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Dave has been stalking you.

The Dave with feathers and talons and bright-ass orange wings, that is. You never were clear on how there ended up being two Daves, or why one of them is part bird. Shenanigans, you assume. It's what the game does: make copies of people for no goddamn reason. There's a kid running around out there with your face too. As if the world needed more of you around, Christ.

Point is, you've been catching glimpses of day-glo orange here and there for the past week. Just the briefest sightings, there one moment then gone soon as you turn to look. He's actually pretty damn stealthy. If he weren't the color of a damn traffic cone, even you might never have noticed him. Gonna have to kit that kid out with some camo one of these days. Not that it's your place to kit him out with anything anymore.

But after a week of this shit, you're getting real tired of the senpai treatment. You taught the kid to face his issues head on. That's why today you're up on the roof of the apartment you shouldn't have that looks out over the bright, shiny new world you shouldn't be in. Waiting.

Your patience pays off soon enough. An orange streak peels off from the shadows of a nearby parking garage and soars into the sky. A moment later, Dave is landing across from you with a clap of his wings, touching down on the clawed legs the game saw fit to grant him when it brought him into his new universe. God knows why it gave him back his legs but still left him looking like a mascot for store-brand cheesy puffs, but that's the fuckin' game for you.

DAVESPRITE: so this is what were doin huh
DAVESPRITE: the ol rooftop confrontation
DAVESPRITE: kinda passe if you ask me but you always did like your ironic cliches
DAVESPRITE: im guessing this is your way of calling me up to find out what the hell ive been doing tailing you

You stand and look at him, waiting for him to get to the point.

DAVESPRITE: thats your cue to respond for the record
DAVESPRITE: "yes davesprite please tell me why you decided to drop in on me on this fine spring morning"
DAVESPRITE: or maybe "no davesprite i dont give a shit why youre here now stop blocking my scenic view of the backwater slum i decided to run off to"
DAVESPRITE: or even "what the fuck davesprite how did you track me down after i went to all the effort to go into hiding from my own goddamn kids like the fucking coward i am"
DAVESPRITE: use your words bro
DAVESPRITE: you can do it
DAVESPRITE: i believe in you champ

Oh. Right. Speaking. Without a puppet's mouth to make the words come out of.

...Nah.

DAVESPRITE: ...
DAVESPRITE: nothing huh
DAVESPRITE: christ you havent changed a bit have you
DAVESPRITE: whatever
DAVESPRITE: makes this easier really
DAVESPRITE: cause to answer the question you didnt ask
DAVESPRITE: im here to kill you

Only the howling wind cuts the silence that follows Dave's pronouncement.

DAVESPRITE: this is the part where you run btw

You tilt your head. Thought you taught him better than to give his enemies the upper hand. Disappointing.

DAVESPRITE: well
DAVESPRITE: you gonna run or what
DAVESPRITE: maybe i wasnt clear enough about whats going on here
DAVESPRITE: the fact that im going to kill you is an immutable fact im stating for the record
DAVESPRITE: the only question is whether i get to enjoy the thrill of the hunt before offing you
DAVESPRITE: and hey who knows
DAVESPRITE: maybe you really could escape from me
DAVESPRITE: for a little while at least
DAVESPRITE: live out the last pitiful dregs of your life never knowing if today will be the day i finally put you down for good
DAVESPRITE: because that day will come i promise you that
DAVESPRITE: i always get my prey in the end

All talk, no action. You fold your arms, tapping two fingers impatiently against your bicep. Dave's feathers bristle.

DAVESPRITE: fine
DAVESPRITE: shoulda known youd have no goddamn sense of self-preservation
DAVESPRITE: but if youre not gonna let me have my chase youd better at least give me the satisfaction of a fight

A sword shimmers into existence at Dave's chest, embedded in his ribcage up to the hilt. He draws it and points it at you.

DAVESPRITE: bro
DAVESPRITE: strife
DAVESPRITE: now

Well. There's a new one. Dave challenging you to a fight. That's what you call character development. Does a big bro's heart proud. Your blade is in your hand in an instant, meets Dave's blow the instant after that as he rushes you faster than the eye can see.

It immediately becomes apparent that you're outclassed. Dave is faster than you. More prescient. Has powers you can't even dream of. He anticipates your every move, parrying before you've even shifted your stance, capitalizing on every opening. Whenever your blade gets close, he fades into intangibility then reappears behind you to rake wicked talons across your back. You can't make a single move without orange glowy shit appearing out of nowhere to trip you up.

You already knew you couldn't hope to stand toe-to-toe with a god. You learned that lesson good the last time you died. But you guess the universe saw fit to give you a refresher course.

In the end, the fight is quick and brutal. When a particularly nasty slash to your shoulder makes your sword arm give out, you know that he's bested you. You drop to your knees in surrender, oozing blood from the gouges Dave carved through your skin. The tip of his sword pricks your Adam's apple.

DAVESPRITE: are you kidding me
DAVESPRITE: that was pathetic
DAVESPRITE: i know you got more fight in you than that

Cal used to say that all the time too.

DAVESPRITE: come the fuck on
DAVESPRITE: like hell am i letting you out of this that easy
DAVESPRITE: get up
DAVESPRITE: get UP

You get up. Your left arm burns with pain and feels loose in its socket. Switching your sword to your other hand, you flash back into action.

