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As soon as they stepped in the door, they immediately embraced each other, as they always did when both or either of them got home. It was a silly little habit ENA insisted on, that Moony now could not imagine coming home without hugging her girlfriend. The two of them swayed to music that wasn’t there, standing otherwise quietly in each other’s embrace.

After a few moments, ENA initiated a release, stroking Moony’s cheek before she stepped back.

“What do you want for dinner?” she asked, almost waltzing to the couch. She plopped down on it, causing the cheap, stiff frame to creak. Moony joined her, albeit much more gingerly.

“I can’t really decide” she sighed. ENA smirked, snuggling up against Moony while she scrolled through her phone. She was warmer than usual.

Moony snuggled up to ENA, feeling unusually needy. ENA ran her fingers through the long parts of Moony’s hair and rubbed circles on the shorter parts. The sensation was almost too much for her, arousal heightening her senses. ENA seemed completely unaware of the effects her idle stimming had on Moony.

After what seemed like hours ENA finally put her phone down and turned all her attention to Moony.

“We have a little bit of time, how are you feeling?” She asked, cockiness wrapped around her words. Her arm snaked around Moony’s, hand settling on her stomach.

“Good” Moony said, her brain short-circuiting too much for further words. ENA giggled, pleased with herself.

“Can I move my hand lower?” she asked, still rubbing gentle circles on Moony’s stomach.

“Please” Moony begged breathily. ENA slid her hand underneath Moony’s waistband, her hand curling around the girl’s cock. Moony moaned, covering her face that was quickly flushing pink.

“Let me grab some lube my dear” ENA kissed Moony softly on the cheek, withdrawing her hand from her pants. Moony was left, flushed and chest heaving on the couch while ENA retreated into the bedroom. Her dick was so sensitive, just feeling it brush up against her pants was unbearable. Hastily, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down around her ankles to get some relief.

“Oh, that eager?” ENA asked, her face flashing black and white, and a pink iris fixed intensely on Moony for a moment. Moony felt tongue tied.

“It’s so sensitive,” she whined. If Moony were any less aroused she would be kicking herself internally for being so needy. She would be calling herself pathetic and weak, but her own internal dialogue was completely drowned out by her visceral need for ENA to touch her. ENA hummed softly and walked over to Moony, kneeling down next to her, brushing her finger up and down Moony’s exposed thigh. .

“Do you want me to ride you?” ENA offered.

“Fuck- please” Moony gasped, squirming around a bit. ENA’s fingers hooked in her belt loops and pulled her pants all the way down, tossing them aside. Wasting no time, ENA straddled Moony, lifting her skirt so Moony could see her grinding against her.

“You’ve been so good” ENA praised, a bright pink pupil staring down at Moony from a stark white face. She pulled the band of Moony’s underwear down, causing her dick to pop out. ENA grinned, and pulled down her own underwear, sliding them off in the gap between her pelvis and thighs. “I can tell you’re so ready for me”

Teasingly slow she began to rub herself against Moony, pressing her clit to her shaft. She was dripping wet, soaking Moony’s dick before she was even inside her. It was clear ENA was just as worked up as Moony. ENA moaned softly, the sensation of Moony’s head rubbing against her was mind-searingly good.

“Ready?” ENA asked teasingly as she positioned herself so Moony was about to slide in. Moony’s eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly opened as she bucked her hips slightly.

“So perfect” ENA whispered, sinking down onto Moony. She fit perfectly inside of her.

Moony’s eye rolled back in it’s socket. ENA was so wet and hot around her. Her hands were pawing at her chest, thumbs rolling over her nipples. Moony still had her shirt on but was so hypersensitive it may as well have been skin on skin contact, or something even more intimate. Shakily, Moony reached forward to start rubbing gentle circles around ENA’s clit as she began to move up and down. The way she squeeze and clenched around her made Moony’s vision start to white out. ENA’s pace quickened and she began to whimper.

“Please...can I?” Moony whimpered. She was so goddamn close, especially with how much ENA was spasming around her. Clearly, she was right on the edge too.

“Hold on for me my love” ENA moaned, leaning forward to cradle Moony’s face in her hands as she came. Moony felt her wetness spread over her own thighs as ENA clenched down on her and cried out. She barely held back from cumming herself, held in line by an unnervingly deep line of obedience.

ENA stayed slumped over Moony’s chest for a moment, reeling from her orgasm, occasionally twitching.

“You good?” Moony asked. ENA’s face popped up, grinning as she dismounted from Moony.

“Oh I am wonderful, my love” ENA beamed. She was smoothing her skirt back down when there were three raps on the door.

“Hope you worked up an appetite” she chimed, leaving Moony to go retrieve the food. Moony lay there for a second, trying to center herself. Every one of her nerve ending were singing in pleasure and crying out for more sensation. It was getting too hard to coherently think. Thankfully, she had enough cognitive power left to de-render and fix her pants to look respectable.

ENA returned after a moment, a carton in each hand. Returning to her place next to Moony, she tucked her legs underneath her. Moony grabbed one of them, the warmth of the container and the sweet lemony smell of ENA and the pressure from her leaning on her.

“How are you feeling?” ENA checked in. Moony had just been sitting there, holding her soup and not eating. “Do you feel sick?” her concern for her partner was growing exponentially with every second.

“Yeah, I just feel spacey,” Moony said. ENA just snuggled up to her even closer, threatening to clip them together.

“Thank you for letting me do this” she whispered, reaching over to take the lid off for Moony.

“I’m not letting you do it” Moony mumbled, trying to at least build up a veneer of being cool and detached. “I want you to, I trust you” she continued. ENA’s eyes prickled with tears, and it felt like love was about to start spilling out of her vertices.

“I love you too” she replied, leaning in to stroke Moony’s cheek, “now eat” she insisted.

Two empty containers sat on the coffee table, the remnant of the broth cooling. ENA and Moony were braided together on the couch, illuminated by the flickering light of the hourglass dog documentary projected for them. During a lull in the film, as the camera was panning over a field of smileflowers, ENA went to kiss Moony’s cheek, but was stopped halfway through. She froze and then recoiled slightly, alerting Moony who turned her face to ENA and also froze and recoiled slightly.

“That had a lot of garlic” Moony commented.

“Agreed” ENA confirmed.

“Brushie time?” Moony asked, trying to smile through her sensitivity to smells.

“Don’t make fun of me” ENA whined, “but I think so. Are you, uh, done?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ve had enough for now” Moony admitted, “but you did good for a first timer” she poked.

The two of them stood together, crowding over a single sink. ENA lingered at the counter for a moment, making sure the toothbrushes were arranged next to each other properly. Once she was satisfied everything in the counter was in order, she bounced back into the bed, where Moony was already curled up on her side.

ENA wrapped herself around Moony, nuzzling into the back of her neck before starting to press kisses. Moony moaned softly.

“Can I touch your chest?” ENA queried, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable”

“Its okay” Moony reassured. ENA slid her hand up underneath the oversized shirt and cupped Moony’s chest, rolling her thumb over her nipple. Her other hand moved to rub circles around her lower belly.

Moony felt her arousal come back almost instantly at full force. She couldn’t hold herself back from rocking her hips back into ENA.

“Please” she gasped. ENA plunged her hand into Moony’s boxers. Her fingers brushed up and down Moony’s slit, which was already dripping. She pressed in, her fingers finding the stiff bundle of nerves in Moony’s folds.

“Can you put your finger inside?” Moony asked in a breathy, needy voice.

“Of course my love” ENA affirmed. She let go of Moony’s chest after giving her nipple one last tweak. Moony pushed her shorts down, wiggling a little to allow the fabric to slide down around her thighs. ENA reached down behind Moony, curling her wrist to slide a finger inside of her. Moony was soaked, so ENA slipped in without any resistance.

“Oh you’re so wet for me” she cooed, pressing another finger inside while continuing to stroke Moony’s clit, which was now twitching against her clit. “Are you close, my dear Moony?” her voice was low and hushed. She resumed pressing kisses against the nape of Moony’s neck.

“Yes-fuck!” Moony almost yelled. Frustration started to make tears sting in her eyes, she was bucking her hips into ENA’s hands, almost fucking herself on the other girl’s fingers. ENA switched from rubbing circles, to sliding to finger’s on either side of Moony. She let out a strangled, wordless cry. The stimulation was so much, it felt so good it was almost on the border of feeling back. Moony began to tremble slightly.

“Cum for me, my love” ENA demanded sweetly. She hadn’t even finished her sentence before Moony had clamped down around her fingers, a gush of staticy liquid squirting into her hand, her clit twitching wildly between her fingers. Moony’s back arched involuntarily, and she felt as if she had whited out. For a moment it felt like she was cumming forever.

“Oh beautiful. Thank you” ENA praised when Moony returned to her body. She felt shaky and like jelly, but ENA was squeezing her tightly, making her feel secure. ENA had procured a soft cloth and was dabbing at the wetness between Moony’ thighs. Moony gasped when ENA brushed a little too firmly against her oversensitive sex.

“Sorry” she apologized.

“It’s alright” Moony mumbled, rolling over. ENA tossed the cloth into the laundry basket, barely making it in before resting her head on Moony’s shoulder.

“Feel good?” she asked, checking in.

“Yeah, very good” Moony said, still feeling warm and jelly-like.

“Good” ENA hummed, draping an arm over Moony’s torso “I love you so much” she sighed with a slight smile.

“Love you too” Moony said, feeling sleepiness press her eye closed. ENA continued repeating herself under her breath, the whispered affection lulling Moony into a deep sleep.

