[ ID: Fanart of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game, but it's my AU Roseverse. It's digital artwork. It's after the bad ending of Smile For Me.
Habit here is a ball-jointed puppet. His hair is rose pink and receding. He has stitch-scars on his arms. And freckles on his shoulders, his cheeks. He has a slight moustache and a beard. Kamal here looks older and is of a thicker build. His cheeks sag and have acne scars. He has some stubble. His hair is greying with white streaks. A bit of top scars are visible.
Habit, or an apparition of him, holds Kamal, running a hand through his hair. Habit is in a bra and underwear. Kamal is wearing nightwear too, just pants. Kamal looks depressed and his eyes are tearing up. He hugs one knee, held up, slumping into himself. Habit frowns.
The background is completely black, save for the burningly bright golden lily behind Habit. Its stamens are a blood red, and they encircle Habit and Kamal. Some of its light illuminates Habits hair. The atmosphere is dark in color, only their eyes have some light to them.
Text at the corner spells out, what Kamals saying.
" why'd you make me bury you?
Come back.
Come back.
I need you...
Damn you.
look what you did to me.
I need help...
who's gonna help me?
Baby...I promised not to tell anyone. " End ID]
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In the bad ending, Kamal promises the Flower Kid not to tell anyone about how Habit died.
Vex swore to herself as she lunged for the nearby alcove, deftly dodging the line of azure-bright lightning that ripped apart the cavern floor where she'd stood but moments before. Her body twisted with her jump, flames licking up the length of her bowstring as she let a single blazing arrow fly at her quarry. She kept her gaze just over the edge of the crag, just long enough to watch it sail...and glance off the dragon's hardy hide harmlessly.
Well, fuck.
"I hate to say it," she sarcastically murmured, ducking down into the alcove and turning to face the rest of her companions, "but I'm starting to get the feeling we're not going to win this one."
"Oh really? What was your first clue?" Vax, her brother, snipped back. The darker and more broody of the two, he was looking especially haggard now—the leather armor he wore bent and singed in places, a scent of ozone radiating off of him, and sizable gash down one arm that, even bound in bandages, she could see was still bleeding.
They were all in a harrowed state, now that she took a second's glance to look them over—Grog, for all his strength and sturdiness, was having to lean on his axe hilt for support; Pike's armor was dented and bent in places, and her face looked vacant and drained from all her prayers; Percy could barely hold either of his guns, and between his broken glasses and split lip, he looked like he'd been through the worst bar fight of his life; and Scanlan was doubled over against the alcove beside her, half of his lute still gripped in a bloody hand.
Really, it was only her and Keyleth that still looked ready for more—sure, they'd both exhausted themselves in the fight so far, but neither of the two half-elven ladies were showing much wear or tear...odd...
"We should fall back," Keyleth suggested, worry stretched across her face as she, too, noted the sorry state of their party. "We can't go on like this—if we can make it back to the portal—"
"It won't matter."
Percy's crisp voice cut the ginger half-elf off, commanding attention even through the pained wheeze he made while speaking. "He's put himself between us and the portal—the only way back to Emon is through him. And even if we did get back, the sovereign won't listen to us."
Pushing up off the wall, and staring as best he could through the cracked lenses of his glasses, he fixed them all a steady gaze. "This has to end here, one way or another."
A tense, heavy moment of silence draped over the hapless crew, broken only by the distant rumble of massive footfalls over stone as, beyond the relative safety of their hideaway, Brimscythe continued to scour for them. Surprisingly, it was Grog that spoke up first—hand raising like he were in a schoolroom, though with a faint wince. "Right, but...how? We can't rush him—we did that already, and it didn't work."
"He'll see a head-on assault coming from a mile away, and his lightning breath will shoot it down before it can even get halfway," Vax muttered, tugging tighter at the makeshift bandage for his arm.
"What about that weak spot Gilmore mentioned?" Vex asked, shifting to try and steal a glance at the massive dragon without being noticed. "If we could get the drop on him, maybe we'd be able to get in a shot without being noticed."