The ensuing beatdown is even more one-sided. Dave dodges every strike you try to make by a mile. He slams you into the asphalt, into the air conditioner, into the door. He chucks you down the stairs then drags you back up, wings beating above you as your head bangs against each step. His feathers blur into dizzying fractals.

You black out.

When you come to, Dave's got you in a tight grip, arms pinned behind your back. You feel ropes tighten around your wrists.

DAVESPRITE: you back with me?
DAVESPRITE: cause damn bro i gotta tell you your whole performance just now was fuckin dismal
DAVESPRITE: are your skills atrophying in your old age or did i just used to suck THAT much

Both, probably. You sag in his grip. One good thing to come out of this: if he does kill you, at least you know he's got the strength to fend for himself. You can only hope the other Dave's as good as this one. Probably he is. Kid always did have a lot of promise.

Dave slips a finger into the bindings to test them, then drops you facedown on the roof, grabs your legs, and starts tying those up too.

DAVESPRITE: so i bet youre wondering why i decided to murder you

You weren't, really. But you know nothing's gonna stop him from going on about it if that's what he's got it in his head to do. You never have been able to get this kid to shut the fuck up. Not that you ever really tried. There was something about hearing him rapping to himself around the apartment all hours of the day. You don't know what. Just something.

As expected, Dave plows right on despite your lack of response.

DAVESPRITE: tbh if it was just me around maybe id have let you live
DAVESPRITE: let you stew in your own misery til you inevitably kick it in some sort of idiotic death-defying feat of puppetry gone wrong
DAVESPRITE: but im not the only one involved here
DAVESPRITE: real daves been freaking the fuck out since he found out youd been resurrected
DAVESPRITE: freaking out even more since you up and vanished and no one could figure out where the fuck you went
DAVESPRITE: dudes half convinced youre gonna pop out of the crawl space at any moment and beat his ass down

Fuck. You thought you were doing the Daves a favor, getting yourself out of their lives. Should you have left a note? congrats on the win. bye forever?

DAVESPRITE: point is hes got zero chill about you and its tarnishing the dave brand
DAVESPRITE: but he doesnt have the guts to deal with it so as usual its up to me to bail his ass out like a good little sprite should

Done tying up your legs, Dave hauls you up to prop you against the door to the roof, then crouches down in front of you. He plucks your shades off your face and leans in close, spreading his wings to fill your field of vision.

DAVESPRITE: see i got one advantage here that the real dave doesnt
DAVESPRITE: turns out being a feathery freak of nature is good for something after all
DAVESPRITE: cause what you humans always forget is that im not just dave
DAVESPRITE: im the crow too
DAVESPRITE: and thats what gives me the perspective to see you for what you really are
DAVESPRITE: which is so much carrion walkin around well past its expiration date

Dave stares you down for another moment, then knocks your hat off and gets to his feet.

DAVESPRITE: but hey
DAVESPRITE: you could always try pleading your case anyway
DAVESPRITE: probably wouldnt do you any good but who knows
DAVESPRITE: maybe if you spin a sentimental enough rap you can move my squishy human heart to mercy

He looks over his shoulder at you expectantly. You gaze back, unmoving.

DAVESPRITE: if im bein real honest here i can think of one thing you could say that might change my mind
DAVESPRITE: could be that id consider dropping this whole vendetta and cutting you loose right now if i had any indication
DAVESPRITE: even one fuckin iota of an inkling
DAVESPRITE: that you ever loved me at all

Then you guess he's just gonna have to kill you. You got no clue what it means to love anyone, and you're not about to start lying about it now.

As the silence stretches on between you, Dave's face does... something. Don't ask you what, you don't fuckin' know.

DAVESPRITE: nothin
DAVESPRITE: three little words
DAVESPRITE: thats all itd take
DAVESPRITE: just three words and id leave you to live out the rest of your days in peace in your shitty goddamn apartment with your shitty goddamn puppets
DAVESPRITE: but no
DAVESPRITE: you hate me so much you cant bring yourself to lie about it for one goddamn second even to save your own skin

Now. You may not know shit about love. But hate? Hate's easy. Hate's what Cal force-fed you like gavage down a French goose's throat every second of every hour of every day. His hate surged through you with every beat of your heart, and even now you feel its absence keenly.

And you know, with more certainty than you've ever known anything, that you could never hate Dave. Even if he kills you. Even if he killed everyone. There's no world where it could happen, no version of you out there that could ever, ever hate Dave.

You have no idea where to begin expressing that, can't see what good it would do anyone even if you could. You stay silent.

Dave's mouth sets into a hard line.

DAVESPRITE: k
DAVESPRITE: guess that settles that
DAVESPRITE: lets get this murder party started

With a flash, he summons a wickedly sharp knife into his hand, glowing with the same orange luminescence that lights his feathers. He straddles your lap and licks his lips.

DAVESPRITE: where should we start

Dave cups your face with his free hand and tilts your head up toward his. The tenderness of the gesture wakes some frantic, clawing thing inside you. You exhale shakily.

A clawed thumb settles an inch from your eye.

DAVESPRITE: eyes are a classic of course
DAVESPRITE: but
DAVESPRITE: nah

His thumb slides down to your lips. Your heart pounds against your ribcage.