ENA stretched out on the couch, laying her legs over Moony’s like usual. Both of them settled in, sinking into their overstuffed couch. Their relationship had been so much...easier since they burst through those binds of insecurity and secrecy. Work, however, had not. Moony had picked up a very frustrating contract- ENA understood it as being some sort of assignment to build a website for Phindoll, who was painfully unorganized and was taking up a lot of Moony’s time and emotional energy. ENA had been commissioned by Shepherd to do pet portraits- of all of the hourglass dogs in costumes - which Moony understood to be something ENA enjoyed, but it took up a lot of her time.

To mitigate the impact of their new burdens, they had decided to schedule time together. ENA slightly lamented the loss of spontaneity, but it was worth it to spend time with Moony when Phindoll wasn’t stressing her to the point of tears.

“So uh, after the date tonight were you thinking of anything special?” Moony ventured. They had already decided on which movie and where to go for dinner. A grin cracked over ENA’s face, which flashed black and white for a frame.

“I’ve got some ideas,” she said, low and teasingly, leaning. Moony was taken aback by the sudden boldness, but it made a spark fizz up in her lower belly. “Would you be interested in flipping some things?” she asked slyly.

“You’re going to have to elaborate” Moony replied, her flat tone not betraying her immense curiosity. Her line of questioning seemed to take a bit of wind out of ENA’s sails for a moment.

“Well, you always, you know, take so much time with me. Maybe I could take some time with you, ``she said, suddenly flustered. It was clear she hadn’t planned her smooth talk much further than this.

“You want to edge me, I-na?” Moony poked teasingly. This only furthered ENA’s flustration- it never seemed to get old as far as Moony cared. Wanting more of that, Moony leaned back in until her face was almost touching ENA’s nose. “You wanna make me all squirmy and wet?” Moony quizzed, relishing ENA’s growing embarrassment. She just squeaked and nodded. Moony grinned, a mixture of self-satisfaction and soft feelings spilling out of her.

“I’ll allow it” Moony assured ENA with a wink. ENA’s face was still flushed, but she mustered up some courage and closed the distance between her and Moony. She eagerly reciprocated her girlfriend’s kiss, the blue and yellow suggestion of a mouth feeling uncannily real. ENA’s hand slipped under Moony’s sweater and massaged her stomach. Moony hummed delightedly, enjoying ENA’s ministrations. Wanting to reciprocate, Moony began running her hands up and down ENA’s side. ENA’s hand slowly crept up and up, until her fingers brushed the bottom on Moony’s sports bra.

“Oh um, I’m not quite ready yet” Moony whispered. ENA paused her hand’s upward journey, sliding it down a few inches and returning to run Moony’s tummy.

“Sorry” ENA apologized, looking sheepish.

“Don’t be sorry, I...I like the enthusiasm” Moony confessed, her chest pounding at the idea of ENA fussing over her for hours, “I’m just a little bit tired right now and I kind of want to nap. Can you hang on for a bit?” she finished.

“Of course” ENA chirped, planting a chaste kiss on Moony’s cheek. She withdrew her hand from under Moony’s sweater to wrap both her arms around her lunar companion. “Can we nap here?” ENA asked, resting her chin on Moony’s chest.

“It’s not the comfiest…”Moony started, but she met ENA’s gaze which was becoming even softer somehow and sleepy. “But of course we can nap here Eh-na” she relented, hugging ENA tightly. Her black hair fell over her primary-colored face, concealing it, but Moony knew she was already halfway into the dream emulator. It was rare when ENA was comfy AND tired enough to fall asleep that fast, which made it all the sweeter as far as Moony was concerned. It didn’t take long for Moony to fall asleep as well, despite how hard the couch was.

When she woke up, ENA was gone. Panic jolted through her until she picked up the faint sound of her shuffling around in the bedroom. Groaning, Moony peeled herself off the couch, cursing under her breath at herself for never replacing that shitty couch.

ENA was sitting on their bed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Moony lingered for a moment, soaking in the sight of ENA just being ENA. Her ponytail neatly secured, ENA whipped her head around, sending it off-axis for a moment.

“You ready?” she questioned. Moony looked down at what she was wearing, it was clean but wrinkled from being slept in. Before she and ENA started dating, she wouldn’t have given a shit. But ENA made her want to be better.

“Lemme change my shirt, '' Moony replied, tugging her sweater and shirt over her head in one fluid motion. ENA unabashedly ran her eyes up and down her girlfriend’s form. Sometimes Moony appreciated it, but some days she was still wildly uncomfortable with her semi-new body being perceived.

“Can you...not look at me?” She asked, picking through her drawer. It still felt bad to ask for things like this, especially with how defensive her exes were when she tried to set boundaries. But ENA wasn’t like that, sometimes almost too much not like that.

“Of course! I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable, Moony” ENA declared, immediately averting her eyes. “Would you like me to give you some space to get ready?” She offered. Moony chewed over it for a second.

“Yes please,” she replied, her voice feeling small and far away.

“Of course,” ENA affirmed. She tempered her urge to rush forward and embrace Moony. Typically that was her go-to to comfort her girlfriend, but it would be the opposite of helpful at this time. Moony had had her new body for a little bit now, but it was going to take a very long time for her to fully adjust, and maybe longer to figure out how to feel comfortable in it. Ignoring the hunger in her arms for Moony, ENA got up and left the room.

Moony relaxed a little bit and finished pulling on a new sweater. She admired herself in the mirror, enjoying how the thick, navy blue fabric smoother over her chest. She took a little too long because ENA interrupted her musings by rapping softly on the door.

“Are you alright?” her voice came through the door muffled.

“Yeah, sorry” Moony apologized, pulling the door open.

“You look…”ENA trailed off, although her face still held an admiring expression.

“Handsome works today” Moony offered, batting back a twinge of guilt. She knew there was no reason to feel bad about this sort of thing, ENA was so understanding even if the strange discomfort was something beyond words.

“Handsome as fuck!” ENA affirmed, and the spark in her voice wiped away Moony’s anxieties for the moment. ENA didn’t quite understand why Moony needed...certain things at different times, or why she often seemed to feel bad about her bad feelings- but ENA didn’t need to understand as long as Moony wasn’t ready to explain. She didn’t need to understand to be supportive.

Hand in hand, they decided to walk to the theater. The air was balmy and not too dense. In front of the theater, ENA stopped, bringing Moony to a halt as well.

“Everything alright?” Moony queried, stepping close to ENA. ENA closed the distance between them and pressed a tender kiss to Moony’s cheek.

“Dork” Moony huffed, rolling her eyes but not meaning it.

“Your dork” ENA chirped, clasping one of Moony’s hands in both of hers. Allowing a small smile to creep over her face, Moony led her into the theater.

The movie wasn’t particularly interesting, but the visual effects were pleasing. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to keep ENA’s attention, and by the time the title credit had run she was already fidgeting in her seat. Moony, however, was immersed in the film. An idea struck ENA like lightning.

It was dark, hardly anyone was in the theater, and everyone else was engrossed in the film. ENA placed her hand on Moony’s knee, scanning her face for any sign of discomfort. She didn’t even seem to notice the contact. Continuing to watch for any signs of discomfort, she began moving her hand up Moony’s thigh. A few inches north of her kneecap, Moony became aware of ENA’s endeavors and flicked her eyes to meet ENA’s amorous gaze. A pink pupil against a stark black iris that seemed to be absorbing the little light in the theater stared back at her before ENA’s face flicked back to normal.

“Is this alright?” ENA asked in a hushed whisper. Moony nodded and leaned in.

“Uh, go ahead just don’t...don’t let us get caught” she replied in an even more hushed tone. ENA grinned and tilted her head just in time for her hair to conceal most of the white side of their face with the almost neon pink pupil.

A little faster than earlier, she slid her hand up Moony’s thigh, squeezing the flesh right at the top lovingly. She paused there, massaging her by rubbing circles with her thumb. Moony spread her legs to facilitate easier access, which ENA quickly started taking advantage of. ENA laid her head on Moony’s shoulder, a content smile rendering on her face. Her chest was pounding, despite being little more than a hollow cavity.

Teasingly slowly and with a feather-light touch she began to stroke Moony through her underwear, sliding her fingers up and down until she felt Moony’s chest catch slightly. ENA experimentally pressed into the top of Moony’s slit and savored the way the other girl’s fingers tightened around the armrest and the way her brow began to furrow. ENA kept rubbing until Moony’s abdomen began to tremble. Smoothly, ENA pulled her hand away smirked, extremely pleased with herself.

Moony had to use all of her willpower not to cry out when ENA pulled her hand away. She could feel herself twitching in her jeans and the dampness in her underwear. She wasn’t quite there yet, but close enough where ENA pulling her hand away was intense, to say the least.

ENA pushed up the armrest between them, removing the barrier separating the two girls, and snuggled up to Moony. Her arm draped over Moony’s waist and she nuzzled into her shoulder. Neither girl paid much attention to the movie; ENA basking in the eager glow of getting Moony so worked up and melted into her hands for a change, Moony slowly simmering as her arousal didn’t quite fade away.

By the time the movie finished, Moony still hadn’t come down yet. She was beginning to wonder if she would be able to before ENA was done with her.

The lights brightened slowly, and ENA got up, stretching out after being so still in the seat for so long. Moony got up much more gingerly, hypersensitive to how her jeans were brushing against her. A small whimper escaped her mouth when she fully straightened up, just loud enough to catch ENA’s ear.

“Did you want to go straight home?” ENA offered smugly, fully aware of the effect she was having on her partner. Moony felt too flustered to respond, she’d never been on the receiving end of this with someone else and it was a bit intense, to say the least. She wasn’t sure if she could hold it together at this rate of ENA’s teasing.

“Are you okay?” ENA asked, this time concerned at Moony’s silence.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit overwhelmed” Moony groaned, trying not to feel self-conscious as the theater emptied around them. ENA’s face shifted from concerned to apologetic.

“I’m sorry, did I go too fast?” she asked.

