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Day 1

Prompts: Masturbation, orgasm control, incest
Prompt(s) Selected: Incest
Title: I Don't Want This Body, I Don't Want This Life
Pairing: Cronus Ampora/Eridan Ampora
Mentioned: Eridan Ampora/Vriska Serket, Feferi Peixes/Sollux Captor, Vriska Serket/Tavros Nitram, one sided Eridan Ampora/Feferi Peixes
Warnings: underage sex, rape, incest, grooming, gender dysphoria, unwanted teen pregnancy, references to abortion, suicide ideation
Additional Information: This is a humanstuck fic. Eridan is gender dysphoric and AFAB. They are referred to as "Eridia." It is written in first person, from Eridia's POV.

Day 2

Prompts: Coming untouched, ageplay, kidnapping
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Pairing: Eridan Ampora/Aradia Megido
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Warnings: slurs, kidnapping, skullfucking, guro, rape/noncon/dubcon, strangulation, violence
Additional Information: Aradia is fucked up as hell in this story. She kidnaps a ghost Eridan for reasons that get revealed as the story advances. It is written in first person, from Eridan's POV. Nooks and bulges headcanons included.

Day 3

Prompts:Threesome, nipple clamps, alien abduction
Prompt(s) Selected: alien abduction
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Pairing: Kanaya Maryam & Cronus Ampora, Kanaya Maryam & Eridan Ampora, Cronus Ampora/Unnamed Human Woman
Mentioned: Empress!Feferi Peixes
Warnings: Rape/noncon, suicide, murder, violence
Additional Information: No game au where Feferi grew up and defeated HIC in competition for the throne, becoming the new empress and redefining culling to mean having defective or low blooded trolls get looked after here not by high bloods but by whomever is decided upon via lengthy judiciary processes as most fit for caring for you. Cronus, Eridan’s descendant, is placed under Kanaya's care. The prompt for this fic only comes in at the later part of the story and it actually contains very little, if any, smut. It's more focused on just, PLOT, tbh. First person, Kanaya’s POV.

Day 4

Prompts: Voyeurism, sounding, hypnosis
Prompt(s) Selected: sounding
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Pairing: Damara Megido/Eridan Ampora
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Warnings: vomit, spitting, sadomasochism, miscommunication, dubcon, a bit violent and gorey
Additional Information: Eridan has a normal cock bc how tf else is this prompt gonna work. Also it is in third person this time (wild) (insane) (unheard of)

Day 5

Prompts: Finger sucking, wax play, dacryphilia
Prompt(s) Selected: Finger sucking, wax play, dacryphilia. Heavy emphasis on wax play.
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Pairing: Meenah Peixes/Eridan Ampora
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Warnings: Dubcon, power imbalance, sadomasochism, violence, blood, emotional manipulation
Additional Information: I got horny writing this so it is kinda just... normal erotica with a bit of genital torture in there and some dubious consent. I mean, it's actually not normal at all but by this collection's standards, this is probably the most "erotic" story so far. Very low bar, yes. Mentions snot for like one sentence which might be gross. Follows the nooks and bulges headcanon. This fic is third person limited, in Meenah's perspective.

Day 6

Prompts: outdoor sex, intoxication, humiliation
Prompt(s) Selected: Outdoor Sex, Intoxication, Humiliation
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Pairing: Porrim Maryam/Eridan Ampora, Cronus Ampora/Porrim Maryam, Cronus Ampora/Eridan Ampora
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Warnings: Noncon/Rape, intoxication, vomit, blackmail, nonconsensual bondage, manipulation
Additional Information: Porrim finds a drunken Eridan and succumbs to her own urges. Third person limited, Porrim POV. Nook and bulges headcanon. Cronus showing up is a bit of a spoiler but like in his two previous appearances in this collection so far, he is very rapey.

Day 7

Prompts: blindfolds, chastity, bloodplay
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Pairing: Karkat Vantas/Eridan Ampora
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Day 8 

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Day 9

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Day 10

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Day 11

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Day 12

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Day 13

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Day 14

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Day 15

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Day 16

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Day 17

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Day 18

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Day 19

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Day 20

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Day 21

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Day 22

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Day 23

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Day 24

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Day 25

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Day 26

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Day 27

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Day 28

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Day 29

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Day 30

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Day 31 (HALLOWEEN :D)

Prompts: Hot tub sex, foot fetish, writer's choice :D
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This list will be updated as I go along.

Chapter Text

The signs were always there that I didn't really mesh with what everyone wanted me to be.

For one thing, I knew I liked girls since I was little. Feferi was the next door neighbor, she and I did almost everything together. I always felt warm around her, my heart abuzz. I'd do everything I could to make her like me more, always changing my manner, the way I talked, the way I carried myself. She was the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Still is.

I never really told her much of anything as a result. We'd drift apart over the years, by which I mean one day she told me I was too much for her to handle anymore so she ditched me for good. I wonder if she even thinks about me anymore. She's replaced me with a boy named Sollux and they are dating now. He's in the spot I could have been in if I actually had any guts. He sucks.

I know I liked boys, too, and I would mention that part to people. The stuff about girls I didn't identify as love until puberty hit, and I'd sit in the bathroom thinking about their way their crotches dipped in the gap between their thighs, and how the fabric of their jeans nestled like that. I remember staring at them, girls, sometimes in public, and quickly correcting myself.

Vriska caught onto me. She'd always smile at me in the hallway, and even outright said to me once, "Eridia, are you staring at my boobs?"

"No," I said to her.

"Hahaha, alright."

She was a bitch, she'd lead me on then pull me right away. She kept doing this. I'd later learn it's cause of her strict mom she just, wasn't really herself. There were parts of it that were honest, like her crush on Nic Cage. God, she would not shut up about him. I found it tantalizing, and more so the fact that she really did spend time with me. We'd play dungeons and dragons together. Her character was a pirate, named Marquise Spinarette Mindfang. Mine was her lover, another pirate under the title Orphaner Dualscar. I know, stupid name. Shut up. Mine was a boy. Her's was a girl. I feel like that should have made it obvious enough, but it didn't.

Vris and I would jokingly flirt with eachother during campaigns, and while our friend in the group, Aradia, found it amusing, another member, Terezi, who, would always roll her eyes at us. She sensed the tension, I just know it. I reckon she was jealous. She was Vriska's best friend, after all.

It's weird. Vriska followed her mom's rules a lot, but she cursed, sat with her legs open, dressed boyishly, never combed her hair. Like, it was very clear to me she wasn't straight.

She'd sometimes almost kiss me, then quickly pull away. I enjoyed it, quite frankly.

But in me came this crushing doubt that, well, maybe she won't like me so much anymore if I told her the things I have been starting to feel lately. I feel like part of her interest in me was what I was lying about, was what I was pretending to be, not what I actually was. She found some sort of intrigue, some rebellious fascination in me.

I should… introduce my brother, he's a bit important to this story, too. I didn't want to talk about him quite yet, because it sours things quite marginally. But there you go. His name's Cronus, and it's, to an extent, I think, his fault I turned out like this.

I…

God.

There really is no easy way to get into this, is there?

I used to love him. I loved him to bits. He was charming and funny. He'd play me music on his guitar, and mess with my hair and tell me how much he loved me. He was the one person in the house I could talk to and know things would be okay. Mom and dad weren't trustworthy ever, but Cronus was.

I kind of always knew something was off with him. It's hard to explain. We all said "he's just a little weird." He'd say these kinda perverse things all the time and we'd just shrug it off. I thought it was funny.

As an adult what I can tell you now is that, he was just trying to make that stuff look normal to me. He'd say "this is our little secret" and that he loved me, and I was a stupid, lonely little shit and would take any ounce of affection I was given. I don't think he ever loved me, and recently that has become more than clear to me.

I mean it's not like him touching me is anything new, because he'd do it, and a part of me said no and my guts felt all weird and like, yeah, this isn't right, but this is Cronus, that loveable Cassonova wannabe who plays guitar and likes to make me smile. Who taught me everything I know. Who read to me, and…

It's not fair.

It's just not fair.

The fact that this all happened right under my parents' noses, the fact that nobody noticed or cared. Nope. That's just Cronus being Cronus.

It's not like everyone liked him anyway. Even though his friends are all jerks in my opinion, and tolerated his behavior, they still didn't like him, and it was beyond obvious. I mean half of our talks consisted entirely of him just complaining to me. He'd tell me everything that happened to him, like I was his sentient diary. And then he'd say "But you wouldn't do that to me, now would you?" And I'd say "No, of course not."

I can't believe I ever loved him. I can't believe I ever put my faith into him.

It's so funny, really, it is, because he's the one who taught me to stop believing.

He'd tell me the bible was a book of fairy tales only idiots cared about, only to follow its word to fit in with the masses. He told me that my favorite celebrities were probably horrible human beings. He told me what hotdogs were made of, he told me why a magician never revealed his secret. He'd show me the secrets behind every magic trick. He told me never pursue a career in the arts, to never take theater because it was filled to the brim with faggots. I loved art, I loved writing, I loved acting, and he told me, don't do those things, because people will not like you. And I listened to him. I'd try all I could to kill those passions but still, I caught myself doodling in class, and still, I caught myself wanting to write, I told myself stop, stop, don't do that, do like your brother says and focus on science, you will become a scientist, put your stock in science because THAT is what matters, that is what will get you respect. He said so. It must be true.

Frankly, I'd wager he's to blame for my present day cynicism, in the sense of my nihilism, and in the sense of my bigotry.

Oh. I should speak on that facet of my life, too, shouldn't I?

I think it rang clearest between me and Vriska. She and I loved tossing slurs at each other, all kinds. Neither of us were any kind of minority- and we both had kept our respective queerness secret, blatantly obvious as it was. She bullied Tavros, another member of our D&D group, for being bisexual. I… kind of went along with it. I get that it was wrong now of course but at the time, it was different.

I was horrible, to be honest. I wished death, actual death on queer people. Isn't that ironic? This wasn't even Vriska or Cronus rubbing off on me; I wanted to be that person so badly that I had repeated this doublespeak in the mirror to myself every morning until it was all I could see anymore.

I was single in high school. As I was getting ready before the freshman school dance- to which I would be going alone- I saw myself in the mirror, hair slick against my head. It reminded me of the way some men had it, the ones in those crappy movies my brother loved so much. I looked like a boy then. I thought back to every boy I liked and I saw him staring back at me in the mirror.

My face had gone red then and so much made sense to me. My discomfort with my breasts and the shape of my body was no longer this quiet thing to linger in the back of my mind as I went about my day to day. It was there. Right in front of me. That I would make such a handsome boy.

But that was it, more or less. I denied anything further, since, remember, at the time I was a violent homophobe and transphobe and what have you.

I had to wear high heeled shoes and a dress. I thought about myself in a suit, I thought well I reckon I'd look right in that. Trim my hair a little, of course, and I could see it.

Anyway. The dance sucked. Feferi was with Sollux, fuckin insepearable pair those two were. It was sickening. Vriska had gone with Tavros, I peered at them from afar, trying to leave them to their business but again and again and again I ran into them, I saw them dance together, I saw them kiss, it was horrible. Awful. I never said anything until she was alone, and Tavros had gone away.

"Hey Eridia," she said. She was holding a plastic cup. "Someone spiked the punch, wanna try it?"

"Absolutely not."

"You're such a bore."

"I am not."

"Yes you areeeee," she said teasingly.

I sighed, turned to leave, poured myself some punch. By the time I could see her again, she got with Tavros again.

The dance was miserable. I kept cursing people out I didn't even know, and I was just so angry. I was angry at Vriska, angry at Tavros, angry at Sollux. Angry at every single person there. I hated being alone in this sea of faces, both familiar and alien to me. I hated being stuck with my own thoughts. My mind became an iron maiden. It pricked me with every thought and feeling and I bled and bled and bled.

