[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

MAES: A-!

 

Maes jumps a little bit, jolting up against him in the process.
Charon pats her on the shoulder, trying his best to hold back a comment at the impromptu grinding.  Another little squeak from the proxy.

CHARON: She says hi back.
MAES: ...I-it's a surprise, but...I did say I would give you time later...

 

Kettle makes a electrical hymn, followed shortly by rolling over the couch seat and shoving her head in between the two of them.

MAES: ...you want a turn?

 

A rather to the point squeak.

CHARON: That would be a-
MAES: Well...you'll have to forgive me, Kettle...
MAES: I'm rather shy when it comes to skin-on-skin...

 

She makes a soft, yet devious face at the proxy.

MAES: You'll have to warm me up.

 

A little whine from the ghost.

MAES: That just means you'll have to put some emphasis into it, right?

 

She reaches out for Kettle's hand.
The proxy immediately snuggles up close.

CHARON: Attached so quickly...
MAES: You've only just met me...

 

Maes finds herself melting into the cuddle easily, falling to the side of the couch and resting with Kettle on top.

A little affectionate hum escaped the proxy, inquisitive and curious- Maes something new to figure out.

MAES: I'm just as new to this as you...

 

The ghost nuzzles her cheek.

MAES: Mm-m...

 

Maes returns it, clearly more than a little shy.

CHARON: Making me jealous...

 

A little hiss, irritated over her operator's clear greed.

MAES: Now, don't fight over me...
MAES: Or, maybe...

 

The proxy's gaze locks with the dog's eyes.

CHARON: Don't encourage it-

 

A harsh squeak comes out, outright territorial now.

MAES: Well, I can't say I'd be opposed to a little competition between my subs. 
MAES: It could be fun....
CHARON: We'd need a ref-

 

Kettle makes a little honk.

CHARON: I suppose Smith could judge an outright brawl, but..

 

A sassy noise.

CHARON: If you knock me out, you'll pass out too...
MAES: Not quite what I had in mind...
MAES: Surely the two of you could find something more...demonstrative.
MAES: More on topic than a cage match.
CHARON: What do you propose?
MAES: ...admittedly, I didn't exactly have a game prepped, especially not one so potentially hands on. 
MAES: Hm.
MAES: And I wouldn't want either of you to feel disappointed, per se...
MAES: ....Would it be safe to say that you all have different tastes and specialties?
CHARON: Overlap in a number of places but otherwise yes.
MAES: Well, I'm not all that acquainted yet. 
MAES: Maybe less a "who's better" sort of competition, but...
MAES: I'd like to test where your tastes lie. 
MAES: After all, if I'm to  be served by a collection of subs, I'd like to know what to cater to...
CHARON: Who's to say it's all subs?
MAES: That'd be new information for me.
CHARON: Kettle? 
CHARON: What's your take-

 

A electrical cackle.

CHARON: She says she can top.

 

Maes immediately gets flustered, coughing to herself.

MAES: W-well, that'd be- 
MAES: Hm. 
MAES: I can't say I  have the best experiences with submitting myself, but-
CHARON: We can always save it for a easier day.
MAES: ...yeah. 
MAES: I...would like to, though.
MAES: ..but for now...
MAES: I propose a showcase. 
MAES: You may take turns showing me what you would enjoy doing to serve me, so that I may gauge your specialties.

 

A synthetic snickering.

CHARON: I will go first, actually.. 
CHARON: Boss? 
CHARON: Brace yourself.
MAES: ...I've got the safeword. 
MAES: Go ahead.

 

He dives to press his muzzle down low, sliding a hand under the leggings to start removing them.

MAES: H-!

 

Maes immediately jolts away at first, covering her mouth. From the feel of it, there's more scar tissue underneath her underwear- a lot of it.

MAES: S...sorry. 
MAES: Keep going...
CHARON: Mm, I-

 

Kettle makes a pitchy noise.

CHARON: Kettle, if you ask me to go first, I'm playing the big cards right away.. 
CHARON: Now then...
 

 

He lowers her underwear just enough to press his mouth against her. 

He immediately gets a taste- the exact same fluid as her blood, more notably thick and slime-like. Maes has to clamp her hand down harder, not so subtle about how it feels.