It was a long-shot, of course—even in the moment Gilmore had mentioned it, it had sounded more a legend than a truth. But striking at the point where "the river splits into two" was really their best bet. The only question was...where was that "river"? Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the massive beast prowling between the massive stalagmites, gaze cutting across his form with shrewd swiftness, searching for anything that might be the "two rivers".
"We would need a distraction for that, enough to get him to drop his guard," Percy muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What in the hells would distract a dragon, though?"
"What about tits?"
If the silence after Percy's comment had been heavy, the one after Scanlan's was absolutely deafening. Vex whipped her head away from the edge of the alcove to shoot the gnome a look of utter disgust and shock—and she wasn't the only one, as Keyleth took a step back, her face ablaze with a sudden blush, clearly more than a little perturbed. Before anyone could say anything, though, he held up his hands for mercy, his expression surprisingly serious.
"Hear me out, at least! It's no secret that General Krieg was a bit of a womanizer—there's stories about him in basically every town in Tal'Dorei. And besides, you all saw the painting we walked through to get here," Scanlan added, a bit of wryness coloring his tone at the end.
"Oh right!" Grog chimed, before chuckling. "Heheh, dragon tiddies."
"Right?" Scanlan nodded, and continued. "And maybe it's just me, but he hasn't really been paying the girls too much mind. It's just us guys that have been really beaten up...and Pike, but that's—"
"That was...a mistake," the cleric admitted with a sheepish grimace. "I don't even think he knew I was there when he brought the rock down on Grog..."
"The point is—" Scanlan cut back, pushing off the crag to stare the two half-elves down, "—he might lower his guard if you two come out from hiding and pretend to surrender. Maybe offer yourselves up to him, just to sweeten the deal? Just enough so that Vax or Percy or Grog can get in close for a sneak attack."
Vex held her breath for what felt like ages—the verbal lashing she'd wanted to levy at the pint-sized pervert fading as he'd made his points...and as painful as it was for her to admit it, they were some very good points. And while she would love to have some counter-offer or other plan they could consider...they really didn't have anything else. Not unless they could figure out Gilmore's riddle—and with the way things were going, they simply weren't going to have the time.
Breathing out a slow sigh, she turned to Keyleth beside her. The redhead's cheeks were turning a lovely shade of pink at the suggestion, but she could see the wheels turning behind her eyes in much the same way as her own. She cracked a smirk and leaned over to prod her with an elbow. "I mean...what do we have to lose but dignity?"
Keyleth let out a small squeak at the jab, but did seem to lighten up a bit. "I mean, our lives, maybe...but I get what you mean."
"That too," Vex nodded, placing a hand on Keyleth's shoulder and giving it a faint squeeze. Her gaze turned back to the rest of their crew, landing specifically on her brother's face. "We'll do our best to distract him—take that time to try and get into position, and maybe find that weak spot. Be careful, we only have one shot at this."
As the rest of Vox Machina nodded solemnly, Vax met his sister's gaze, and held his breath. "Be careful," he repeated.
Something inside Vex's chest clenched hard at that look—the weight behind his words hitting her deep—but she steadied herself and nodded back, before turning to Keyleth and gesturing her to follow. Quiet as could be, the two slipped away from the alcove, stepping out into the open air of the cavern—out where the dragon would clearly see them. The dragon...that was now nowhere to be seen.
Vex glanced about warily, before looking back to Keyleth again. "Follow my lead," she murmured, before moving her hands to her outfit.
With a deft touch, she undid the top few buttons of her blouse, enough to let her large, soft tits bounce free, and began to strut forward, her heels clicking loudly over the craggy floor and echoing off the walls. Keyleth stared a moment, then whipped her gaze about to the silence around them as she moved to follow Vex's every movement, her own sizable chest soon on display as her druid vestments loosened.
"Oh Brimscythe~" Vex called out in a sensual, sing-song sort of voice, cupping a hand to mouth to let her voice carry further. "Where are you~?"