“No, it’s fine I just- let's go home and we can order in” Moony relented, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair back behind ENA’s ear on her blue side. Moony knew she didn’t like having her hair in her face on that side. ENA nodded in agreement.

The two of them walked out of the theater, ENA’s arm snaking around Moony’s waist and giving her a comforting, small rub on her tummy. Moony’s arm draped over ENA’s shoulder, pulling her tightly as they exited the theater into the night where the air was just uncomfortably crisp. The two of them kept each other warm though as they walked through the streets, barely populated with mannequins and lit with flickering lights.

ENA slowed and paused, bringing Moony to a halt with her.

“What’s up?” Moony asked, tilting her head.

“Since we’re going home, do you want to…” she trailed off, nodding her head towards an alleyway. Moony’s brow furrowed in confusion. She couldn’t parse exactly what ENA was talking about, she wasn’t one for alleyways- no matter what the context. ENA was still smiling smugly as if she had just clearly communicated some grand master plan for a scheme.

“Do I want to what?” Moony quizzed, wracking her brain for what ENA meant still. The other girl leaned forward.

“I want to give you head right now” she clarified. Normally, she wasn’t so bold since it was Moony turning her into a quivering, flustered mess. But it was satisfying to flip the table. “Nobody will see us if we step into there for a minute” she continued. Moony felt frozen for a minute, ENA had her wrapped around her finger like a string. She couldn’t say she didn’t like it a lot though. All she could do was nod. ENA grinned - her black and white face flashing with a bright pink pupil- and grabbed Moony’s hand, leading her into the alley.

“Stand against the wall please,” ENA asked politely. Moony complied, leaning against the wall. The alley was clean, but not well lit, ENA’s features on her blue side were barely visible in the darkness. ENA dropped to her knees in front of her before swiveling her head around, one last check for any prying eyes.

Content they were unobserved, ENA deftly unbuttoned Moony’s pants, and hooking her thumbs into her jeans and underwear, pulled them out slightly. Moony gasped as the cold air hit her thighs and sex, but they were not exposed for long.

ENA leaned forward and boldly pressed her tongue into Moony’s already wet folds. She hummed happily when she found the rapidly hardening swell and grinned when Moony couldn’t hold back a moan when she dragged her tongue over it. Firmly, but lovingly she pushed Moony’s hips back into the wall, pinning the other girl there while she continued her work.

She pulled back for a moment and looked up at Moony with her wetness dripping down her chin and grinning. Moony locked eyes with ENA, a jolt of love and affection cutting through the haze of horniness. ENA’s thumbs rubbed circles in Moony’s hips. She couldn’t think straight through, not with her clit throbbing the way it was. Going back for more, ENA rolled her tongue over Moony’s clit against and again, lapping at it sweetly until the other girl was trembling.

Moony felt herself teetering at the edge of climax. She was starting to pant and whimper, head too fuzzy to be too aware that while they were very obscured, her girlfriend was about to make her cum. It felt so good, and then it stopped. Moony cried out in frustration, ENA couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, very pleased with herself.

“Good girl” ENA praised as she pulled Moony’s pants back up and stood up herself. She met Moony’s gaze- her eye was half-lidded and her face flushed and she looked so needy. ENA couldn’t stop herself from cupping her girlfriend’s face in her hands and kissing the bump of where her nose would be loving. Shakily, Moony refastened her pants and fussed with her hair, a bit of self-consciousness cutting through the horny haze. “Are you alright?” ENA checked in.

“Yeah, I just didn’t think it would be this intense,” Moony sighed contentedly. ENA grabbed her hand and gave it a loving squeeze.

“You haven’t done this before?” she quizzed, brows furrowing.

“I’ve-I’ve never been on the receiving end of it with someone else” Moony explained. Communication was hard, she wondered if it was this hard for everyone else.

ENA was surprised for a moment, but only a moment. Moony always assumed a more dominant role with her, probably just used to doing that in her past relationships.

“Thank

you for letting me do this” she replied softly, “I hope I’m doing a good job”

“You’re doing good. I just didn’t expect this much” Moony laughed. ENA couldn’t stop herself from kissing Moony on the cheek again.

“I’m so glad, let’s go home, my sweetest and dearest chum” she chirped.

Sometimes, Moony couldn’t continue what she was doing. She had to stop and watch ENA in whatever she was doing. That girl was like sunshine as far as Moony was concerned. Even more so since the incident.

That had terrified Moony. She knew ENA had some glitches in her emoCPU when they first began dating. A few ones and zeros would flip; sometimes at random, sometimes in response to a seemingly inane stimulus; and it would send ENA spiraling. It was something they could handle together until they couldn’t. Thinking about that made Moony’s stomach lurch, and the image of ENA’s grey, dulled-out face forced itself into her mind’s eye.

She reached out and put her hand on ENA’s shoulder. It was warm and yellow and there and safe. Moony sighed, breaking ENA out of her focus on her drawing.

“You okay?” She asked softly with a slight smile. Moony’s heart fluttered.

“Yeah, you’ve just been so absorbed in that I-NA” Moony replied, a joking edge in her voice.”I feel a little lonely” she admitted, this time without the joking edge. ENA grinned, closed her sketchbook, and snuggled up to her.

“Sorry, I’m a bit fixated” ENA apologized. Moony looked over the stacks of paper covered in doodles of what seemed to be multicolored, fluffy, beaked chicken nuggets that had taken over their coffee table.

“I can tell. You’ve been doing so good” Moony praised, picking up some of the drawings and leafing through them. ENA had stopped drawing right before her “Gray Episode” as she called it. Now she was feverishly filling up page after page with bright colors and happy faces, day in and day out. ENA just smiled weakly.

“Let’s get a fancy dinner and celebrate this” Moony suggested, draping her arm around ENA’s shoulders.

“Why are we celebrating?” ENA quizzed. Moony shifted uncomfortably, it was hard to still for her to admit how scared she had been. She pressed a kiss to ENA’s temple; half for the sheer sake of kissing her girlfriend, half to buy some time to collect her thoughts in a way that would protect her ego.

“You’ve just gotten better, and I think that’s worth celebrating you doof” Moony said, rolling her eyes. ENA’s smile widened and she nuzzled into Moony’s neck.

“That sounds acceptable” she affirmed. “Can we snuggle a little before you go to get it?” she pleaded.

“Of course, dork” Moony chimed, pulling ENA into her lap. The two of them sat together, rocking back and forth in silence for a while. ENA curled up into a ball in Moony’s lap, she could have fallen asleep there. She felt a familiar, yet scary tug prevent her from relaxing completely though,

“Alright, Ey-nah. What do you want me to get?” Moony asked sleepily. Having ENA in her lap made her so relaxed it became drowsiness sometimes.

“Pupusa?” she offered as if it was a question after a few moments of thinking.

“With extra coleslaw?” Moony teased, smiling at her own not-quite-a-joke . ENA crinkled her nose in disgust and recoiled.

“It’s not colesl-” she began to protest before being cut off by Moony sneaking a kiss.

“I know, I’m messing with ya” Moony affirmed as she ran her fingers through ENA’s hair. ENA still looked frustrated.

“Coleslaw is so gross” she whined quietly.

“I’m sorry, I won’t make that joke again. I won’t fuck up the order” Moony reassured her again, giving ENA a squeeze before sliding out from underneath her.

“Do you want to come with me?” She offered. ENA shook her head no.

“I’m a little tired” She explained. Moony thought she hear a quiver in her girlfriend’s voice but brushed it off. She had been so productive and energetic lately, it made sense she was tired. Right?

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Moony said in a hushed voice while giving ENA’s hair a ruffle. She smiled at her, and it was weak again. She must be really tired.

As soon as the door closed behind Moony, ENA felt like she was going to dissolve into thin air. She was alone for the first time since she had come home from the hospital. Moony had looked so scared every time she came to visit her. It made ENA feel so bad, so she was doing her best to not let the gray show.

But she had a lot of gray in her still. And she wasn’t sure if the daily code patches helped, not like she could remember to take them regularly anyway. But as long as she didn’t worry Moony like that again, she felt like everything would be fine.

With a heavy feeling in her chest, she slid down to the floor, Tears prickled in her eyes. It was so hard to keep all the gray in all the time. But she didn’t have to now. Moony wasn’t around to get worried, or worse, upset.

ENA buried her head in her hands and let slip a small sob. She didn’t know why she was crying, there rarely seemed to be a reason for these feelings. More tears poured from her eyes, and she began to shake with the effort of trying to hold back more sobs. She wasn’t strong enough, and curled into a ball; sobbing into her knees. She could feel her head starting to pound and her face getting puffy, but she couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard she tried.

“Oh no no no no no no nooo” she whined, feeling herself glitch out. Her world went gray, all she could feel was the waves of emotion battering her from inside her heart. She was vaguely aware of how loud she was being- surely every neighbor on the floor could hear her sadness crystal clear- but her emotions were too loud for her to hear. Giving up trying to contain herself, she gripped the carpet; terrified that her hands would try to do something terrible again if she let go.

The faint muffled sobbing sound rendered Moony frozen in place as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. She hadn’t heard a cry like that since the incident. The freeze-thawed, and Moony began moving before she was even cognizant of it. The takeout bag slipped from her hands, its contents splattering over the hallway. It didn’t matter to Moony. Anything could be fixed unless it was her being too late.

Her hands were shaking so bad she struggled to get the door open, her anxiety rising every time her trembling fingers failed to grasp the doorknob. Finally, mercifully, it opened. She burst through, slamming the door behind her.

She almost ran into the living room where she laid eyes on ENA, completely robbed of color, crouched on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. She didn’t seem to notice Moony. Brain still searing in panic Moony scanned the room, looking for anything that could be risky. There was nothing dangerous around. She was still here. Moony’s brain flicked to the next step. Leaving ENA for a moment she almost ran to the bathroom. None of the bottles were out of place.

