out.

Circling the sensitive button, his grin reappears, finding enjoyment in watching me squirm.

"Ngh..Stop staring at me like that.." I really try to sound angry but his hands feel too good to make a decent argument.

"I'm not starin' any kinda way, scouts honour." He proclaims, eyeing me even more suggestively now.

Fuckin' freak.

His thumb slides up my folds, collecting slick that'd been building up in my panties since he first walked in the room.

He palms his cock, dragging the head through my lips and watching it catch on my hole. I squirm, hips wiggling in an effort to show exactly how much I need him and luckily I'm not left unheard for much longer.

"Don't worry, I got it, babe.." He promises with a devilish grin.

Before I can question it he lines up his cock and pushes inside of me, bottoming out in one quick thrust.

There's no pain like I was expecting, just a deep stretch that fills me up so good I can't think. He pushes against my g-spot unapologetically, rutting into me like- no pun intended- a jackrabbit.

There's noting patient, sweet or kind about his sudden pace. It's almost violent in nature the way he pistons in and out of me with desperate hips.

"Fuck~ Jax, slow down-!"

He laughs almost maniacally, ignoring me as if my words mean about as much as whatever Ming has to say.

"Oh c'mon, don't tell me you can't handle it~" He teases, drilling his hips into a particularly sensitive spot and laughing at my reaction.

"Shut up!" My voice is way more pitchy and desperate since I last heard it but Jax doesn't seem to mind a bit.

His cock rubs up against every part inside of me I thought I'd never have touched again and it lights my soul on fire. I squirm under him, incoherently babbling to him as my fangs start to feel itchy, like their missing something.

Something Jax can give me.

My voice is shaky and my brain struggles to stay focused on my words instead of the way Jax's tip brushes my cervix with each stroke. I keep trying, desperate for Jax to hear me.

His hips never falter even as his eyebrows sew together in confusion, trying to decipher my speech. It takes a moment but he grins in understanding, nodding with a laugh.

"Aww, Kitty wants something to bite on?" He asks, delivering a particularly brutal set of thrusts that slam the head of his cock against my cervix.

I nod adamantly, baring my teeth to him as my hands urgently search for his shoulders. He leans in, letting go of the leg over his shoulder.

I lock my ankles around his waist as his hands hold me closer, gripping onto my hips tightly.

I bite his shoulder, my fangs sinking into his fur before I move onto a new spot. My teeth throb with discomfort, only finding peace when I mark his fur with the pretty red colour of his own blood.

I bask in the release of pressure behind my fangs when I pull away, moaning in relief.

I look up at him, rambling a mess of words that don't make sense, feeling a seed of bliss flower in my lower stomach.

"Uh huh! I know what ya mean, babe~" He huffs, pressing rough kisses to my neck.

His hips begin to loose rhythm, now unpredictable and sloppy against mine but he understand exactly what I'm telling him and it looks like he couldn't be more delighted.

I'm fucked.

My screams of pleasure heighten into a shrill squeal when his thumb is suddenly on my clit once more, circling furiously as I clench down on him involuntarily.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yess!!"

I sink my fangs into the side of Jax's neck, refusing to let go as he fucks me violently through the waves of my euphoria.

An overwhelming tsunami of searing pleasure floods my being, raining down on me as he fucks me into the table, chasing his own release in the process.

I'm still cumming when he starts driving into me recklessly, painting my cervix the pale colour of his release and- oh my god, there's too much..

The feeling of being stuffed even fuller is enough to prolong my orgasm for a few more glorious seconds, forcing my cunt into spasming almost violently around Jax's pulsating cock.

When I come down I'm panting, completely fucked out as some of his cum spills out of me, leaking around him and dripping down to the surface of the table.

When his breathing calms, he pulls out his semi-soft cock, watching the way his cum drips out of me with eyes that seem way too ecstatic.

Before I know it he's pushing down on my lower stomach and taking a photo of the steady stream of cum he coaxes out.

"What is it with you and pictures?" I ask, squinting at him.

"What is it with you and questions?" He queries with a grin, shaking the undeveloped photo impatiently.

I roll my eyes and lean over to pluck his ear.

"Stupid bunny."

AN: I had fun sprinkling in references, comment which ones you found! It took forever to finally finish all the editing but I liked writing this! I listened to the Jax song while writing most of the smut lol.

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TADC FIC UPDATE!

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I SCREWED UP

I posted a TADC fic and but I just realised I kind of misled you guys by saying "Alternate Romance Ending" instead of "HARDCORE SMUT ENDING" like I was planning. Did I accidentally reach the sfw section of tumblr????😭🙏

FLUFF OR SMUT

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Dumb Kitty

ALTERNATE ROMANCE ENDINGS w/ Caine and Jax Cat featured Reader (Referred to as Katze)

AN: This fic is gonna have two alternate endings! Woohoo! One each for Jax and Caine. There's a poll for which I should write next at the end!

"Ughhh! That 'adventure' was f!&$%^ torture!" Pomni says, dragging her palms over her face in exhaustion. She follows behind the rest of the circus's victims as they all complain.

I step out of the portal, ears low as I retire to the sitting area, where everyone is settling in.

"I'm starting to think Caine is seriously evil." Zooble says, the appendages on their head twitching in irritation. They're sat beside Gangle, who is deflated, lying limp against the brightly coloured couch.

Reaching the group, I sit beside Kinger on a blue and yellow sofa…and he looks absolutely fine. Must be the lights.

"Starting to? I called it the day I got here." Jax says from his spot in an arm chair, purple fur dishevelled as he rests his hands behind his head.

"It wasn't that bad.." Ragatha speaks from another armchair, her voice shaky as she tries to lift the mood up. We all stare at her in our own expressions of disbelief, a silence falling over us. She stares back for a moment before she breaks, hanging her head and sobbing into her palms.

"I was so scared.." She cries as Pomni pats her back comfortingly.

"Great! Caine broke Ragatha." Jax grumbles, standing up and walking away. "Where are you even going?" Zooble asks Jax, glaring at him.

"Anywhere I can't hear Patchy there crying." He responds without a stutter in his walk, heading down the hall.

I stay sat beside Kinger, arms wrapped around my knees as I get lost in my own thoughts.

I hated that adventure! Caine gave us a faulty cage and Ragatha got eaten by a f#$%!^$ shark! Similar tragedies I don't dare to think of happened everyone right after. Everyone is so stressed and I'm so exhausted!…I wish there was a way to wind down besides talking about our feelings. If we're gonna be here for the rest of our lives, playing Caine's stupid f*&^%$# games we should at least have some sort of vice.

A vice…how did I decompress back in the real world? Think! Think! Think! HMMMMMMM!

OH F!&#-! A party! I've gotta find Caine!

I stand up and excuse myself from the group. Mumbling something about returning soon, I trek in the direction of the nearest hallway. Once I turn the corner, I peek to make sure I'm several earshots away from the others.

"Caine!" I shout, watching as he appears immediately. I stare at him as he pops up, floating before me.

"Why hello there, my bio-luminescent bumpkin! Here to tell me how much you loovved the last adventure!?" He asks hopefully, batting his eyes at me.

I fold my arms, glaring at him. "No. Quite the opposite. You made Ragatha cry." I quip accusingly.

"What? Me? No! I haven't seen Ragatha since I sent you all on that AMAZING adventure!"

"The adventure made her-! Y'know what? I'm not even gonna start with that." I take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose before placing my palms together calmly.

"Caine..look. Everyone's..really stressed out. So I had an idea to ease the tension a bit but I need your help."

Caine's jaw widens in shock before his head spins cartoonishly in excitement. "Huh?! A glorious human wanting to spend time with ME!?"

"Sure." I agree.

His eyes blue screen for a moment, his body freezing.

"Uhh..Caine?" I call out, reaching over to poke his arm cautiously.

His eyes return back to it's signature blue and green hue and Caine just laughs in excitement. Grabbing his floating cane, he places a hand on my shoulder and-

"OH S#!%-!"

The world zooms past in a distant haze as my stomach leaps into my throat. The world swirls into itself, darting forward quickly. When the digital world refocus's, we're on the stage and I can't help but feel sick.

"Ugh..I hate it when you do that." I mumble, eyes spiralling in loops as I cover my mouth in fear of losing my pixelated lunch.

"So what's the first step, my fabulous feline?!" Caine queries, seemingly unfazed by my sickness. I shake my head quickly to recover from my previous dizzy nausea.

"I need a pillow that regenerates infinitely and cycles through colours. Do you think-"

"Done!" With a snap of his fingers a yellow pillow starts floating before me. I reach out and grab it, pulling the pillow from the air and into my hands. When I look up from it, there's another pillow floating in it's place.

I grin, planting a quick, absentminded kiss to his lower jaw..teeth? Whatever.

"Perfect!" I praise, slightly taken aback when I see Caine start to bug out.

"O-Oh! I- I uh-!" He starts to speak, a blush forming over his teeth but is quickly interrupted when he starts to glitch, parts of the world around us corrupting.

