[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

Dinner was, as always- perfect.
Even with her lack of experience with cooked meals, Maes could tell that even just over the months they'd started this relationship, he had been improving more and more. Custom fitting the menu to her tastes, noting down her reactions in his head. He didn't even have to tell her he was doing it, she could taste it every time.

The rooks served her well, observing any details, any signs of discomfort and tending to them- massaging her, asking about her wounds, any pain, any worry.

It was so easy to relax into it, to feel her partners serve her.

To be watched in a way that mattered, one that was comfortable and warm. They expected nothing in return, her very presence all they could ask for. She wondered if this was definable as worship in some senses, to be tended to so carefully- but she also knew how she would define it.

It was safety.
The ability to trust, something she'd never had before.


...enough to allow herself extremes.

Utter indulgence.

After all-
They had done so much work for her, and even with a lack of expectations from her...
They deserved rewards, too.




Negotiations were quick- maybe too quick, but after enough of the casual touching, the flirting, everything, it was so easy to get caught up in it.







Maes digs her claws into the sheets, having to grit her teeth to keep from getting loud- the fiend between her legs doing everything he could to try to break that concentration.

MAES: Y-you've definitely been jealous of the others getting in first, haven't you?
CHARON: Mmhm...

His submissive nature is on full display, tail wagging in excitement and breath heavy with excitement, completely betraying the dog's calm knight persona. Any semblance of politeness or decorum was gone entirely, Charon's enthusiasm taking over any attempt at it.

MAES: You're going to have to keep up, though...going after all the Rooks tonight means I have-

A soft growl escapes her.

MAES: Precedents set for your performance.

Expectations on her terms, and no one else's. That growl is enough to get him to ramp things up, his fangs extending and grazing her.

Maes had already filled most of his mouth at this point, still raring to go despite the pile of proxies on the floor.

MAES: Y-you really- want to measure up, don't you?
CHARON: Mmhmm..

The dog latches onto her legs tight, trying to get the best stability he can.

Kettle makes a snarky little chirp, sitting on the heap of others who'd already taken their turns.


If he doesn't I'll go for round two.

MAES: C-careful, the bandages-

She grabs the back of his head, more warning him than any trying to cause any actual pain.

MAES: I'll handle keeping you in place...

He relaxes his approach, letting her lead him as she rhythmically works over his mouth.

There's another casual chirp from the proxy as she sneaks over to the pillows next to Maes and flops, her voice somewhat distorted after all of the slime still on her lips.


You're really not tired yet?

[id: maes, kettle, and charon on the bed together, charon's head deep between maes' legs as he sucks her off. kettle's watching eagerly, egging maes on to keep getting rougher. maes herself grabs his hair and pushes him in closer, teeth gritted and focused on the sensation of it.]

MAES:S-something about being here...

Kettle cackles at that, clearly ecstatic over how fast things are moving.

Why wouldn't she be? Maes feels the same, everything feeling more like a culmination versus rushing in too quick.

Already becoming a resident.

MAES: I-I mean, it's not like I have to worry about waking up on time...

You definitely won't have to if this one tries a bit harder.


Kettle lets out another quick chirp before reaching over and casually slapping Charon's ass, the dog immediately picking up speed as he whines.

MAES: You like that, don't you...I didn't know you were s-sensitive there...

The dog gives her an affirmative pat on her leg just below the bandages, confirming as much.

MAES: You want your ass messed with, Judgment?
MAES: You never mentioned that...
MAES: What other secrets is he hiding, Kettle?

The proxy claps her hands before replying with a gleeful shriek.


Pretty sure he likes being kicked and stepped on.

MAES: You want to be pushed to the ground and your face rubbed into the floor?
MAES: Shoes, socks, or nothing at all?

The dog makes a muffled noise at Kettle, only getting a smug little hiss in response.


Leggings let him lean into the whole workplace thing.
He likes pawpads too.

MAES: Workplace...
MAES: I knew you were hiding impure thoughts about the office.
MAES: Go on.

The dog pulls back to finally respond properly, taking a moment to breathe.

CHARON: Hh...
CHARON: W...we literally established ground rules day one, this isn't a shock.
MAES: Play into it.
MAES: I figure you like to be bullied.

She shoves her dick back in his mouth, Charon lightly biting on it in a playful defiance. The slime conforms, somewhere between slicing into gelatin and denting it.

MAES: Nn-

Instantly slammed into his mouth hard, hitting the back of his throat this time.

The dog takes the opportunity to play into Kettle's advice and feeling up the cat's leg- his breathing getting heavier even while playing careful around her dressings.

MAES: Y-you like that too, even all cut up?
MAES: You like thinking about these every day, even at work?
CHARON: Mm..
MAES: Dirty mind.

She wastes no time squeezing his head between them, locking him in place with a slight wince.

She knows she's pushing it.

MAES: Fit for a dirty knight.

But the sound of his voice keeps her testing the boundary, finding where her injured body draws the line.

Charon still does his best to feel her up, having to clumsily get any touch he possibly can out of his limited position. She can feel his mouth leaking out any excess dripping, unable to contain all of it.

MAES: Y-you love it when I fuck your mouth...it makes me wonder...

Even with the tight squeeze, Charon starts to really feel it out with his tongue, almost like... kissing.

MAES: Hh...that's it, get in there...

She matched his motions, the slime's tentacle-like nature becoming more and more obvious.