Wait.

None of the bottles were out of place, and there were a few pixels of dust building up on ENA’s medications. Moony’s gaze slid over to her pill organizer. It was completely untouched. Every single pill sat in the same slots Moony had placed them in five days ago. A tinge of guilt crept up on her, she should have noticed this. But she pushed it away, feeling shitty about herself wasn’t going to help either of them right now.

Moony returned to the living room and kneeled next to where her girlfriend lay crouched on the floor. Wordlessly, she began rubbing ENA’s back, her gentle touches becoming slowly firmer until ENA’s sobs began to falter.

“I’m right here” she reassured in a hushed voice. “I’m here, you’re safe” she continued cooing until ENA was still, save for some lingering hiccuping sobs. She was still gray and faceless, her input and outputs were on lowest possible power.

“Can you send me a signal if it’s okay to move you to the bed?” Moony asked. ENA nodded weakly. Tenderly, Moony slid her arms around ENA’s torso and lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around her waist as Moony carried her to the bedroom.

Moony released her into the pillowy mattress. Normally her bright colors would pop against the gray comforter Moony insisted on, but she almost blended into the bed.

“Do you want me to change you into something more comfortable?” Moony queried. ENA nodded again. Careful not to brush against any areas that might upset ENA more, Moony removed her skirt and shirt. Then, as if she were applying bandages to someone with grievous physical wounds, Moony slipped on an extra soft, large shirt over ENA’s head, and pulled it down to her thighs. Moony flopped on the bed next to her. She ran her hands through ENA’s silky black hair, it flowed between her fingers like water.

“I’m not mad, but I noticed you missed your patches,” she said softly after a while.. ENA turned on her side and curled uptight as if she was trying to hide.

“I’m not mad” Moony reassured, pressing down her desire to make jokes to comfort herself. “I’m worried, I don’t want you to get sick again” she continued. ENA loosened her frame a little bit, and Moony took the opportunity to snake her arm around ENA’s waist and pull her close. Both of them relaxed, pressed so close against the other it seemed they might clip into each other.

Cautiously, ENA wrapped her hand around Moony’s.

“I love you too” Moony replied to ENA’s silent statement. The two of them stayed intertwined for a while, completely still until ENA turned around in Moony’s arm.

“What do you want?” Moony queried, forgetting for a moment that ENA was incapable of speech. But there were lots of ways to talk without words. ENA pressed the bottom half of her expressionless face against Moony’s mouth and pressed her pelvis against Moony’s as well.

“Are you sure?” Moony checked in. ENA cradled Moony’s face in her hands and enthusiastically nodded yes.

“Alright, stop me if you want” Moony whispered, pressing her mouth to the bottom of ENA’s face again.

Moony’s hands wrapped around ENA’s thighs, her thumbs massaging circles on the inner polygons as they moved up. She kept her eyes on ENA, watching for signs of discomfort. Eventually, she reached the end of ENA’s thighs. Moony hooked a finger in the waistband of ENA’s underwear and pulled down her boyshorts with a single motion. Pushing up the oversized shirt left ENA completely exposed. Pulling ENA in even closer with her free arm, Moony ran a finger up her slit and pressed gently at the top. She felt ENA press into her fingers, trying to get more stimulation.

“Good girl” Moony praised, her finger sliding into ENA’s folds and softly stroking along that bundle of nerves. ENA threw her head back and shivered in a silent moan. A gray hand reached out and stroked the curve of Moony’s chest tentatively.

“It’s alright” Moony commented, not stopping her slow stroking. ENA cupped Moony’s chest, the half-face on the back of her hand carrying a relaxed expression as she began kneading. Moony sighed, relishing the gentle touch.

Moony uncurled another finger and dipped both of them inside of ENA, running her thumb on the underside of ENA’s clit, where it was most sensitive. She began trembling as soon as Moony began sliding her fingers in and out.

“There ya go” Moony purred, slightly curling the fingers that were almost knuckle deep in ENA. Moony twisted her hand back and forth slightly, grinning as she felt ENA twitch around her. She kept fucking and stroking ENA, pulling her in tighter every time she spasmed with impending climax. It did not take long until they were so tight together it was hard for Moony to tell who began where.

ENA stiffened up, and clenched tightly around Moony’s fingers. Moony kept her fingers still inside ENA, but continued to rub circles around her clit until her body finally slackened.

“Feel better?” Moony asked, reaching over to the bedside table for the pack of wipes. ENA nodded, and relaxed into the bed as Moony cleaned her off. Satisfied ENA was clean enough for until she was feeling better, Moony resumed her position of being wrapped around ENA.

“Good” Moony whispered “Can you do something for me?” she asked.ENA nodded again.

“Tell me when you’re not doing well, before it gets like this” She pleaded, trying to not let the edge of fear and sadness cut through the stillness of her voice, “and I need you- you need you to ENA-use the codepatches.” she pressed on. ENA reached back, her arm coming slightly off-axis as she comfortingly rubbed up and down Moony’s side. “I’m going to start reminding you, even if I annoy the shit out of you” Moony continued on.

“Thank you,” ENA said weakly. The gray had gone, and her colors had returned “I’m so sowry” she sniffed, “I don’t want to be broken like this, I know I’m hard to love” her voice was shaky, barely getting around the lump in where her throat should be. Moony couldn’t stop but hold back laughter.

“Loving you is easy, you goof, even when you’re sad” Moony chuckled.

Billie was not a fan of her apartment. Billie was a fan of Penny’s house. It was bigger, and cleaner, and smelled like a home. Most importantly, Penny was usually in it. Right now, Billie and Penny were both in Penny’s house! She was trying to be cool about it though.

Penny, when relieved of the responsibility of children for a weekend, preferred to sleep in as late as possible. In the pre-Billie era that meant forgoing a lot of the typical morning rituals to make it to the truck on time. But, as the smell of coffee wafted up from the kitchen, Penny rolled over and pulled the blanket tighter to her. It was still warm from where Billie was sleeping earlier.

“Going upstairs is worse than Everest” Billie complained, pushing the bedroom door open with her hip as both of her hands were occupied with dispatched mugs of coffee. Penny just smiled, opening her eyes just enough to grab one of the mugs and see the blurry outline of her girlfriend standing by the bed.

“Morning” Penny replied sleepily. Billie let herself smile, even though she wasn’t sure Penny couldn’t see her and crawled back into bed. The two of them sat there in a silence occasionally punctuated by sipping coffee.

“Thank you for putting extra sugar in” Penny said, her voice still hazy with awakening. Billig made a noncommittal noise, but snuggled up closer to Penny. A quiet you’re welcome, I love you. Penny leaned her head on the other woman’s shoulder. If not for the coffee, Billie would have slipped back into sleep right there. Everything was warm and cozy and safe, th food truck pushed out of both womans’ minds for the moment.

Billie chugged the rest of her coffee and placed the mug on the nightstand, freeing up both her arms to snake around Penny’s waist

“We should stay in today, I’m sure Steve will understand” Billie offered, pressing her face into Penny’s chest. She ruffled the dark brown hair and began twisting pieces of it in her fingers.

“Hmm, I don’t think so” Penny responded with a soft smile.

“ Maybe we can go in a little later” Billie offered. She squeezed Penny a little tighter, wanting to linger in bed. “I’ll even text him”

“Oh, he already knows” Penny sighed, setting aside her own mug. She turned, and reciprocated Billie’s arms wrapped around her torso. They pulled each other in tight and close. Penny’s eyelids felt heavy, and the thick comforter combined with her girlfriend’s embrace made her feel like she was being hugged all over. A few more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt, nothing could hurt here.

//this series will touch on child abuse, including child abuse imagery; coercive psychiatry and related brutality for law enforcement, ableism, sanism( mostly relating to psychotic and dissociative disorders), etc

WeaveTV models are based on a revolutionary form of quantum AI rooted in a half-8-circuit model of consciousness developed by Timothy Leary. This is an improvement on traditional multi-core processors, with each circuit-point feeding into the next one, creating a harmonious data loop.

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Let’s go over the half-8 circuits briefly.

Bio-Survival Circuit

This circuit is imprinted by the nurturing figure; it is the part of the machine that is concerned with feeding, cuddling, trust, bodily security, and being taken care of. It is the part of us that runs away at anything that is scary, foul-tasting, suspicious, or worrisome, allowing it to survive to complete its assignments

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Emotional-Territorial Circuit

This circuit concerns the initial experiences WTV’s have with power struggles and territory issues. It is the part of the circuity concerned with rituals of domination and submission, fighting, us vs. them. It helped it to find its place in the mechanisms of our society.

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cd J:/J****S

start FIGHT.EXE

Time Binding Semantic Circuit

This circuit has to do with the ways that WTVs deal with information and symbols; it is its intellectual and rational center that helps it to interpret our environment and to preserve our culture and civilization.

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cd J:/J****S

start FIGHT.EXE

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start *.exe

MEMORY OVERFLOW (Error code: 420)

The “Moral” Socio-Sexual Circuit

This circuit is programmed by early sexual experiences as well as a culture’s taboos. It processes what it is told is “right” and “wrong” as well as sexual pleasure, familial obligations, and religion. It is the circuit that, when active in real humans correlates to normal mammalian behavior.

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I AM A CHILD.

NMI_HARDWARE_FAILURE (Error Code 0x00000080)

YOU ARE BREAKING HER

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You had gotten somewhat used to being in this world.

But obviously not used enough to avoid entrapping yourself in a labyrinth forever.

You signed something with the guardian of the door, and now he wouldn't let you leave. That is whenever you can find the exit. The Guardian Entity will not let you go, physically. You tried to run past him but just got transported somewhere random in the maze.