This wasn't the loneliest I would ever feel.

I don't know what is. It's annoying to say that I know. God I probably sound terribly annoying, don't I? Ugh.

Anyway. Cronus was always touching me all the time, right? When I got home from prom he kept staring at me. I'd smile at him when he looked at me like that, but he stopped the car somewhere unexpected.

I remember when he made the first wrong turn I said, "This isn't the way home."

He said, " I know. I'm giving you a surprise."

"Won't mom and dad be worried?"

"They're asleep and even if they weren't, they don't care." He shrugged his shoulders.

The car stopped and we were just… in the middle of nowhere. "Back seat," he said, pointing at it. I took off my seatbelt, crawled over the space between shotgun and fhe driver's seat, and found myself in the back. Cronus removed his seatbelt, crawled in there, too.

I remember flinching slightly, as he got closer to me. As our lips met.

I don't want to describe the rest of it, I don't. But. What you need to know is, he took things further than he ever had before. He peeled back my panties, he fingered me, which was nothing new, and then he unzipped his own pants and… his underwear, and he, I reached out to grab it, but he told me that's not what he wanted to do, and pushed me onto my back, and he grabbed my legs pulling them wide apart, and lined himself up with me.

I should ALSO mention this, he didn't believe in condoms, so that wasn't a complication for me, either. I just… let him penetrate me because back then I was stupid, I was stupid enough to just let this shit fucking happen to me and I was stupid, stupid enough to actually buy into his bullshit and I… I…

I remember it hurt. It hurt a lot, pushing into a tight, unused space. I remember my makeup getting ruined cause I started to cry, and he tried soothing me at first. But after a while, I wasn't even there anymore. He just… was in me and it hurt so much that I stopped caring, I stopped being there.

He emptied himself inside of me.

Again. I bought into his shitty lies so I thought it was fine. I even held myself open for him, and…

Okay I really don't want to keep talking about this. There's a stupid shitty part of me that's getting off to it and there's another that's just a mess.

I do hate him now though, all of me does. That much I can say for certain.

Long story short, my brother took my virginity. He was my first kiss and my first time.

Huzzah.

It only gets worse from here because…. well, it wasn't a concern at all, but I missed my next period. And then I started getting sick. Throwing up and such. Just in the morning. I didn't know what these things meant, and I wasn't close with any of my peers to be able to have anyone tell me anything on that front either.

But in class, we did have a little sex ed that well, kind of described a lot of what I was going through, and what with the abortion ban happening, I had to get up and leave class. Took a bathroom pass, and in the bathroom I took out my phone and I called him.

He didn't pick up. His voice mail box was full. I tried again and again and again, and nothing, nothing! I shoved my phone back into my pocket and I hit my head against the bathroom stall door again and again and again, and I started crying.

Someone walked in, I heard footsteps and I stopped. Oh my god.

I looked through the slit of the stall door to see a familiar pair of shoes, it was fucking Feferi.

"Eridia? Cut it out! Oh my god."

I stopped. "Fef I just am a little stressed over school is all. It's nothing you need to worry about." A sick part of me was happy she cared.

"Oh. Okay…"

I stayed in the stall. I didn't want her to look at me.

I just stayed there until I knew she was gone, and I waited and waited until I knew she would never see me.

I headed back to class, continued my day like any other, plus a cloud of doubt hanging over me.

I'd get home and I'd speak to Cronus again. Formally.

"I tried calling you today."

"I saw."

"I…" I bunched up my hands into fists. "I'm scared."

"Why?"

I stared down at the ground. "I think that… I…" I felt like someone had taken a needle full of bile and injected it straight into my bloodstream. I swallowed. My heart raced. "Pregnant," I said weakly, quietly.

He just stared at me. I looked up at him, quivering. "I think I'm…"

He pet my head.

"What do I do?"

"I think there's some trick with a coat hanger. I'd ask Porrim about it if but that fucking slut hasn't answered my calls in years. I think she blocked me."

"You can help me, though, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah of course."

He didn't. And when I tried the fucking coathanger thing all I did was cut myself. With metal. No baby killed. The stupid bump- it's called a baby bump, isn't that disgusting? Oh, what a delightful fucking thing, a baby bump. Piss. Off.

Only annoying white women use that word. Anyway. That shitty thing started to show and now I was panicking. I mean it was just, slight, I'm a little underweight. But… even so… I didn't know what to do. I tried eating pineapple, I tried so much and Cronus didn't tell me anything. I'm sure he was scared, too. At first I thought he was scared for me. But then he kept touching me again, and he tried sticking it in me again and that's when I started to TRULY see him for what he was. I didn't want it, frankly, I was terrified of sex, and he got annoyed and angry when I said no so I just said yes anyway. Because Vriska didn't talk to me much anymore and my other friends weren't that close with me so it was just me and him. So I said yes.

I said yes.

I didn't feel like I was there anymore at school. Or anywhere for that matter. Sooner or later I would be a freak. I wouldn't know how to explain this to my parents, nor would Cronus. I started to wish ill on my brother. Because in my eyes, he had begun to betray me.

I isolated myself at school. I didn't talk to anyone anymore, and nor did they talk to me. I grew suicidal. I figured, well, here's one way out.

I was too scared to die. But it's weird. When you truly don't want something to happen, when you do all that you can to avoid it, it seems like everything shuts down in you, like you're ready for your life to end. But things keep going, no matter how badly you don't want them to because your shitty body was made with survival in mind so when you try to hurt it, it says no.

My grades began to slip. All aim in life, gone. I had looked elsewhere for my knowledge of life in these few weeks, and so much was different now.

I had to do it, I had to.

The bump's begun to show, and I just can't. I'm laying awake at 3 in the morning knowing I can't hide this for much longer.

I don't want this body. I don't want this life.

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I open my eyes only to see well, nothing. Blink in the darkness, some coarse, rashy feeling round my wrists, squeezes em together tight, kind of hairy- ropes. Look I am just waking up okay? Cut me some slack here. The air in the room is cold, my skin tingles- all of it. I'm naked, the wooden chair flush against my bare buttocks, and I'm sittin with of course my ankles tied to the legs. Quite the predicament I've found myself in.

At least my glasses are still on. I'll give whoever put me here that. They have a little respect.

But that doesn't change the rest a my circumstances.

I can't see, I'm cold, I'm naked and I'm tied to a chair. A click, bright yellow light finally illuminates the room. The figure before me is revealed, in a split second a dark silhouette of an average weight female figure with thick, curly hair and curved, spiral like horns is illuminated- Aradia, in her hideous red bodysuit. She holds up a lantern, one of those technological ones, likely something that good for nothing mustard blooded whelk she used to call a boyfriend lent to her.

She smiles at me, and I say, "Well, get on with it then. Get me out of here."

"Get you out?" She asks, placing the lantern on the floor. She steps closer to me. "I'm the one who put you here in the first place."

I furrow my brow, flinching as she takes my face into her hands. Her red lips curl up into a smile, I can't help but find the way they contrast her pale, grey skin that is made golden by the light below us almost enchanting. It's stupid, I shouldn't give into things like this but here I am, naked, tied to a chair, a frankly beautiful woman in front of me. Sure, she might be a flat toothed dirt muncher and all but she's still I guess by multiple degrees of separation a friend of mine. And she didn't leave me for dead when she very well could have. Maybe she didn't come to help me on my planet, sure, but, well, whatever. She's different now than she was then, what with god tiering and all.

And I suppose I should be flattered she takes such an interest in me. Tying me up and not someone else. She doesn't SEEM to have ill intent but I ought to stay on guard.

"And why is that?" I finally ask.

She smiles at me. It's almost too wide a grin, her large, doll-like eyes with a glint of what I hope is simply mischief, though a darker part of me hopes for something deeper than that. Hatred perhaps. I straighten my back slightly, excited at the prospect of some caliginous fling that may be about to strike me. I catch myself grinning, smirking more like, and quickly stop myself, my facial muscles begin to ache from even that brief period of strain on em.

I tilt my head, raise my eyebrows. Instantly regret that gesture, what the fuck am I thinking??

Aradia's eyes flick down to my bulge. I purse my lips, widen my eyes slightly. She flicks the tip with her fingers, poking her tongue out and staring up at me as she does so. Her tongue swipes her lips and I lean forwards slightly, the ropes behind my back catching on the back of the chair and stopping me from going as near her as I would like, as she steps back slightly. She grabs my face then lets go. She laughs slightly and I laugh back, awkwardly.

"I've kidnapped you," she says.

"So that's what this is." I outstretch my palms, test the ropes. God, she's got them on tight.

She nods. "We've never hung out much, and now you're isolating yourself from everyone. I saw you unconscious and it occurred to me how I could get to know you."

"A bit dubious of you."

"Maybe. There's some other things I want to try that are also pretty dubious."

"Oh. Like what?"

She steps closer to me. "You'll see," she says, and her knees meet either side of my waist as she places herself on my lap, her hands trailing up my chest and then my neck. She squeezes lightly. My chest flutters with a few rapid breaths, my nares flaring slightly and I give her a slight grin, my eyes meeting hers, though, what with me being dead, they are white, blank, empty, so I doubt she can tell that's what they're doing. And yet, her gaze pierces straight through mine. Perhaps she does know. Perhaps she can tell.

She leans forwards slightly more and I do too, readying my lips for a kiss. She takes my lower lip in her teeth, just a little nip. My whole body shudders and I await the return of her bite as she pulls away. I can feel my face grow warmer. And then comes the other, she pinches my lip between her teeth once again, then deepens her bite. Oh, it stings, and even more so as she maintains her hold on it as she pulls away, before letting go. I swipe my tongue across and am greeted by the unmistakeable metallic taste of my own blood.

A hatesnog. A fine one at that. It may damn well be the finest hate snog I've ever gotten. Vriska's were always…. sloppy, I suppose, not to mention rare ugh my stupid bulge twitches as I think about it, I can't believe it's doing that. Am I seriously getting turned on by the things I did as a little boy? That's disgusting!! I grit my fangs and it's too late it's so over for me, this balderdash has actually managed to turn me on, and at once, I feel grief and nostalgia. Nostalgia?! Over those days, months, sweeps of murdering people and their parents?! Over something so far back and distant?! It's been sweeps, I shouldn't be so upset. But regardless of what control I wish I had on my mind, the thoughts come back anyway. Wishing to have control will never grant me it. I have done nothing to stop the incoming flood of flashing memories, and I ask myself and no one else, why did she give up on me like that? What did I do so wrong? Ugh!! Stupid brain's giving me all these dumb happy memories, fuck off, I'm not havin that again. This is good, maybe better, what I have right now and I guess I am happy.

I am. Yeah. Happy, I think that's the word. I feel fine, warm, excited…

This is ecstasy. I don't know what to say.

I know to be on edge and all, she did just outright say she kidnapped me and ever since she god tiered, I won't deny she's been off, but she's also been kind all at once. And more so now…

She knows what I want and she's giving it. I can't help but smile. And she smiles back at me. My bloodpusher's thudding in my chest. This whole warm feeling overcomes pretty much my entire body.

She lowers her head, her lips angled near my neck. I flinch, trying to angle my head towards the nape of my neck to block it from her. "Ara I-"

She grips my horn, angling my head away and presses her lips to my gills, I shudder. She doesn't just kiss them, she licks em- each stroke of her tongue sending another pleasured, almost ticklish trill down my body.

"Ara!!"

Her eyes flick towards mine. I take a breath through my nose, and look away from her. She knows. She knows I can't actually handle this. She's toying with me.

"Witch," I say, smirking again.

"I guess I am a little witchlike."

"Yeah all that time travel and such. You have got to teach me that sometime."