"Uhh, Caine?" I ask wearily, looking around at the destabilised world. I'm met with more glitches and furniture clipping into the floor.

"Caine!' I shout at him.

He suddenly 'dings' and seemingly returns back to normal. "What's next?!" He asks, previous enthusiasm resurfacing.

After a moment of eyeing him, I conclude that manually resetting him could be useful.. I store the thought away and continue with our conversation.

"Finding Kinger. I was thinking of having him build a fortress for the part-" My eyes land on a small pile of pillows that most likely contain Kinger.

"Found him." I add, thanking Caine once more. He disappears with a wave goodbye. I wave back before heading over to Kinger.

Once I'm close enough, I get down to the floor and softly tap against the pillow that seems to be the door.

"Hey, King- OH F@$%-!" I'm immediately dragged into darkness and isolated in silence.

"Nice to have you drop by, Katze! Tea?" He asks, a dim light now illuminating the space when he pulls on a string that hangs from the soft ceiling.

I stand up, looking around in confusion. Why is there so much space?! I look over, and politely nod at Kinger, watching him disappear behind a corner of pillows.

I walk over to a small table and sit at the pillow before it, still marvelling at the forts size.

It was so small from the outside! How'd he even do this- Can he do it for the party?!

I watch Kinger reemerge from the corner and sit at the other side of the table. He sets two teacups down, pouring tea into our glasses before setting the teapot down.

"So what brings ya round', Katze?" He asks, picking up his cup.

I take a sip of my tea before speaking. "Well..ya know how the adventures kind of pile up anxiety on all of us?"

"I do.."

He nods, eyebrows pinching together as he looks down into the golden tea he holds.

"Well, I was thinking about throwing a party to lift everyone's spirits and I was wondering if you could build a fortress for it. I know we can't really escape the adventures…or the circus so…even if it's just for a little bit, I wanna see everyone smile together again..Is that cheesy?"

Kinger places a hand over his heart, eyebrows tilting together as his bottom lids lift ever so slightly to show he's smiling.

"No…not at all..I think that's beautiful..I'll build that fortress so secure, the US military couldn't get inside! ..Where should I put it?"

"Oh yeah! I had Caine make an infinite pillow on the stage just for you." I say, finishing my tea and standing.

"Oh how thoughtful of you!" He says, following behind me.

I crawl out of the fort and I swear in the corner of my eye I can see Caine for a split second before he disappears.

What the hell..? I shake off the sight and stand up, chalking it up to exhaustion.

Once we leave the fort, I look back at Kinger as his eyes adjust to the lighting. His pupils dilate bigger and his train of thought melts away.

"Oh hi, Katze."

He notices me, waving. I smile, unsure of his memory.

After relaying the plan to him, he heads up to the stage to build the fortress. I decide not to rely mostly on Kinger's skills and end up in my room, shredding confetti and making plans.

Despite my mental exhaustion, I think of the reward and power through. I know seeing everyone happy again will make it all worth it. And who knows, maybe even Jax might stay around!

As I'm colouring, I feel a sense of unease fill my being. My tail stiffens, ears pointing up in alert, searching the air for anything foreign. My pupils dilate into slits as I look away from the lamp on my desk and around my dim bedroom. My vision rivals the dark as I scan through the space. I come up short of any evidence that'd suggest I was ever being watched and reluctantly go back to the crayons.

"Weird.."

After an hour of making enough confetti to kill a unicorn, I hear a knock on my door. Upon opening it, I'm greeted by Kinger who informs me the fort has been built and is factually the most secure building in the Circus.

"Great! Could you help me carry the confetti? I made a ton for the cannons." "Of course!"

Once we make it to the stage I'm a little…underwhelmed but I refuse to let my face show it. The castle is average sized and kind of..lopsided.

It's okay..maybe the inside is better! I think hopefully. I take a deep breath and decide not to underestimate him. Especially after seeing his pile of pillows earlier.

"Wow…Kinger.. This is amazing!" I say, close behind him as we walk inside.

"Why thank you! I took a few liberties." He says with a small laugh.

Once inside, I'm instantly blown away by the sheer surrealism of the fort. Glowing lights string across the ceiling, casting a dreamy haze over the space. Stars twinkle on the ceiling, falling slowly and fading out before they reach the ground.

It's so beautiful- There's even a bar in here!? I look at the bar in the corner, confusion etching on my face before I look back to Kinger shoving confetti into a cannon with the blunt end of a broom.

"How did you.."

I gesture to the bar and he gives another short laugh. "Oh that! I called Caine over to help with a few things. He seemed a little weird thou-AHH!"

"HELLO MY CUDDLY CACTI! Ready to get this party started?!" Caine swirls into existence before us, looking down at us from his spot in the air.

"No..there's a few more things I-" I'm cut off.

"Tell me! If there's anything this party needs, your ringmaster can take care of it, no problem-o!"

"Well..it'd be nice if we had some music-" "Abracadabra!" Caine points and suddenly a record player with several vinyls appear on a nearby table.

"Maybe some food-" "Behold!" Several dishes and snacks suddenly materialise.

"Ooh!" Kinger exclaims, heading over to check it out.

I decide to use the tactic I learned earlier and lean up to plant a kiss on his jaw, silently praying he'll say yes to this last request..

His teeth blush as he begins to fidget with his hands. This state doesn't last long though..

"Thank you so much Caine and just one more thing..some weed-"

Caine gasps, clutching at his chest in disbelief. "The devils lettuce?! Absolutely not!"

"Caine, please just hear me out-" He crosses his arms, seemingly immovable in his stance.

"No way- no how am I allowing 'the marijuana' in this digital circus!" His voice is authoritative as he puts his foot down with a small huff.

"Caine..?" I call to him softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm, feeling him tense under me for just a second before relaxing. His eyes meet mine and I start to make my point.

"It's something we'd all like and everyone will think you're super cool if you agree.."

I throw in the last bit in hopes to stroke his ego. It looks like it's working..

He taps on his jaw, thinking for a moment. "Well..I suppose you do have a good point.." My grin widens as I watch his previous ideology crumble.

He snaps his fingers and a large jar filled to the brim with blunts, spliffs and lighters float in front of me. I take the jar and place another kiss in the same spot appreciatively.

"Thanks Caine! Could you grab the others?" He laughs nervously, clearly flustered. Snapping his fingers once more, everyone is now standing outside the fort complaining. As I head out to meet the rest of the players my confidence plummets.

S#!%! What do I say? I didn't think this far ahead. I'm F#@%d! They're all gonna think this is a stupid idea! I wish I'd never thought about this! It's fine, just breathe and wing it… I suck at winging it!

"What gives? I was napping." Jax says, folding his arms, his usual shit eating grin turned down in a frown.

"I was drawing.." Gangle says, holding onto her notebook sadly.

"Please don't tell me this is another adventure." Ragatha frets, wrapping her arms around herself comfortingly.

Caine suddenly materialises in front of me and I assume he takes the front seat because the unsure look on my face but nonetheless, I'm grateful.

"Hi there my elegant electric eels! This is no adventure but it'll knock your socks off just the same! Tell em Katze!"

Everyone's eyes land on me and I smile nervously, giving them a small wave.

"Hey guys..I know we all just went through a rather..ahem..unfortunate adventure so I planned a party to ease the tension!" I say, gesturing to the pillowed structure with hopeful excitement.

There's a long beat of silence before-

"Are you holding..blunts?" Zooble asks, claw pointing to the glass container in my hands.

"Oh yeah, I convinced Caine to make an exception for the party. You all think he's really cool for allowing this, right?" I pray they catch on as I look over at Caine's face bursting with hope.

"Yeah, sure." Zooble shrugs, the rest of the group loosely agreeing along with them.

"You had me at jar." Jax says, swiftly pulling the jar from my arms and heading inside the fort without breaking his stride.

"I didn't even say jar but I'll take it!"

I'm surprised at how little argument I get and especially shocked when everyone else follows behind him.

I can't help grinning uncontrollably, fangs bared in a smile. This is going to be so much fun! I turn to Caine who has adoration written all over his 'face'.

"They..they think I'm cool.." He says in utter disbelief.

"Told ya it was a good idea." I grin smugly.

"Yes! Thank you, Katze! I was afraid I'd never be worthy of everyone's good graces! You truly are remarkable..."

His words catch me off guard, sincere and soft as he gently holds my hands in his. My face gets unexpectedly hot as my ears flick down for a moment before I gather my thoughts.

I smile at him softly, tail swaying behind me a little faster than usual.

"Thanks."

"Of course! Now go have fun! I'll be working on a new escapade that'll blow your mind! Stay cool my crunchy cucumber!"

And just like that, he's gone, leaving me to worry about a potential torture chamber disguised as an adventure. I decide not to think about it too hard and step into the party.

Once I close the 'door' I turn to see everyone settling into the space, conversing and laughing. Zooble mans the bar, mixing and pouring drinks like a pro while talking to Gangle who laughs at a joke they make.

I see Ragatha, Kinger and Pomni look through the vinyls together to decide what to play. Jax has already started smoking, filling the air with a thick smoke that stays trapped at the ceiling.