For a while, you thought you were going to starve to death in this labyrinth. Or whatever passed for death here. You hoped it wouldn't be too bad.

Whatever your physical form had turned into, it wasn't handling this well. You hadn't had food or water for at least 3 sleeps. You were sitting on the ground; leaning on the striped walls was the only support. It was impossible to tell where the borders of the fatigue and hunger and thirst were. It all blended together into unpleasantness.

Was this it? Were you already dead? Maybe this is purgatory. You hope your soul doesn't get taken somewhere else worse. Is death even actual? Were you even ever real? You don't know, and it is very distressing. The last non-guardian entity being you had encountered since you got here was a man who was almost hysterical that your mind was too untrained for what was up ahead, but you only saw him once. He was no help at all.

For what seems like hours or seconds, you sit there feeling your body start to fail. Your vision and hearing go first.

After an indiscriminate amount of time, you are vaguely aware that your body is being carried away. You think this is it. This new world is okay, but it's so confusing, and you miss home so hard, and you're so just, spent. It's all okay, time to rest.

Time has blurred. But you are vaguely aware of someone- caring for you? Regularly you are propped up, water and food held to your lips. You don't even have the energy to open your mouth or swallow, though. Dully you feel a sharp pain in your arm and slowly start to come back to life. You try to get up and move as soon as you have enough energy to kick around, but the pain in your arm is searing, and there's some force pushing you back down. You're vaguely aware of someone scolding you and apologizing shortly after. A woman is saying she doesn't have the right supplies to fully care for you. But you think you're dying, why do you need to be cared for?

Someone is trying to feed you? It tastes weird and fizzy somehow, and the texture is very unappealing, so you spit it out.

"Stop that. It's good for you" The voice sounds digital in a way. You fall back into oblivion.

"Stop being such a stiff fucker. I am trying to save you. Sorry, you don't like how it tastes!" the voice took on a sarcastic tinge. Your brain barely processed the sound of silverware tinkling against ceramic and a door slamming.

The sound of the door opening breaks you out of oblivions you didn't know you had slipped back into. You mumble an apology and hold your mouth open. More…something is put in your mouth. It does not smell appealing at all, and the taste is even worse. But it's definitely not toxic. It's sustenance and better than nothing.

By the second feeding, you could sit up alone and open your eyes. Vision is still blurry, but you could make out a blur of black and white with red splotches. Still just totally drained, you close your eyes and sink back down again. A vague awareness of your surroundings is almost too much to take in.

"It's time to start moving. You've been laying down long enough" The being caring for you is hoisting you out of bed and support you while you work out ambulating on your legs.

Then, more feeding. It's soup now. Why wasn't it soup earlier?

"Rest, tomorrow you'll be at close to full strength. As long as you keep eating," the voice says. And back into the void, you go.

Eventually, you wake up. You are not refreshed at all, but you could sit up and open your eyes by yourself finally. You tried to call out to whatever entity had been messing with you, but all that came from your throat was a raspy gasp. However, that seemed to be enough to alert the entity.

Some sort of mime woman with puppets slid into view.

"Oh good, you're awake. I'm Merci. How do you feel right now?" She asked, her upper body moving about chaotically as she gestured with the puppets.

Merci became your rock in this strange chaos of the world. After all, she seemed to be the friendliest being you had met thus far, and while harsh, was willing to go to bat for you as much as she could.

Once you were strong enough to walk around and care for yourself, she even took you to confront the Guardian Entity. Unfortunately, somehow, you had accidentally agreed to some sort of lease and were not permitted to leave for...quite some time. Even scummier, you were never given an actual room or apartment anywhere on the blood contract; just contractually obligated to stay in there. Again, Merci came to your aid, offering you her couch for the duration of your stay if you helped out around the house.

It felt weird to you at first. Merci was already naturally tidy, and you felt almost as if you were taking advantage of her. But she was enthusiastic about your company. You had no idea what Merci did all day, and Merci never answered when you asked. But when she returned, she was excited to see you.

Once you got settled in, you started filling your days with whatever you could. Dying or aging didn't seem to happen here like it was some sort of lateral pocket dimension.

Merci had lots of old boring books to read. You reread about a man turning into a bug and dying about it. For some reason, his family was just maliciously cold and moved to the countryside after their bug-son died. It didn't make much sense, but when Merci noticed you had been reading it, she got delighted. Sometimes you wandered around the maze, which always led to Merci finding you uncannily quickly and bringing you back, slightly scolding you for risking getting lost before leaving you alone in the apartment.

And when she comes back, it almost feels domestic. Every day, she comes home and greets you. Most days, you make dinner, and the two of you eat together. You quickly got used to staring off to the side while you eat, as Merci found it unbearable to be seen eating.

Then typically, the two of you would watch something Merci selected from her collection.

The movies she picks are usually very…intense. But over time, it became tolerable not because you got desensitized but physical intimacy became normalized. It started with grabbing her forearm in shock, and after an amount of time, you couldn't really tell for sure. Still, it seemed she would sit on the futon in such a way that made the perfect amount of space for you to fit in. by default.

Sometimes she dozed off during the film. Sometimes you dozed off. Once you both dozed off together, and things just sort of slid into place from there. Eventually, you'd wake up with your chest pressed to her back and stop feeling weird about it. She rarely slept in her own bed, choosing to squeeze onto the futon with you.

What was weird was the tension. Merci stayed closed off in most ways. She never volunteered information about herself and often dodged questions.

One evening, you were just really not feeling this scene in the movie. It was an eye thing that really squicked you out. As if it was natural, you tucked your head into her neck to look away, and her arms draped around you. You turned your face, and it was perilously close to hers, or at least her mask. It was like time had slowed to a crawl, and you both leaned in for a second. She stiffened and froze.

"Why are you doing this? "She asked, her voice low.

Merci pressed her puppeted hands against your shoulders and pushed you away.

"Don't fucken do this sort of thing with beings like me," She huffed. Your hands still lingered in the air, fingertips missing the fabric of her shirt and the warmth underneath.

"I don't understand," you stammered. As far as you were concerned, the sun may as well have shone out of Merci's ass.

"Just stop. I should have never brought you in here in the first place" Merci's words stung hard, her tone defeated.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say," you repeated, leaning forward. Merci flinched away from you. Impossibly far beneath her mask, in the dorcelessness underneath, you could make out that the two eyes there were teary, starkly contrasted with the painted grin on her mask.

"Just fuck off," She snapped. You stayed. It didn't take long for her to begin trembling and breaking out into full-on sobs. It was jarring. Gone was the brash woman, vivacious and taking the space she deserved in the world. Now she seemed so small and fragile, as if a speck of dust landed on her too harshly she would shatter into dust. Her sobs were loud and bounced around the room. It was the kind of sob that only someone broken at their foundation could wail.

You froze again, not sure what to do. For a moment, you reached out your hand to try and comfort Merci.

"DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME," she shrieked between sobs. So you stayed still, sitting with her until the sobbing slowed to ragged breaths and hiccups.

She unburied her head from her hands. Her mask was streaked with wetness, and liquids were dripping out of the sides of her mask. Merci just stared at you, obviously exhausted.

"We don't have to form her crying spell.

"Talk to me," you insisted. Merci sniffed.

"There's nothing you could do to make me want to leave you. I've drunk the coffee you made," You said, trying to lighten the mood. It worked a bit. A little laugh exploded out of Merci.

"Shit, I wouldn't even know where to start," She croaked, her voice hoarse from crying. "I'm so sorry," she continued.

"Don't be sorry. Be open," you gently urged. Merci took an unnecessary but steady breath.

"I'm not able to change my body like you and others can," she admitted. Her voice was quiet, and one barely gesticulating puppet emerging from her huddled position.

"There's nothing wrong with that," you reassured her. Carefully, you scooted a few centimeters closer to her, testing to see if she would react negatively. Merci actually opened up more and made the motions to begin untangling her limbs.

"And that's really nothing to be so upset about. Your body doesn't change how I feel about you," you continued. This made Merci start to curl back up.

"It's way fucken more than that," she replied sharply. "It hurts. It's so hard to do things that everyone else does easily. There's lots of shit I just can't do that I should be able to. And I look fucking disgusting," Merci seethed, anger spilling out from her. But it wasn't angry at you. It was just a cloud of anger at everything.

"You're beautiful," you whispered, even more confused. This made Merci start trembling again. Fuck. e

"Holy shit, did you really not figure it out?" She asked.

"No, what was I supposed to figure out?" you replied. One of Merci's puppeted hands swung around in a "what?" gesture.

"You really aren't the brightest, are you?" typically, when she said such things, it was lighthearted. But the current circumstances made it hard to difficult if she was trying to be funny.

"I'm not, normal" she admitted.

"Look. You're going to have to be more specific because I don't even know what a normal is anymore, much fewer what's not normal," you responded. This conversation was starting to wear you out.

"Oh, well fuck, you really don't know," she said. "Runas is not always the kind God that people like Moony say they are" her tone was less hostile.

"That's tracks," you agreed. It was a little strange how dedicated some people are to Runas, who did so little for them. You nodded, encouraging her to go on.

"And my form like, it doesn't change, and It's gouged," she explained, pushing up her shirt. Merci exposed a part of what appeared to be a gash on her torso, but instead of flesh, it revealed an undulating flow of...you weren't quite sure what. It reminded you of close-up photos of a sun that you knew you once remembered.

"Does it hurt?" you asked, staring at the opening in her body. She quickly pulled her shirt down.

"No. Not anymore. But those are everywhere. Even inside my fucken body," Merci admitted, "It doesn't work too good anymore."

You nodded, struggling to wrap your head fully around what she was saying.

"Runas did this?" you continued your line of questioning, the awareness that this was maybe not the most tactful way of gathering information began to edge its way into your consciousness. Merci confirmed your suspicions when she wrapped her arms back around herself and hunched over.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be shitty" you rushed to apologize.