DAVESPRITE: i got a better idea

He forces his fingers between your lips and pries your mouth open, pinching your tongue between his thumb and forefinger. The knife settles sharp against the base of your tongue.

DAVESPRITE: lets pop this sucker outta there
DAVESPRITE: not like youre using it for anything anyway

A flick of Dave's wrist, and your nerves erupt into white-hot pain. Your mouth floods with blood as Dave yanks your tongue free and lifts it to his own lips. He pops it into his mouth with an obscene moan, sinking his teeth into the severed organ with relish. Then he swallows thickly, eyes slipping closed as his fingers trace the path the raw meat takes down his throat.

Holy shit. You fucked this kid up way worse than you ever realized.

Blood dribbles down your chin. Your vision dims and the world goes sideways. For the second time today, you pass out.

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You wake to bile rising in your throat.

You convulse, retch. Your mouth is a numb, awful void, and the vomit rushes through it and out your gaping lips. Without your tongue you can't spit properly, so you have no choice but to let the last of it dribble out and ooze down your cheek.

Once the nausea passes, you let your head droop as you take stock of the situation.

You're lying on your side on the asphalt of the roof, still bound. You've been out long enough for the sun to have risen in earnest, cutting the chill of the early spring morning. Though your shirt is spattered with blood, you're not bleeding anymore, from your mouth or any of the gouges Dave carved into you during your fight.

You're alive.

Should have known he'd pussy out on finishing the job.

Off to the side, you hear a wet rustling sound. You twist around as best you can to look.

It's Dave, reclining against the air conditioner with his hand down his damn pants. The corner of his mouth twitches up when he sees you looking his way.

DAVESPRITE: thats it
DAVESPRITE: up and at em big boy

You stare back at him flatly. He had the perfect opportunity to kill you while you were out, and instead he decided to sit around jacking off? Kid needs to get his priorities straight. If you survive this, you're gonna have to teach him a lesson about following through on his promises.

DAVESPRITE: aw dont look at me like that
DAVESPRITE: you didnt seriously think i was gonna let you off that easy did you
DAVESPRITE: nah were not done playin yet
DAVESPRITE: not by a long shot
DAVESPRITE: so i had to patch you up a little
DAVESPRITE: sealed up the wounds with this shit i got from jane

He holds up the hand he isn't shlicking himself with to show you a tub of glowing cyan goop. Some sorta salve, you guess. Explains why all you can feel from your mouth is a bitter numbness layered over a low, throbbing ache.

DAVESPRITE: shame it dulls the pain but what can you do
DAVESPRITE: the important part was i couldnt have you bleeding out
DAVESPRITE: need that blood goin other places if you get my drift

You freeze as your concussed brain finally puts two and two together. Oh fuck no. He had better drift the fuck away from this godawful idea if he knows what's good for him.

(It occurs to you, maimed and hogtied on the roof of your own apartment, that you're in no position to teach anyone what's good for anyone.)

Dave pulls his hand out of his pants and licks his fingers clean of his own juices, then gets up and ambles over to you.

DAVESPRITE: so heres how this is gonna go down
DAVESPRITE: you probably already noticed that lately i got a taste for flesh
DAVESPRITE: its the bird in me
DAVESPRITE: always on the lookout for the next carcass to pick clean
DAVESPRITE: but these days ive graduated from roadkill
DAVESPRITE: wont settle for anything less than the freshest of fillets
DAVESPRITE: and wouldnt you know it
DAVESPRITE: it looks like today i got a succulent buffet all laid out for my perusal right in front of me

With one taloned foot, he shoves you over onto your back, then runs his gaze over your body, licking his lips.

DAVESPRITE: being consumed by me is a privilege really
DAVESPRITE: youll be incorporated into the body of a god
DAVESPRITE: secondhand divinity
DAVESPRITE: theres plenty of folks out there whod die for this opportunity and here you are being granted it for free
DAVESPRITE: tbh youre not really worthy of the honor but what can i say
DAVESPRITE: despite everything i got a soft spot for you
DAVESPRITE: god only knows why

Straddling your chest, he puts two wet fingertips to the underside of your chin and tilts your head to face him. The pads of his fingers press just below the base of your missing tongue. Your stomach churns with the wrongness of the sensation.

DAVESPRITE: but theres one last thing i need from you before your culinary apotheosis
DAVESPRITE: and thats
DAVESPRITE: your jizz
DAVESPRITE: see its mating season and i got a bunch of unfertilized eggs burning a hole in my oviducts just waiting for your sperm to plump em all up
DAVESPRITE: inseminate em real good to get me all full of chicks-to-be
DAVESPRITE: thats bird chicks for the record im not too picky about whether any girl chicks hatch out of em

What?! No, no, no. You yank your head away from Dave's touch so hard your head cracks against the asphalt. The impact sends another wave of nausea through you. You try to swallow against it, forget to account for your stub of a tongue, and wind up choking on blood and bile. Dave clicks his tongue disapprovingly as you cough.

DAVESPRITE: chill dude itll be fun
DAVESPRITE: i can see youre a little under the weather so im prepared to do most of the work myself
DAVESPRITE: all you gotta do is lie there like a good boy while i ride your custard maker and get myself good and bred
DAVESPRITE: so what do you say
DAVESPRITE: ready to knock me up big bro

You shake your head vehemently. The fucking is bad enough, but for him to want you to get him pregnant? Absolutely the fuck not.

