[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

ROSCA: Mmhmm!

 

Her body falls limp-

-the cloak loosely coiling itself around Maes, the husk's true puppet master revealed. It's soft, light, conforming around her easily...the karacel's breath catching at the touch.

ROSCA: You didn't really think a proxy would just be a slightly off model karacel, would you?
MAES: Well...its not like I'm _that_ researched.
ROSCA: Mmm... well then, I have to state that while it can actually happen but it's quite unlikely.

 

The cloak presses up to her mouth, imitating a nuzzle. It's well kept, smelling freshly washed yet feeling pleasantly worn in.

MAES: I can't say I've ever done this before...
MAES: ....well...
MAES: S.....sort of...
ROSCA: Sort of?

 

There's a smug shift in Rosca's voice, Maes getting more and more flustered by the second.

Caught in another one of her secret interests.

MAES: ...it's...I haven't told anyone...
ROSCA: I can keep a secret.. and the others will too, right?

 

Flor shrugs.

FLOR: I mean, who would we tell?
MAES: It's...
MAES: ....
 

This is-

difficult.

Admitting to a heavy interest in cannibalism, domination, that's one thing. 
That felt practically normal compared to this. 

She buries her face in Rosca's fabric, whispering almost inaudibly.

MAES: T-the closest I ever got, with- helping myself.
MAES: Was- 
MAES: hgh.
MAES: ...this is a lot for me. 
MAES: Sorry.
ROSCA: ...Can you show me.. please?
MAES: Hhh...

 

She hugs Rosca close to her chest, rubbing the blunt side of her claws into her fabric. It's linen, weathered and soft-

-not quite the same as what she'd been used to, but...

MAES: I'll...I'll try. 
MAES: It's been a long time...
ROSCA: I trust you to treat me well..

 

She nods, slowly moving her hand down lower. She's shaking as she wraps the cloak around her dick, looking deeply embarrassed.
Surely she has to-
Rosca is the cloak, so maybe it's-
No, she has to commit. This is one of her partners now, and any shyness about her interests takes second priority to enjoying Rosca's attention.

MAES: This okay...?
ROSCA: Mmhmm... slime?
MAES: I guess you wouldn't have known, actually...
MAES: Y-yes, I'm- slime all the way through. 
MAES: No organs, bones...
ROSCA: It feels nice..

 

The proxy feels around with a fabric edge, moving the husk's hand closer.

ROSCA: Just in case.
MAES: I-in case of?

 

She gives herself a small rub to start, having to cover her mouth to hide her expression.

ROSCA: In case you need an extra something to use..
MAES: I shouldn't be too rough today...

 

[id: maes' limbs and torso covered and hugged by a thin fabric, showing off her curves as she rubs a hand between her legs. she's starting to get really excited about it, showing her teeth and unable to keep from shyly smiling.]

 

Rosca wraps herself around Maes' body, finding just the right spots to squeeze and feel. She's careful as she brushes some of the fabric against the karacel's bandaged legs, avoiding being hard enough to hurt.

ROSCA: Going to take care of you.
MAES: All of you insist on it...

 

Maes gets a good grip going, a little more bold. Pretending she isn't enjoying this is no longer an option, less and less restraint with each feel.

MAES: I u-used to experiment like this, when- when I was figuring things out...
ROSCA: Well this is a field test, one you're prepped well for, yes?
MAES: I mean-
MAES: It's-
MAES: ...yes. 
MAES: I've slowed down in recent years, but-

 

She moves the fabric up and down, letting it conform around herself.  It'd been such a long time, but the movements are still familiar, even if the material moves and hugs her differently.

MAES: Hgh-
ROSCA: It's better when the blanket tells you how nice the texture is, right?

 

The cloak's voice lowers to a whisper.

ROSCA: Maybe I'll give it a lick, I know Flor's so jealous that they're the only one who can't...
MAES: Please...

 

The cloak presses against it, loosely mimicking the form of a mouth.

MAES: J-just like that...
ROSCA: Mmhmm!
MAES: U-used to fantasize about this-

 

More blush, trying to just let the words burst out.

MAES: H-having one of my blankets or pillows come to life-
MAES: hrgh-

 

Rosca lets the cat enjoy, working her over.
Beautiful relief, feeling more like being massaged and soothed than the rough frenzy of the night before. 
Maes could simply melt away, her whole body losing shape outside of Rosca's grip-

ROSCA: Can I say something odd?
MAES: O-of course.
ROSCA: Does make me wish I could be your proxy, imagine if you felt lonely in the middle of the night..
MAES: M...maybe I'll make a habit when I'm here-
ROSCA: Please. 
ROSCA: Maybe next time we can coordinate a double team.
ROSCA: May still even be time... 
FLOR: I'll wait my turn. 
FLOR: Plus, Broth might just turn into Kettle in the middle of it or something.
MAES: Two of you-
MAES: Competing for me, no doubt.

 

She can't help but thrust into Rosca's touch, held back from moving too hard and hurting herself.

MAES: H- the fact that you're all indulging this at all-
ROSCA: Is it so surprising? 
ROSCA: You're smart, wonderful to be around, quite the looker in general...
MAES: And yet, no one- no one has allowed me this before you all-
ROSCA: Nobody must have been confident enough.
MAES: It's-
MAES: No one else I've- none of them would have considered anything like this-
MAES: They just see a woman, a-

 

It's hard to get the word out, pain and dysphoria coming through clear as day.

MAES: -a girl, and consider it conquest-
MAES: You're letting me go this far, to- to be so open and attentive to me-
ROSCA: Why wouldn't we?
MAES: ...I've never had it before. 
MAES: How would I know?
ROSCA: We're all.. very unusual. 
ROSCA: You've been very good to us despite that.
MAES: Think I'm adjusting well enough...
ROSCA: Don't say that just yet..
MAES: O-oh?
ROSCA: I come with.. options.