I walk over to sit beside Jax who hands me the jar as he pulls in smoke through his teeth.

"Is it bad?" I ask curiously as I pull a blunt from the container.

Jax just lets out a laugh as he turns to me, eyes slightly glassy and red.

"You're dead wrong, Kitty."

He chuckles as his fingers weave around my tail, eyes squinting at me with an evil glint.

I jolt, pulling it away quickly. Reaching up, I flick his ear, watching it 'boing' back and forth.

"Stupid bunny." I insult with a snicker before my lips purse around the blunt as my fingers flick at the lighter to ignite it.

Suddenly my smile fades, tension washing over me as I feel an extra pair of eyes burn into the back of my head. I look around the room cautiously and come up short of another person. Exhaling the smoke, I look over at Jax.

"Do you..feel like you're being watched right now?"

"Uh..No? What's the matter with you? Can't hold your THC?" He laughs with a tilt of his head and I just laugh nervously in response. His words do very little to calm the feeling in my chest but..they help just enough for me to shake it off and let the feeling fade into the background for a bit.

"Hey, what'd ya say to Caine to get this anyway?"

I exhale the smoke in my lungs and think about telling him but..it's f#$^&*@ Jax so no way. I settle for just squinting my eyes at him and saying:

"No way in hell am I telling you."

"What? C'mon! I can be a cool guy!" He says, grinning at me and taking a glass of..some brown liquid from the tray Zooble sets down.

He hands the glass to me before grabbing one for himself and holding it toward me with a friendly grin.

I eye his glass for a moment before clinking mine against it. I guess Jax isn't all bad? But still, I'm not telling him anything!

When I take another hit the effects of the weed start to dull my critical thinking just a bit. My body begins to buzz calmly as I laugh softly, exhaling the smoke before downing the drink in my cup, wincing for a moment before recovering. My eyes turn down halfway as I bite my lip in a pathetic attempt of keeping it to myself.

But of course-

"You promise you won't tell anyone?" I inquire quietly and he crosses an X over his heart in response.

"Cross my heart and hope to abstract."

"Okay so- I can see you crossing your fingers behind your back!"

"Oops! As you were saying?"

"I had- Stop crossing your ears! Yknow' what? Forget it!" I say, turning away from him.

"Jeez, can't take a joke Kitty? I won't tell, promise." He says holding out a pinky.

I hesitantly reach out and intertwine my pinky with his, shaking it skeptically.

Pfft! Some joke-

"Well..earlier I asked Caine to make an infinite pillow for the fort and I kinda..kissed him without thinking and he started glitching out-"

"Pfft! No way! You telling me you-!"

"Shh! I'm not finished! So anyway, I thought resetting him like that could..make him more agreeable, yknow? That's how. Don't judge me."

His jaw drops, whistling before folding an arm behind his head and taking a drag of smoke. Exhaling, he speaks.

"I'm not judgin', something beautiful came out of your crush on Caine." He says, gesturing to the blunt in between his index and middle finger.

My eyebrows pinch together in irritation. "It's not a crush!" I whisper-shout angrily.

"Really? Cuz' you're the one that kissed him and he seems to like you quite a bit. Hah! You might even be the favorite." He raises his eyebrows at me with a grin and I punch his arm as a warning.

"Okay, okay. It's an infatuation." He declares, nudging his shoulder into mine.

"Shut up, bunny." I roll my eyes.

With the help of Jax, Zooble, Pomni and I, it doesn't take long for a cloud to completely occupy the room. The air we breathe in is nothing but pure smoke and I honestly can't stand to be in the hot box any longer. My head swims as take in another drag of smoke, deciding to put it out when the anxious feeling from before flares up again.

I stand up slowly and offhandedly mention getting some fresh air, flipping Jax off when he comments about me having kitten lungs.

When I leave the tent and close the door behind me, I'm immediately met with an even bigger eerie paranoia. A gut feeling I don't like falls over me and I shudder.

"It's okay, I just smoked way too much.." I hug myself as a shiver runs down my spine.

I try as hard as I can to convince myself it's all in my head but to no avail. Deciding to get out of the circus, the feeling follows close behind me.

The air outside is clearer, cooler and does nothing to sooth my nerves.

"Just calm down, Katze..it's nothing." I mumble, walking down to the lake nearby.

Sitting on a log, I look up at the moon who smiles and wishes me a good night. She actually calms my skepticism just a bit and I take a deep breath before-

Caine suddenly appears out of no where. "Hello-"

"S#!%! Caine, stop doing that!" I clutch at my chest, jumping up to my feet. My paranoia suddenly disappears and I start to put two and two together. Caine must be the eyes I felt following me all day..

"Stop popping up randomly out of nowhere? It's my entrance!" He says, straightening his lapels.

"Were you the one watching me all day?" I ask accusingly as he holds out his hands in defense, explaining himself.

"Huh?! Watching you!? Iv'e just been checking in! And besides, that's why I'm here.." He says, fidgeting with his thumbs.

I raise a confused eyebrow before realisation crushes my inebriation, my cross faded high completely disappearing. Caine heard what I said to Jax!

"Caine, I swear I'm not-" I start.

"In love with Jax?" He finishes.

"What?!" I thought he'd come to the conclusion I was using his feelings!

"It's just..you seem to like Jax quite a bit and-"

"I do NOT like that rabbit! He doesn't even wear shoes!"

"Then why were you two flirting!?" He stomps his foot, turning from me with folded arms.

"Pfft! Flirting? Caine, are you jealous?"

"So what if I am?! You..kissed me and believe it or not, a ring master in..my predicament has never even thought of romance before..you."

S#!%. I didn't mean for this to happen. I've gotta fix it..

"Caine..Look, I-"

The rest of the sentence dies in my throat when Caine turns to face me, pressing his hands to the sides of my face, my cheeks pushing together slightly. He closes his 'eyes' before pressing his teeth to my lips, leaving no room to complain or pull away.

I freeze in shock, my face heating up as my tail stiffens. He pulls away, taking my breath with him and before I can say a word he's gone.

My fingertips ghost over where he was, face hot with fever as the severity of the situation hits me like a bus, angering me with no apparent end in sight.

"What the f#$%?! Caine! Get back here!" I shout out into silent air, fuming at the sheer principle of him disappearing in the middle of an-argumentative…conversation..debate..whatever! He left!

"Jeez Kitty. You abstracting over here?" Jax asks with a sly grin, stepping out from behind the tree he was hiding behind.

"Shut up! I'm so sick of you!' I snap at him, ears turning down in irritation.

"Don't get mad at me just cuz' Caine saw you flirting with all of this." He snickers, gesturing to himself.

"I was not! Do you really think I would ever flirt with you!?"

"Hah! No but that's not what I'm here for." He says, stepping closer to me, leaving about two feet of space.

"Oh pray tell." I speak, sarcasm dripping from my words.

"I've got enough to incriminate you, Kitty." He grins, leaning down to my level, a hand coming down to wrap around my tail.

"Imagine the whole circus saw this-." He laughs, pulling out a photo from his overalls pocket and turning it to show me.

The picture is as clear as day, just moments before, Caine holding me close, teeth pressed against my lips and oh my f#$% I'm screwed.

"Katze smooching on our eternal tormentor. Tsk tsk tsk. Can't imagine the gang would take too kindly to that."

"Pfft! Are you trying blackmail me?" I try so hard to keep my voice steady with anger but it trembles a bit in slight fear instead.

"Is it workin'?" He asks, smirking like he knows I'm exactly where he wants me.

My lips press into a thin line before I give in. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Oh nothing! Just a small, random favour at a time of my choosing. Nothin' you can't handle." He holds out a hand to me.

"I don't trust that.." I say staring down at his hand skeptically.

"Do you really have a choice?" He asks, eyes glinting mischievously.

My palm meets his, hands shaking in unison. Jax's smile widens as he pats my head, ruffling my hair. He flicks my ear as I did earlier before turning on his foot, heading back inside.

"Dumb Kitty." He laughs.

F#$%.

Which should I write next?

Caine

Jax

Voting ended onJan 2

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!Vox/Shark Reader!

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I don't even know why I let Val drag me here. He said something about wanting to build 'credibility' with Asmodeus. I don't buy that shit. I'm only here because I pissed him off forever ago and the ass-hat's panties are still in a twist. Now I'm here, wasting my fucking time.

"Asmodeus is in a meeting right now but you're welcome to see our new main attraction while waiting. He's very proud of it."

I laugh lightly, irritation flaring up as I swiftly slam my hands on the front desk, staring down the now fearful receptionist.

"We're here exactly at the right time and he's-hah! he's in a meeting!?"

I laugh at her words mockingly, watching her shrink into her swivel chair.

"Oh, come on Vox. I want to see the new attraction."

Val says with a roll of his eyes, heading further into Ozzie's. I send another glare at the receptionist who now flees the room.

"Pftt! Loser."

I laugh at her retreating figure before straightening out my bow tie, now following Val deeper in the theatre-styled bar.