DAVESPRITE: oh come on are you fucking serious
DAVESPRITE: i just told you im going to eat you and THIS is the part youre freaking out about??
DAVESPRITE: really im giving you the blessing of a lifetime here
DAVESPRITE: you get to go out with a bang and have the honor of siring a clutch of demigods to boot
DAVESPRITE: whats not to like
BRO: auuhh.

Your protest comes out as a burbling groan, your severed tongue rendering you even more mute than usual. Dave scoffs.

DAVESPRITE: oh now you want to talk huh
DAVESPRITE: didnt quite catch that though
DAVESPRITE: youre gonna have to speak up if you want me to understand
BRO: ngguuoh.
DAVESPRITE: whats that bro
DAVESPRITE: you cant wait to squirt your baby batter into my easy bake oven
DAVESPRITE: hell yeah brother
DAVESPRITE: lets get on with the procreation

He stands and steps over you, unzipping his fly.

DAVESPRITE: and hey dont freak about the eggs too much
DAVESPRITE: maybe i wont even keep em
DAVESPRITE: might just crack em open once theyre laid and scramble myself a bromelette
DAVESPRITE: make some eggs bronedict
DAVESPRITE: cook up a broufflé

He pauses, pants halfway off his legs, and cocks his head at you thoughtfully.

DAVESPRITE: but then again maybe i will hatch them
DAVESPRITE: did you ever consider that maybe id want something around to remember you by once youre gone
DAVESPRITE: ha who am i kidding
DAVESPRITE: of course you didnt

You can't let this happen. You have to get out of here. Your sword is still in your strife deck. If you can pull it out at just the right angle, then maybe...

You watch Dave as he strips, waiting for your moment. There. As soon as Dave pulls his shirt up over his eyes, you arch your back and summon your sword into your hand. Cold metal pierces the skin between your shoulder blades, but you don't give a shit. The important part is that it also sliced open some of the ropes, giving you just enough wiggle room to wrench your hand around and finish the job. Hands free, you thrust the blade down to sever the ropes around your ankles and stagger to your feet.

DAVESPRITE: oh hell nah

You lurch into a flash step, aiming for the nearest edge of the roof, but even as you're in motion you feel something whip around your legs. You stumble and fall as glowing orange ropes snake around your limbs and bind you up tighter than ever.

Dave gives an aggrieved sigh and bends to finish stripping off his underwear. Then, fully nude, he walks over and pries your sword out of your hand. He runs a hand down the flat of the blade appraisingly.

DAVESPRITE: looks like i just scored myself a new accessory
DAVESPRITE: sweet

With that, he plunges your katana through the notch between his tits until the hilt rests against his ribcage. The blade comes out clean through the other side. He cranes his head to look himself over.

DAVESPRITE: what do you think
DAVESPRITE: not a bad look if i say so myself
DAVESPRITE: doesnt quite match the whole orange tang aesthetic i got goin on but it sure makes for a hell of a statement piece

You close your eyes, defeated. Shoulda just run yourself through instead of fucking around trying to get away. Idiot.

DAVESPRITE: now that we got that sorry escape attempt out of the way
DAVESPRITE: lets get freaky with it

He drags you across the roof and heaves you up against the air conditioner. The cut on your back scrapes painfully against the corroded metal. Then once he's got you propped up, he takes a talon to your shirt and rips it open down the center. His claw catches your skin as he does, scratching a shallow line down your abs. You grit your teeth and don't let yourself shudder.

Dave brushes your torn shirt aside and runs appreciative hands over your pecs.

DAVESPRITE: hell yeah thats some prime beefsteak right there
DAVESPRITE: cant wait to grill these babies up with some nice barbecue sauce
DAVESPRITE: sink my teeth in and feel the juices run down my chin
DAVESPRITE: thats the good shit let me tell you
DAVESPRITE: but im getting ahead of myself

His fingers trace your abs down to your waistband then get to work undoing your belt.

DAVESPRITE: lets get a look at the real star of the show

As his hand slides over your crotch, he pauses. He gives you a look, eyebrow raised.

DAVESPRITE: huh
DAVESPRITE: with all the fuss you were kickin up i figured the hard part would be getting you hard in the first place
DAVESPRITE: but here you are already halfway to bonertown

He squeezes your half-hard cock through your pants. It throbs shamefully in his grip.

DAVESPRITE: you some kinda brocon is that it
DAVESPRITE: maybe a furry looking for the yiff of a lifetime
DAVESPRITE: or are you just the biggest fuckin masochist this side of paradox space

You don't even try to respond, just pant through the cavernous void of your mouth as Dave unzips your fly and pulls your cock out of your boxers. He moans at the sight of it.

DAVESPRITE: god bro
DAVESPRITE: i used to dream of getting a peek at this thing
DAVESPRITE: pulled all sorts of tweenage hijinks trying to get my peep on
DAVESPRITE: told myself it was just normal curiosity
DAVESPRITE: what red-blooded heterosexual dude wouldnt have a hankering to bear witness to his bros titanic dong am i right
DAVESPRITE: ha

He runs his thumb over the tip, smearing a drip of pre over the head.