Aradia squeezes my bulge with her thighs, I squeeze my eyes shut at the sudden pressure on them, peering through my fluttering lids to see that my bulge's prefluid has left violet stains on the thick red pants of her bodysuit.

Her plump lips return to my gills, this time I feel a pressure, a wet pressure as they're… sucked on. I fidget in the chair, involuntarily. One of her hands finds my nipple as she suckles on my gills, like it wasn't overwhelming enough. Her thighs around my bulge, her lips around my gills- she even pulls away only to move and give another gill her attention. Horrible but I can't help but appreciate it nonetheless. She pinches my nipple tight, pulling, pulling, pulling it, frankly the attention on my gills makes it hard to even focus on that which is on my nipple. Oh… she sucks on my gill gently, then violently, seeming to up the anti on the moist blow of her lips and occasional slip of her tongue like a slow operatic crescendo. I catch a sound that escapes me, delicate, soft, almost girlish. My brain swirls and spirals as I forget how to think. Breaths heavy, they taper and stutter into one another, my chest flutters rapidly. My gills, too, they flutter with my chest it seems. Afterall it's part of how I breathe, what with my anatomy and all.

What at first was overwhelming becomes bliss. I close my eyes, and lose myself in the sensation. And as soon as I began to enjoy it, it ends.

She pulls her lips off my gills, and stays like that a moment as I regain my senses. And suddenly comes embarassment. How many times did I moan just then? And ugh, did I sound like a girl? I recall one sound where I did, at the moment it was hot but now I just-

Aradia leans towards my neck again. Her teeth make a slight clack on my skin and from there, a sharp searing pain shoots, like it's been scalded with boiling water and stabbed with a rusty fire poker. I can't help but shriek. My bulge twitches again. This whole "kidnapping" debacle just reminds me so much of the stories I read as a kid.

Her thighs let go of my bulge finally, just resting again on either side of my waist. She seems to be grinding her nook against me through her pants now. She pulls her mouth off my neck for good it seems, and I see, through fuzzy vision, traces of violet on her lips. It still hurts there, because, as I can tell by her lips, by her teeth, which become clearer as my vision repairs, also stained violet, that what I see there is my blood, and so I must be bleeding. The wet there isn't just spit… it's blood. It's slight, spilling only a little, before stopping.

My eyes meet hers as she grinds me. She holds her eye contact with me as her clothed nook ruts against my bulge, the folds almost protruding through the fabric. I feel the indent of her bulge slipping out and she gets off of me, and pushes the chair to the ground. The back hits the ground and my bindings force me to remain seated, now supine.

I look up at her, as she pulls down her pants, untucking them from her socks and shedding them entirely. Her body's shapely, she's got this subtle, handsome jut of her hips from the thinner curves of her waist. There's a taper on her suit that blocks her crotch from view even still. It goes down in a w shape just between her legs, and in the back is a longer split of the clothing, that brings to mind the wings of a cricket. She lifts up the w shape in front of her crotch and my eyes widen at the sheer size and girth of her bulge.

"I wasn't expecting it go get like this so soon, but here we are," she says. She grips her bulge and I eye it. She straddles my face, slapping it with her bulge, the red stains my glasses. This a vulgar gesture leaves me aching to know what she has in store for me next.

I have a feeling I know, though, opening my mouth just to ready it.

"That's not where it will be going," Aradia says.

"Then-" she takes off my glasses, placing them by the lantern. Then she returns to me.

She lines up her bulge with my eye and I struggle in the bonds some more.

"Very funny."

I keep the eye closed. "Open it," she says. "Don't be scared."

"What?"

"I'm going to put my bulge in your eye!"

"WHAT?!?"

"I know it might be a little uncomfortable, but that's the point!"

"A LITTLE?!"

She gives me this dreadfully pitying smile.

"This is why I have you here," she says. "To test what will happen to your eye if I do this to it..."

"Why didn't you just tell me outright, then? Why'd you have to be so damn dubious about it?!"

"You always just ran away from me whenever I tried to talk to you."

"I was just being a stupid bastard!" I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm not crying but they're pricked with tears. I don't want to cry. I swallow. "Ara, let me go."

That pitying look again. She looks at me so pitifully even as her bulge is lined up with my eye!!! My breaths are shaky.

"Let's just go back to those other things we were doing," I say.

"I didn't bring you here for just that."

"You can hurt me in other ways, I don't mind! Just not this. Anything but this."

She cups my face with the palm of her hand.

"You clearly have some kind of interest in me, what with getting intimate with me and all," I say. "Let's go back to that or…"

She kisses my forehead.

I quiver. "Ara…"

I shake my head. My lips tremble. "I don't want this."

"You'll be fine. I thought you could handle anything. Aren't you nobility?"

"Yeah…"

She smiles and nods. "I'm sure then, that you know the story of troll Antigonus I."

"How do you know his name?"

"I used to have an interest in archeology."

"Right…"

"Or perhaps the name Marquis Spinnaret Mindfang rings a bell?"

"Ugh…"

"She also had lost an eye somewhat… see, it won't be that bad if you do lose it."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT!" I shout.

"Then what?"

"Then THIS!! It's not just going to be my eye either, quit downplaying it! This'll go up into my brain. You'll damage that, too. And.. I.." I swallow, my next words are a pathetic incoherent babble. I simply wanted to say I don't want that. But my body is already ways away from my brain. I can't talk right.

"Maybe."

I catch my senses again.

"AND YOU DON'T CARE?!"

"Of course I care. You'll be okay, though, I promise."

"No I won't, stop it."

"Trust me, I know how a damaged ghost brain works. I saw it myself."

"On who?! Sollux's retarded dancestor?"

"No…! I saw a Tavros get flung from a cliff, brains splattered onto the ground. And he got up just fine, like nothing happened."

"Well there's your fucking answer then! Let me go!!" I spit at her again. It hits her cheek. She still smiles as she wipes it off.

"I've simply not seen any damage to the eye on a ghost before. I'm just curious. It will be okay."

I try struggling again, bare my fangs at her. She gives me that awful pitying look.

"This is going to hurt, I know. That's the point."

I try tugging on the bonds again. On moving, but itms no matter. She grips my head by the horn, her bulge in her other hand and I spit at her, I try biting at her. No avail. Her bulge is right next to my eye now. I keep it squeezed shut and I feel the pressure of it there. She pries it open and holds it like that as she-

I scream as it presses in- everything goes fuzzy and black in that eye, vision swiftly destroyed and her bulge penetrates- pierces the eye and I can feel it come apart so vividly, it doesn't just sting it doesn't just burn I don't know how to describe it it's just horrible I feel it everywhere, every part of me it's leaking, it's bleeding, all these fluids come out I- and then her bulge keeps going, it presses into my brain and god god god god god everything hurts I can feel the blood leaking out, dripping down my face, this woozy feeling in my brains beneath all the stinging and aching and searing. I twitch in the bonds.

It's impossible to leave the moment. It's like my whole body's short circuiting. It wasn't built for this pain and it's going up in my brains it's going up in my brain I… I… ramming in it's ramming in there, the whole thing feels like it's coming undone as her thick mass bores into it, and then my skull. I keep letting out these sounds of anguish I can't control. Again and again it stings it stabs it almost bludgeons. A spurt. A spurt of something deep in there. With the next few thrusts, more spurts. My skull on that side ends up loaded with her rust colored genetic fluid.

She finally pulls out with a pop, and a shriek from me. Out from my eyesocket trickles her red fluid and my violet blood, and the gunk from my eye. And some of my brain also there, little chunks that came undone. It falls from it like the tears I can't shed anymore. It aches and I'm still making noises I can't even control. There's a huge sore in my brains but. It still feels okay. Like. Mental wise. I function still psychologically. Physically there is pain. And when I open my eye finally… I only see out of one.

My breaths quicken. "Ara you… you took it from me. You took it from me!!"

She kneels next to me, hand stroking my cheek. "You did good."

"It hurts," I say, leaning into her comfort like a fool. She's the one that hurt me. Why do I seek her warmth?

She kisses my head.

"Let me go. You've had your way with me. I hope you're happy." I fully intend to strangle her once I'm let go. To my surprise, she does untie me. I grip her neck frantically, squeezing tight, tight, tight as I can. I'm frozen in place suddenly. She's holding out her hand to stop time on me. Pulls away from my grip, holding me, holding me in position. She gets my glasses, placing them back on my head, and nudges my clothes towards me from the darkness with her foot. They are, or were, neatly folded. She lets me go again and I lunge at her, never mind the clothes.

I push her to the ground, my fist collides with her face. Red spatters across my knuckles as I punch, punch, punch. It takes me a moment to realize I can see through both eyes again. And I stop. My hand reaches under my glasses towards the eye that was once missing. Fluids drip across my face but it's… there again. Must work similar to how when my eyes went blank when I realized I was dead? Perhaps when I realized I was okay, it came back? I couldn't tell you. I'm confused, but I'm relieved nonetheless.

I still strangle her and she keeps smiling. I let go, tired, so tired. I collapse. She lays next to me, hand tangling in my hair.

"You don't actually care about me, do you?" I ask.

"I care about all of my friends."

"That's a nonanswer."

"I do care about you."

"You fucked my brains!"

"Maybe."

Her arms wrap around me. "I still care about you. I did all of this because I do. I could have chosen anyone else, but I picked you. We never have spoken much. Even the other yous are very closed off."

"I think many of our friends are like that."

"Not in the same way towards me."

"Oh."

"There's more I want to do with you. But I guess I'll need to find someone else for it."

"No… you can keep me," I say.

"Can I?"

"Yeah…" my breath is shaky. So she does care? I don't trust her but I want it to be true. And at this moment it is true. I turn over to face her and hold her close. My fingers trail through her curls, and I lay there, shaking. Sobbing. I'm starting to cry, I realize.

And from what, well, no feeling other than fear, I have to say.

I hate all of this so much. I hate it. She cares about me and I'm not ready for that. She wants to hurt me and based on the incident that just occurred I know it will likely be in the worst way possible. Can it get worse than a bulge to the eye? Morbidly, I find myself curious. And it's just… pitiful to me.

She cares, she's the one person who does anymore it seems. Everyone else has given up on me. But not her. And she, the same person who cares, only does because she wants to hurt me. She can say what she wants but it's more than clear to me that causing me pain is her main and true intent.

There's always got to be something underlying it, I realize. A lusus to feed. A role to fulfill. I hate it.

I hate love. I hate romance. I hate sex. I hate being lonely. I hate being pathetic. I hate being desperate.

I want to throw up.

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Oh, where to start?

It's been sweeps since I last woke up in the Alternia I knew. Feferi, who was at one point a fairly distant friend of mine, had defeated our then empress in battle and claimed the throne for herself. From there, came a series of sweeping changes to the very structure of the planet itself.

She changed the definition of the word "culling" to refer not to killing, but to taking defective trolls under the care of those who could look after them. To determine who would look after which trolls, a detailed judiciary process was enacted.

On paper, this new system sounded good. But still, I couldn't help but cling to old beliefs and schools of thought, that perhaps violence was necessary. Afterall, some of the trolls who she "culled" would end up killing their caretakers, some caretakers had abused the trolls they culled. It was a generally flawed system. I grew to resent it, but I never truly voiced that feeling.

The system on Alternia was flawed, so is this one. My role didn't change very much. I still did my duty of raising the new mothergrub, of aiding with the repopulation of our species in the brooding caverns. Initially, I had my doubts, but I still figured I might as well watch as things play out.

And over the sweeps, I found that things would only get worse.

My friends and I have all been able to reproduce, another change the Empress had made was so young trolls once again could coexist with adults. I think this, too, was a mistake.

Despite all the changes made to our planet were those incidents I spoke of not long ago. I simply do not think this system the empress has established is, well, entirely sustainable.