I should've just stayed at the tower, spending time on shock.wav's new upgrades, building plans to make hell great again, yknow', normal shit. Not stuck at a restaurant in the fucking circle of lust.

Val sits us at a round table front and center, giving us a close up of the empty stage. Where the fuck's the attraction anyway?

Some show.

The hell are we even so close for?

My question is quickly answered by the sight of Valentino now counting three bills in his hands repeatedly.

When I look back, the waitress brings over a bottle of..something and Valentino stops counting, opening the bottle before gesturing it my way. I shoot him down immediately. He only shrugs and takes a swig.

No way am I drinking some mystery liquid from this place. The ring of lust will never be my thing. To many shameless souls fucking each other in one ring.

Usually in public.

I check my watch while thinking of any excuse to leave this hellhole-no pun intended.

The tower burned down.

No.

Charlie Morningstar's hotel works.

Bahahhaaa! Yeah right!

Fuck! This is so boring!

Bright spotlights suddenly flash onto the stage, falling onto some idiot with a microphone as he goes on about..whatever.

"Blah blah blah…Put your hands together for the main attraction, [Stage Name]!"

Val claps way too eagerly next to me as I fold my arms over my chest, sinking down into my seat.

Please just kill me now.

The curtains suddenly open up to reveal a massive tank of deep blue water as music begins to serenade the room. The goofy looking band begins to play, plucking strings, pressing keys and all that jazz.

Floating orbs of pale, white light swirl with large fish, their deadly teeth grinning and chomping at the water.

Wispy aquatic plants flow calmly in the serenity of the water as the stage lights turn off. The lighting in the room dims, leaving the tank to stand out completely with it's glowing presence.

Hah! Is this supposed to impress me? I have fish much scarier at the tower!

Something fast and grey whips across the tank, too quick for me to detect whatever the fuck it is or where it is now.

Must be some kind of shark..

I lean in, zooming in on the tank.

I watch a breathtakingly gorgeous woman swim closer to the glass, hands planting against it as her tail comes into frame. The gills over her ribs work flawlessly to filter the air in the water, bubbles of air expelling as she laughs, waving at the audience. On her tail, thick, black stripes and spots cover her sparkling, grey placoid scales. Silver pectoral and dorsal fins shimmer along her tail, guiding her in the water as she looks over the crowd, sharp, toothy grin beaming in the glow of the tank.

The pearlescent luster of her pearl draped seashell bra catches my eye and I can't help but stare at it in fascination when suddenly her eyes land on my screen, startling me and urging me to snap my eyes back up to her face.

I take note of the grey placoid scales on the back of her hands as her fingers press against her glittering lips to blow a heart shaped kiss at me.

My eyes widen, a light blue hue covering my screen as I immediately sit up in my seat, quickly fixing my bow tie, now way more alert.

She laughs and swims away, disappearing into the deep, blue water as the music slowly starts to build up, growing more complex and dark.

I swallow the electricity in my throat, eyes searching the water for her figure.

She appears once more, now on the right side of the tank. Her hands sway gracefully in the water, weaving golden light from her fingertips.

As she swirls the streaks of light around, dozens of sharp toothed fish watch, hanging on her every command.

The fish calmly follow the light, creating a school that swarms in a mesmerising underwater typhoon.

I watch her swim to the center of the tank, flowing hair decorated with intricately placed blue underwater hydrangeas. Power spills from her fingertips, entangling with her enchanting hair. Her dark eyes meet mine again, though I can't tear my eyes away and watch helplessly as her palm slowly slide up her torso, painstakingly dragging up to her chest, over several pearl strands and finally wrapping around her throat as she bites her lip, eyes half lidded and finally raking through her hair to shake out the glowing light before winking at me with a smug grin.

I'm so fucking happy Val dragged me here.

"Ooh, did you get that on camera? I sure did! She looked right at us!"

Val says and I look over to see him beaming as he shoots her performance.

Yeah right, 'us'.

I roll my eyes and when I look back at the tank, the fish are now swimming around her as she dances carelessly. Watching in awe, I almost miss the massive set of sharp, chainsaw-like teeth appearing maliciously behind her, quickly approaching.

My eyes widen, electricity shooting through my antennas and crackling out in the air.

That's part of the routine, right..?

She continues to dance carelessly, seemingly unaware of the danger behind her.

!CHOMP!

The shark bites down as the music builds, climax ringing profoundly as the band plays. It's jaws capture her and the fish whole, smiling devilishly before swimming away.

The room erupts into screams and shocked gasps.

I stand up, hands slamming down on the table in disbelief.

No fucking way something good happens in hell for once and it's gone just like that?!

My eyes squint at the tank, frantically using my motion sensing lens to search the water for any sign of life, coming up short when suddenly the shark swims closer, slowly opening it's jaws wide to let out the fish and reveal the siren sitting gracefully inside, the band of her tail bent charmingly as she drags her finger tips up and down the length of it.

She's looking at me once again, eyes now half lidded as she swims out of the sharks jaws and right up to the barrier between us. She places a hand to the glass as the music mellows out, now soft and light.

Her tail flows freely, guiding her movements as she spins, twirling around the orbs of lights freely.

I lean closer, staring in admiration as her index fingers trace a glowing heart in the water.

Swimming to the center of the tank, she bows, waving and grinning at the crowd as the room erupts in applause and whistles.

She continues to wave as the curtains start to close but right before they hide her away, she looks over at me.

If my heart wasn't racing before, it sure is now.

She gives me a genuine, soft smile, swirling enchantingly in the water one last time before the curtains fully close.

I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔ N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ…

"

"So sorry to keep you waiting, what did you two think of the performance?"

"Oh-m-gee, it was amazing! You're a genius!"

Valentino and Asmodeus start to fawn over the attraction together as I straighten my lapels, clearing my throat before pointing at the stage.

"How much for her?"

"Oh, I wouldn't give her up for all the money in hell but how about a…deal?"

I raise my eyebrows with a grin. That works.

"Good man, let's talk business."

Valentino and I follow Asmodeus as he leads us down various corridors. We eventually make it to his office, taking our seats to start the discussion.

"She died two months ago, yknow? Found her in Wrath. We struck a deal because I saw something..special in her. She's a star. Thought she'd be perfect as my new attraction but here you are, wanting to take her from me. I'll let you have her since you have a much broader audience than I do but I'll be frank, I have quite a few conditions."

"I'm listening.."

After hearing out the conditions, I'm in shock at how simple they are.

1: Feed her.

2: Keep her happy.

3: Protect her

"Pfft, that's it?"

I ask in disbelief. Once he confirms, I immediately reach my hand out, a wide grin spreading across my screen.

"We have a deal!"

The room fills with our power, mixing deviously as our hands shake.

"I'll have you escorted to her while Valentino and I get our engagement levels sorted."

I nod as he calls the escort via nearby telephone. He appears quickly, leading me to an elevator. Straightening out the cuffs of my sleeves, I follow behind the nerdy looking escort. After the ride, he leads me to a door with a golden star on it's surface.

"Here she is! Bye!" He says before quickly fleeing.

Fuckin' weirdo..

Now that I'm alone, I can feel the electricity in my stomach, jolting around nervously.

I knock on the door firmly, straightening my bow tie as I clear my throat. After being met with no reply, I slowly push open the door, head peeking in.

"Hello..?"

I call out into the dim room, stepping in further and closing the door behind me. My eyes settle in the lighting, bringing my attention to the figure behind the sheer partition. I watch as the woman's silhouette fixes her stockings gingerly. The outline of her legs is enough to fry my screen for a second.

Legs..? Wait..

That idiot took me to the wrong room!

"You gonna introduce yourself or are you just gonna stand there?"

She asks and I quickly go to speak, fumbling over my words slightly.

"Hah hah!..So sorry, I'm Vox- looking for the new attraction, she has a tail-but not a typical one, it's kinda like a shark or-"

As the woman steps out from behind the partition, she slowly brings her hands to her hair, freeing her locks of the blue hydrangeas.

Wait- blue hydrangeas? It's her.. Where's her tail?

I look down at her, electricity catching in my throat as I stare at her face for a moment.

Holy shit, she's even more gorgeous up close..

"I was expecting you, yknow? I didn't know you'd be here so fast though.."

She says, stepping closer, circling me like a shark.

"I felt you two make the deal…I know Asmodeus wouldn't just hand me over to anyone so I'm glad it's you. You made me laugh.."

She stops in front of me, reaching up to take my hat, placing it on her head and staring up at me. I gulp, maintaining eye contact to the best of my abilities.

Does she know what she's doing? Either way, two can play that ga-

"Why'd you want my soul anyways?"

Shit-! I didn't think that far ahead!

"-Display."

I say quickly, watching her deflate slightly.

"Oh.."

My screen scrambles to fix my words, code scrolling up my screen quickly before returning back to my face.

"Hah! Did I say display? I meant content!"

I say, and in a stroke of luck, I watch her swell with enthusiasm, the previous confident facade she played so well crumble.