DAVESPRITE: dunno if you knew but i actually managed it once
DAVESPRITE: caught you as you were toweling off
DAVESPRITE: highlight of my self-taught sex ed
DAVESPRITE: the spectacle of your mammoth schlong was seared into my psyche forevermore

Yeah, you fuckin' knew. Kid lurks around after your showers often enough, it gets pretty obvious what he's hoping for a glimpse of. So you figured, what the hell. Just once, why not give him what he wants. Let the towel slip a little. Make it look like an accident. He gets an eyeful and it either scares him away for good or sates whatever fuckin' urge was driving him to be a little voyeur. What could it hurt?

You guess you're getting your answer to that right now as your little bro breathlessly massages your hardening cock.

DAVESPRITE: damn though
DAVESPRITE: i always wondered if it was my fevered teenage imagination hyping up your dick in my memory
DAVESPRITE: but hell if it aint just as gargantuan as i remembered

He's either fucking with you or he ain't been with many dudes in his life, 'cause while you're above average, you're hardly packing a cannon down there. The organ in question perks up under his praise anyway. Damn thing never has known what's good for it.

DAVESPRITE: this is a hell of a juicy sausage bro
DAVESPRITE: im eager to get the main event started but what the hey
DAVESPRITE: one little taste couldnt hurt

Dave scoots down and runs his tongue along the underside of your cock. He gives a little groan at the taste and wraps bloodstained lips around the head. You close your eyes and focus on the nauseating pain that lurks just below your conscious awareness in a desperate bid to tamp down your arousal.

After a minute of enthusiastic sucking, Dave pulls his mouth off you with a little pop. He leans his head against your hip and looks up at you over his shades as he toys with your dick.

DAVESPRITE: how fucked up would it be if i deep throated you and then right as you came i chopped your dick off and swallowed it whole while your bloody jizz spurted all over me from your mutilated cock-stump

Your dick jumps in Dave's hand.

DAVESPRITE: ha ha jesus christ
DAVESPRITE: youre fucking into that huh
DAVESPRITE: you sick fuck
DAVESPRITE: but fun as itd be to literally gulp down your man meat i need your babymaker to stay right where it is for now
DAVESPRITE: but hey feel free to keep dreamin about that vore to keep your dick nice and hard for me

He gives your dick one last lick, letting his canines scrape provocatively against your foreskin. Then he crawls into your lap. His drooling labia drag against your cockhead. Your mind recoils, and you instinctively throw your whole body forward in a desperate effort to throw him off of you. But Dave keeps his seating and slams his hand into your sternum to pin you against the air conditioner, knocking the wind out of you.

DAVESPRITE: ah ah, none of that
DAVESPRITE: jesus you just dont know when to give up do you
DAVESPRITE: not everythings gotta be a federal fuckin issue you know
DAVESPRITE: im trying to show you a good time here so how about you just sit back and enjoy the ride

Pressing his hands to your chest to keep you locked in place, he lowers himself onto you. Your muscles tense up as wet warmth engulfs your dick. Dave arches his back in ecstasy, wings flaring wide.

DAVESPRITE: ah fuuuuuck bro
DAVESPRITE: you feel goddamn incredible inside me

Your breath comes in short, shallow pants. You can't stop staring at the place where your cock disappears into Dave's feathery bush.

You used to dream about this. Literally dream about it. Night after night after wretched fuckin' night, visions of dicking Dave down played out on the insides of your eyelids as Cal's manic laughter echoed in your ears. You swore you'd never let it happen for real. But here you are now with a lapful of bare-ass naked baby bro. And the biggest irony of all is that you weren't even the one to force the issue.

Still your fault though. You're the one who made him like this. All the decisions you've made in your life, all the mistakes and miscalculations, they all led up to this: you, bound, maimed, and more turned on than you got any right to be, buried dick deep in your cannibal brother's tight, hot bird cunt.

You deserve all the misery that comes of this. Dave doesn't, though. But it's too damn late to fix it. Too damn late to fix any of it. All you can do now is try your damnedest not to come and hope he comes to his senses and gives the fuck up on the breeding shit before he actually gets himself knocked up with a clutch of incestuous birdbominations.

And so you grit your teeth and tense your thighs and try to think about anything but the radiant boy in your lap. But it's impossible to ignore the way he rolls his hips, the pinprick pain of his claws digging into your shoulders, the feverish paeans to your dick he mumbles in between birdlike croons and chitters. Your balls draw up tight against your body.

Desperately, you whack your head against the air conditioner. The blow sends you reeling with nausea, takes the edge off your arousal. You go to slam your head back again, but between this moment and the last Dave must have summoned some sort of pillow behind your head, because all you hit is downy softness. God fucking dammit, those powers are something else.

DAVESPRITE: damn bro keep acting like that and ill get to thinkin you dont like me or something
DAVESPRITE: what is it am i not plush enough for you
DAVESPRITE: do i have to act like the puppet to get you off
DAVESPRITE: a little haa haa, hee hee, hoo hoo?

You inhale sharply. Your dick twitches in Dave's sucking wet cunt and he nearly lifts himself off you in shock.

DAVESPRITE: are you fucking shitting me that DOES get you going??
DAVESPRITE: christ you really did love lil cal more than me
DAVESPRITE: you puppetfucking piece of shit

Dave digs sharp-taloned claws into your chest and fucks himself down on you even faster. His spit flecks your face as he seethes at you.