But my frustration with her new system hit its tipping point when I was placed as the caretaker of a troll that Feferi had culled.

This troll was a descendant of Eridan, another friend of mine, it so happens. He's not the worst person, and certainly has gotten better with the passing sweeps. As a boy, though, he was terribly immature, and I found him very annoying to talk to. I still cared for him, of course, but it was frustrating, and I felt like many times I was being taken for granted.

Eridan's descendant, however, was far worse than he himself ever was, even if I removed from him the context of why he was even culled in the first place, which was that, apparently, he had been the caretaker of another troll, a friend of his who had brain damage, but was caught doing inappropriate things to him. And so he was taken under the care of someone that the judiaciary process had determined was trustworthy. That person ultimately was decided upon to be me.

His name: Cronus Ampora. He looked just like his ancestor, just his hair styled differently, not in that wavy ridiculous mess Eridan had, and no streak of violet present either. Instead of Eridan's horrendous hairstyle or anything resembling it, Cronus had his hair slicked back.

I don't like this boy. He's rotten, that's the best way I can describe him. Rotten. Rape charges nonwithstanding, he's poorly behaved. I'll just demonstrate to you the kind of behavior I have been needing to put up with for the past several months of my life.

I'll be showing him how to help with my duties in the brooding caverns, and the second I turn my back, his palm hits my backside. He's also made several attempts at grabbing my breasts.

Disciplining him's been irritating as well. He actively went out of his way to get in trouble because, and I quote, "[he] would love to get punished by a woman as beautiful as [me]." He'd drop my vases on purpose, one time stained a new dress I was working on.

You know what the worst part of this all is? He's nine sweeps of age. He's an adult. And he acts like a child. A naughty, unruly child.

I cannot discipline him, I cannot take him seriously. I hate this little boy. But, being that he is closely related to Eridan, someone I know decently well enough, I decided to contact him for support. How the tables have turned since our days as children…

grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began trolling caligulasAquarium[GA]

CA: let me guess this is about my descendant

GA: Incredible Guesswork

CA: thanks im a total sleuth i knoww

CA: youre lookin for advvice i wwager

GA: Today You Are An Endless Barrage Of Questions That Are Never Anything Short Of Correct

CA: wwas that sarcasm

GA: Sincerity

CA: okay good

CA: unfortunately i cant help you i genuinely havve no idea howw to deal wwith that kid

CA: he might be my owwn flesh and blood but circumstances play a mighty role in the formation of a person dont you think

GA: Right I Do Agree With That Assessment Entirely A Bit Disturbing Dont You Think That He Would Turn Out Like That In Specific

GA: Its As Though That Could Have Been You In A Way

CA: not hardly

GA: Somewhat Hardly I Will Admit I Do See Some Aspects Of Your Younger Self When I Deal With Him

CA: shit really

GA: The Romantic Desperation The Attention Grabbing Mechanisms

CA: okay sure maybe but dont insinuate that me and him are actually the same

GA: I Was Doing No Such Thing

CA: you so wwere

GA: Can We Not Argue About This Right Now

CA: fine

GA: I Should Return To What I Was Doing If You Cannot Give Me Any Advice Thanks For Trying I Suppose

grimAuxiliatrix [GA] ceased trolling caligulasAquarium[GA]

After that conversation, I saw that perhaps I didn't need help afterall. At that moment, I was doing fine with this boy. I just kept an eye on him as I did my work, and that was that.

Another thing I found incredibly frustrating was how to tote him around. I preferred sunlight and where I lived we could not go out at night. He however, couldn't handle the sun. So what I did was transportalize us from my home to the caverns, and I had to cover my windows with curtains to block out the light.

Another change I made to my hive was the repurposing of one of my personal libraries into a dedicated masturbation block.

Yes. Really. He had a sex drive so high I had to rearrange my schedule around giving him space so he could masturbate. He offered to let me watch but I declined. That is horrible. For a number of reasons.

He called it his “goon cave” and I was terrified to ask what that meant. He said it meant “masturbation block.”

The books were all moved to my sewing room, which due to my job, I was able to visit far less often. An empty diary I had went missing, and I had searched the whole house. But being low on time and needing to focus on this boy, I had to give up.

It took him some time to adjust to being awake during the day and asleep at night. But that was all well and good after some time. And one night when we were home from my job I turned on the television, and this ad played between programs. I was laying back, admittedly half awake, while he sat there excitedly pointing at it during one of these ads I was half paying attention to.

"Think you could get me one of those?"

"One of what?"

Cronus grins, leans back in the sofa, points lazily at the tv.

"The spaceship they just showed!"

"The what?"

"They just showed a spaceship. Were you even paying attention?"

"No."

"Well, the empress is letting people purchase their own spaceships. And I want one. I've always wanted to travel across the universe. Don't you want to try something like that, miss?"

"I never thought much about that particular subject," I say, with a tired shrug of my shoulders.

"Well, that's not a no."

"Even if I did say no, you would still insist upon making me buy it."

"Maybe. And even if you said no, the more I beg ya, the more likely you are to say yes."

"This is not the kind of behavior I reward."

"Then a punishment is in store for me, huh? Slap me, Maryam. Give me the hardest slap in the face you can give. I can take it!" He points to his face, he's grinning at me so obnoxiously.

"No," I say, returning my barely present attention to the television.

"I've been good haven't I?"

"No."

"Okay. Well, if I am good, will you get it for me?" He splays his whole body across my lap, his hands clasped. He looks straight up at me, beggardly batting his eyes.

I huff. Whatever it takes to shut him up. "Fine."

He smiles and hugs me, head careful to avoid my busom, that's how I know for certain he is playing me. That falseified show of respect right there.

"I'll be the best I can be, I promise. Keeping my filthy mitts to myself, and staying out of your business. I promise, I'll be good. I'll be the best!"

"Okay, Cronus."

"You don't believe me? Look, sure I can be a little fucked up sometimes, I won't deny it, but I'm not THAT bad, I have it in me to be good."

"Alright."

I prop my elbow up on the arm of the couch and hold my head to prevent it from lolling back down. I'm about to fall asleep like this. And I don't want to even know what Cronus might do to me while I'm asleep, so I pick him up and take him to his room. I lock him in there, then go to my room, and lock that door.

There's a lot of locks involved with this living situation. I've even got a chastity belt on. In case I need it. I made sure to get one strong enough for a violet blood not to break through the lock. Not that I would need it but I simply do not trust this boy even remotely.

The next few days passed by with ease and for once he showed me obedience. For once, he didn't act up so I continued stretching the deadline as far as I could before inevitably I would have to end up taking Cronus to get his spaceship. I was shocked they didn't even have much of a process to it. Simply not being culled and a brief training and liscensure (I kid you not it had to have taken me just two hours to complete) was enough to secure your very own spaceship.

I let Cronus pick his out. I don't even care to describe it. It was the very picture of vanity itself. Imagine vanity incarnate as a jet that is able to go into outer space. That is what he purchased.

And of course, he begged me to give it a spin, to which I said, "Of course, we did just buy it, why wouldn't we use it immediately after purchase?"

I tried to stay awake that whole journey, had a cup of coffee, stood up, walked around as it was on autopilot, stretched, but… to no avail. He was so much for me to put up with that I found myself dozing off until I had finally fallen asleep.

When I woke up, I had found that I was on the floor rather than standing by the control panel. The control panel itself was empty and Cronus was not in sight. I heard a sound, an unfamiliar voice from another compartment of the ship. A female voice. I sigh. He used this thing to pick up girls, didn't he?

I can't believe I fell for this. Well, okay. We don't know for certain if he asked for this ship just for this purpose. Maybe I happened to fall asleep and he saw his chance to do something. He's too stupid and impulsive to make such a cold, calculated move. And I've had my eyes on him all day. He had no chances to somehow tranquilize me. I try the passcode on the door where the sounds grow the loudest. No avail. I knock on the door. "Cronus?"

"Oh uh-"

"Get off of me!"

"Cronus, who is that other person?"

"Uh, nobody."

"Help! Somebody, help!"

I grit my teeth. "Cronus, open the door, or so help me-"

"Can you keep it down, you stupid bitch?"

"Cronus."

"Yeah, yeah, just a moment."

I hear a gunshot.

"Fucking finally."

"Cronus did you just kill that woman?"

"She was already dying as it is. I did her a favor."

"Cronus you and I both know you're lying. Where did you even get that gun?"

He then would open the door, gun pointed at me. The gun looked unfamiliar to me, the structure, the material. He held it in shaky hands and I stepped back. “Cronus-“

He pointed it at his head. The revolver clicked. Bam! Violet spattered the wall, his body fell limp. I stood there in shock, likely paralyzed for several minutes before catching my sesnses and assessing the corpse of the woman. She was an alien, a human to be more specific: pink skin, no horns, yellow hair. Candy red blood splotched her hair and pooled around her head.

This poor girl had her clothes torn right off. Her breasts had been forced out, I saw bite marks left by his pointed fangs. She wore a short skirt, and her panties hand simply been nudged aside. I didn’t dare look under her skirt. The scene was horrific enough. She have been zapped in here by the tractor beams of the ship.

The gun I quickly recognized as a human gun, which just proved my initial theory that none of what has happened today was planned out meticulously. Cronus instead had found a chance at these multiple actions he had taken and went all out. I didn’t dare touch the girl’s body; she had been through enough, but I did stare down at Cronus’s.

Despite everything, I felt terrible. Even though he was a horrible person, he didn't deserve this. I sighed, getting to my knees, and holding his cold body in my arms for a moment. Not out of forgiveness, not even sorrow. Just… guilt, I think. I figured this was yet another one of his "attention grabbing" schemes gone wrong. He just wanted to get my attention by doing something shocking, and now, well, I wondered what this could possibly be.

If perhaps he wanted this, to turn himself into a tragedy. I could never really quite know. Regardless, I felt bad. Regardless, I did see a tragedy here before me. A tragedy that I was weaved into, hardly by my own volition. Or perhaps entirely so. I can't even look at him, the gunshot wound on his head, his empty eyes staring at the wall before him. I drag my fingers across his eyelids, lowering them and letting him formally rest. I then head to the controls, and await whatever fate lies before me.

I sigh, only moving forward through space. And then… Oh my which way is Alternia again? It takes me a moment, but I find my footing again, and make it there.

I simply do the right thing and show that Cronus had killed himself under my care. Not only this but he had abducted, raped and murdered an alien from another planet as well.

And from there is that lengthy series of judiaciary proceedings. It goes by much faster than otherwise it may be. Terezi's in the court, and she's someone with a genuine care for justice and the like, and so their ruling on what to do with me, after my own failings, is fair. Which is to say I was not culled for what happened to the younger Ampora.

It is from there that I would return to my hive. I set foot in Cronus's designated masturbation room for the first time in months. It's still and quiet. There's something dreadful about it. The room that the rapist I took care of used to masturbate in. What a sentence. I can't believe I just said that.

I see something unusual in a corner of the room, which I am uncertain of what to do with. A floorboard, slightly askew. I pry it and find that lost empty diary I always failed to find just months ago. It's not dusty, seems freshly used. I take it in my hands and open to the first page.

The handwriting is messy and hard to read. But it's the contents that get to me. This is my best attempt at transcribing it. I am almost certain that he wrote it while in the process of masturbating.

i stole that stupid bitch's diary. completely empty. vwho evwen keeps something like an empty diary around? an idiot probably.

I kept it there because I was planning to use it! Why is he calling me an idiot for something perfectly reasonable and normal. That doesn't even make any sense.

it's mine nowv. and so it is my one place to be completely honest.

if i kill myself, this can be the one remnant of me left.

Oh, great. A manifesto. Seems writing manifestos runs in the family…

think of it like a horcrux.