"I see you on a lot of billboards here and you seem really big. Does that mean you wanna make me..famous?"

She asks hopefully and I grin at the sight of her trying keep her excitement from bursting at the seams.

That's what she wants? This is the way to keep condition #2 alive! That's so fucking easy!

"Exactly! Lets talk image! Plan on keeping the whole mermaid shtick? Wanna go a different route?"

"Swimming is all I know but…maybe I'd like to branch out..?"

I grin, placing my hands on her shoulders as I walk her to the vanity, lifting her chin up so she's staring back at herself in the mirror before snapping my fingers.

Hearing the indecisiveness in her voice, I pull up several holograms promoting her in every sort of genre, being sure to put her name in lights.

"Yknow', when I saw the show earlier, I thought-

(I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔ N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ…)

'I'm gonna make her a star'…"

Her eyes flick to every one of her fantasies, a wide smile on her face as she envisions each one.

"Really?" She asks.

I nod, gently taking my hat off of her head and placing it back onto mine.

"Yeah.. Who's the star?"

I ask, watching as she thinks of the near future, looking thrilled, blatant euphoria etched into her features.

"Me.."

My hands squeeze her shoulders gently in approval.

"And who do you see at the top of e͕̬̩͔̩͕̔͛͌̌̆ͅv͚̭̫̖̲̦͚̙ͤ̚e͕̬͕̰̔͛͌̒ͨ̈́r̯̠̦̩͇͉̬ͨ̌̑̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣ͦ̇͊̔ headline in hell?"

I watch her eyes still on the file in front of her, clear that it's her favorite as stars fill her eyes.

'BREAKING NEWS: Vox has a shiny new toy for us to marvel at, come see her debut at V-Tower!'

"Me!"

"Atta girl…"

I retract the holograms when an annoying insect starts buzzing in my ear.

"Vooox!"

Valentino enters first, Asmodeus following behind him, having to duck under the door frame to enter.

"Oh, my lovely siren!"

Asmodeus walks over to [Name] and she jumps into his arms, telling him all about me with an incredibly wide smile.

My attention is pulled away when Valentino blocks my view, spouting bullshit I don't really pay much mind to.

I can't fucking wait to get away from here.

[Name POV]

The holograms disappear, though the image of me signing autographs is burned into my eyelids. I can't believe this! I do my first live show and meet hell's greatest tech guy in one day! And he wants to make me famous!? I'm so excited! -Wait, I'm literally Yn.

I look over to see the tall moth man from earlier hound Vox. He does not look happy about it in the slightest. I stifle a snicker when suddenly Asmodeus steps in.

I have so much to tell him!

Jumping into his arms, I start to retell Vox's plans- big big plans to put my face on everything.

"And he said I was a star! Me! Ahahhaaa!"

I burst into a fit of laughter, excitement taking over me.

"Oh I'm going to miss you here while you go out and do great things!"

He says, hugging me tightly, a sad, bittersweet hug.

Fuck, I'm gonna miss him when I start working.

A little after saying my goodbyes to Asmodeus, he walks me out of Ozzie's, wiping his tears with a handkerchief dramatically.

Vox walks beside Valentino, a bored expression on his screen as Val prattles on about…something before heading off. No one really listens to him anyways. Vox lights up when he sees the limo he called for pull up in front of us, heading to it quickly.

Hugging Asmodeus tightly, I smile and wave back at him as I walk toward Vox opening the limo door for me.

I take his hand, looking up at him for a moment with a soft smile before ducking into the limo, marvelling at the spacious inside and mesmerising lights dimly lighting the space up.

What the fuck?! He called this for two people!?

I slide to the left side, immediately sinking into the plush material of the seats, sighing in content.

Looking over, I watch Vox close the door as Asmodeus plants a hand on his shoulder, leading him away.

I can't hear much of what he's saying but..

Is Asmodeus threatening him..?

I continue to watch, doing my best to read his lips with a squint.

"Hurt her…blah blah blah..Rip you apart…mumble mumble.."

Suddenly Asmodeus's eyes meet mine and soften. I stare back at him from the inside of the car and he looks back at Vox before saying something I can't decipher and shaking his hand.

Vox starts to head to the car and I quickly sit up straight, smoothing out my dress when he opens the door, settling into the seat across from me.

I watch as he man spreads, adjusting his hips to find a more comfortable position, all while staring me down, though my eyes are glued to where the zipper of his pants lie.

He leans forward and my eyes snap up to his as he studies me.

"Champagne?"

He asks, sliding open the hidden cooler beside him to retrieve two chilled glasses, handing one over to me.

I'd be fucking insane if I said no to drinking with him.

"Thank you.."

He reaches into the cooler beside him, pulling out an ice cold bottle of very expensive looking champagne.

He reaches over, pouring my glass full and I move a bit closer to the edge of my seat, taking a sip, watching as he fills his glass and puts away the bottle.

The sweet, sparkling champagne is enough to take some weight off my shoulders, softening the tension in them and loosening the usual grip my throat has on my words."Yknow, I've never been in a limo before."

I say, taking another sip from my glass.

He smirks smugly, leaning closer with his elbows planted on his knees.

"Never?"

He asks, raising his eyebrows and drinking from his glass.

"Never."

I repeat, a small laugh ringing out from behind the glass in my hand.

"I trust I'm making this an enjoyable first experience?"

He says as the lights suddenly dim, soft music beginning to play.

How'd he do that?! He didn't even move!

I can't help but laugh while nodding in agreement.

"I don't know how I'm ever gonna take a normal car again."

He laughs, a cocky grin on his face like what I just said was hilarious.

"Pfft! You're never taking another normal car again."

He says, right hand gripping onto the glowing, cyan neck shackle locked around my throat. He holds onto the chain as it rests wrapped around his hand. He doesn't tug or even move, just referencing it.

But somehow it still makes my breath hitch and clench my thighs together.

Does he know what he's doing..? Either way, two can play that game.

My hand comes up from my side to wrap around the line of chain, sliding down the glowing links until I reach his hand. I hold his clenched fist in my palm, looking at him with the sweetest eyes I can muster, watching as his eyes widen and screen cover in a light blush.

"Thank you.."

I say sincerely before taking a sip from my glass, watching the chain disappear and finding myself missing it's presence just a bit.

Vox looks away to stare at nothing, words jumbling as he tries to articulate a coherent sentence.

I can tell he's trying his best by the way endless words scroll up his screen, face fleeing from the screen just like when I caught him off guard earlier.

I can't help but to burst out in laughter, looking away and covering my face to hide from his now confused expression.

"Sorry, Sorry! You're just so adorable-!"

Shit-! I did not just say that!

His demeanour immediately switches back to cocky as he rests his arms upon the top of the seats, adjusting his hips with a smug grin.

"Adorable, Huh?"

He's never going to forget I said that!

The car suddenly comes to a halt in front of Vee tower and I look out the window to see sinners screaming and taking pictures of the limo.

"Whats going on?"

I ask, sliding over to the tinted window and staring curiously at the shouting sinners. Vox slides to the window, squinting his eyes at the crowd in confusion when he suddenly snaps his fingers as a look of remembrance dawns on his face.

"Oh yeah!"

He exclaims as if he'd forgotten to tell me something.

"They're here for yo-"

"WHAT!?"

I ask as excitement and nerves fill my being.

"Yeah, I totally forgot to tell you but hey, sick pop quiz am I right?

A wide smile spreads on my face as my breathing starts to quicken in exhilaration.

"But how?! I don't even know those people!"

"But they sure as hell know you! I took footage of your performance and boosted it everywhere. All they needed was to see you!"

He says, holding up the projection of my performance at Ozzie's, watching it with a proud smirk…Like he's proud I'm his now.

"Oh my god, I'm so…!"

I struggle to find a word to describe this legendary feeling and he fills it in for me with a laugh.

"Thrilled? I know you wanna get out there. Shall we?"

He asks, opening the car door and stepping out onto the red carpet, holding out his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his, exiting the limo but when I stand, I'm immediately blinded by thousands of flashing lights and screams of joy.

My eyes light up at the sight before looking at Vox, who just stares down at me with a knowing grin and takes my arm to lead me down the aisle bordered by barricades keeping away the hungry reporters and fans from getting too close.

He looks proud, like he's..showing me off.

I'll let him.

We stop our treading and end up in front of a group full of reporters who all push their microphones towards us.

"What ring of hell do you rep?!"

"I'm from Wrath-"

"What even are you!?"

"Oh, I'm a tiger sha-"

"Are there gills on your tits?!"

It's clear I'm not expected to answer when a giant bolt of electricity spikes from the power lines above, striking the man where he stood, leaving behind nothing but a scorch mark on the ground to remember him by.

I look at Vox who is staring off to the side, whistling 'innocently'.

I give him an incredulous look and squeeze his arm as a small thanks before turning my attention back to answering questions and signing autographs.

As we go on, Vox steps in when a big question trips me up or when I'd forgotten a pen for the autographs, being sure everything runs smoothly and as we near the end of my appearance, I decide to make my exit flashy and memorable.