DAVESPRITE: i really despise you sometimes you know that
DAVESPRITE: i wish i could slaughter you a thousand times over
DAVESPRITE: bring you back so i could hunt you down again and again and again
DAVESPRITE: but we only got the once so were gonna make it count
DAVESPRITE: im gonna prove that i can get you off way better than any goddamn puppet ever could
DAVESPRITE: i may not be a ventriloquist dummy out of chuckys worst nightmares but i sure as hell can tear you apart with the best of them

He rakes his nails down your chest, carving open welts that bead with blood, then licks his way obscenely down the scratches until his mouth settles right at your nipple. Sinking his incisors into the sensitive flesh, he glares at you and mumbles —

DAVESPRITE: so fucking-

He surges backwards, and agonizing pain rips through you as he tears your nipple right off. He swallows the bloody nub in one gulp and caws:

DAVESPRITE: come!!

And god help you, you do. Your dick erupts like Mt. Vesuvius, spewing your ruinous jizz into Dave's spasming cunt. He moans like a whore and clenches around you, milking you for all you're worth. His wings close in on either side of you until all you can see is orange: orange feathers, orange skin, orange shades slipping down to expose blazing orange eyes, an awful mirror to your own.

Once your load is spent and the momentary high of orgasm slips away, you slump back against the air conditioner. But Dave stays clamped around your softening cock, still rolling his clit against your crotch. He rests his head on your shoulder and looks down at himself, running a hand down his abs.

DAVESPRITE: fuck bro
DAVESPRITE: just think how good im gonna look swollen all full of your eggs

He finally pulls off of you with an obscene squelch and settles between your knees. He swipes up some of the cum oozing out of his hole and rubs it between his fingers thoughtfully.

DAVESPRITE: but
DAVESPRITE: hm
DAVESPRITE: do you think itll be enough
DAVESPRITE: it would suck if i went to all this effort only for your swimmers to miss all their targets
DAVESPRITE: maybe we should go again
DAVESPRITE: just to make sure

He reaches back over to toy with your softening dick, still drenched with his secretions and your own cum.

DAVESPRITE: whats the refractory rate on middle-aged washups again?

With a shrug, he slides his hand up to your chest, picking at the wounds he opened there.

DAVESPRITE: oh whatever
DAVESPRITE: im sure we can find some way to pass the time

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You're not sure how long it's been since Dave showed up. Most of the day, probably, if the shadows pitching across the roof are anything to go by. You've been slipping in and out of consciousness, waking just long enough for Dave to carve more pieces out of you and milk you of increasingly feeble orgasms. You think he's been cutting you up while you're out too — it feels like you got a few fingers missing from your right hand, and you don't even remember him lopping those off.

All the while, he rambles on and on about god knows what. Some part of you still wants to take it all in, commit every word to your mental encyclopedia of Daveisms. But you can't keep your focus, and so his monologue slips senselessly between your ears like a babbling brook, perversely soothing.

But despite the haze overtaking your mind, you have managed to figure one thing out: the reason the game brought you back.

You never could understand it before. Your role was done. Your part was played. Your piece had long since been swept off the board and put back in the box where it belonged. So why dump you back out again into your kid's fresh new universe long after your use to anyone was up?

But you get it now. It's so Dave can have the catharsis of killing you himself. You wonder if it'll resurrect you again so the other Dave can take a stab at it too. Selfishly, you hope not. It's this Dave, the one with wings the color of the setting sun, who was by your side when that rabid dog put you down the first time. Seems only right that he'd be the one to see you off for good.

The sun hangs low in the sky when Dave finally eases himself off your dick for the last time.

DAVESPRITE: k
DAVESPRITE: i think thats enough
DAVESPRITE: if that doesnt knock me up i dont know what will

With a groan, he stands and stretches his arms out in front of him and his wings out behind. Your cum oozes down the insides of his thighs. Then he turns to you and you feel your limbs fall slack as the ropes that bind you vanish. He tugs your spent body around to lay you out flat on the roof, then plants his feet on either side of your torso and draws your sword from his chest.

DAVESPRITE: welp
DAVESPRITE: this is it
DAVESPRITE: id say its been good knowing you but thatd be a fuckin lie
DAVESPRITE: so instead ill just say
DAVESPRITE: thanks for the apple juice i guess
DAVESPRITE: too bad you never gave me anywhere to fucking put it

With that, he thrusts your sword down straight through the center of your chest, exactly where you got run through the last time you died. Even through the agonizing pain, you appreciate the parallelism.

As your lungs spasm and your blood pools out on the asphalt, you stare upward through dimming vision. Puffy clouds dot the twilit sky above, framing the giant THANKS FOR PLAYING that's scrawled across the stars.

But you only have eyes for what's right in front of you. Outstretched wings, the color of the setting sun. Blazing orange eyes, a mirror to your own. Dave's face, streaked with your blood.

Dave's face, just like the last time.

And just like the last time, you think to yourself that there's worse sights you could go out on.

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Nighttime. Bro's roof. Bro's corpse lays flayed before you, a decadent dinner spread. You work by the light of your own luminescence as you butcher his flesh.

Over by the air conditioner, you have a few key pieces set aside on a tarp to be preserved. His head. His left hand, complete with glove. His cock and balls. You know. The important shit.