There's a little noise, almost like a ping, immediately audible to the karacel-

A warm disk-like object presses against her torso.

MAES: W- 
MAES: What is that-?
CHARON: What's w-what?

 

She reaches up to stroke the disk.
The dog shivers in response.

CHARON: I didn't think that'd set it off...
MAES: Wh- that doesn't explain anything.
CHARON: Halo, it's a halo... like.. a few species have them.
MAES: ...oh.
MAES: ........is that a fiend thing? 
MAES: I didn't see anything about that.
CHARON: It's not...
MAES: ...

 

She simply rubs the side, getting a bit more enthusiastic.

CHARON: M-mm, taking a liking to it then.
MAES: Mhm. 
MAES: Gives me something to mess with.
CHARON: Go for it.

 

He goes back in, pushing his tongue further than before.

MAES: HRrg-

 

Maes, her mouth no longer covered, lets out an affectionate growl that quickly escalates into a proper snarl.

The halo becomes warm to the touch, Maes gripping it tighter and massaging into it with her claws.


MAES: Y-you like that a lot, don't you-


He lets out a heavy breath before picking up the pace, Kettle inleaning close to watch.

Maes can't help but twitch and shake, unsure what to do with herself.

MAES: H..hah...J-judgment, that's-

 

Charon's teeth graze her, taking a risk in trying to find just the right point to nip.

MAES: Sshit-!

 

A bit of slime gushes into his mouth, the dog taking it all in before-

A harsh squeak, Kettle shoves Charon to the side.

CHARON: W-wait I'm not done-!

 

The proxy immediately positions herself to take Charon's spot.

Maes, still hanging onto Charon's halo, lunges forward and bites it seemingly on instinct.

CHARON: B-boss!

 

The halo makes a buzzing at that, vibrating in her teeth before she unclenches.

MAES: H- are y-you okay?
CHARON: M-mm, never had someone try to bite into that before....
MAES: It- sorry, j-just, startle reaction-
CHARON: Understood- Kettle?
 

 

The proxy goes down.

MAES: M-mm...let's see your technique, then...

 

Kettle doesn't hesitate, shoving a tongue feeling far longer than it should be inside. Maes barely manages to grab for Charon's halo again-

-only for her grip to tighten as Kettle finds something.

MAES: O-oh-

 

Kettle gets a wicked look on her face as her tongue manages to wrap around a solid mass, hiding away inside.

MAES: A-a- what are you-?

 

There's a motion as if snagging a limb, followed by a tug.

Kettle lets out an inquisitive squeak, followed by Maes shoving her head in closer- a clear message to follow through.

Maes' eyes widen, unable to stop a proper tendril from pushing into Kettle's mouth- still not visible to Charon, however.

Kettle wastes no time in getting acquainted, working her partner over with a smug expression. Maes bites down onto the halo again, gnawing at it and struggling to stay quiet.

CHARON: T-that good?
MAES: MMm-!
MAES: Y-yes, it's-

 

Drooling and shaking hard, tendril filling Kettle's mouth now.

The proxy only picks up pace, the only thing keeping Maes from outright moving with her being the clear shyness around Charon noticing.

MAES: A- 
MAES: I-
MAES: K-kettle-!

 

Even with her apparent nerves, Maes reaches out for Charon, feeling for his hand.

He latches immediately.

CHARON: G-got you..

 

She gives it a tight squeeze, looking almost overwhelmed from the sensation.

MAES: Hh...think I'm c-close-

 

The proxy grabs her thighs hard, all Maes needs as encouragement.

Slime gushes down Kettle's throat, Maes' tail thumping hard against the ground and squeezing Charon's hand hard enough to make the metal creak.

Kettle swallows every last drop down, little noises on occasion.

Maes can't even get words out anymore, slumping against the couch and trying to catch her breath.

CHARON: H-hey, are you oka-
MAES: M...mhm...

 

Kettle grabs Charon and pulls him back onto the couch, positioning the two of them around Maes.

The cat immediately melts into their touch, looking dazed.

MAES: Hh...g-good...
CHARON: Think so?