My hands sway before me methodically, swirling bright beams of light around me as I twirl on my feet, smiling. My arms raise, expelling my power into the air as it explodes in a bright array of fireworks.

The crowd shouts and cheers furiously, staring up at the lights in amazement.

I look at the audience and wink, spinning on my heel to grab Vox's arm, continuing into the tower in one swift moment.

When the door closes, I let out a sigh of relief, taking a moment to hyperventilate before perking up. I start to laugh uncontrollably, the excitement of what just happened finally dawning on me.

"Oh my god, that was so fucking awesome! I was really nervous, did I do well?"

He sputters, laughing incredulously at my words as he looks between me and the blue holographic chart in his hand.

"Wha-Pfft-Ahahaha! Did you do well!?"

I look at the graph and my lips pull into a triumphant grin.

"I'm assuming they liked me?"

"Liked you!? They loved you! You're more popular than the models Vel-!"

"Vox!"

He tenses, turning to face Velvette, the backbone of the Vee's who is clearly not happy. She texts on her phone wildly while looking up at him with a furious expression.

"Hey! Velvette, hows it goin-!" He starts.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me the pretty ones!? I'm scrolling on fucking Hellagram seeing this mermaid chick blow up! She should be working for m-"

Her head suddenly turns to look at me, a joyous look appearing on her previously aggressive face. My eyes widen as she outstretches her arms to me and I instinctively place my hands in hers. Somehow I just know to greet her with two kisses on the air beside her cheeks as she greets me the same. I guess that's just the magic of Velvette. She raises my hand high, giving me a twirl as she looks me over.

"Yes, I'm loving the look!"

She says, snapping pictures of me from every angle.

"But doll, working for Vox..?"

Her hand waves at him dismissively as he folds his arms, a deadpanned expression on his face.

"You should be with me, modelling and surrounded by people on your own level!"

She says matter-of-factly, scrolling up on her phone to produce several purple holograms around us, shielding my view of Vox. "My work is way more impressive than that dickhead with no depth perception!"

I look around at elegant dresses, flashy street wear, scene clothes and way more I can't wrap my head around.

"Wow..All off these clothes are so pretty! I need that dress-! Is that lingerie? That top is such a gorgeous pink-!"

I marvel at the massive fashion empire Velvette has built, mentally adding everything to my wish list.

I'm pulled from my haze of awe by Vox pushing the holograms away and placing his hands on my shoulders, leading me further from Velvette with a laugh.

"Ha ha! Nice try Velvette, but this one's mine."

"Vox, Why!? Those clothes were gorgeous!"

I complain as I walk with Vox to the elevator down the hall.

"Trust me, you do not want to work with her.."

He mumbles, pulling up a small projection with an image of Velvette in a fit of rage, violently beheading one of her models with her bare hands.

I inhale sharply through my teeth, nodding in agreement. I later find out, this was his way of abiding by condition number three.

"This isn't over Vox!"

She shouts after him and he just keeps walking, placing his left hand on the small of my back to gently push me forward into the elevator. He steps forward, reaching over me to scan his watch beside the penthouse button.

Holy shit, he's so close! Act natural! My heart is pounding-say something!

The door closes and a moment of silence passes us so I ask something that's been nagging my brain for a while as he returns to his spot next to me.

"What's Valentino do here?"

I watch him hold back a laugh as he speaks.

"Porn."

He snickers, straightening out his bow tie.

I try to stifle it but I can't help but laugh too, the previous nervousness in my body melting away as the atmosphere in the elevator becomes light-weightlessly careless and when I look at Vox, I know he feels it too.

The moment doesn't last for long though…

I feel the elevator stop it's ascent, doors opening to reveal a short, scrawny guy with a Voxtech badge carrying a stack of unorganised folders. He takes one step into the elevator when he looks up to see Vox's terrifyingly dark expression glaring down at him. I blink and when my eyes open again, the scrawny guy isn't there anymore. The elevator door closes and we begin to rise again, this time skipping past every floor under Vox's control.

Pfft! Did Vox spook that guy cuz' he ruined the moment? Hah-! Wait, where's this elevator taking us?

"Where are we going anyway?"

His features morph into a wide, closed mouth smile as his eyebrows raise while speeding up the elevators ascent, anticipation silently killing him

"It's a surprise.."

When the elevator stops, I look at Vox who just gestures to the door. I exit first, curiously looking around the space.

Holy shit! His living room is massive!

The spacious, dark coloured common room sports a joined kitchen gorgeous enough to blind me when I stare at the stainless steel in awe.

Finally tearing my gaze away, I turn back to the living room, looking at the walls decorated with countless awards, medals, certificates and pictures of Vox.

Cocky much?

One of the walls confuse me just a bit as there is nothing on it, only smooth, grey and bare with a solid metal door to it's far right. I don't dwell on it long as I'm quickly distracted by the center of the room which rests a deep conversation pit with dark blue cushions, a short, square glass table and a black, metal box I can only assume to be another hidden cooler.

What is it with rich people and hidden coolers..?

I try my best not to marvel at..well, everything and I raise a fist to clear my throat.

"So..wheres the surprise?"

I ask, peering around the room.

He grins, placing his hands on my shoulders and leading me to a tall door. I stare at the door curiously, then look back at him as he nods in confirmation. I grab the doorknob, twisting the handle and stepping inside. I'm immediately blown away by the large, darkly coloured bedroom. I step further into the room, spinning slowly on my heel to get a good look at everything.

"Is this your room? How is this a surprise?"

I ask before turning back to face his now laughing face.

"Hah! No. This is your room!"

"What..?"

"Yeah, my room is right down the hall and you've gotta get acquainted with shock.wav so I thought, 'why not put her in the penthouse?' yknow?"

I blink, trying to process what he just said.

"This is mine?"

I gesture to the room, watching as he nods.

"Yeah but that's just part of it!"

He says, waving his hand dismissively at the bedroom and grabbing ahold of my wrist. I'm not even left with a second to freak out about my new room before he leads me back to the common area, walking us to the blank wall. I look at the wall, puzzled then back at him as he lets go of my wrist to clap his hands together twice. The wall immediately uncovers it's disguise, grey fading away to reveal dark, blue water behind what I now recognise as glass.

"Oh shock.wav! Come on out! You have company!"

He coos at the glass as my face twists into even more confusion.

"What's a shock wa- OH MY GOD!"

My hands cover my mouth in disbelief as an enormous mechanical shark swims up to the tank, smiling sinisterly.

He's so beautiful! Where did Vox get it? Did he make it himself?! This is incredible!

"Oh, there you are buddy! This is [Name]!"

I wave to the shark slowly, my eyes still wide in surprise and I watch shock.wav look over at me before he presses his nose to the glass. I step closer in fascination, placing my hand over the solid separating us. The shark lays belly up on the tank floor, rolling around playfully and I laugh in astonishment, turning back to Vox.

"Aww, he wants to play!" I say, watching shock.wav from behind the barrier,

"Speaking of playing with shock.wav…follow me!"

Vox says, heading to the far end of the tank, where the glass ends, pointing out a giant metal door with a turnstile doorknob planted on the center.

"What's behind it?" I ask, walking up to the door.

"Ah, I'm so glad you asked. I had it made just for you. Behind this door is an entrance into the tank. Vacuum sealed n' all!" He says proudly.

I blink at him in confusion. "Okay..?"

"I want you to swim with shock.wav!"

He says excitedly and I just stare, trying to wrap my head around his words as he goes on.

"Yknow, create a routine like at Ozzie's. I'll boost the video and it'll shoot your approval rating through the roof!"

I laugh incredulously but when his expression doesn't change, I realise he's serious.

"Is that..safe?"

"Of course! Besides, you swam out of a sharks mouth this morning, this should be easy peasy!"

Excitement is written all over Vox's face though I can't help but feel a little uneasy about shock.wavs colossal size and.. the fact that I've never swam with anything like him before. But I'm sure I can handle a cutie like him!

I smile at him as best as I can, trying to keep away the weariness in me.

Oh well, I can do this..right? At least shock.wav seems..friendly.

Turns out, shock.wav is a gentle giant and a fast learner. My days are filled with repetition and getting closer to recording that damn video. Vox isn't around much due to his heavy work ethic but whenever he returns whether late at night or early in the morning, he always has food, says feeding me is a 'number one' priority, whatever that means.

Today is the third day I've spent practising with shock.wav, and I'll be honest..It gets a bit hard to keep up with him and I have yet to see him get even a little tired. Though after several hours of rehearsing today, I sit on the tanks floor with a sigh to take a much needed break and I open my eyes to see shock.wav suddenly starting to zig-zag around the tank quickly before swimming back to me, tail wagging impatiently.

I put two and two together and grin. "You wanna play, boy? We can play! Let's go!" I say, scratching the top of his head as his smile widens. Despite my exhaustion, I can't say no to a face like his so I start to swim around the tank swiftly, whipping past the underwater plants. I try to keep an eye out for shock.wav but between the dim lighting and sand that I kicked up, he's practically the most well hidden thing in the tank.