No idea what that is.

this thing contains my soul. vwhere do i begin vwith this, then? my crime i suppose. mituna vwas alvways annoying to me. i didn't knowv howv to react to his incident. i also didn't knowv howv to react to being placed as his caretaker. but i knewv vwhat i vwas going to do vwhen i sawv him like that.

and so i made a routine out of it.

I can't read this. I skip ahead some.

vwhen i think about my life, it's not a matter of vwhat is. it's a matter of vwhat could havwe been. vwhen i see myself then, i see an idiot. and this idiot kept making bad choice after bad choice. and nowv i'm here. alone. vwith nobody. evweryone hates me, so i must be terrible. this vworld hates me, so i must be terrible.

i hate this vworld vwe livwe in.

I flip ahead.

i don't think my caretaker's half bad. she's alright. i mean she's pretty, and all things considered, she's nice to me. sucks that these are the circumstances that bring us together. also sucks that she claims to only like girls. i think she's lying to me. plenty of vwomen try that excuse on me.

Ugh!

I close the book. I hate reading it, but I hold onto it anyway.

Throughout the coming weeks, I'd return to it when I found myself ready. The more I read, the less inclined I felt to clean his room.

While yes, some passages were annoying, pretentious, full of shit, I saw in there someone familiar to me.

I saw someone lonely, someone who never got the right support. Someone who just spiraled down into nothingness.

And I contributed to that.

He was already far gone at the point I had gotten him of course, but at the same time it wasn't pleasant to be woven into such a horrible narrative.

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Eridan laid himself down in the yellow grass, barely conscious after the stunning realization that he was dead. He wiped at his now empty eyes under his glasses, letting out a small, exasperated breath. He would take a moment to get up. Someone sat next to him. He turned to her with a hazy gaze. She looked a bit like Aradia, same horn shape, same red make up, just with her curly hair done a bit differently; it was pulled back into a bun, with what appeared to be chopsticks poking out. She also was much more scantily clad, with a short skirt and a button down, and white leggings that clung to her thin, shapely legs. She held a small white stick with smoke coming off from the end, which had a subtle orange glow to it, as thought it was burnt there.

She held the stick out for him, he held up his hand, shaking his head. She said some words he didn’t recognize, then quickly registered her as speaking a lowblood tongue and rolling his eyes, though she couldn’t see him do this. She placed the stick between her lips, sucking on it then blowing out smoke. She handed him the stick again. The edge was stained with red lipstick.

“I don’t-“

She narrowed her eyes, placing it between his fingers. She guided his hand to his lips, then pointed to her own, demonstrating what she wanted him to do.

He grit his teeth and just did it. It was hard on his throat and made it kind of itchy. When he tried blowing it out, he coughed weakly. The woman laughed.

He narrowed his eyes. “Well I tried it, are you happy?”

The woman nodded, taking her stick back and sucking on it, then blowing out a puff of smoke in his face. He wiped his glasses. “Watch it!”

She smiled at him, pulling on his scarf and his frustration and urge to leave turned into fluster. Suddenly he relaxed his shoulders, leaning forwards slightly.

The woman raised her eyebrows, before leaning in, too. She kissed him.

His cock began to strain against his pants. “O-oh,” he said when she pulled away. She handed him the stick again, and this time he took it, and again coughed. She laughed and he laughed back, the stick dangling between his fingers. He sucked on the end and tried blowing out smoke only to cough again, and she began laughing even harder, arms around her stomach. Again, more of her lowblood language.

“I can’t really understand what you’re saying. Can you say something other than landweller gibberish?”

“Yes.”

“Oh so you do understand me.”

“Yes.”

“Then say something that I understand.”

She paused a moment, as though in thought before finally saying: “No.”

“Why not?”

“Not fluent.”

“I could help you be more fluent. I’d say I’m pretty damn set in the ways of my language myself.” He put his hand to his chest, bowing his head slightly at her, just as some kind of show for her.

“No.”

“No?”

“Not what I want.”

“Then what is?”

She smiled, reaching between his legs and squeezing his groin, causing him to yelp and flinch back, and fall backwards.

His face went completely violet. She smirked at him. He smirked back, sitting back up, dusting off his behind. She unbuttoned her top, showing him her breasts. She also lowered her bra to let them free. His gaze immediately fell onto them, and he reached out with his hands. They fell onto them then gently, he squeezed. He let out a slight, shaky sound from his nose, his lips pressed together in some awkward attempt at holding a smile.

Then came his lips, pressing against her breasts, kissing down, then circling round her right nipple. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, planting a kiss to his head and this made him squirm a little bit. He sucked, sucked on her nipple like a baby, before sinking in his teeth just to see how she reacted. She moaned, back arching slightly. He looked up at her to gauge her reaction before giving her teeth once again.

This time the bite was harder, he drew blood and wiped his lips when he pulled away, only for her to smash his head into her chest again. He let out a shaky, awkward laugh. He looked up at her, sticking out his tongue in a fake scowl. She rubbed at the base of his horn, and again, he squirmed.

“Eridan.”

“You know my name?!” He asked, springing up from her breasts before she pulled him back in.

She nodded.

“How?”

“Seen many of you before.”

“You have?”

She nodded.

“And how could that be?”

“Been here for many sweeps.”

“I have?”

“I have.”

“Oh. So you know who I am and you’ve taken an interest in me.”

“You could say.”

“Say what?”

“What you just said.”

“Oh.”

He scratched the back of his head, looking away. “Yeah.”

She crushed his face with her breasts again. They’re small, but perky.

She then took another drag of her stick, before unravelling and removing Eridan’s scarf, revealing his neck. She took the warm, orange end of her stick and he flinched slightly as he realized what she intended to do. He hissed as the burnt end touched his skin, then yelled when it reached his gills. “Hey, hey, cut it out!!” He swatted her hand with desperate abandon.

She laughed, pressing it deeper, and he slapped her hand away entirely. The stick fell to the ground. The woman would then fumble with Eridan’s belt, which he finished the job for, pulling it from his pants. She tugged down his pants and briefs, and grinned at the sight of his penis.

It was pretty small, even at its fully erect state. About four inches in length, to be specific. She flicked it with his fingers and he inched away from her again, just slightly. Without asking, she gripped it in her hand and then he watched as with her other hand, she grabbed the thin little white stick from earlier, and took it to his dickhole. He grabbed her wrist. “Maybe let’s try something else, yeah?”

She shook her head pointing to her ear. “No habla.”

His eyes widened. “You just said you-“

The woman shrugged.

“What?!”

She smiled and shrugged again.

“I don’t want that going in there,” he furiously pointed at his dick hole. He stood up, only for her to grip his leg and pull him back down. She climbed over his backside, holding him close in her arms, kissing his cheek.

“Silly boy. Very cute.”

“Huh?”

“You silly. I like.”

“Oh.”

“Give me.” She squeezed his dick. “This. I want to hurt you.”

“I know it’s just-“

“You can’t handle?”

“No I can.”

“Then show me.”

“Alright then, fine. Shove it in there, deform me irreparably, see what I care.”

“Baby.”

“You’re using pet names?!”

“No. I am calling you a baby.”

“Oh.” He frowned.

Damara snickered. “Baby.”

Eridan’s face went completely violet again.

She got off of him, he sat down, holding up his dick. She wiggled the cigarette between her thumb and middle finger just to emphasize its presence, he supposed, before taking it over to him. He squeezed his eyes shut as his hole was overtaken by the sudden intrusion. It widened the thin hole at the tip of his cock, and going down felt so wrong. He had to show that he was strong though. His yelps stuttered into eachother as his cock was filled. It ached, it scraped, it felt stretched and it wasn’t even that big an object that dipped in, but worst of all was the burning of the tip as it went down. “Stop!” He shouted on his own, covering his mouth. “Don’t stop,” he corrected himself, unable to even feign being calm.

It fell all the way in which was all kinds of wrong. “Can you get it out?” He asked.

She shrugged.

“You don’t know?”

She shook her head, feigning solemnness.

She would then take out a wand. Literally. A magic wand. His eyes widened. “You’re goin to use it to get that out?”

She shook her head, guiding the tip to his penis head.

“Hey you know I have a few of those, too.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“They suck and don’t work but… I do have em.”

She sighs, shaking her head. She draws her finger down her cheek, as though crying a single tear. She’s weirdly easy to read; despite her lack of pupils, Eridan can tell she is rolling her eyes.

“Does it work?” He asks.

“Not why I took it out.”

“Well, can you show me? I’m letting you stick things in my cock I think that I can ask for something too.”

“Okay.”

She tapped his forehead with it. Then hit his forehead, kind of hard. “Oww!”

She popped his mouth open by grabbing his face before shoving her wand in, causing him to gag and shove at her. She pushes him to the ground, shoving it in again. “You get plenty now. No need to give more.”

He nodded, tears pricking his eyes as she chokes him with the thin, long stick.

She pulled it out, nodding in approval, and turned her attention to his cock.

“Will you at least show me later?” He asked.

“Sure. Let me stick it in you first.”

“And that’s a deal?”

“Yes.”

“How do I know you’re not goin to blast it off?” He eyed her suspiciously.

“Thanks for the idea.”

“No don’t actually!!!”

She laughed, pinched his cheek, shaking her head. “I will not.”

“Uhh…”

“Be good.”

“Wait you’re sayin if I’m disobedient you’ll blow it off?”

She nodded.

“Better stay in place then.”

She nodded again, smiling slightly.

He nodded back, a slight raise of his eyebrows.

The tip of her wand met his already widened hole, now he started to shake, and tried to keep his calm. He bit his lip as it began its journey down from the tip to the inside of his shaft. He let out little yelps as it went down. The woman leaned in a little closer to him and he put his hand on her shoulder, gripping tightly for leverage, maybe comfort. It hurt so much, and he was scared when he saw violet begin to leak out and couldn’t tell if it was blood or genetic fluid. He looked away, instead focusing on her face as his hole was ruined.

He took deep, heavy breaths, trying to focus on that, trying to focus on the woman’s face.

“Didn’t get your name,” he said, trying to distract himself.

“Damara.”

“Mm. Damara. Rolls off the tongue.”

The wand was in as far as it could be now. His whole length stuffed full of wand, chafed by it, aching, throbbing. She’d impaled him.

He tried not to freak out when he watched as she pulled it back, then pushing it back in. His hand covered his mouth. She was fucking it. She was fucking his cock.

“Stop…” he hit himself in the head. “Don’t stop. D-don’t… don’t stop.”

He kept hitting himself as she kept doing this just to distract from the pain, but it didn’t do anything. His breaths grew faster and he clung onto her ad she continued to ruin him until he was starting to cry. “Don’t stop,” he sobbed. “Don’t stop don’t listen to this keep going just keep going keep going.”

His fingers dug into Damara as she kept going like he told her to. He buried his face into her chest. It just hurt so much. He really did want her to stop but he was scared of what would happen if he even voiced that. After what felt like forever, she finally pulled it out. It was covered in violet and he stared wildly at that, and more so at his stretched out hole. It was horrible. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He wanted to forget but there it was, his dick hole huge, gaping down the middle, a mess of violet inside and around and all over it. Bile rose up his his throat, he wanted to hold it back but his reflexes hit him and he threw up.

He held out his hand in front of her so she could back away from his vomit. It covered the grassy ground, didn’t stop even though he wanted it to. He backed away from it, too, tucking his dick behind his briefs, shuddering at the feeling of his blood against his hands, and then pulling up his pants, too. “So,” he wiped throw up off from his mouth, cringing slightly at the sight of the thin, auburnish viscous fluid, thick only with mucus and what little he had eaten before his death, on the back of his hands “you and I,” he pointed at her. “We’re kismeses right?”

“No.”

He smiled and laughed. “Alright. That’s a good one.”

“You are stupid.”

He nodded. She pointed a finger at him. “Stupid!!”