"You're not shitty. There's just nobody to talk about this stuff with," she corrected you.

"You can talk about this stuff with me," you offered, holding out your open hand.

"You couldn't possibly know," Merci replied, yet she still placed her covered wrist in your hand.

"I can't do things you want to do if we keep going like this. I can't even hold your hand," Merci said, pressing her wrist into your palm as if to mimic holding hands.

"That's okay. Can I still hold yours?" you asked, feeling extremely smooth about that line. Merci stared at you, the brow on her mask furrowing.

"I don't have one for you to hold, dumbass," she stated bluntly. Fuck, that threw you off your high horse real quick.

"What?" was all you could spit out of your mouth.

"I don't have hands for you to hold. What do you think these are for?" She asked sarcastically, holding up her puppeted hands. You had never really thought about it. That's just how Merci was, and it hadn't ever bothered you.

"You're an idiot," she said, laughing, starting to color her voice thankfully. "You really don't know anything, do you?" she continued.

"You might be right," you admitted sheepishly. For some reason, you had assumed you would gain knowledge of this world as your knowledge of your old world faded. It was comforting but clearly not true. Merci didn't seem to have a response.
"I was trying to make a joke. Were you serious?" She asked after a silence that felt like it had stretched into hours.

Now you want to cry. You didn't really know anything about this world. Everything about before was slipping away, and you almost died (maybe?! You weren't sure whether dying or never dying was worse, and until now had been doing a great job of suppressing that thought). A lump grew in your throat, and your eyes began to sting with tears.

"Hey, hey - fuck," Merci said. It was Merci's turn to be concerned and your turn to cry now, apparently. You tried to catch it in your throat but couldn't swallow it down. Merci sat there, watching you until your crying fit subsided.

"Shit's fucked” Merci lamented, nodding her head. You couldn't help but burst out in laughter for a moment.

"Yeah, it really does," you agreed, wiping the dampness off your face with the hem of your shirt.

"You're not grossed out by me?" Merci queried.

"No, I think everything about you is beautiful. Do you really think I'm an idiot?" you asked in response.

"Since we're being honest, I did. But I didn't realize how new you are. You don't know shit, but that's just because you haven't had time to learn it all," Merci answered. Even if she didn't mean it, that stung a bit.

"Does it get easier?" you asked in a hushed tone as if it were some sort of conspiracy.

"I don't think I can give you an answer on that," Merci chuckled.

"Fair enough," you contended, "How are you feeling now?". Merci seemed more relaxed than earlier.

"A bit less shitty," Merci yawned, "crying makes me fucken exhausted, though," she continued.

"I'm sorry I came on to you. That probably wasn't a good idea. Thanks for still like, sharing with me. I don't think you're gross at all," you apologized.

"Well, you see, I did like where we were going, but I've never fucken even gotten in the car to get there," She confessed. You didn't quite understand where she was trying to go with that metaphor.

"I don't follow," you admitted.

"I've never been involved with anyone," Merci said flatly.

"Ever?" You implored

"Ever ever," she nodded.

"Oh," you sputtered

"What's that supposed to mean?" Merci pressed. Her body was slowly starting to tense up again.

"I just wasn't expecting that," you explained.

"Is it a problem?" She asked, her forearms flexing as if she was clenching her fists underneath the stiff fabric of the puppet.

"No, just surprising," you explained. Merci looked like she was going to ask but decided against it.

"Well, you can't do the things you want to do with partners like kiss and hold hands, so it's a null point" she shrugged.

"We can find different things to do," you offered," and we can take things at your pace," you reassured her and squeezed her wrist.

"We can try that," Merci agreed, pressing her wrist into your palm again. You smiled and reached over to wipe off some of the liquid (that you had to assume were tears) that were still clinging to Merci's mask.

'Watch out,' she warned as your hand approached her face.

"What's wrong?" you hesitated, hand hovering inches from her cheek.

"just be careful with my head. It's tender in some places," she said, anxiety overlaid over her voice. Gingerly, you stroked the back of your palm against her mask. It felt like a piece of wood warmed but not yet burned by a fire.

"Let me know if something feels bad," you said

"You can be firmer," she replied, leaning into your touch. There was a soft rumble pleasing coming from her chest. You complied, rubbing over her cheek with your thumb a little harder. After a moment, your hand glided over to the edge of her mask.

"Stop," she ordered, and you did

"Its-it's really tender on the sides," she explained. Upon closer inspection, you could see the edges where the void began to start. They looked red and inflamed. You nodded and put your hand down.

"Can I try kissing your mask?" you asked. Merci seemed taken aback for a flash second.

"You can try," Merci agreed.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips on one of the red circles on the mask, which might have been a little too hard for most people. But Merci was making that pleasing rumbling sound again.

"Can I try something now?" she asked. You nodded

With a feather touch, Merci tapped your lips with the face of one of her puppets and giggled.

'Okay, I think we can get the fucken hang of whatever this is," she said.

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Pink!ENA courtesy of the astounding mind of

randyandalites. They deserve to find $100 on the ground

ENA took to edging like am efish to the holy code. Sometimes Moony wondered if ENA like being edged even more than Moony liked edging her. Regardless, Moony was well, over the moon about it. Turning her partner into a drippy, needy mess while she got to cum over and over before finally making ENA come undone with an almost inconsiderate intensity? Moony was a lucky gal. Besides, it seemed to give ENA some respite from her internal chaos. At the very least, she was sleeping a lot better and longer, which improved her overall mood. Her blue side was even turning pink for a few seconds sometimes. But only when she was really, really worked up.

It was the weekend, where neither of them had any responsibilities, and rain rocks were cascading from the sky in almost sheets, canceling any events a the Auction Hills; naturally, the two girls were alternating between fucking like rabbits and trying to sift through Runasflix.

In the morning, Moony had ENA on the breakfast bar with her legs draped over her shoulders, pounding into the bicolor girl who was almost beyond words.

"Such a good girl, you're so wet and needy for me," Moony moaned, holding onto ENA's hips as she rode the lunar girl's cock "keep being so good, and don't cum for me yet."

ENA gasped and tried to say something while bouncing up and down, but she emitted some garbled and glitched out sounds. It was Moony's favorite song.

"What was that?" Moony teased. Usually, at this point, ENA was beyond words. But making her try to talk when her brain was overloaded was part of the fun.

"y-y-y-yes ma'am," ENA manages to gasp.

Moony paused, holding ENA by the hips right on the tip of her cock. There was no way she heard what she just heard, right.

"what did you say?" Moony asked, frozen for a moment, staring at ENA with a wide eye. ENA blushed hard and harder before her blue side turned a rosy pink with a brief static sound for a flash.

"yes, ma'am!" ENA cried out, wiggling her hips in desperation.

Ma'am

Moony pulled ENA down on her cock and came so hard it felt like she blacked out for a moment. When she opened her eyes, ENA was propped up on her elbows, looking worried.

"are you alright?" ENA asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You're just amazing," Moony praised. ENA grinned, obviously quite proud of herself.

"Where did you pick up on that ma'am stuff?" She inquired, trying to shape her words softly. ENA blushed and turned her head away.

"Did you see it in one of the videos?" Moony ventured carefully. The wounds from that argument had healed over in the past few weeks, but sometimes the spots could be a little tender still.

"I would hear it, not see it, wouldn't I?" ENA retorted teasingly.

"I did hear stuff like that. I wasn't sure how I felt about it before, and it just slipped out. Is that okay?" She continued, her blue voice starting to filter through.

"It's fine; it was on my compu-it's fine," Moony reassured her, gently stroking her hair, "how do you feel about it? And do you want to get off the table? It might just be me, but this doesn't seem like the optimal position to have a conversation on."

"yeah, my butt is getting numb," ENA admitted, swinging her legs over Moony's head and dismounting off the table. Moony watched, entranced as ENA shuffled around, looking for her sweatpants and trying not to drip all over the carpet.

"You made me all….messy and leaky," ENA pouted. Moony could help but grin.

"That's what I do best, sweetheart," She teased. ENA rolled her eyes but still grinned as she collected her sweatpants and pulled them on. The grin faded, and her face switched side when she sat down on the floor. Moony grimaced empathetically; a shower was in order soon.

"So… ma'am?" Moony ventured, "you like that?"

ENA bit her lip and nodded, "I am enamored with the idea of you being my ma'am," she said in her chipper yellow voice. It took everything Moony had not to betray the fact that her heart had ascended through the nth dimension.

"It seems like a good idea," Moony said, nodding her head and coming off a little too flat in her attempts to stay calm. ENA bounced up from her seat on the floor like she was a coiled spring this whole time.

"I'm going to go take a shower… ma'am," ENA said, her yellow voice back at the forefront by the end of the sentence. Moony held her breath until she heard the bathroom door close. With the release of her breath, she collapsed inward a bit, burying her face in her hands. ENA was way too much sometimes. Her face burned, and a grin cracked open her face. She was so over her head in love she didn't know what to do with the feelings.

After regaining her calm, she slipped into the bathroom. It was already almost chokingly steamy. ENA was a fan of long, scalding showers. Shedding her clothes and adding them to the pile of loungewear, ENA had started on the floor. She pulled the shower curtain open a bit and peeked in.

ENA was standing there facing away from Moony, suds dripping off her hair and down her back.

"Hey," Moony said softly, taking care not to startle ENA.

"Room for one more? She asked. ENA turned around and clapped a little bit excitedly.

"Of course! come in!" She said, reaching up to scrub the shampoo out of her hair. Moony stepped in, gasping a bit as the hot water made her skin prickle. ENA reached behind her and turned up the cool water.