I still, trying to pinpoint his location..

I look on my left to see shock.wav quickly approaching me, swimming furiously like it's his mission to catch me.

OH SHIT-

!CHOMP!

shock.wav quickly appears next to me, biting down violently onto nothing. This however, scares the shit out of me, causing me to instinctively flee, disappearing in a cloud of raw light and reappearing on the other side of the tank. I land on my ass, sprawling out on my back with closed eyes and a heavy pant.

"Having fun?"

Hearing Vox's smug voice from above, I slowly peek up to see him standing over me with a plastic bag in hand.

"You're back early, slow day?" I ask with a smile, sitting up as the scales on my tail retract, morphing into skin and splitting to reveal my legs which now stand slowly with the help of Vox as he offers his arm to stabilise me.

Vox laughs, his screen flashing brightly with the time.

"Pfft! It's 1:26 AM! How long have you been in that tank?"

"Ugh..hours. shock.wav really tired me out."

I reach my arms up, arching my back with a yawn before I smooth my hands over my hair, pulling the tanks water from my strands in a light, floating orb of liquid and guiding it to the kitchen sink.

My tired eyes look down at the bag in Vox's hand, bringing attention to hunger creeping up on me. I grab his hand, leading him to the couch, heart set on whatever might be in that bag.

"What'd you get tonight?"

I ask, sitting beside him and pulling myself into a cross legged position as I sleepily rest my head on his right shoulder.

The TV begins to play a random channel as he starts to unbox the mystery hiding away.

"Indulge me, I had a sweet tooth."

As he sets out the contents if the bag on the table, I take note of the well packaged cupcakes, parfaits, cookies and other extremely sugary desserts, smile widening with each glance.

"I'll think about it." I tease, grabbing a strawberry adorned parfait and plastic spoon. I'm immediately won over by the sweet taste of the parfait and fresh berries, humming in delight. I look over at Vox to see if he's enjoying it as much as I am and my eyes widen at the sight of him raising his hand to his screen, blue tongue flicking out of his mouth to lick the whipped cream from his fingers.

My face heats up and I look away before he can catch me staring, distracting myself with TV and the dessert in my hands. Even as we continue watching the TV in a calm silence, I can't help but wonder..

"How does your tongue come out of the screen? Like..what's in there..?"

I ask, slightly apprehensive about my words.

He laughs, leaning closer as he challenges me with his words, taking my right hand in his and slowly raising it to his mouth, tongue slowly threatening to lave over my palm.

"Wanna find out?"

I gulp, my gaze flicking between his piercing eyes and glowing blue tongue.

Do I retreat or flirt back?! What the fuck- What do I do?! Thinking over my options, I decide not to back down, instead turning up the intensity between us.

I adjust my seating, facing him with a sly grin and leaning closer.

"I might.."

I watch his eyes carefully study mine as his tongue darts out to swipe across my palm slowly, leaving a hot, wet trail of saliva behind. My face burns with arousal as I turn away, trying my hardest to not lose the composure I worked so hard to gain.

"Uh uh..Don't turn away.."

He mumbles disapprovingly as he uses his free hand to turn my gaze back to his eyes.

"You're the one that wanted to know."

He grins, pressing a kiss to my hand before slowly dragging his tongue over my fingers with a distorted growl.

"̮̪̈S̖̜͚̥͍̦̩̱̽o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ ̖ͥf̥̖̗̜̟͙͕̔̎̄̆i͗n͎̦̜̻͈͔̤͊͒̀̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̔ ̥͍̦̩̱o̘͇̩̞̗ͯ̋ͭ͂u̠̜ͦ̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊."

I swallow my nerves, eyes now half lidded as my fingers curiously slide over the length of his tongue. It's hot, smooth like glass and seriously turning me on.

Bringing my left hand up to his screen, my fingers deftly run over his razor sharp teeth. I hear something primal rumble in Vox as he glares at me dangerously through half lidded eyes.

My middle and ring fingers work in tandem, pushing past the screen and into Vox's mouth. My fingertips press down lightly on the back of his tongue, watching the blatant arousal in him rise as something close by begins to whirr and it doesn't take long to realise who it's coming from.

I laugh, bringing my left hand up to pluck his twisted antenna playfully, watching it 'boing' as I speak.

"Pfft! Is that your CPU cooler?"

I ask, snickering at his unimpressed face. It takes a moment but he suddenly begins laughing too, though his is distorted and clearly mocking me.

"Yeah, that's real fuckin' funny, huh?"

He asks and suddenly my wrists are apprehended by sturdy, black cables that expel from the back of his head. My wrists are tied together as Vox's hand plants firmly on my chest, pushing me back onto the couch. I struggle to break free, resisting against the cables that pin my wrists down so adamantly.

"Vox!" I shout in mock irritation. In reality, I'm exactly where I need to be.

"Go on, keep laughing."

He says, bringing his claws up to the fabric of my t-shirt-Well, it's actually Vox's shirt so now he's missing one. Idiot. In one swift motion, the top is ripped into shreds, right down the middle, revealing the scales adorning my sternum and my deep blue lace bralette. Vox laughs above me, this time even more demeaning.

"Aww, is this for me? You're̥͍̦̩̱ o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂ͬ̅b̖̰̮̗͓̜̥̭͊͗ͬ̄̈ͪͧs̲̬̝͕̲̦͚̙̍ͭ̓ͦe͕̬̗͓̜̥̭̔͛͌̄̈ͪͧs̲̬̝͕̗͓̜̥̭̍ͭ̓ͦ̄̈ͪͧs̲̬̝͕̲̦͚̙̍ͭ̓ͦe͕̬͔̤̔͛͌̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̔ with me, aren't you?"

His hands run his hands all over me, groping at my tits with the most pleased look on his face.

"I am not!" I grunt, squirming under him in a half-assed attempt to break free.

"Admit ittt~"

He sings, thumb pads now rolling over my nipples to punctuate his sentence. My hips instinctively buck closer to his, clothed cunt pushing against the bulge in his pants through my shorts. Vox looks down in surprise at where we now connect before grinning as he presses his hips into mine, grinding down perfectly onto my clit. I bite my lip, desperate to muffle the porn adjacent moan that would have slipped out otherwise.

"See? Even your body is hooked on me, just confess."

He says with a long, slow grind that makes me want to waver, just a bit. Do I tell the truth? Tell him to fuck off? Should I lie? I try to think over my options but I'm immediately interrupted by the tempo of his hips getting slightly faster against mine, leaving me to turn my head from him and whine desperately into the cushions of the couch.

"No-!"

I refuse, pride swelling up in my chest. Though it's quickly deflated when Vox's claws make quick work of my shorts, tossing the scraps of fabric to the side carelessly. My legs clench shut spitefully. He wants me to submit? He's gonna have to-!

I'm quickly re positioned by the cables and Vox sits, declawing himself before the cords pull me to hover over his lap, guiding my knees to rest on either side of him. My arms are folded behind my back and all I can think is:

'Why is he so fucking hot?!'.

"No? You're still gonna deny it?"

His fingertips press against the dark, wet spot on my panties, two fingers pushing centimeters into me through the fabric.

"Even when you're this fucking soaked?"

Pulling my panties to the side, his fingers spread me open, letting my slick coat his digits before circling around my clit lightly- too lightly.

Who is he playing a fucking game with? He's barely even touching me!

My hips eagerly grind down, hoping to get even just a little more pressure. In return, I'm given a firm slap to my clit.

"Ah-! Vox!"

I glare down at him angrily. I didn't even do anything, why'd he hit me…!? And..Why did it feel so good..? Suddenly I'm not that angry anymore.

But that doesn't mean he has to know that..

It's clear he can see the confliction between pleasure and anger in my face when he smiles cockily and lands another slap in the same spot. My head hangs, shoulders jolting in surprise with a gasp.

"Vox-!"

"Don't think I didn't see that.. you like it when I hit you, huh?"

My eyes widen and I look at him angrily, trying my best not to give in to him.

He grins up at me as wicked thoughts fill his head.

"Do you like pain everywhere..?"

He asks more to himself than me, landing a hard strike to my thigh, looking up at me to gauge my reaction. This time I can't stop the squeal of delight leaving my mouth and I bite my lip to muffle it immediately.

"Aww, don't hide it, you fucking masochist."

He says as the cables finally set me on his lap, my soaked cunt making a mess on the crotch of his pants. Vox's hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him, my tits pressed up against his chest as my clit slides euphorically over his bulge. I shudder, my resolve slipping away when a large open palm strikes my left ass cheek, not to hard but definitely not softly either.

"Oh fuck-!"

I yelp, squirming on his lap, hands tugging against my restraints and he just laughs.

"So it is everywhere.."

It seems he has an idea but before I can question it, I'm met with Vox landing a moderately hard, backhanded strike to my right cheek. I freeze, taking a moment to collect myself. Vox's cables immediately let my wrists go as his hands come closer to me comfortingly then retract in slight fear repeatedly. He jumbles out apologies, trying his best not to overheat.