Her call was answered almost instantly by the cracking of stone and the crackling of lightning—a massive stalactite, so massive it had stretched from the ceiling to the floor and was as wide around as a redwood—had cracked and crashed to the ground, and rising over it to loom in all his monstrous majesty was the indigo-scaled Brimscythe, baleful wings rising like a mantle behind him. Lightning crackled in his maw, and his storm-grey eyes were narrowed with focus as he stared down from his perch at them.
Focus...and intrigue.
Vex swallowed hard—well, they had his attention. No going back now.
Turning back to Keyleth, she moved to press herself against her, their chests squishing lewdly against one another, and she reached back behind herself to hook a hand on her leggings. Keyleth, immediately getting the message, reached back as well and slid her pants down in time with Vex, the two flashing their plump and round backsides to the massive beast, and the redhead even sliding her hand further back to slide and pump her fingers between her cheeks and over her folds.
"Hey Iron Storm~" Vex crooned, flashing an enticing smile the dragon's way, "It must get really lonely being the only dragon around here~ why don't you loosen up a little~? I'm sure the two of us could help you out~"
Her suggestion was met with the bassy crocodile-like hiss from the dragon's throat as he stared the two of them down, piercing gaze dragging over them both. Massive claws the size of greatswords crunched and scraped across the crumbled stone as he stalked over the fallen stalactite, and his wicked maw curled with a sneer. "What trick is this, little elves?"
His question—spoken with that resonant rumble—sent a shudder through the both of them, but Keyleth caught herself enough to speak first. "No trick," she lied, leaning further into Vex's frame and swaying her hips tantalizingly behind her. "There's just no sense in fighting anymore~ you're clearly so much stronger than us, so we decided to surrender~"
"Exactly~" Vex agreed, twisting to bump her hips with Keyleth's, their round cheeks bouncing off each other and rippling enticingly. Her cheeks darkened with a blush—swallowing her pride as she showed herself off to the vicious dragon. "And if we're surrendering, we might as well offer ourselves to you, to prove it~ so come on over, big guy, and let us take such good care of you~"
Take the bait, she silently pleaded. Please, dammit, take it.
The bone-deep rumble of Brimscythe’s growl filled the empty cavern air as he appraised them both once more—his gaze locked on the hypnotic sway of the two elven asses before him. For a long, tense moment, he made no move…then, the rumble grew louder, and Vex realized suddenly that the dragon was chuckling. She leaned further into Keyleth, holding her as the dragon stepped closer, his massive frame looming over them both and casting them into shadow as his eyes burned down at them.
“Foolish little elves~ surrender will not save you from my fury, but perhaps you two will prove more worth alive than as snacks~”
Vex swallowed hard at those words, doing her best to keep her face from slipping, even as her gaze darted to the crags surrounding them. Now—now would be a good time for that sneak attack, before they actually had to—
It was Keyleth's gasp that pulled her attention back, and she felt her own breath hitch in her chest. The dragon had moved to loom over them both, the wide expanse of his stomach a ceiling over their heads, and half-crouched on his haunches—his pelvis just above their heads. And as his monstrous growls rumbled over them again, the two half-elf ladies were frozen stiff, watching as a seam in the crotch of the massive beast split open, and something began to slide out into the cool open air over them.
No. Make that two somethings.
Unwittingly, Vex's immediate thought was of Gilmore's riddle. "Where the river splits to become two." She doubted this was what the text had meant, but it certainly came to mind—as the two impossibly massive draconic shafts slid out of their sheath and bobbed before them—both bulged at the base, with knots larger than either of their heads, and shafts longer than their entire torsos. Large ridges and studs ran up and down the lengths—the kind that would make for a delightfully pleasant sensation if they were perhaps a tenth the size, but as they were...
Brimscythe's voice rumbled over them again, and his hips shifted, the massive members swinging like two clubs in an ogre's hands, with enough force to make Vex and Keyleth stumble away from each other. "Well~? You said you two submit~ then show it~ show your worth~" he growled with a taunting chuckle.