He covered his mouth, blushing again. She grabbed her wand covered in his blood and cum and such and hit him in the forehead. “Stupid!!!”

He nabbed the wand from her and hit her in the head with it. “Stupid,” he said. He then saw his own blood and cum and went “ugh” and dropped it, then seeing it on his hands, both of them. He looked up at her, then gripped her thighs with his hands and dragged them down along her leggings, smearing them with his own violet fluids.

She stared down at her legs with disgust.

“Too much?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No??”

“Sounds like a yes.”

Eridan covered his face. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Mhm.”

She pointed and laughed. She then stood up, spat in his face, still laughing.

“Virgin!!!” She shouted, pointing still.

She lowered herself to his level, ready to kiss him, only to then spit in his general direction.

“Eww…”

She pulled down his pants and underwear again, grabbing his dick and spitting down the widened hole. Felt weird. Kinda slimy.

She smiled up at him, kissed the side of his cock, leaving a red lipstick mark there. Licked her lips. He gave a scared smile, swallowing. He tried to regain his composure, clenching his hands into fists.

She grabs his cock, spitting into the hole once, twice. Sticks her tongue in there, swirls it around, sucks on it. Then she flicks it with her fingers, before stepping away and giving his cock a harsh kick. Once, and before the second can land, he grabs her ankle, remembers her threat from earlier and letting go. She kicks again and he shouts. She presses her whole foot against it, grinding his genitals with her heel. His breaths are heavy. She gives it one more kick, spits in his face and walks away, leaving him there alone, hand on his cock, aching so much he can’t even move.

He can’t believe he just let her do that to him! He’s such a chump.

But…. Maybe she’ll come back.

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"Hey, mini Ampora. You up for more love makin?"

Eridan turns to see Meenah, going from dour to slightly more excited. He composes himself. "Yeah," he says. Meenah walks closer to him, pulling him into a headlock and tousling his hair with her fist. He gives a little nip to her lips.

"Kay get inside." She gestures to the building next to em, just a basic brick structure conjured up in someone's memory of some place. Didn't really matter much to her. She spun Eridan around and grabbed him by the back of the neck, kicking open the door then pushing him forwards with both hands, causing him to stumble in his gait. He rubs the back of his neck, where she gripped tightly.

Judging by all the tables in there, looked to be some kind of restaraunt. Fancy one, too. There were candles on the tables, still lit. Gave her some ideas.

She shoves lill Ampora onto one of the tables and he fell back onto it, back of his knees hitting the edge; while his bottom slid across. The tray holding the candle clattered onto the tile floor, the flame dancing over it. Perhaps due to the altered physics of the location, it didn't cause a fire. Just stayed there, dancing. She picked it up, Eridan's eyes on her. The wax was a little warm to the touch, stung a little. Cause the candle was melting, she guessed. It was red in color. Candy red, like mutant blood. Ooo… she smirked.

"Pants down." She pointed at Eridan, lowering her finger towards her pants, then moving it further down, to motion him removing them entirely. She still held the candle.

"What are you playin at?"

"You'll sea, bitch."

Eridan cautiously eyes the candle, but doesn't question it much. He looks nervous as hell. Can barely hide his own fear. Meenah likes that. She grins at him, barely able to hide her own pride.

Humbling this kid's probably one of her proudest accomplishments. When they first met, he was so arrogant, so full of himself, so properly alternian. Always bragging to her about all the people she killed. He is really awesome and cool in her opinion. She likes him a lot. But getting him to act like THIS, oh buoy it just fascinates her to no end.

She loves it.

He undoes his belt, pulls down his pants and briefs, all the way off, showing off his cute, bony legs.

Meenah steps closer to him, spreading them apart before he could himself. He rests his ankle against her shoulder, a bit awkwardly, before just… backing up on the table slightly, letting the back of his shoe hit the edge of the table, then rest against it. His bulge already's peeking out of his cute lill nook. She grins down at it, gives it a little kiss. Then a tiny nip, causing his eyes to scrunch up, he lets out a tiny little noise.

She raises the candle over the space between his legs. His eyes widen, but again, no complaint. She takes her fingers, shoving her pointer and middle finger into his mouth, then between his lips. He bites them.

"Oww! C'mon." She shakes her head.

He furrows his brow, gives her a pituful look, she removed her fingers from his mouth.

"Don't gimme dat. What is it?"

"Just ah fuck it's just- Meenah your fuckin candle's right over my bulge oh my god."

Meenah sees the hot wax had initially been dripping around, but not on the boy's genitals. Most of it clung to his inner thighs, his stomach in red splotches. His body twitches with each drop, that now falls right onto his erection, down to the folds of his nook, from which it escaped. She pops her fingers back in his mouth, watching as the hot wax falls onto him.

She slides in a third finger, he gives her fingers a gently little suck. She mostly watches the wax drip down on him, though.

Ugh, he's so good. Staying still like this. He's perfect. She could just eat him.

He'd have been the perfect lill royal subject for other her, she thinks. Aaaaa! He's the perfect royal subject for her now!!! Forget alternate universes! She's in a good universe as it is!!!!

Oh my cod, why didn't she think of this sooner!? Cute mini Ampora is her royal subject. She's so giddy she can hardly stand still. He's such a good royal subject. Sitting here twitching, sucking on her fingers like a good little boy. Not even asking for anything in return.

She slips a fourth finger into his mouth. It grazes his fangs. More wax drips on his nook, seems to hurt like mad, cause he keeps almost biting her. His breaths are quick. He starts dragging his tongue across her fingers. Body's all twitchy. Too bad both of her hands are busy. She'd lend her royal subject one otherwise, maybe to rest against his cute face, maybe to hold his hand while he twitches.

But he's strong. He doesn't need any of that. He just sits here and takes it.

Okay.

She's bored of the candle as it is now. Fun while it lasted but she feels like testing his limits. She pulls her fingers from his mouth, sitting on his chest, then pulling his nook open, not minding the bulge. Her grin widens as she holds the candle over his opening. Hot wax drips right iin and-

He shoves her off the table, scrambling back with enough force to flip it on its side, and it hits the ground with a hollow bang. "Dammit."

She steps towards him, he spreads his nook for her!!! She crouches down, holding the candle over it again.

He bites his lip as hot wax drips into it. His legs squeeze shut and he has to open them again on his own. With her free hand, she massages his inner thigh, making him squirm. Still holding the candle where it is, watching him twitch and whimper, she lowers her lips to his inner thigh, dragging her tongue across, then sinking her teeth into his flesh. It leaves a mark.

She kisses across it, gaze sometimes flicking to the candle over his genitals. His bulge writhes like mad over the gap he's made for her between it and his nook. He squeezes it in his free hand to keep it still so that hole's just open for her to ruin him.

Ahhh. All that wax in there's gonna plug it… stupid bulge'll probably have trouble slipping back in. That's so hot. She wonders if there's be a way to pull the wax all out, see what shape it made inside of him.

She's being ridiculous because not much has or will drip in there. She's just horny, having horny thoughts.

His lill nooks so cute… she wants to fuck it… ugh!!! She changes plans, pulling up his shirt and finding the gills along his sides. She rubs em with her hand and he flinches. He knows what she's gonna do next. She drips the hot wax onto them. He hisses through his teeth. She looks up at him and sees tears pricking his eyes.

So cute! Is he in that much pain?! "You're crying?!"

"No." He sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand.

"Hah! That's rich. You're never without a surprise are ya, Ampora the Second?"

"Guess not." His voice is strained and heavy, he hisses with the next drip of candle wax.

"Heheh." She focuses her attention on the wax dripping. She puts her finger to the next drop. A bit warm to the touch. Not too bad. Stings a little.

Then again, she's fuschia. Nothin really gets through her tough skin. Eridan's just violet. He might get hurt a bit more easily. That or he and Cronus are a couple of weenies, cause man, she cannot count the number of times she's made either of them cry whenever she got physical. She broke Cronus's nose one time. So many tears. And Eridan, well, that's happening in real time, and has been for a while now.

She didn't really bully a lot of violet bloods when she was still alive. Most of them aren't as fun as the Amporas. Also they are all dead now anyway.

Hmmmmmmm. She switches her attention between his gills and his pussy. He's still holding it open for her, too. "You know you can stop, right?" She watches as he lets go with a satisfied grin. He will literally do anything she says, huh?

She wonders how far she can take this.

She finds his nipple, and while the candle's in her hand, she takes his nipple between her teeth, giving it a tiny little bite. The candle's dripping on the floor now. Just next to his waist, but not right on it. She fixes that.

He's not crying enough, back to his nook, he seemed to hate that.

"Open it again."

"Open what?"

"Your nook, idiot."

He's even shut his legs. He fixes that, grips his bulge, tucking it back, spreads his nook again. Ugh.

She loves watching how his body responds to the drips RIGHT into his opening. The way he hisses through his teeth. The tiny… tiny, sobs? She looks back at him, oh my cod. He's actually crying. She licks her lips, holding up the candle over his nook. Her heart flutters in her chest. She can't. She just can't. This is… so. So. Incredible.

Her own bulge is aching against her pants and underwear. She holds up the candle still, fumbling with her jeans and. Ugh. Ugh just a moment, it's a bit difficult. She finally gets it unzipped, tugs down, shimmies out- it's kinda awkward and silly, she doesn't care. Slides her thong aside, letting her bulge writhe free. She backs herself towards his face, still careful to hold the candle over his opening, listening to him whimper, watching his body twitch and writhe. It's so clear he wants to move but he refuses to let himself. He's SUCH a loser.

She loves him.

Her bulge meets the tip of his lips, she eases her waist further down, and he opens his mouth to accomodate it. Aaaaaa! She lets out a moan as she lowers herself further down into him, down into his tight throat. She starts slowly fucking his mouth as she continues watching the candle.

"Cod, Eridan you lill bass tard. You feel so goood!" She arches her back slightly as he sucks on her cock, still she thrusts in his mouth. She just drops the candle in his cunt, prompting him to frantically reach for it, then stopping, now he's ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

She feels his snot on her ass that's nasty. She pulls off.

"What the shell?"

"Fuck I'm sorry. Keep goin just ignore me."

"No way. You got snot all over my ass. That's nasty. Can you seariously not handle a candle in your nook? What happened to that genocidal sociopath I thought I was admiring?"

"He's still there. But I- fuck fuck fuck I need to take this out."

He yanks the candle right out. It's covered in his fluids, whatever hasn't melted in. Kind of hot.

"Dam. Reel lame."

"Are you still doing the fish pun thing?"

"You know it."

He wrinkles his nose.

Meenah picks up the candle again, and Eridan pulls it from her hands, throwing it to the ground and crushing it with his heel. He shoves her to the ground, holds her against the ground.

"You cut this out or I'll do it to you."

"Whoa! Ampora, didn't know you had it in ya to act out like this."

"A course I do. What kinda kismesis would I be if I didn't?"

"You hadn't before."

Meenah shoves Eridan off of her.

"Yeah well-"

"Well?"

Meenah crosses her arms, smug look on her face.

"What?" Eridan squints at her.

"Well, why didn't you react before?"

"Cause you're above me. That's why. This is different, though, you've never gone this far. Look at what you did to me." He pulls his nook open to show her. A lot of the delicate violet flesh looks burnt, irritated, and there's red clumps in there that's cooled off.

Kinda nasty to look at. She grins.

"Yeah I did that!"

"And that's bad!" He hisses. "Downright terrible."

"Well, shucks, Ampora, sucks to be you I guess."

"No. You did this, you're paying for it."

"Hahaha you seriously think I'mma take you seriously as a dom?" Meenah grabs him by the wrists, pinning him to the ground. She straddles him. "You're useless."

He tries pulling out of her vicelike grip. "See? You can't even pull out of this. I'm not even grabbin on you that hard. Face it. You're a weenie."