"I'm so sorry- I thought you might like that- I'm such an idiot- Are you okay? I-I'll go grab ice-!"

His hands grip my hips, about to pull me off of him when I look at Vox dangerously, placing my hands over his to stop him.

"Hit me again.."

I can tell this takes him aback by the way his screen freezes with colourful vertical bars and a 'Please Stand By' message. I tap his frozen screen, bringing up my hands to hold the sides of his face. His screen transitions into static before returning back to the famous blue face I know and love.

"Please?"

I ask softly, batting my eyes at him. I watch him gulp, electricity flickering between his antennas before he raises his hand, hitting me softly.

"Ugh! Vox, come on, you can do better than tha-!"

He hits me a little harder than the first slap and I yelp at the sharp sting of the pain before groaning in pleasure when relief lightens the ache just a bit. I can't help but to grind down on him with an erotic grin. That's what I'm talking about!

"Bedroom, now.."

I say breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck. Vox stands, looking between the two directions of our rooms.

"Yours. My stuffed animals don't need to see whats about to happen to you.."

I mumble, leaning up and plucking his antenna once more with a small snicker.

He laughs tauntingly, hand spanking my ass in a swift motion as he heads to his room. I jolt, biting my lip to stop the squeal that wants to surface.

"Pfft! What's about to happen to me? Hah!"

"You'll see.."

I mumble as he kicks open his door, entering and tossing me unceremoniously on the bed once we're close enough. I land with a slight bounce and when I look back up at Vox, he's unfastening the buckles to his belt, staring at me with a devilish grin on his face.

He pulls the belt from the loops of his pants in one quick movement. He tosses it aside, stepping closer to me and unzipping his pants. I crawl over, eyes glued to his hands as they work. I watch him unzip his pants and pull his massive, dark grey cock out of his boxers, the head glowing a light blue.

Holy shit-!

It's clear he can see the surprise on my face when he starts to laugh.

"Don't worry, it'll fit."

I look up at him, skepticism gracing my features.

"You don't know that.."

I mutter, not bothering to stop my hand as it reaches up, wrapping around the base of his cock. I know I probably should..but I pay no attention to Vox, instead concentrated on his solid, weeping cock. My thumb slides over his pre cum, dragging it over the length of his dick, stroking it slowly.

I look up at Vox and my head leans closer to the tip. His fists are clenched tightly at his sides, screen now entirely bright blue with his blush. I tease him, tongue ghosting over the head of his cock but not quite reaching. Pecking a small kiss over his frenulum, I giggle at the sight of him shivering, slowly stroking his cock when suddenly I see the restraint in him snap and before I know it-

!WHACK!

I hold my cheek in pain, clenching my thighs together in bliss as I look up at him, tears beading in the corner of my eyes.

His fingers tug at the roots of my hair, firmly shaking me to punctuate his sentences.

"You still think you're fucking funny?"

He asks, the thumb of his free hand pushing past the ring of my pursed lips, swiping over my tongue when my mouth opens obediently.

"Suck my dick like you mean it."

I nod submissively as he guides me back to his dick with a smug smile. I stick my tongue out and slowly push my head down the length of his cock, lips wrapping around him as I look up. He grunts, leaning his head back in pleasure.

Seeing his reaction spurs me on and I do my best to take as much as I can, using my hand to stroke what can't fit just yet. I bob my head sensually, humming around him in an attempt to take more.

I speed up, shuffling closer to him and hollowing out my cheeks, slurping up and down his shaft. His eyes roll back as his hands push me further down. My eyes clench shut, pricking with more tears as he hits the back of my throat.

"Oh fuck..That's it, suck that cock, baby.."

He growls, voice glitching lowly. Hearing how much my mouth affects him, I make it appoint to take even more of him in. I push closer, the last few inches in front of my eyes taunting me as I gag, throat constricting around the head of his cock. I continue swaying my head, sucking his dick in a consistent, quick tempo.

"Shit-!"

He curses, antennas juggling electricity. After a small while of mental preparation, I forcefully push my head down the last two inches, choking breathlessly. My body tenses in protest but I continue, drooling as the thick mix of my saliva and his pre cum drips down my chin and splashes on the floor. I relax my throat, humming and sucking around him adamantly and in return, his grip on my hair tightens as he tugs my head back.

"H-hold on, fuck-"

I look up at him ignoring his words and speeding up just a bit, slurping and sucking at his cock obscenely, not really concerned with keeping up appearances anymore, though it doesn't matter as his eyes screw shut tightly before he finally pulls me off of him with a swift tug of his hand, keeping me in place to stop me. I watch as the strings of saliva connecting us break, glistening under the dim lighting of Hell's moon peeking in through the curtains.

My eyebrows pinch together as I pout helplessly, gripping at his wrist in a poor attempt to get him off so I can finally make him cu-

"You're so fucking disobedient.."

I told him I'd do something to him the stuffies don't need to see.

He growls, cables apprehending me once more, this time to guide me on my knees, facing the headboard. Vox's palm pushes my head down as the cables push my hips up. I'm stuck in this compromising position as my hands grip at the pillow underneath my head.

The cables retract as he drags the head of his cock up and down the soaked lips of my pussy, watching it catch on my pulsating hole with each pass, pushing the tip in just a bit before pulling out, sliding down and doing it all over again. My hips push back against him, silently begging to be filled as I whine needily.

He thrusts into me, cock filling my pussy completely with a delicious stretch. I can feel him brush up against my cervix apologetically as his hips still, deeply seated inside of me. I pant, drooling on the pillow under me as I desperately shake my hips, enticing him slightly.

"Told you I'd fit.."

He says, pulling out slowly, leaving just the head inside of me. I rest on my forearms, forehead pressing into the soft pillow when-

!SLAM!

He pistons back in, fucking me relentlessly with a furiousity that's not kind or gentle..it's fucking violent. Electricity spreads through my being, sharpening my senses and dulling my coherency. All I can think is- Vox Vox Vox Vox Vox Vox-!

"Shit, Vox-!"

My palms flatten on the bed as I raise up, breathlessly taking Vox's deliberate and precise thrusts to the best of my ability without loosing my mind. Vox leans over me, bicep curling under my face, squishing my cheeks together as he flexes the muscle in a firm headlock.

"Oh fuck-" I whine as my cunt spasms around him and he laughs lowly in my ear.

"You like that shit don't you?"

His thrusts speed up, brutally slamming into me harder than I think I can take. Drool spills from my open lips, sliding down his forearm slowly though he doesn't seem to mind, instead using his free hand to circle my clit as he licks up the shell of my ear slowly.

"Oh god!"

A pleased grin spreads across his screen. and he spanks my pussy lightly in approval a few times, driving his dick wildly into my obscenely loud, squelching cunt.

"That's right, I'm your god..say it."

With the way his hips now roll into me deep and slow, the head of his dick grinding against my cervix, I just can't deny the request to stroke his ego.

"You're my god- Fffuck, God- Yess!"

As soon as the words leave my mouth he releases his hold on my face and starts to fuck into me brutally once more. His fingers rub at my clit, as his other hand pulls at the roots of my hair.

I can feel my orgasm getting closer and closer, creeping up on me without my notice. Then suddenly all at once-

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yessssss!!"

My orgasm hits like a freight train, hailing down on me as my cunt pulsates around Vox who is now pressing my head into the pillow and fucking me violently through the waves of my euphoria. My screams of pleasure heighten into a shrill squeal when Vox spanks me with the hand that was previously in my hair.

I feel Vox's hips stutter, now pumping into me with a tempo guided by the chase of his release. Vox gives a deep thrust, spilling hot ropes of cum against my cervix, filling me up to the brim. The glow of his cock flickers with each pulse before he pulls out, jerking off over me to spill the remaining cum on my leaking hole, the glow dying down.

I pant heavily as I collapse on the bed, legs too weak to keep up the position.

Vox lays next to me on his back as he stares up at the ceiling, chest heaving with a satisfied look on his face.

Rolling over to face me, he smiles fondly, brushing the hair from my face.

"How are you feeling?"

I laugh, a small snicker reaching the air as I tap his screen absentmindedly.

"Fucking amazing."

He lets out a sharp breath of relief, nodding before sitting up and zipping himself back into his pants. I watch as he stands, smile fading as my hand quickly reaches out to grab his wrist.

"Where are you going..?"

I ask, silently bracing for the answer to be 'anywhere, just away from you' or even just 'out' but instead-

"The bathroom since that's where the towels are."

He says, pulling my hand up to plant a kiss on the back of my hand, grinning when he sees my smile.

"Thank you…And can I play Block blast on your face when you get back..?"

"The fuck is Block blast?"

He asks, squinting his eyes as he searches the web and-

"Oh. Well maybe if you ask nicely.." He teases.

I smile at him softly.

I know it sounds weird but I'm so glad I ended up in hell..

AN: This took forever but I had fun writing this. I tried to write Vox's personality accurately while also making him easily flustered so let me know how I did. Don't forget to like this post for more, Thx for reading!

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