Vex bit her lip, dread settling over her like a shroud, and she looked past the two shafts—as well as she could with how massive they were—to Keyleth across from her. There was no getting out of this—not until the surprise attack went off, and until it did, they had to keep the dragon distracted. And...well, from personal experience, there were few things more distracting than...this.
Keyleth met her gaze, a pained grimace on her face...before she stepped up and squished her chest against the lower of the two cocks, a hand moving to stroke and slide up and down the ridged length.
Dammit. She was gonna kill Scanlan when this was over.
"Of course, Lord Brimscythe~" Vex cooed once more in that submissive and supplicant tone, moving to mirror her companion and squish her large and soft breasts against his upper shaft. Her breath caught in her throat, catching that first whiff of heady musk—like petrichor and ozone—making her nose rankle, but she bit her tongue and simply began to stroke and pump her hands along his length.
A hiss of approval rumbled in the stomach-ceiling overhead. "Good~ always a treat to find new pets that know their place~"
Vex grimaced in disgust at that, but said nothing—they only needed to do this for so long, she reminded herself, just long enough for the guys to make their move. She pumped her hands steadily up and down the length, palm scrubbing and dragging across the thick veins and studs—there was only so much she could do, though. If they wanted to keep his attention, keep him distracted, she’d need to up the ante…
Sounds of suckling, smooching moans drew her out of her thoughts. Clearly, Keyleth had the same thought, as the redhead had gone from simply sliding her chest and hands along the lower cock to instead sliding herself down the length until she had moved to the tip. Her hands cupped her breasts and squished them around the underside of his shaft, stroking up and down, as her lips and tongue moved to drag and kiss across the head—prodding her tongue at an entrance as large as her own slit, and sucking softly.
Damn. And here she thought she was the kinkiest member of Vox Machina.
Vex watched the younger half-elf work at her cock a moment longer, almost entranced by the sight, before turning her focus to the shaft before her. She did say all they had to lose was their dignity...oh, fuck it.
She took a step back and moved her hands to her tunic, lifting and tossing it to the side, before following it with her leggings, leaving herself totally nude aside from the thigh-high boots she wore. Biting her lip, she slid her hands up over the massive cock before her, caught her breath, and in a quick motion pulled herself up, mounting it like a horse—her thighs squishing around its girth, her stomach and tits against its upper-side, and her lips hovering just over the massive head.
A deep rumble vibrated through her in response, and she felt more than heard the dragon’s amused chuckle roll over her. “Getting comfortable down there, little elf~?” She could hear the grin on Brimscythe’s face, and shuddered as she felt his cock throb under her.
“Of course, darling~ I just want to make sure I’m doing everything I can to please you~” she crooned, and with her knees clenching tight around the cock’s midsection, she began to rock her body back and forth—large tanned tits rubbing up and down his shaft, her hips rising and rolling to hesitantly grind her folds against the large ribbed ridges. Her breath hitched, and she groaned, moving slow and careful. “Everything to serve you.”
Vax, where the fuck are you?
“Everything~?” A deep chuckle rumbled in the scaled ceiling overhead, and something about it…sent a shudder of dread into her stomach. “Then let us see how you take…everything~”
Before Vex could question what the dragon might mean by that, she felt it—felt the ridges of his cock under her stiffen and shift, then felt a sudden surge. Her eyes widened, and her body arched, as a sudden jolt of electricity zapped through the massive draconic mass she was riding. Out of her sight, at the tip of the other cock, Keyleth let out a sudden squeal, her lips stinging as lightning lashed across them and her tits, and her body jerked, her heels clicking on the rough stone as she struggled to hold herself up.
A wicked laugh roared through the cavern, and another surge of this electricity shot through his massive shafts—not enough to physically harm either of them, but enough that Vex felt her body jerking and moving on its own. Her folds pressed against one of the stiffened ridges, and she gasped as wave after wave of shocking pleasure crashed over her—instinct warring with her own reason as her hips began to grind more earnestly down into the shaft under her. She arched and writhed, struggling to catch her breath.