You pry open his ribcage with a satisfying crack and suck the marrow out of one rib before captchaloguing the rest. Then you carve out his heart with practiced knifework and lift it out of his chest. It lies lifeless on your palms, eerie in its stillness.

You could preserve this too. But god, the rich iron scent teasing your nose is too fuckin' tempting. You sink your teeth in and tear out a hunk, valves squishing between your teeth. The heartflesh slides down your throat to join the churning mass of meat in your guts. You moan and rub your stomach, smearing blood on its glutted curve. Holy hell, you're so fuckin' full. Full of Bro's meat, full of Bro's seed, and soon to be full of Bro's brood. Full, full, full.

So why do you still feel so damn empty?

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DAVE: ok so ive been trying to politely ignore the elephant in the room
DAVE: tiptoeing gingerly around its protruding bulk
DAVE: pretending i dont notice when it goes to take its third piss in an hour
DAVE: but i cant fuckin take it anymore
DAVE: the elephant has bested me
DAVE: i gotta know man
DAVE: what
DAVE: the FUCK
DAVE: is going on with you

You look away from the screen, where your skater dude has been slowly glitching his way through a solid wall for the past two minutes. Dave is staring pointedly at you from the futon. Beside him, Dirk thumbs away at his controller, looking for all the world like he's got nothing on his mind but pulling off sick grinds in this godawful skating game, even though you know he must be taking in every word.

DAVESPRITE: what me
DAVE: no the other dude who showed up to this mad snacks yo tournament looking nine months fucking pregnant without saying a single goddamn word about it
DAVE: yes i fucking mean you

You look down at the round mass of your belly jutting out into your lap and make a show of recoiling.

DAVESPRITE: holy shit where did that come from
DAVESPRITE: i must be the victim of some kinda drive-by immaculate conception
DAVESPRITE: fuck i hate it when gods get all presumptuous like that
DAVESPRITE: gonna have to track down zeus and shake him down for child support
DAVE: ha fucking ha
DAVESPRITE: but seriously dude chill
DAVESPRITE: i just got some eggs to pass
DAVESPRITE: happens in the spring sometimes
DAVESPRITE: no big
DAVE: right
DAVE: its just
DAVE: i dont remember you swelling up to the size of a watermelon the last time this egg shit happened
DAVE: so it kinda seems like there might be more to it than that?
DAVESPRITE: what youre the expert on avian anatomy all of a sudden?
DAVESPRITE: trust me i got way more experience being a bird than you ever will
DAVESPRITE: and i can tell you that nothings going on here that isnt 100% expected
DAVE: so
DAVE: youre not pregnant
DAVESPRITE: dont you think i would have told you if id gone and gotten myself knocked up
DAVE: i mean
DAVE: i guess
DAVESPRITE: yeah so dont worry about it
DAVESPRITE: i got everything under control here
DAVESPRITE: now come on are you gonna let dirk steal the dorito crown from us or what

Dave looks back to the screen, where Dirk is racking up insane combos by making his skater flip out inside a triangle of endlessly respawning chips.

DAVE: oh shit that is some flagrant bullshit right there
DAVE: gonna have to kick it to the max and show you whos got the rudest hunger of all
DIRK: Bring it on.

You pick up your controller too and the three of you get back to competing over who can break this shitty branded skating game the most hilariously. Classic Strider family get-together. Just you, Dirk, Dave, and the half-dozen embryos in your belly that are the last legacy of the brother you slaughtered and ate a few months ago. Heartwarming, really.

Dave must be thinking along the same nostalgic lines — presumably minus the brother-murder — because after launching his skateboarder so high into the sky that he recedes into a mere pixel on the screen, he says:

DAVE: wouldnt it be funny if bro showed up right now
DAVE: just materialized right here on the couch unannounced, snatched up a controller and started grinding out sick stunts
DAVE: put us all in our place like he was never even gone
DAVE: hell for all we know he really wasnt gone and hes listening in on this conversation from the vents as we speak

Dave's leg bounces in that stupid nervous tic he developed during his time on the meteor. You sigh and rub your swollen belly. Ugh, you're gonna have to piss again soon, you just know it. These eggs are really doing a number on your bladder.

But first, you gotta snap Real Dave out of his little anxiety attack. God, this sort of shit is exactly why Bro had to go.

DAVESPRITE: yeah bro would cream us all if he was here
DAVESPRITE: school us in the epic craft of uniting polygonal skater dudes with the triangular snack products they crave so much
DAVESPRITE: but that aint gonna happen
DAVESPRITE: i had a good talk with him a few months ago and we reached an understanding
DAVESPRITE: hes gonna stay out of our feathers from now on
DAVESPRITE: hair
DAVESPRITE: assorted hair/feather combinations
DAVESPRITE: point is he wont be showing his face around here again

Dave gapes at you, controller slack in his hands. His skater slams through the ground and ragdolls into an endless void, unnoticed.

DAVE: dude
DAVE: how the fuck did you get ANYTHING outta that taciturn bastard
DAVE: i dont think i ever heard him say a single word unless it was through the mouth of one of his freaky-ass puppets
DAVESPRITE: yeah it wasnt easy
DAVESPRITE: took a while to work our way to the meat of the issue
DAVESPRITE: but in the end i got my point through to him
DAVESPRITE: youre welcome by the way
DAVE: ok yeah i mean thanks but
DAVE: what makes you think hell stick to his word
DAVE: its not like weve ever been able to count on him before
DAVESPRITE: its different this time
DAVESPRITE: trust me on this
DAVE: but-
DIRK: He's right.
DIRK: You don't need to worry about your Bro coming around here ever again.