"Sorry, I didn't think you were going to join me," She said sheepishly. Moony smiled, relaxing under the slightly cooler water. The sensation of the shower threatened to overwhelm her in a bad way, but she reached forward and pushed her fingers into ENA's wet hair. ENA stepped forward and embraced Moony, pulling them both under the spray. Moony started massaging ENA's scalp, making the other girl make happy chirping noises into her chest.

"Turn around; I wanna make you cum now," Moony said, running her hands over ENA's sides.

"Already?" ENA ask with a tinge in her voice but still turning around, so her back was to Moony's chest.

"You sound disappointed. Do you not want to cum?" Moony chuckled and peppered ENA's cheeks with soft kisses. She brought her hands underneath ENA's arms to gently cup her breasts.

"Mmm, I just wanna feel good," ENA sighed, leaning into Moony's arms. As she leaned, her foot slipped out from under her. ENA was vaguely aware of Moony yelling something profane, and her hands were gripping her sides uncomfortably hard. It seemed as though the shower was slowly rotating? And then suddenly it wasn't.

"Fuck! Are you hurt?!" Moony half-yelled as ENA regained her footing.

"I'm okay. There was just soap, and I wasn't paying attention," ENA said, rubbing the parts where Moony had grabbed her.

"You could have cracked your head open, shit. Let's sit down- carefully," Moony said, lowering herself to the bottom of the tub. ENA slowly followed suit, kicking the switch that stopped the drain. Settling down, she made herself comfortable sitting in between Moony's legs in the rising water.

"Comfy?" Moony asked, wrapping her arms around ENA. ENA nodded dreamily; every drop of warm water or stroke of Moony's fingers set off little bursts of dopamine. She felt something like a warm bubble was filling her chest.

Moony began gently massaging ENA's breasts, running her fingers softly over her nipples. Each digit making ENA's breath become ragged. More kisses sprinkled on her face, along with the warm drops of water. Moony began gently pinching and tugging at her nipples, making her arch her back and gasp. Moony hummed, very pleased with herself.

"Jeeze, I could probably make you finish just by doing this," She teased, going back to massaging ENA's breasts. ENA let her head drop back, tongue lolling out of her mouth again. The pressure from the warm bubble in her chest was growing, but it didn't feel bad.

Pop!

"Woah," Moony said, pulling her hands away in shock. ENA looked down at her hands, one yellow and one pink. This had happened before, but only for a few seconds. Both girls sat in silence, watching ENA's hands, waiting for her pink hand to go back to blue. But it stayed. And stayed. They stared so long the water started to get cool. Moony leaned forward and turned it off, glad to be done with the overwhelming sensation of water spraying on her.

"Are you okay?" Moony questioned, cradling ENA's pink hand in her palm. ENA thought about responding, but it felt like her chest was full of champagne bubbles, and the places where Moony's skin touched hers felt the way glitter looks.

"I-NA….EH-NA….ENA! Ground control to ENA" she started to become aware of Moony's voice. It made her ears tingle.

"mmhmm, I am here!" she responded in a sing-songy voice.

"Are you okay?" Moony repeated. ENA nodded eagerly, words escaping her again.

"Do you want to keep going?" Moony inquired. ENA nodded again, starting to run her hands over Moony's legs. They felt so nice she could help but start to hum and wiggle in place.

"Look at me, something is wrong," Moony said, her voice going flat as she tried to minimize how much her concern was showing. She cupped ENA's chin in her hand and turned her face towards her. ENA's eyes were huge; pink pixelated hearts were bouncing around her wide-open pupils. A wild grin was wide open on her yellow side.

"Did you take something?" Moony asked, trying not to sound accusatory. "I don't mind; I'd rather you tell me before you do. Especially if it's that Enazepam stuff again, that shit like, spreads, and we need to make sure you stay hydrated."

"Nononono! No! nonono!" ENA exclaimed, waving her hands around. Moony furrowed her brow.

"Did you forget to take something?" She ventured.

"Noooo…." ENA trailed off, distracted by the feeling of the water.

"This just happened, but it's okay. Can we please keep going?" ENA whined. Her skin felt…hungry? For more of Moony's touching. Impatiently, she grabbed Moony's hands and brought them back to her chest.

"Haha, okay, okay. Jeeze, how did you get so worked up that after just one edge, you stayed pink?" Moony teased, returning to playing with ENA's chest. She opened her mouth to respond but ended up wailing. It didn't matter to her; there were so many pleasant feelings and sounds. There was no space in her head for worrying about being heard. Moony stopped massaging again. That made ENA cry out in frustration- but a carbonated? frustration. She had a lot of confusing feelings again, but none of them were bad for once.

"I know you're enjoying yourself, and I love making you all heated like this. But I think they can hear you all the way over at auction hill right now," Moony said.

"s-sorry ma'am," ENA stuttered, rubbing her back against Moony's chest, trying to get more stimulation. Moony prayed that ENA could not sense the samba dance her heart was doing behind her sternum.

"That's my good girl," Moony cooed, returning to her ministrations. ENA hummed loudly, but less so than earlier. Moony reached down between ENA's legs and began rubbing the inside of her thighs and her outer lips. Her humming went up an octave, and she bucked her hips wildly, splashing water out of the tub. Moony pressed her fingertip into ENA's hole, and ENA lost it a little bit. Moony had to use one arm to hold her down so she wouldn't smack herself against one of the bathtub fixtures. Her other hand, however, dipped further into ENA's hole.

Moony couldn't get enough of watching ENA lose her control like this. She twitched her finger inside ENA experimentally, and ENA cried out a static moan. This only motivated Moony to push in another finger. ENA twitched around her fingers and moaned again.

"You're so beautiful, especially all undone like this," Moony whispered into ENA's ear as she slowly pulled her fingers out. ENA emitted a high-pitched whine when she was emptied and thrust her hips forward towards Moony's hand. After a moment, Moony relented to the whining and put her fingers back inside ENA. She grinned as ENA began fucking herself on her fingers, splashing more water over the edges of the tub. Distracted for a moment, Moony kicked the drain switch before returning her focus to ENA rabidly riding her fingers.

"pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease" She had begun begging. It was a chorus Moony had heard frequently lately, but no matter how many times it replayed, it was still her favorite song. Taking her sweet time, Moony started laying kisses and gentle bites along ENA's shoulders and collarbone. She tightened her grip around ENA slightly, slowing down ENA's thrusts. The whine returned; it was almost uncomfortably high pitched.

"Cum for me," she said authoritatively, thrusting her fingers almost too harshly back inside ENA and curling them upwards.

"Yes, Ma'AaAaAaAmMmM!!" ENA keened, her hole clenching almost too hard around Moony's fingers. Her whole body tensed and held; she emitted more almost squealing sounds before collapsing onto Moony. She shivered, the warm water had almost completely drained, and the chill of the air on her wet skin prickled. Moony stretched over and pulled a towel off the rack, draining it over ENA.

"You're still pink," Moony pointed out. ENA took a few breaths and looked at her hands again. Still pink, but slightly more purplish.

"Yeah, that's weird," She said, still catching her breath. She still felt so sensitive, but it wasn't something that took up all of her brain's processing power for now. The towel on her was very rough but not entirely unpleasant.

"Let's get up and dry off, and we'll see what to do; from there," Moony suggested, although halfway through the sentence, she was already out of the bathtub and reaching for another towel. She'd had enough of that water bullshit for now.

"I'll be in the bedroom; take your time," She said, walking away while frantically rubbing the towel over her body, leaving a trail of wet footprints. ENA sat in the tub as the rest of the water drained out. She wanted to do a quick experiment before rejoining her girlfriend. Lightly, she began stroking the sides of her clit. It stiffened quickly, and she became aware of how easily liquid static started to drip from her. It made her blush, but she continued with her experiment. It was intense; she couldn't go as far as she wanted without losing control and making sounds that would alert Moony to her explorations. Generally, at this level of arousal, she didn't care what sorts of states her girlfriend saw her in. But this was about science. ENA pulled her hand away, squeezed her eyes shut, and gripped the sides of the tub, forcing herself to breathe slowly while her orgasm faded away.

Once things became more tolerable, she opened her eyes and looked at her palms. Any blue tinge was gone, back to the pink from before Moony made her cum. Maybe even pinker? With this new knowledge, she began to towel herself off properly. She was still aware of Moony's distaste for dampness and took extra care to dry her hair as much as possible with the towel.

"So, I think I know what happened with the colors," ENA announced, walking into the bedroom completely nude. Moony looked up from rubbing lotion on her legs, the towel piled on her head shifted, and she grimaced as her hair was pulled.

"And your conclusion, professor?" Moony asked, trying and failing to curb the instinctual sarcasm.

"I'm horny. Like, really horny," ENA exclaimed. Moony stared for a minute and smiled.

"fuck yeah!" she said almost breathlessly.

"Lay down," she demanded, getting lost in the moment before stopping to worry that she might be pushing too far and too fast. But the worry didn't last for long. ENA leaped onto the bed, bouncing and landing on her back. She eagerly spread her legs, and going further, slid her fingers in between her legs to spread her labia, exposing herself to Moony. Shit, it seemed like ENA was the one with her foot on the gas pedal now.

"Moooooooooooony," ENA said in a low husky voice, "Please fuck me, Moony."

"Damn, you must be really, really horny," Moony said, successfully not betraying how close she was to become giddy. She hadn't manifested anything to use with ENA yet, but she still felt the pressure building up in her groin just watching ENA be so needy. She quickly abandoned the lotion bottle situation and joined ENA on the bed.

"What configuration do you want?" Moony asked, running her finger over the flat plane between her legs; it still felt terrific. ENA stopped and watched for a moment.

"Anything is good," She responded after a second.