Gasping, she clung to the cock, holding on for dear life. Her gaze strained for Keyleth, and she felt a pit of shame plummet through her—the younger elf, with her lips right on his cock, was in an even sorrier state than her, her eyes rolling back, her body arching backwards—she was dropping to her knees, and dragon moved with her, pushing his cock down onto her and smothering her with his length. He was going to crush her, and she could do nothing but moan in protest.
This—this had been a mistake.
Vex grimaced, biting her lip as another wave of euphoric electricity lanced through her—her body sliding up and down the shaft, betraying her. They needed to stop this, they needed to stop him—
“Hey! Big and ugly!”
Never had Vex been more happy to hear Grog’s bellowing yell. Relief crashed over her, and she let a smile spread across her face, just as Brimscythe’s snarl shook the room. She did let out a startled gasp as she was flung off his cock, landing in a heap on the ground. Her body tense and shuddering, she collapsed beside Keyleth, the lingering electricity—and, if she were honest, fading edge of her climax—immobilizing her. But that was fine. She didn’t need to fight—she’d done her part.
She felt Brimscythe’s shadow rip away from over them, then the sounds of combat pulling further and further into the cavern. Pained and furious roars shook the cavern and her chest, and she groaned as she rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling overhead. Waiting to hear the sounds of combat finally fade. Waiting to hear of her teammates success.
“We never speak of this, agreed?” she joked to Keyleth, looking to see if the redhead had recovered. “What we did here, we carry to our graves.”
“Hm.” The redhead made barely more than a grunt in response—though, she couldn’t fault her, after what they’d both been through. Her face appeared vacant and distant, her body lightly trembling like hers was.
Vex sighed, closing her eyes. They’d be fine, once they had a chance to rest. But there would be no forgetting this—especially not the last bit. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but reimagine how that dragon’s cock had felt under her—how the electricity had sank into her, and shocked through her body. Perhaps that could be something she could look into, herself, once they finished up here—
She paused, ears twitching. Hearing something. Something approaching.
And not the slow footfalls of her friends.
No. Wings.
Realization crashed over her in the same moment that Brimscythe’s body did—a wicked grin across his face as he stared down at the two elves, victory in his face. “That was a nasty trick you two pulled—and all for nothing, I’m sorry to say.”
Vex’s jaw dropped, a pit of horror filling her, and she struggled to push herself up. “N-no…” she gasped—then, again, louder as she saw a scrap of familiar black leather wedged in the dragon’s teeth. “No!”
“Oh yes, little elves~ but don’t worry~ I won’t go back on my word~” the dragon chuckled darkly, his shadow looming over them both again, massive cocks once more swinging into view. “You two will keep your lives~ so long as you are willing to sate my desires~”
The horror turned to terror, turned to dread, and Vex scrambled to try and pull away—only to suddenly feel two hands on her shoulders. Her eyes widened, and she looked up, relief again—in her shock, she’d failed to notice Keyleth getting up, and moving behind her. She was still here, maybe she could—
“As you wish, Lord Brimscythe~”
A sensual smile spread across the Druid’s lips—her eyes still vacant and distant, but there was something else there now…something dark, and hungry. Vex’s jaw dropped—but before she could get a word out, she felt the breath knocked from her lungs as the heavy weight of draconic cockmeat smacked down onto her, pinning her down. “Very good~ at least one of you knows her place~ and the other will learn it soon~”
Vex wheezed, her body shuddering as she felt the cock slowly slide down her body—down, down, until she felt the tip move to press against her ass. Her legs jerked and spread under him, and she gasped out. “N-no! N-not there! K-Keyleth, please, he-he’s gonna break me!”
“Good~” Keyleth simply purred, the already-mind-broken half-elf caressing her cheek as she held her in place. “Then get broken, so you can serve our master~”
That was the last thing Vex heard before she felt the dragon’s hips swing down, and her world exploded into painful, agonizing pleasure.