You don't flinch, just slide your eyes slowly over to Dirk, who's still slouched casually on the couch, working his skater dude through his paces. Dave furrows his eyebrows skeptically.

DAVE: no offense but how could you possibly know that
DIRK: My powers give me kind of a connection to your Bro.
DIRK: It's faint, but it's enough that I can say with certainty that he won't be bothering you anymore.

Dave's face is the picture of bewilderment. He gestures meaninglessly at Dirk.

DAVE: how???
DIRK: What can I say? Dave over there makes a real compelling argument.
DAVESPRITE: think you mean davesprite
DIRK: If you prefer.

Dirk is the one person who still calls you Dave on the regular. Calls the both of you Dave, like he doesn't even notice that one of you is a living creamsicle with massive fucking wings sprouting out of his back. You don't know what to feel about it.

DAVE: well damn
DAVE: kinda wish id been invited along to this mad sentimental heart-to-heart
DAVE: if only to witness the sight of bro knuckling under for once
DAVESPRITE: nah it wasnt your sorta scene
DAVESPRITE: dude was hardly forthcoming
DAVESPRITE: it was a massive pain in the ass to get anything out of him at all
DAVE: yeah but still-
DAVE: oh wait someones pestering me give me a sec

Dave pulls out his phone and opens Pesterchum to a screenful of bright green text. He mumbles a curse to himself and fires off a terse reply that's instantly met with more lines of emphatic green.

While he types away, you appraise Dirk behind your shades. God, he looks so much like Bro. Same hairstyle, minus the receding hairline. Same harsh profile, albeit with fewer wrinkles. Same goddamn expressionless mouth. It's like looking into a time capsule.

(You've had plenty of opportunities to contemplate Bro's face ever since you pickled his head in a jar and set it out for display in your nest. You mean bedroom. ...Nah, you mean nest.)

With a beleaguered sigh, Dave pockets his phone and gets up.

DAVE: sorry to cut and run but i promised jade id help with the preparations for the can town ribbon cutting and shes threatening to come fetch me herself if i try to reschedule again
DAVE: and you fuckin know how literal she gets about fetching
DAVESPRITE: yikes
DAVESPRITE: you better get moving man
DAVE: yeah
DAVE: but hey its been real
DAVE: real weird but what the hell else can you expect with this family
DIRK: Amen to that.

Dave raises his hand in a minimalistic wave, then turns and makes his way out.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you push yourself up out of your chair with a grunt and go interpose yourself between Dirk and the screen. When he keeps playing anyway, you spread your wings to fully block his view. He looks up at you coolly, blank-faced as ever.

DAVESPRITE: we gonna have a problem
DIRK: What, over the fratricide? Nah, I got no objection to that.

Christ. Leave it to Dirk to just come right the fuck out and say it.

DAVESPRITE: you have got to be shitting me
DIRK: What? Dude had it coming.
DIRK: If it were up to me, I'd say the other Dave should have gotten a say in his fate too, but what's done is done.
DIRK: But between you and me, I think you made the right call.
DIRK: Well. Mostly the right call.

Your feathers bristle.

DAVESPRITE: whats that supposed to mean

Dirk nods towards your gravid belly.

DIRK: Can't say I'm thrilled about those.
DIRK: If there was one thing your Bro was right about, it's that he was the last dude on Earth who should be reproducing.
DIRK: You should get rid of 'em.

You flare your wings and caw harshly, wrapping your arms protectively around your belly. The eggs press firm and warm against the walls of your uterus. Yours, yours, yours.

DAVESPRITE: what the hell right have you got telling me what to do with MY eggs

Dirk flinches, the first sign of emotion he's shown all afternoon. Something inside you crows in triumph at spurring a visible reaction out of someone with Bro's face.

DIRK: You're right. Not my place.

That wasn't technically an apology. You let it slide. For now.

Dirk watches you warily for another second, then relaxes back into feigned nonchalance, slinging an arm over the back of the futon.

DIRK: But hey. Next time you get a hankerin' for meat, consider going organic.
DIRK: You got a perfectly good, renewable source of free-range long pig right in front of you.

That gives you pause. You eye Dirk up and down, checking out the meat of his muscles, the bumps of his nipples under his shirt, his tongue as it darts out to wet his lips. You remember how sweet Bro's flesh tasted in your mouth. You wonder if Dirk inherited the same flavor.

DAVESPRITE: that so

Dirk's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

DIRK: Yeah. It's so.
DAVESPRITE: huh

You run your fingers over the lumps of the eggs in your belly. Normally you're a sucker for the thrill of the hunt. There's a real satisfaction to cornering your unsuspecting prey and wresting whimpered prayers for mercy out of their broken throats.

But soon it's not just you you're gonna have to think of. Your chicks will need feeding too. And why not start 'em off right, with primo, grade-A bro meat, straight off the bone?

DAVESPRITE: cool
DAVESPRITE: ill keep that in mind
DAVESPRITE: bro