He squirms a little more. She kisses him on the lips to see if it'll calm him down. Seems like he has stopped moving. Stupid boy's dick also twitches, she can feel it on her thigh. She lowers herself, letting her bulge tangle with his.

As she pulls away from the kiss, his teeth catch on her lip. She lets him give her a bite there, then pulling away, and biting his lip, grinning at the metallic taste of his blood. He's completely relaxed now. She lets go of his wrists, pulls off her shirt, guides his hands to her breasts. He squeezes, massages them, very tight, harsh, not gentle. She pats his head. Her bulge throbs, aching to go inside him. So she backs herself away from him, staring down where his nook probably is. Before she can react, he has her on her back, slides his bulge into her nook. She pulls him off of her, shoving him onto his stomach, and pressing into him from behind. She pushes his head against the ground, starts fucking him roughly. Isn't long till she hears him let out a little noise, violet spurts onto the ground.

"You finished that fast?"

"Shut up."

Meenah laughs, Eridan can't help but do the same. "You're so cute," she says.

"Shut up!" He's still laughing.

Couple more thrusts and she's done, too.

She pulls out.

"Some empress you are, finishin so fast."

"Shut up, Ampora."

"Oh, okay, so it's a joke when I do it, but when you do it, it's fine. I see how it is."

Meenah takes him into a chokehold, tousles his hair with her fist.

"Seriously though don't stick a candle in my nook again."

"Can't make any promises."

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Porrim finds, stumbling out of a building, Cronus's dancestor. Eridan. That was his name. Eridan. He isn't wearing that garish cape of his, as is the case with some versions of him, it seems.

She approaches him, figuring she can help, since it looks like no one else is around. She slings her arm across his shoulders. He slips away from her, she grabs his wrist. "What are you doing?" She asks.

"I dunno. What're you doin?" He gives her a crooked grin, pointing at her awkwardly.

"Why can't you walk straight?"

He points at the building, she quickly registers it to be a bar.

"Oh… how much did you-"

"I dunno. Got some, kept goin. You're pretty."

Porrim frowns, pats his head. "I see. Are you okay?"

"I dunno."

She cups his face. "Right…"

He presses his lips to hers. She flinches. "Hey, that's-"

He wraps his arms around her neck, kissing her again. His lips part, tongue slips into her mouth. Hand hikes up her thigh, under the fabric of her dress. She huffs. Alright… She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around him.

He is a little cute… maybe she will give him what he wants. She undoes his belt, shoves down his pants. His underwear. She bites her lip, a little bit of her moral conscious tells her not to do this. Another part reminds her that she's literally been around for countless sweeps. She's fallen into moral degeneracy from time to time, and while, yes, she still experiences doubt over this, she still has that curiosity, the same kind many of her friends have. The same kind Meenah's had for sweeps. Really, she admits to herself, her biggest concern is the gossip. The superficial disgust her friends will show for her actions, when she knows they are just as capable of this kind of behavior as she is. But… really. It's not like anyone will care. This is, afterall, just one of the most forgettable people wandering the dream bubbles.

Really, how many Eridans has she come across that actually still felt good about their afterlives or relationships? How many has she met who haven't yet abandoned all hope? Sure, more than the number of Cronuses she's met like that, but not many. Not many at all.

She kisses his thigh, gives it a tiny bite. He squirms a little, smiling drunkenly at her. She's shocked to see that he's a happy drunk. He looks so sweet with a smile on his face. "You really should smile more," she says.

"Thanks," he says stupidly. She moves her attention to his genitals, pressing her lips to his nook. He lowers himself onto her face, keeping his legs apart so she can eat him out. She works deftly with her tongue, he shudders at the feeling of the piercing at the rounded tip of the piercing at the tip of it against his seedflaps. His bulge begins to poke out, then slowly slides into her mouth. It's not particularly big. Doesn't even fit all the way down her throat. Poor boy.

"Mmm." He grabs onto her horns, grinds against her face. Starts fucking into it. It's not long until he finishes, leaving her mouth filled with violet fluid. Her own bulge is beginning to strain against her dress. She pulls her panties aside, and guides his hands to it. She wipes her lips while he begins to stroke her, grip a little too hard. There's violet on the back of her hand. He leans forwards, tongue out, takes her a moment to see that he wants to lick it. She guides her hand to his tongue, he laps at his own fluids. She kisses his lips again, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He lets go of her bulge, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close. His twiggy legs wrap around her waist. Wet bulge writhes against her. He deepens the kiss, taking a shuddering breath. His fingers dig into her back. Start clawing into her. She shoves him off slightly, he whines, just placing his arms back around her, just as they were, his bulge seeming to seek out her nook.

He suckles on her lower lip, teeth grazing it, suckles on her piercing. His kisses melt into one another, growing fast, desperate, sloppy. His mouth seems to try to go after her entire face this next time, gnashing fangs clack awkwardly against hers, and she pulls away, spit, jade and violet blood all mixed together trailing between their mouths, the string snapping as she backs away from him. Her chest heaves. His hands trail down her body, to her bulge. To her nook. Fingers follow the indent between it and her bulge, slip in, his rings bump and scrape against her, she pulls off of him, fingers slide out.

"Here, let me help you."

She helps him to lay on his stomach, eyeing the indent of his nook. She grips her own bulge, guiding it to his opening, and thrusts in. It's not even that far when he moans. She keeps her grip on his waist. Thrusts in deeper, deeper….

He lets out another loud, girlish moan. How wrong this is turns her on even further. The way his back arches. The way he completely surrenders himself to her like this. She moves her head to the nape of his neck, unable to resist the urge to bite down. He yelps. She continues fucking him, gripping his bulge and seeing if any fluid is left in there at all. Strokes the useless little thing…

He makes a noise, more spurts out. She keeps her mouth on his neck, tasting, sucking all the blood that comes out with the prick of her fangs. His own hips buckle, possibly involuntarily, against her own. He's enjoying this.

She finally lets go of his neck, feeling pressure build in her bulge. The sounds of her thrusts, the slapping of skin, moisten ever so slightly, as she finds herself closer and closer to release. She finally empties in him, letting out her own moan. Thrusting, thrusting, then she's done, pulling out with a pop, and holding him close to her. She spreads his nook, watching as her jade green fluid drips out. He rests his head against her breasts, eyes shut. His smile fading. Seems he's grown tired. She lets him sleep against her breasts, still admiring what she's done to him.

Kisses his sleeping body on the mouth. Just out of curiosity.

Seems that little conscious of hers is gone.

She holds him tight against her while he rests, unable to get herself to put his pants back on. She loves him like this, she has to admit it.

But she gives in. Pulls his pants and underwear back up, then continues with letting him rest his head against her small but shapely breasts, as though using them as a pillow.

His chest rises and falls so peacefully. For such a bitter, envious person, from what little she has seen, he seems so different when he's asleep and when he's drunk for that matter. She brushes a loose strand of black hair back into that strange wavy mess on his head. She's going to need to advise him on fashion once he wakes up. He looks so silly and childish with that stupid haircut, and those ridiculous pants, and those clashing colors.

It'd be… she wasn't sure how long, probably a few hours, until his eyes fluttered open. She smiles softly at him. "Hello."

"Who are you?" he asks, backing away slightly. She rests her hand on his cheek.

"Someone who wants to help you," she says.

"I don't need any help."

He slaps her hand away.

"Eridan… I saw you walking out of that bar. Extremely drunk. That's how I met you. Helping you out while you were drunk."

Eridan's face goes violet. "I-" he balls his hands up into fists.

"It's okay." She helps Eridan to his feet, guiding him into the bar. She helps him sit down. "How much do you usually drink? I'll get it for you."

"Umm."

"Well?" She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, smiles at him.

"That doesn't matter. Why are you doing this?"

"I already told you. I want to help."

"Help with what, exactly?"

"Help you feel better."

His mouth trembles. "And how is this-"

"You were smiling when you were drunk."

"So what?"

"You called me pretty."

She leans a bit closer to him, he leans back, covering his mouth with his scarf.

"I think you're cute," she says, pinching his cheek. "Can you smile for me again?"

He looks away from her, at the table.

"Come on. I know you can."

He covers his entire face with his hands. She pets his hair, he turns to her slightly. She smiles at him. He tries, his mouth wobbly, awkward.

"There we go."

"So. You like me?"

"I suppose so."

"Yeah but do you like me? In a red way? Or maybe you hate me, in a pitch way."

She isn't even thinking. "No."

He frowns. "Okay. Forget I asked. You're way out of my league anyway."

"Thanks."

He runs his hand through his hair. "Well. Go ahead and pour some for us then, just behind the counter." He points at where you can pour from.

"Just for you. I don't drink."

So Porrim crawled over the counter and grabbed two glasses, filled them up all the way, and gave them to Eridan. She rested her arms against the counter, and watched as he downed the first one. He wasn't long to it. "Careful!" she shouts, holding out her hand. "You'll get sick."

"Ah… I can handle it," he says. "I've only been doin this for however long it's been." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"How long do you figure?"

"I dunno. That's why I said however long it's been."

"So you've been just hanging around here for the past, however long?"

"Yes ma'am." He gives her a lifeless finger gun and bob of his head.

He hands her back the glass he just drank from. "Sometimes I'll go up to that old thing and drink straight out of it. They just have infinite it seems."

"Oh. Gross."

"It is kinda gross, huh… God I'm losin touch with my own dignity what the hell?" He takes the second glass, downing that much like the first, quickly, no real consideration for his ghost body. Porrim opens her mouth to speak. "Don't," he says, pointing at her. He then holds up the empty glass. "Gimme another one. Two more." He points at the thing the drinks are poured from.

This goes on for a while. She wants him drunk. So she can take him under the counter, make him suck on her bulge.

And that's exactly what she does, he gets a little dizzy, a little tipsy, maybe extremely. She hoists him up, pulls him over the counter. He laughs. He's back in that kind of joyful, euphoric state of mind. She tucks aside her panties, her jade green bulge writhing, grips that with one hand, his horn with another, and makes him suck it. Turns out to be too much for him. He gags, sputters, shoves her away.

She graps his head, forcing him back onto it, but he refuses to even open his mouth. She grips his face, forcing his mouth open. "No!" he pushes her away again. She returns that with a shove to the ground, straddling his face, and starts fucking into his mouth. She gropes her tit as she hammers it in there. She knows she's horrible for this. And she doesn't even care.

Not caring and not having guilt aren't the same though. That one part of her is guilty. But her guilt fuels everything else. So so, so wrong. Feels so right. He retches all over her bulge and that is weird but hot, she keeps going till she finishes in his mouth.

When pulling off she realizes how fucking gross his puke is, the smell, the appearance. She has to clean that off before he gets sober again.

He's just crying on the floor. She gets up, looks for a bathroom. Well. Guess she might as well change. Dream bubble logic lets her just, imagine it, focus hard like a dream and her clothes will be different. Or cleaner. She does just that. Steps out like nothing happened. Eridan's still crying on the ground. She picks him up in her arms, cradling his head. His body. "Shh. Shh. It's okay. I've got you. Don't cry."

They'd spend a couple days in that bar, just having Eridan drink his problems away. He started getting touchier with her. Grabbing onto her arm, hugging her, holding her hand. He'd get more flustered, too. She began to wonder if she knew what she was doing to him. If he remembered and didn't say anything about it.

Most days were quiet. She'd pour him a drink, he'd take it, then hold her hand for a bit across the counter. He looked so solemn, whenever he did that. He'd take it, press it to his lips, and tell her to carry on and she would until he was horrifically drunk.

He wasn't kidding. These machines are loaded with booze and don't seem to ever run out.

One day, when she was trying anal on the drunken Eridan, the door opened. She quickly pulled out, tucking her bulge away in her pants, adjusting her dress.