 

A slight nod, head rolling onto Charon's shoulder.
He immediately gets cuddly, Kettle flopping close like a blanket.

MAES: M..mm...
MAES: N...need a second.
MAES: New...experiences and all.

 

She settles into a purr, her body soft, squishy, and almost flattened. No matter what had happened between her and Kettle being a mystery, Charon can't help but pet her shoulder and soak in the moment.

CHARON: You were wonderful yourself..
MAES: I...d-do you need help, after that...?

 

She barely looks functional.

CHARON: Maybe just a rest... Kettle?

 

The proxy, equally conked out, barely gives a response.

MAES: ...I don't have anything in your size, but-
MAES: There's...

 

She gives a soft smile.

MAES: A pretty big bathrobe, in my closet. 
MAES: If y-you wanted to stay...
CHARON: In just a moment, feel nice right now...
MAES: Mm...m...
MAES: ...did I do well-?
CHARON: Perfect..
Maes' expression is soft, loving.
MAES: ...t-that was another first.

 

A little nuzzle.

CHARON: Looking forward to more in the future?
MAES: Yes...from both of you.




MAES: All of you.


























????: ....you're up early.

 

Rows upon rows of glass-shard teeth shift into an inscrutable expression, somewhere between a grin and a look of pure irritation.

????: Would'a thought doing whatever you do at night tuckered you out. 
????: Need me to toss more fodder at you, Matty?
????: Running low?
 

 

The irritation breaks, the mass of twisted, rotting meat caught up in a horrible, multilayered cackle at her own joke. 


The dog in front of her only smiles, mismatched hands behind his back.

MATTHIAS: No, mistress.
MATTHIAS: I've got some great news.
????: Last time you said that, was barely worth rolling over for, let alone growing some legs to get up and see it.
????: This gonna be one of your attempts to serenade me?
MATTHIAS: That won't be necessary. 
????: Bold! Bold, this one's got balls!

 

A head forms out of the mass, canine and dripping with viscera-

-leaning in to meet his eye level.

????: Knowing you, you'd just want 'em ripped off anyway.
MATTHIAS: Only by you.
????: Nasty boy. 
????: Show me what you got and we'll see about that castration.

 

Matthias extends his right arm, the fur a completely different texture than the rest of him-





-and a manilla envelope in his hand.

????: Fuck's sake, don't make me open it. 
MATTHIAS: Y-yes, hang on-
????: Your theatrics are shit.

 

He starts to fumble, but manages to fish out a document and a developed photo.

MATTHIAS: THIS-
MATTHIAS: Is the newest report from our Menagerie scout.
????: Thought I told you not to bother.
????: Bored of it. 
MATTHIAS: Not this time.
MATTHIAS: There's a new employee.

 

She gives him a blank, annoyed stare-

MATTHIAS: Specially contracted.

 

-up until the photo is handed over.

????: .....

 

She looks back up at him, and back up at the photo.

????: Gimme your arm.

 

Matthias fidgets, but follows immediately.

Her eyes flick from the patchwork flesh to the photo, squinting hard.

????: We got an identity match?
MATTHIAS: Moron signed the papers with his real name and everything and a proper record back to his guild activity.
????: You're kidding.
MATTHIAS: Guess that bloodline of mutts still has an ego problem.

 

She huffs, and then barks out a laugh, enough to shake the room. Smoke spills out of the corners of her mouth, Matthias savoring the burn of it in his lungs.

????: ....forget the neutering, Matty.
????: You just earned yourself a hell of a gig. 
????: Demon duty. Done. You did it.

 

His tail starts wagging before he can stop it, only for the flesh pile to extend an arm out lightning fast and yank him by it and throw him to the ground.  

He doesn't even flinch, chest clenching from the sheer euphoria. Finally. //Finally//.

????: And you know who we don't tell about this, right?

 

He snaps out of it, pulling himself into a kneeling position.

MATTHIAS: Y-yes! Yeah. No question. 
????: Great. Perfect. 
????: Last thing we need is a little sibling rivalry getting in the way. 
????: ....

 

She takes the photo in her own glass claws, scratching the corner of Charon's cheek.

????: Get in touch with our contact.
????: Figure out what he's really doing there.
????: I want to know everything.