[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

He holds her closer, having to use his elbow to make a strange gesture-

-a door made of glowing rectangular shapes materializing before the two of them.

CHARON: Consider it more than done. 
CHARON: Are you comfortable?


Yes
You have nice hands


CHARON: You think so?

 

He steps through, the entire atmosphere of the room changing. 


The sounds and smell of the beach washed over both of them, the dog's metal soles audible against the smooth stone floor.

...where are we?


This is




I don't know this


CHARON: My home away from home.


It's so strange
Are we outside?


CHARON: We're indoors actually...this is my castle against the endless sands and sea.


It's so new




But I trust you.


CHARON: Mm...

 

A few steps into the bedroom he'd chosen, familiar enough to visualize it easily. 

He places her down carefully on a large bed, soft enough that you could melt into it.

CHARON: No idea where the others are right now, but...they're probably lounging in another floor.


They can join us later
I want to be with all of you


CHARON: Think they'd like that.


You can have the first turn.

 

She looks almost serene now, all of the tension gone from earlier. 
Her legs splay lightly, a natural pose from her ragdoll-like posture- the dress looking even more lovely than before.

CHARON: Really do make the doll thing work..


Show me just how much.

 

He scoots onto the bed with her, immediately cuddling up and pressing himself against the doll.

CHARON: Adore that face... and the shape...

 

She's somehow even softer now, conforming to his form and touch.

I love the feeling of you holding me

 

His hand wanders, feeling around for a torso seam and sliding his finger against it.

A soft noise, almost as if from within the plush itself.

CHARON: Cute.


You're teasing me


CHARON: Mm... I can't deny the appeal of this form is strong on me.


I can tell.
Maybe I could be okay with it if it was with you.


CHARON: Could I perhaps just...

 

He presses his hand to her inner thigh, finding more seams there.

You can do more than that
Right now, I am yours


You don't have to be such a gentleman.


CHARON: Mm...

 

He reaches further, grabbing the clasp of her zipper.
It's just plain metal, but...

It feels more intimate than he'd ever expect.

 Go ahead
You've more than earned it

 

Charon takes a deep breath, starting to grab and feel up the whole zipped area- warming her up, and getting a sense of her new body.

It squishes nicely in his grip, the zipper providing a pleasant feeling against his hand amidst the nearly stress toy-like quality of the rest.

CHARON: Fan of this addition...

 

More vocalizations, muffled but clearly enjoying herself.

M-more, please-


CHARON: You can lay here all day, just be a doll and take time to rest and be held...


No more worries
Completely stolen away


CHARON: You don't seem to mind much.


Why would I?
It's with you


CHARON: You look good like this, could stare for weeks.

 

She lets out a soft noise at that-

This time almost word-like.

CHARON: Entire weekends just curled up together...
MAES: I...

 

Still too soft to make out.

He begins to unzip, heart racing.

CHARON: My doll to keep safe...
MAES: I...want-

 

Each word a struggle, her voice hard to raise.

MAES: I want you-
CHARON: Boss...
MAES: K...Kiss m-





 

[image description: Maes' and Charon's noses meet, only a moment away from locking lips.]

 

The sound of something hitting tile, shattering his concentration-






-and the image of the castle.





Maes' ceiling is exactly as he'd left it, staring up at it.

Flor's still fast asleep, having coiled around the dog overnight. 

CHARON: Boss?



 

An unintelligible sound-





-across the studio, in the bathroom.


The dog carefully slips out of the proxy's grip, Flor's embrace not helping how riled he already was.

CHARON: Boss, you over there?



 

The closer he gets-

MAES: Hh...hgh, Ch-



 

After hearing that kind of noise last night...
Unmistakable.