"Hey, anybody in there?" She recognized that obnoxious voice.

"Just me, Cronus."

She adjusted Eridan's pants, sure to cover her bite mark on his skin with his scarf. She wiped away lipstick that covered his skin.

She felt warm breath on her skin from above and saw Cronus leering down at her from over the counter.

"Doesn't look like just you."

"Fine. It's just me and your dancestor, what do you want?"

"Well I only came here for some booze but now I see something even better. I want in on whatever it is you two are doing."

"You're not welcome."

Eridan hiccups, crawling into Porrim's arms. "I luhh you…"

"Is he drunk?!" Cronus asked.

Porrim sighed. "Yes, Cronus. He is."

"Geez!" Cronus hit his forehead with his hand. "I need in on this. Come on. Share him with me."

Porrim scoffs. "Your own dancestor?! Really, Cronus?"

"Hey, sugar, I could give you the same words. Not like you and yours didn't ever get up to somethin."

"We didn't."

"Okay well. Some versions of you did but that's a story for a whole nother day dontchathink, baby girl?"

"Don't call me that."

Cronus shakes his head, hands on his hips. "Alright, seriously though, let me in on this. If you don't, I'll tell everyone what you've been up to."

"They won't believe you."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do. You're a total liar. Nobody listens to anything you say."

"Okay then I'll tell them you raped me, how's that?"

Porrim put her fingers to her temples.

"Just hand the kid over. Lemme have a spin with him." He gestures at her and Eridan. "C'mon."

Porrim's stomach sank.

"I'm not hearing any no's." He climbed over the table, and Porrim shoved at him.

"Whoa, hey! You're seriously protecting your toy from me? Seriously, Por, you're no better than me at all. Gettin some kid drunk out of his mind then having your way with him?"

"I know," she said, through grit teeth.

"Look," said Porrim. "I'll give you a blowjob if it'll make you go away."

"Hmm…"

Porrim narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Just say yes."

"HMMM!!"

"What is it?" She pressed her fingers to her temples. "What?!"

"Yeah okay. But I really wanna touch him too, can I please, can I pretty please, please!!!"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeeaseee!!"

Porrim slapped Cronus in the face, took off her underwear and let her bulge slip out. "Just suck it and be done with it."

"Can do, miss!"

Cronus got down on his knees, grabbed her bulge in one hand and wrapped his lips around the tip, lowering his head only a few inches before stopping then going back again.

"Is that seriously how much you can take?"

Cronus pulls her out of his mouth. "Por, is that sposed to be some kinda flirtation?"

"No. Just keep sucking."

"Hoo mama you don't need to tell me twice."

"You're right. I don't. I'm an idiot."

He tries going deeper this time. He's terrible at this. She can feel his fangs scrape her bulge. He can't fit it into himself very deep.

"Did you ever even practice?"

He pulls away. "Practice?"

"You know, like with a dildo."

"People do that?! That's so hot…" Cronus goes back to sucking on her, doing a miservale job.

It's so awful and unerotic she just pulls him away. "You are terrible at this."

"Oh wow, and whose fault is that?"

"Your's I guess, judging by what was just said."

"No. I think it's your's. Always ignoring me all the time. You went through quadrants with just about everyone else it seems. But not me! Not ole Cronus. And why is that you think?"

"Cronus-"

"Because you don't give a damn about me, that's why. And you aren't even subtle about it. But we can fix that."

He goes over to the sleeping Eridan, putting his hand down his pants. "All you gotta do is let me do this, and I'll be off your case. Promise."

"Stop it."

"No can do. You're going to watch as I defile your most prized possession. This is what you get."

"Oh my god." Porrim has her head in her hands.

"Yeahhh."

"Cronus, look. I'm sorry. I'm just not interested in you. You're handsome the problem is that you're impossible to deal with. And probably some kind of sociopath."

"Cut the crap." Cronus lowers his hand under Eridan's waistband. She watches as he starts to finger him, his arm making a slow repetitive motion, hand deep in his pants. "Mmm…. look at this naughty boy you've got here." He licks the side of Eridan's face. "Isn't he so dirty!!! Mmm. Yeah… sexy little bitch, isn't he such a sexy little bitch, Porrim?"

Porrim tries pulling Cronus away from Eridan, and he slaps her. "Make another move like that, I dare you." She rushes towards him again, and he grabs Eridan's scarf, and after a brief scuffle is able to hogtie Porrim, positions her so she's watching.

Eridan's eyes flutter open as Cronus pulls off his pants, sticks his fingers inside his nook again.

Porrim speaks, furrowing her brow. "Eridan, just look at me. I'm here-"

Her jaw drops when he tries kissing Cronus. The two of them make out right in front of her, with Cronus rapidly thrusting three fingers inside of Eridan.

"Stop!"

Cronus pulls away from the kiss. "Bet you're just jealous of me." Eridan wraps his arms around Cronus's neck.

"He loves me, Por."

Cronus turns to Eridan. "Okay buddy, let's give this rotten bitch what she deserves." He shoves a fourth finger inside Eridan, waiting till his bulge slips out. He guides Eridan to his knees, guides the boy's hand to his bulge, then Cronus grips his own.

"Now just stroke it." Cronus begins stroking his own cock, just over Porrim's face, Eridan does the same. Or attempts to. Cause he's drunk and all.

Cronus cums first, it hits Porrim in the face. "Open up. Catch it. Don't wanna make a mess of things here, now do we?" Porrim spits at Cronus, who ducks behind her precious toy. He swats Eridan's hand away from his bulge, stroking Eridan over her himself. He kisses Cronus again as he's jerked off. That cum hits her face next. Cronus pulls up her skirt, slapping her ass a couple times, then biting it, while the drunken Eridan clings to his arm like an idiot.

He shoves Eridan off of him, punching the kid in the face a couple times, then spits on him. Spits on Porrim. Slaps her ass again.

"Hey baby," he says to Eridan. "Can you tell Porrim you're done playing with her? Tell her I'm in charge now."

"Whuh??"

Cronus groans. Porrim struggles in her restraints.

"My point is, we're leaving."

"Cronus, what are you doing?"

"You can't undo it. I'm taking him from you."

"I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"

"Now you're begging me, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm having trouble undoing these restraints and I'd like out."

"Too fucking bad, see how I feel."

"It's a bit hard for me to do that when you just tied me up and raped my boyfriend as I watched."

"Raped him?! Come on Por. He was smiling and giggling the whole time. Initiated most of it."

"And he's drunk."

"So you doing this to him while he's drunk is better how, exactly?"

"Cronus, what even is this conversation?"

"I don't even know anymore..."

"Just let me have him back."

"You have plenty of other friends. What happened to Kankri…?"

"Another me decided to take care of him and she's nice so I let her."

"Oh. All you Porrim's are the same to me so I wouldn't know."

"Well obviously. We're all still me even if we lived different lives."

"Still you, huh? Still the same girl who does this?"

"Cronus, can you just stop? Can you just give him back?!"

"I like it when you beg like this," he says. He tips her chin up so she's looking straight at him. "Not often I have power over other people, you know. Have you heard what Aranea said about our lives on Alternia?"

"Yes…"

"Yeah… I think you'd make a pretty slave."

"Cronus, when I get out of these restraints-"

"Ooh? A threat? I'm so scared! Aaa! Someone protect me, the scary rainbow drinker bitch is gonna come after me even though we're both already fucking dead. Gimme me a break, Por."

He lets go of her head, and hoists Eridan up. He's not even strong enough to carry the thin boy over his shoulders, and has to drag him over the counter. That idiot doesn't even see the gate leading into it. Admittedly Porrim took a moment to find it, too. Still.

"Cronus! Cronus come back. Stop it!! Stop!!!"

He leaves Porrim there, begging and shouting.

It takes her a while to actually get out of his reatraints. But she does. She rubs at her arms and sits there, holding the boy's scarf that she was bound with. How Cronus even managed to tie her up with it so effectively was beyond her. Someone probably taught him how to do that, she guessed Kankri, who probably learned it from her. Ugh, she really needs to get him to stop talking to that guy. Especially now.

She opens the gate to the countertop, just wanting to find Cronus. He can't have gone that far.

Wandering around takes a while. She gets lost, confused, it seems the environment around her itself changes. Maybe that stroll she was taking earlier was a mistake. It's probably weeks until she sees the boy again. With Cronus.

Of course the first thing she sees is the two performing a sexual act. Anal sex, to be specific. This time, Eridan appears to be in great pain.

"Hey, Por," says Cronus. Eridan keeps his eyes on the ground.

"Seriously?" Porrim crosses her arms.

"What?" He rams himself into the boy.

"Good question."

Cronus hurries his thrusts, Eridan pants and moans.

"Are you okay?" She asks Eridan.

"Cro said for me not to talk to you."

"But I love you."

Eridan frowns, looking away. She cups his face.

"Hey, Por, back off."

"Shut up." She looks at Eridan. "Eridan…"

"I knew what you were doing to me while I was drunk."

She purses her lips.

"I stayed with you the same reason I'm with him."

"Why is that?"

He swallows. "Cause I'm a dirty…" his voice wavers. "Desperate… piece of rapebait." Cronus gives him another sharp thrust, fingers digging into his waist.

"No. Don't say that."

"Por I'm tryina-"

"Shut the fuck up," she says holding up her hand to Cronus, and returns her focus onto the boy. "Eridan…"

"It's true." He sobs. "I didn't know people liked me like this. It's a good thing."

"No…"

"Shut up… what the hell do you know? You're no better than him."

"Ah. Fuck…" says Cronus. He lets out a little noise.

"Finishing already?" Porrim asks.

"Shut up."

He pulls out of Eridan. The boy clings to him much like he did with her all that time ago.

"Eridan… I'm sorry." She turns to Cronus. "Not that I'm going to believe you at all if you answer me on this, but have you told anyone about what I did?" She asks Cronus.

"Nope. He didn't wanna say nothing either." He pinches Eridan's cheek. "He's a real lucky boy though. Do you know how many boys wish that they had done to em what you did to him?"

"Cronus, that is a horribly sexist, dehumanizing-"

"God. You're worse than Kankri. Shut the fuck up. I don't even care what you have to say. Just face it. We're both rapists. Nothing matters to either of us."

"That isn't true."

"The rape part is. But maybe you're right. Maybe you're still dumb enough to care about things."

"Like you don't." Porrim puts her hands on her hips.

"I tried. You and your stupid friends just aren't worth caring about anymore. I'm done with ya."

"You're just saying things to sound deep and make me feel bad for you. I'm not falling for this."

Eridan buries his face into Cronus's chest. "Cro, make her go away."

"Eridan-"

"You heard him. He doesn't want you around." Cronus strokes Eridan's hair. The boy flinches at the sudden contact. Seems to shudder.

Porrim guesses he's right. She is a hypocrite for caring after all that she herself did to the boy. Cronus is open about not caring, and Eridan eats that up somehow. It makes her feel even worse for him. She wants to do something but she can't and she's even more powerless knowing that she was complicit in his pain. But, there is one thing she can do…

"Cronus is doing WHAT with his dancestor?!" Aranea shouts.

"Yeah."

"That's horrible. But not exactly beyond him."

"Yeah…"

"Thanks for telling me."

Porrim gets up from Aranea's exposition stand and walks away. She doubts what she said will even do anything. She also knows no one will believe either of them about her role in all of this. Still, she just…

She ends up jerking off to it. She can't believe herself. She spent her whole life resenting her role, then came around to liking it, only to fumble everything completely.

The worst part is? She's turned on by the fact that people might never know the truth. She wants to do it again. She holds her face in her hands, bending forwards in the dark corner of the room she hides in while she performs this illicit act.

"Who even am I anymore?" She asks quietly. A question with no ears to fall on but her own.