His whole body relaxes, blissed out and content, happy to serve his purpose in this moment.

MAES: You know, for being so patient, I think you deserve another reward.
CHARON: Mm?

Something brushes between his legs- a moment passing before he recognizes it as her tail.

He can't help but shiver at that, a diabolical smile spreading across Maes' face.

MAES: Did you do your research on karacels, Judgment?

It takes him a moment, a surprised noise sneaking out of him.

CHARON: ...mmhmm.
MAES: Kettle, can you assist me?
MAES: I'm sure feeling through pants would just feel like a tease...

The proxy doesn't miss a beat, getting the dog's pants down in no time.

MAES: That's a good rook...

She brushes up against him again, this time Charon directly feeling the velvety skin hidden within the tail tip graze him.


His legs shake, Maes able to feel him dripping from even the slight touch.

MAES: Good knights get rewarded, just like this.

Gently cupping him, almost hand-like in a mitten-esque way, able to investigate and rub him with far more finesse than one would expect looking at the tail's exterior.

MAES: You want to do a good job, don't you?

Charon makes a noise of agreement, barely intelligible through the mess in his mouth. It's different than grinding, Maes getting lost for a moment in how his shapes feel as she starts fully stroking him.

MAES: And you know, after using all of the rooks' mouths...I'm realizing my back hurts less.
MAES: The tenseness is gone...

Shoving down his throat, just enough room for him to still breathe.

MAES: So I have a proposition.
MAES: You're to be on demand.
CHARON: Mm?
MAES: If I need pain relief, your mouth is mine.
CHARON: Hmm...

Charon plays up thinking on it, only to get a hard squeeze as punishment for his teasing- especially working over the tip, He pushes directly into it, spreading the mess inside her tail almost desperately.

MAES: That's it, you just need something to screw, don't you?
MAES: Starved for it...

A resigned noise between her legs.

MAES: I'm guessing your hand just isn't enough with how pent up you've been.

Kettle leans onto the cat's shoulder with a little chitter.


He's just too polite to ask.

MAES: What would he ask for, then?
MAES: Spill his secrets.

A whisper in her ear.


He loves it when you play mean.

MAES: Is that so.
MAES: So, if I were to...

She grabs his hair and pulled, only to shove deep into his throat.

That gets a noise out of him immediately, followed by an audible gag.

MAES: You like that?
MAES: Making you choke on it?
CHARON: Mmm-mhm...!

Another little whisper.


He wishes you'd do this to him at work some days.

MAES: Dirty.

She squeezes him hard with her tail, not giving him a moment's notice.

MAES: Y-you want me to go this deep?
MAES: Screwing your throat in the back room?
MAES: You wouldn't be able to pull away easily...

The proxy nips at the cat's ear, her own heavy breath betraying that even now, the rooks all shared Charon's sensations between them.

MAES: J-jealous, Kettle?
MAES: I thought you got your turn....

She returns the nip, the proxy's mouth tantalizingly close to hers. Kettle attempts to press muzzles, her own turn to whine. Maes doesn't pull away, a soft laugh escaping her.

[id: kettle leaning in, her muzzle very close to maes' cheek . maes braces for impact, clearly amused and having a wonderful time of it.]

MAES: Dangerously close to kissing, Kettle...

A little playful bump of noses.

MAES: You're going to make Judgment jealous.
MAES: ...unless...he'd like that...

The ghost lets out a tiny noise of confirmation, followed by another whine.

MAES: And I do trust you...

The proxy cups the cat's face and chitters.


If you've been thinking about kissing him, you better give me one too.

MAES: ...okay.

She takes a deep breath.

MAES: ...you promise you won't judge?
CHARON: Mm...

She moves in for a kiss-




-complete with full tongue.

The proxy is surprisingly slow and careful, perhaps more than just her involved in the process. Maes was far more sloppy, almost like she didn't know how to match that.

The ghost notices and takes lead, helping her navigate. Her hands latches on carefully to the cat's own, small quirks in her motions cycling between those of the others.

Broth's nervous touches, Mar's passionate embrace, Kettle's playful tickling, Flor's careful examination...

Charon's loyal squeeze, reassuring her that none of them were going anywhere.


A truly collaborative effort.

MAES: Hhah...

She slowly eases into her partners' pace, learning to be more gentle in real time.

There's a distinct bite on the tongue that's Charon's. Flor's specific coiling of fingers around hers, finding the right spots to touch.

MAES: M-mm...

She's having difficulty getting words out, practically melting into the touch.

The ghost feels along her neck and shoulders, all the way down her back.


In this realm we all exist at the same time.. complete.

MAES: M-more...

Kettle leans against her and into the kiss, running her hands over any sore spot she had told Charon about.


Judgment out there is all of us in harmony.. in here I'm all of them. Pieces, masks, characters..

MAES: I w-want it... I-

A little whine, her voice dazed from all the stimulation.


Kettle hasn't tired out because right now.. I think I'm her the most.


She tries to climb on top, Maes pushing her gently down-

MAES: ...you're going to want to get Judgment out of there first.
MAES: He's- hang on-

She manages to pull out of his throat, leaving him gasping and hacking up what remained after swallowing. He flops over on his side, taking a moment to rest and recover.


I don't know which one of us is more real right now but...

MAES:  I just want you all...

Boss...

MAES: I...I think I'm ready.

Mm?


She brushes her hips against the ghost's, making a little wince as her thighs make contact.

MAES: ...though that may be a problem.