[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

[image description: An abstracted, surrealist portrayal of Maes, Charon, and Mar. The three are interpreted in loose shapes, silhouette, minimal colors, and angular edges against curves. Maes sits above the other too, posture smug and dominant over the others performing indulgent acts for her.]

MAR: And the pose?
CHARON: Dangerous game.
MAES: Go ahead.

 

The dog takes a moment to figure out something to start with.

CHARON: I want... something dominant.
CHARON: Sitting down, legs crossed, serious.
CHARON: And you, Mar?
MAR: Take turns for now but...
MAR: I do have something admittedly to propose.
MAR: We are of shared existence.
MAR: If I were to.. it'd be nice to think of you while.. well..
MAES: Oh, the offer was for both of you.
MAES: Don't think I don't have my interest for you.
MAR: Well yes, my point is-
CHARON: Mar is proposing we help each other get off in front of you.
MAES: AH
MAES: Hm.

 

Some blush tints her cheeks, a flustered clearing of her throat indicating just how she feels about that.

MAES: ...I would enjoy that.

 

The proxy rattles a little at that.

MAR: Honestly then, I'd likely ask for something similarly dominant, my turn come.
MAR: Its a look I think of often on you.

 

Maes shuffles into a new position, crossing her legs at an angle that gives them both a good view of her thighs and pushing her chest out in a way that accentuates her curves.

MAES: How's this, for Judgment's request?
CHARON: Very good...

 

The dog's tail snitches on him immediately, plates rattling.

A smug smile.

MAES: Any rules of your own before we begin?
CHARON: Doesn't seem complicated enough to need much from me.
CHARON: I get to look at you, perfect gig.
MAES: Then we begin.
MAES: The safeword is nucleus.
MAES: Go.

 

There's a immediate crackling, followed by a noise from Charon.

CHARON: W-watch the teeth there, those things are shrapnel....

 

The proxy gives a noise of acknowledgment, her mouth clearly full.

More blush, the karacel having to keep herself from making a noise of her own.

MAES: My own teeth are far sharper than shrapnel, I'd imagine...you two could technically consider it practice, if you like.
CHARON: M-my kind has a durability that'd make your teeth safer.
CHARON: Magic metal chunks are quite different.
MAES: Mm...I can't say I expected my new subs would find a way to please me like this.
MAES: There's a certain thrill to it...
CHARON: I can tell you've wanted something like this for awhile.
MAES: Mm...
MAES: It's scratching some itches.
MAES: Now...tell me about the meal, and what you thought during it.
CHARON: Like I said, I was honestly more distracted by the thought of you enjoying it than anything else..
MAES: And thinking back about it now?
CHARON: The fact that this was your first time with that.. and that you really did like it.
CHARON: Guess I missed the point but.. at least Mar didn't.

 

The proxy made a embarrassed sound at that, nearly choking.

MAES: Is that so?
CHARON: Mmhmm, we share a common pool of thought.
CHARON: I know she absolutely lingered on that for awhile.
MAES: You're both my subs, now, as well...would it be fun for you both to reveal secrets for each other?
MAES: Sort of a thrill in and of itself...
CHARON: I'm having fun, Mar?
CHARON: You can speak up.

 

The proxy makes a muffled, indecisive "mmph."

CHARON: Yes, but she's shy.
MAES: Then you'll have to be bold on her behalf.
MAES: Spill.
CHARON: She wants her face between your legs.

 

Immediately metal rattling fills the room.

MAES: She'll have to earn that...
MAES: But I'm guessing she wants it badly enough to work for it.
CHARON: We're knights, it will be earned.
MAES: Such a bold fantasy for someone so reserved-feeling, too...
MAES: You certainly played up Judgment as being the dirty one, Mar.
MAES: Scolding him for being bold, when you're the one wanting so much...
MAES: You should be more honest with yourself- no, I'm demanding it.

 

The pace picks up, the proxy's flustered trembling even more audible now.

CHARON: The jokes on you, we're all the dirty one.
MAES: Every one of them?
MAES: And all willing to be mine?
CHARON: We share the same braincell for a good dom.
MAES: Good.
MAES: I'm very spoiled, then.

 

She shifts, giving them both a little more look at their inner thigh.

CHARON: ...You're all slime inside, right?

 

There's the slightest, most subtle shift in his voice.

MAES: Entirely.
MAES: Not a single organ inside.
CHARON: Have to wonder what it'd be like...
MAES: You could mean a number of things there.
CHARON: I'd like to see your interpretation..
MAES: To touch it, be made of it...or maybe you just want to feel it.
MAES: My question is- through a screw, or through a meal?
CHARON: All off the above.
MAES: Tell you what, then.
MAES: Mar, get him off and reverse positions.
MAES: Consider this your first test passed, and when you're done, I'll allow you both to touch my body while we listen to a book together.
MAES: How much, we will see.
MAES: Is that appealing?

 

There's a sudden sharp breath from the dog followed by a proper racket of repositioning, metal clanking against metal.

The proxy, still in the middle of wiping off her mouth, nods.

MAR: I'd like that.