There were some things that overrode the pup’s aversion to strangers. The scent she had caught happened to be one of them. On top of the person’s rapid breathing.
They weren’t a complete stranger. She saw them at the party while following around Murk like a little shadow.
Closer and closer she got until she was right beside them. The reflective part of her vest catching in the light.
BOOP
A gentle nudge of her nose against their shin. Then another before jade eyes lifted to meet theirs. “Sit. Gibbie help.”
Her words came with a paw at their leg, waiting until they took to the floor to climb into their lap and settle in. Deep pressure therapy helped these. They helped Light.
((Medical alert pup to the rescue for panic attacks))
[Panic (But Not at The Disco). || Accepting!]
Ash had been about to take off. About to run, to go wild through the base until they found something. Anything. Anyone.- Their heart felt as though it was about to be crushed, their lungs unable to get enough oxygen. Nothing but panic and terror, dragging them down into an all-too-familiar abyss.
The reflection managed to hit their eyes, first- catching them for the briefest moment, long enough for a nose to press against their shin. Barely-aware but too aware, their head had snapped down so hard they'd felt their neck crack. Trying to steady their own breathing couldn't panic around a stranger shouldn't- but their body refused.
The brunet couldn't run. Not with a paw pressed gently to their leg. A simple command that had them slumping, almost collapsing like a pile of sticks to the floor. Didn't want to be seen like this,
Don't let me die please don't, please, I'm sorry-
Unaware they were starting down their mantra, as a weight settled in their lap. The barely-begun frightened whispers of 'sorry' had barely started before they were fracturing, falling apart. Real.- Real and present and God,...
Ash would be lying to say they'd not whimpered. They'd not briefly begged- but the fluffy one resting in their hold, the feel of another's heartbeat, of another's breathing....
They were starting to steady. Their heart still clenched deep in their chest, their fist pressed over their front as if they could force it to calm- but their breathing began to go down.
"...th-.....thank you..." Like a building about to shake apart, only for the earthquake to halt just before the foundations could snap. Their eyes remained open. Didn't want to see darkness. Didn't want to see nothing. "...'m sorry, I..."
Their other hand gripped at their side. Felt the fabric against their hold. Present, just...focus on that. They were still shuddering. Like a leaf in a storm, but at least the storm was easing up.
Chad stretched, and he felt every muscle in his body ache horribly. It had been a rough night, and his head was pounding. He'd had a pretty slim string of burglaries recently, and the days of grandiose jewel heists were faded, well behind him.
A deeper ache hit him, right in that place in his side. And memories flooded back with the feeling, pain that he relived every time he felt it.
"Fuck..." He whispered, and he reached over to grab up the bottle of beer that he knew he'd left there. He brought it to his lips, but was met with dry glass. "Shit."
Chad's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed. Plush carpet met his feet, and for a moment he just took it in with a smile. There was always something nice about these vacation homes. They were always done up for people that were never there, which meant he could live like a king as long as he came in on the off-season. Another deep stretch and then he was on his feet, moving from the bed to the luxurious vanity where he'd haphazardly thrown his clothes the night before.
Chad managed to get through pulling his button up over his arms and sticking one leg into his pants before the sight of a man standing just outside the bedroom door registered to him. And when it did, the situation suddenly went from a quiet lazy morning to fight or flight.
"Oh shit!" Chad barked, stumbling back and nearly tripping on his own pants. "What the fuck!?"
That was when the face registered, his tired brain slowly catching up to his eyeballs, and the moment of sheer panic passed as quick as it came. He knew this guy. He'd run with this guy, for a time. A partner, for what little time they'd been together. He still remembered how Ronan had taken care of his wound all those years ago... Maybe one of the only good partners he'd ever had.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Ronan," Chad huffed, getting back to pulling his clothes on. "You scared the shit outta me. I didn't know you ran these parts."
Chad still hadn't noticed the bullet holes that riddled Ronan's chest.
