[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

Winning this bet...
It has to be something good. Something really fun, and-
I want to make her feel good, too.
I don't want this to just be for me.

Your mind wracks your options, sifting through the memories you've made with Cross.

I really liked the...biting stuff, but I think I...want to go slow with that.
It's exhilarating, but, maybe not today...
Stuff with her projected form would be good. She likes that, especially since becoming a monster in that form.
So that's something...
But...I need more than just that. Like, I could sit around and pat her or whatever, but I gotta step it up a bit more than that.

Then-

It hits you.

POLKA DOT: Hey, Cross.
 

You grin, remembering the incredible look on her face that first night you spent together, eyes locked on yours as she ate out of your palm.

POLKA DOT: I think I've got an idea.
 

Your partner straightens up with an excited beep.

CROSSBONE: Tell me!
POLKA DOT: Mmm, I think we can talk it over after a quick detour.
CROSSBONE: Oh? We're already pretty much home-
POLKA DOT: Yeah, but...
POLKA DOT: Even after that big dinner, I think I could go for one more bite.
 

He chain tail rattles, the virtual pet picking up on your meaning-

-but is she unsure? She must be wondering what my exact implication is...hehehe.

POLKA DOT: Cmon, it's just two blocks away.
 

You extend your wing for her to take, Cross taking it with a nervous pixel shuffle on her screen.

Got her.

She knows where you're going, for sure. You'd been there once or twice before- stepping out of Laurie's for a fifteen minute detour to your day, picking up something both alone or with either Cross or Tim. It was a good place, and a solid option when the cafe at Laurie's was closed.

POLKA DOT: Do you know what you're getting yet?
CROSSBONE: T-that depends-
CROSSBONE: It's your bet, right?
CROSSBONE: So...maybe you should pick.
 

You smirk.

POLKA DOT: You want to leave that up to me?
CROSSBONE: ...yes.
POLKA DOT: Okay, but you gotta stop me if I pick too much.
CROSSBONE: It won't be!
CROSSBONE: It-
CROSSBONE: It won't be too much.
 

She's blushing now, pixel character covering its face with its little orb hands.

Cute...

She manages to regather her cool as you step inside the patisserie, the glass case full of all kinds of goodies. You can tell exactly where her little one-pixel-wide eyes go, though...

The worker at the register smiles at you- a geometric toy that seems to rotate and spin cube-like pieces as it talks.

????: Evening!
????: What can I get you two?
POLKA DOT: I'm thinking...is it possible to get a slice of-
 

You point to a strawberry shortcake, Cross gripping your hand just enough to be felt.

POLKA DOT: -this one right here?
POLKA DOT: It's my girlfriend's favorite.
 

She elbows you subtly, and you have to keep yourself from grinning.

????: Coming right up!
 

The two of you watch as the miniature is cut free, a thick, fruit-stuffed slice resembling the same dessert you had gotten on that first date.

She shouldn't have told me where to get this, heh...

Cross is quiet aside from a quick "thank you!" to the cashier, but when the two of you get outside, she bursts out laughing.

CROSSBONE: Oh, my god, you are terrible.
POLKA DOT: It's called building the mood.
POLKA DOT: I've been doing research!
CROSSBONE: W-well! It's-
CROSSBONE: It was funny.
CROSSBONE: And it is my favorite.
POLKA DOT: I thought so.
CROSSBONE: S-so....
POLKA DOT: Ah ah ah!
POLKA DOT: You get to hear about what we do when we get home.
POLKA DOT: Not on the way.
 

Cross nods, sending a little pixel smile your way.

She swings her tail from side to side as the two of you walk home, clearly excited over what's to come.

She's probably running the times we've tried this through her head right now...thinking it over...

You have to admit, the anticipation's killing you, too. So much that as soon as you get up the stairs and into Cross's apartment, you nearly jump a foot as Cross lets out an excited, expectant beep.

CROSSBONE: O-okay! We're home!
CROSSBONE: You said-
POLKA DOT: Wow, you're really eager.
CROSSBONE: I!
CROSSBONE: You built this up!
POLKA DOT: Hehehe...
 

You set your stuff down, still carrying the miniature in a little plastic bag as you sit on the couch. Crossbone speedwalks after you, keychain tail thumping against the ground at this point.

She can barely contain herself!

POLKA DOT: Alright, uh-
POLKA DOT: I want your projected form for-
 

You blink as she immediately projects, looming over you as a hungry, expectant monster.

 

...oh.

You forgot about the size difference.

With more than a little blush coming to your face, you take out the cake slice and waggle it at her.

POLKA DOT: On your knees.
 

She follows instructions perfectly, her face now coming up to your chest.

Jeez, she's still huge...

POLKA DOT: Good girl.
POLKA DOT: You sure you're good for a big ol' slice after your ramen bowl?
CROSSBONE: Mmmmhm!
CROSSBONE: I'll tell you if I need to stop, ok?
POLKA DOT: Nothing wrong with leftovers.
POLKA DOT: But for now...
 

The look on her skull face is perfect as you get ready to give her the first piece.

POLKA DOT: We're gonna make you big and strong for your trip.



 

In her arms, you dream.




Of what?