Man, it’s been a while. I take some comfort knowing that this last week or so isn’t great writing-wise, but it’s way better than last November. That whole month was a suckation.
In Rick’s POV, I’m fleshing out the Seelie world from the Domovoi perspective and, pulling even further back, fleshing it out when Rick meets basically a creation goddess--she doesn’t like the label, though, since it feels inaccurate and trite--Agathe.
He had come to think of it as the 'time of the month'.
Like so many women did, with a different inconveniencing condition they had to suffer through.
His own was more and less convenient at the same time
Less because he was only afflicted at night and could do his daily business unhindered.
More because it changing your very own bone structure twice daily and being in an altered mental state during the night is both painful and terribly un-ignorable.
It really was rather tedious.
All research had gotten him to one published paper. And many rumours on the internet.
The 'werebreeder'-virus. A distasteful name for a virus that turns men into women during the full moon. At least during the night.
The paper goes on and on about the importance of the atmosphere for the correct light-response, any artificial sunlight-reflectors had no effect.
Complete darkness can cancel out the effect, but only small amounts are enough to trigger the effect.
Transmittable by bodily fluids - saliva is sufficient.
The transmitting effect can be cancelled, but once the virus took root, it is not removable at the current point in time.
... great.
It was still a terribly stupid virus and likely - in some way or another - engineered.
He did not know how, but since sex-changes or adjustments were more easily possible these days... a moonlight-trigger might not be that far off.
No wonder no one made the virus public. It was something people might experiment with, and that had to be avoided.
Of course he had to run into someone who had actually gotten their hands on it and afflicted him.
That problem was dealt with, he was treated now... he himself was no longer infectious either, but there was someone in Greece, apparently, who was intend on sharing...
It was not his particular problem, though.
Because there was still the constant arousal. The constant and very distracting arousal, that he could have gone without.
He didn't have that problem when he was male. His sex drive actually was barely existent. Usually.
It made the sudden need even more jarring.
To try to somehow better the situation, he had become an expert at creating orgasms for his female body. The collection of toys had reached a somewhat impressive size.
But it simply did not work. Orgasms only left her slightly out of breath and still very, very much needy.
The paper was possibly right, then. Only intercourse intended for reproduction was effective to lessen the effects of arousal.
Or strong sleeping pills.
The latter had an addictive effect, though.
No one knew of his affliction yet - he was advised to keep it under wraps -, but... he actually was in a relationship with two people.
And maybe - just maybe - they actually appreciated a higher sex drive in his person.
And if he was honest, his female form was objectively more attractive than his male counterpart.
There was only the discussion of... terms. And taking into account what the paper said.
This month, he had installed cameras in his flat, presented himself before and after the transformation...
And then used the toys. Excessively. It at least gave a reprieve of about a quarter of an hour.
And was a good measure of how very much willing his female body was to partake in sexual activities. And therefore how willing he was.
It would be different from usual, where he is mostly the one bringing toys and taking over if Henoch had enough. Or experiments were had.
... and the first trial would need to be without Gabrielle, since the paper speaks of territorial behaviour.
The talk went... rather smoothly, after they had seen the video.
Gabrielle telling him she would be fine if the cameras had a life feed, and they 'might try things later, right?'
Thankfully, they had.
Birth control was checked with a morning after pill - really, condoms did not help with the effects and hormones were haywire anyway, so a pill did not help.
And... if Henoch really needed to tie him or feed him, it was not the worst thing.
Maybe... there would be a little more data in there. And maybe he would get a good night's rest afterwards.
He would certainly try to keep the positions Gabrielle requested in mind.
Next week was another full moon... and so, Saturday might be a strange day for everyone.
The two of them certainly seemed not uninterested.
For him, it might finally give a little reprieve. The paper said it gets more manageable after proper intercourse was had.
Months passed. And I made habit out of actuall going home, bringing him all sorts of critters I could find. He… ate everything.
All kinds of food, all kinds of not food – but he preferred the actually edible things – and then, of course, the living beings. Or dead beings.
They should always have blood in them, though.
I at least guessed that was the common nominator?
When I came home and found a walking coconut, I was… a little bit surprised?
I mean, it was still entirely hidden by the shell, but it hopped away under the cupboard.
“You got legs”, I said, staring.
I put a mouse down so he would come out and catch the critter.
Aaand here Goopy came.
Very little noise came from the movement. There had been more of a scraping beforehand, not loud either, but… now it was almost completely silent. And it expanded over the mouse, eyes blinking all the while.
A sickening crunch came from the ball.
“… love the cronch, huh?”, I frowned a little, “We have to work on your table manners, Goops”
He cronched away and then, complacent, laid down a little and let himself be pet.
When I carefully shoved a hand under his little body - a few eyes opened occasionally, checking if everything was alright – it did step on it.
I felt the little legs.
When I turned it around in a second all the eyes were closed, I didn’t get a chance to see it’s legs, since it immediately screeched and turned into a blob and fled under the cupboard, hissing some more. I saw teeth.
“… you feel betrayed, huh?”, I scratched my head, “Yeaaah, sorry ‘bout that. But I gotta see those leggies. I still don’t really know what you aaaare”, I made a face. This was difficult.
The hissing didn’t really stop, though.
So on my next cocoa-run, I complained to Frederik.
“You still have that newbie? You can’t take care of every stray you find…”, he sighed, but took the beverage and the indulgent pat on the head all the same.
“Ronve, this is not…”, he sighed, long suffering and put upon, “Why do I ever indulge you, mh?”
“Because I make the best pizza?”
He stared at me, then sighed: “By the lords. Sure. Whatever. So, I’ll listen. Tell me about the new fallen one. Tell me so I can tell you one final time that I can’t do anything. Go ahead”
I grinned: “Okay! So! He is a puddle of goop. And eats everything. Like… all things. And he hides under a coconut shell. And now he grows tiny widdle legs and runs around”, there was a slight frown on his face, but he nodded along.
“Oh, and he grows teeth and multiple mouth sometimes and envelops his prey with his whole body and then just crunches them. It sounds really scary. And then He opens all his eyes – sometimes it’s like… eleven. But they get more the more he eats. And he likes bloody things. More living ones, really”, now I frowned for a moment, then: “… and it was really excited about my blood, but then… not anymore. It was weird”
And here his pencil fell out of his hand.
With a bit of an incredulous voice, he said: “It ate your blood?”
I nodded: “I… yes? It suckled on my finger and then didn’t want to anymore. It’s not dangerous or anything, though. He’s really nice! And it’s a he! I think”
Frederik just flapped his hand a little: “Nevermind that, it just fell, it can’t really harm you, but it ate your blood? Like… not just accidentally got a few drops but actively took it?”
“Uh, yeah?”, what about it?
“You… are aware that demon blood is poison, right? Like… a few drops aren’t going to kill you, but it’s… definitely not good for you. And… you notice. Like… no one can simply ignore that. You would at the very least puke from it. If the new one really is just… coconut-sized, this might have killed it”
“Goopy is in danger?!”, this was not good news!
Frederik just rubbed the bridge of his nose, huffing: “… Roro… no. It would have died already, the point is: It ate demon blood and lived. Leviathan did that, but that’s… kind of it?”
“So he’s special after all?”, Frederik would help me?
He stood and stretched, his back cracking terribly, I winced: “You need a massage”
“Nevermind that, let’s go and see your… Goopy”
I fistpumped and led him the right way: “Goops, HERE WE COME!”