"Can you grab the vibrator?" Moony asked. ENA processed the request and fumbled around in the bedside drawer before pulling out their vibrator. It was small and adorably rabbit-shaped. After the first had sex, Moony had spent probably too long of a time trying to find the least intimidating vibrator possible. But ENA enjoyed it, and Moony was sure she was about to enjoy it even more. Moony paused to wonder about what other things ENA might enjoy. She snapped back into reality with ENA waving the toy in her face and whining. Moony could have sworn she was getting pinker.

"Okay, okay. Are you that desperate and impatient?"
Moony teased. But she didn't leave ENA hanging for long. Moony clicked the button until the silicone started vibrating softly.

"Stay still," she instructed. ENA shivered but otherwise focused on not squirming around. A task made significantly and suddenly harder when Moony pressed the soft silicone against her clit. And held it there. ENA felt the familiar rising tide of an orgasm, but it was enveloping her whole body. Even the threads of the sheets seemed to be vibrating.

"Nope, not yet," Moony taunted, pulling the vibrator away the moment she saw ENA's cunt start to twitch. The saturation on ENA's pink side had visibly increased.

"Aww, that's cute. The more you get wound up, the brighter pink you get," Moony continued, dragging the still-on vibrator across ENA's hips.

"Do you wanna go again or tap out and cum?" Moony asked, lifting the vibrator off ENA's skin to give her a chance to think. ENA didn't seem to have much processing power to devote to answering. Or caring that she was still spreading herself, exposed to her girlfriend who was having a hard time keeping eye contact for obvious reasons.

"Uhh, maybe one more time, and then can I cum, please?" ENA asked, her voice quivering a little bit "this pink stuff feels weird and intense, and it's not bad, but Moony! Everything feels so much, and I'm going to get tired of it soon" ENA was starting to get worked up and not in the best direction for the moment. Moony reached up and firmly pressed her hands into ENA's shoulders and started massaging. ENA relaxed a bit under the firm touch.

"Let's wrap this up for now though, I don't want these things to hurt," Moony said gently.

"I wanna cum with you to ENA; give me a second and stop looking so cute so I can focus on making something," She jabbed lightly, punctuating it with a smile a bit too big to try and reassure ENA it was a loving jab. But still, she took a deep breath and reached one of her hands in between her legs, feeling around impatiently for something to appear. ENA could change most aspects of her form at will and seemingly effortlessly. She had long ago reassured Moony that she would be able to shift parts of her physical form effortlessly in time, but Moony was impatient. Unfortunately, that frustration made it challenging to shift.

"Sorry, this is still… I'm still figuring it out," Moony admitted, slightly defeatedly. ENA didn't say anything, just smiled softly. Moony squeezed her eye shut again and sighed when she felt soft folds and further into her own hole.

"Heyyyyy," ENA whined, watching Moony starting to get carried away in a still novel-sensation of fingering herself while stewing in her frustration. "What about me?"

"Sorry, sorry," Moony chuckled.

"Someone's acting a little bit bratty today, and she's such a sensitive bundle of nerves" Her tone shifted lower into a husky register, trying and succeeding at getting even more of a rise out of ENA.

"We'll take care of that," she continued. ENA was trembling a little underneath her.

"Can I use the strap on?" Moony asked, suddenly becoming aware of how much she was talking and not doing anything while ENA seemed to be on the verge of coming apart atomically.

"yeah! Do that!" ENA cheered, still shaky. She felt pretty enthusiastic about whatever Moony wanted to do. A sense of trust and connection settled in her, feeling like a warm cloud on her skin soother her shivering as she watched Moony fumble excitedly with the strap-on.

"Okay, we're going to do this," Moony groaned, grabbing the still-on vibrator humming softly off to ENA's side, and sliding it between herself and the base of the strap on. The sudden stimulus made her leg twitch.

ENA has already soaked enough that Moony slipped in with little resistance. Both girls gasped when Moony bottomed out. Moony pulled ENA's hands away and held them above her head. Moony started slowly, but seeing ENA so horny and the feeling of the vibrator on her clit had eroded her self-control.

"T-tell me if I'm too rough, please," Moony whispered, leaning over ENA, her thrusts becoming rapid. ENA all but melted underneath Moony, every inch of her skull was just filled with Moony. And how good Moony felt. The concept of "too rough" bounced around in her head, not sticking to anything before dissipating. It all just felt so lovely. ENA giggled, not entirely aware she was doing it out loud.

Moony took this as encouragement and started thrusting into ENA slightly harsher. ENA's giggles degraded into moans again. Every time Moony was fully hilted in ENA, it pressed the vibrator against both girls' clits. Even Moony was drooling a little bit. ENA, well, ENA was dripping from both sets of lips. Moony wanted to take a photo of ENA at the time, frame it, and hang it on the wall; she was so fucking beautiful.

"I'm about to cum; d'you wanna cum with me?" Moony asked, her words starting to mush together.

"That would be delightful!" she cheered, her voice slightly glitched. Moony's thrusts slowed in pace but did not lower in intensity. She pressed as deep into ENA as she could go, grinding both of their clits against the vibrations. Moony couldn't stop fucking ENA even as both of them came. Moony had let go of ENA's hands and embraced ENA, pulling them both back, so they were sitting upright. ENA wrapped her arms around Moony, digging her fingers into Moony's back, holding on for what seemed to be dear life. As ENA's orgasm peaked, the hot pink began to take on a purplish hue. Moony's orgasm had already washed over her, but ENA was still going strong, bouncing up and down on Moony. Her pink was fading the more she came.

A thought tried to enter Moony's head. But as ENA's head was full of Moony, Moony's head was preoccupied with ENA at the moment. But somewhere, the thought stuck, and Moony started thrusting upward, meeting ENA's bouncing. Moony was oversensitive; it kind of hurt, but that was the opposite of a bother to Moony at the time. ENA started wailing again; Moony hastily reached up and covered her mouth. It did not stop ENA from making noises entirely, but hopefully, it would stop judgmental looks from the neighbors later.

Moony kept thrusting, her clit almost screaming. Ena was purple, then violet, indigo- and finally standard blue. Satisfied, Moony let go of ENA and flopped backward, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. She yelped as the vibrator pressed back down on her clit. Now it hurt, and in an unpleasant way.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck this," she grunted, clumsily reaching down and trying to get the vibrator out. After what felt like far too long a time, she managed to fish it out and tossed it across the room. She took a moment to still herself and heard some small sobs.

ENA curled up in a ball. In her usual yellow and blue color scheme, but crying. Moony clambered across the bed and hurried to wrap herself around ENA.

"you okay? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" She asked, starting to scan over ENA's body for signs of damage.

"Noo, I don't know why I'm crying again," she wept. Moony stroked her hair and rocked them back and forth.

"Sometimes people cry after really…intense sex. It happens, and it's okay," Moony reassured her. "You're safe; I got you. Let it all out, honey," She cooed. They stayed curled against each other for a while. ENA's sobs softened and faded away, but they still lingered in the silence. Moony was twirling a strand of hair from the longer side of ENA's hair absentmindedly.

"You all good, dude?" She asked, pulling back from ENA to look at her.

"Yeah, I just…wow" ENA rubbed her eyes, fatigue starting to wash over her.

"Hey, don't fall asleep just yet; let me feed and water you so you don't wither away," Moony said, lightly shaking ENA.

"I'll order something. What do you want to eat?" She asked. ENA's brain was slowly returning to normal functions, and she had worked up an appetite.

"Noodles," ENA offered after a moment of consideration. Moony nodded, that left a lot of room for interpretation, but it was better than the "I don't know, what do you want to eat?" loop.

"I can work with that; why don't you go get comfy in the living room? I'll order food, and we can snuggle and eat and stuff," She suggested, getting up. ENA took her time getting out of bed. Her leggy felt a little jelly-ish. Naked under the blanket she had draped over her shoulders, she followed Moony out of the bedroom and made herself comfy on the couch. Moony paced up and down the hallway, glaring into her phone, scrolling rapidly. ENA couldn't help but make a contented chirp and started scrolling through hourglass dog documentaries.

"Food'll be here in a bit," Moony said, going back into the bedroom and emerging with her bathrobe hanging off her shoulders. A bit might have been an understatement because there were three sharp knocks on the door. Moony grumbled something, readjusted her robe to cover herself more, and went to answer the door. After almost dropping the food in a successful attempt to conceal ENA's barely covered from the delivery mannequin, she strutted back into the living room with a styrofoam container each hand and a bag with two bottles.

"Dinner is served," She announced, with the same cockiness as if she had made this herself, placing the container on ENA's lap. She then tossed ENA a bottle of yellow liquid with a blue label.

"They didn't have the on-brand, is that okay?" She asked while ENA examined the "EenKah Kola" label.

"It's wonderful, thank you, Moony!" She said cheerily. Moony plopped down on the couch next to ENA.

Halfway through eating, the fatigue started to hit hard. ENA was full of pasta, well fucked, warm, and Moony was absentmindedly rubbing her legs. She was so comfy, and it was too hard to stay awake; her eyelids started to get too heavy.

"ENA!" Moony shouted. ENA opened her eyes and realized that Moony was cradling her face in her hands.

"you almost face-planted into some sauce, dude," She said.

"Sorry, I'm very sleepy," ENA apologized.

"Clearly," Moony snorted.

"Let's get you to bed," She said a little more softly. Moony abandoned her food on the coffee table and slid her arms underneath ENA. With a soft groan, so hoisted ENA up, carrying her bridal style. ENA started blushing.

"Please don't turn pink right now. I'm tired too. And I think we both might die if we have to do that again," Moony said, half-jokingly.

"I'm too tired, too," ENA said, leaning her head against Moony's collarbone. Careful not to bang her feet against anything, Moony carried ENA back to the bedroom and gently set her down on the unmade bed.

"Do you want me to put your pajamas on you?" She offered. ENA shook her head but gestured at the blankets that were, as usual, kicked down to the bottom of the bed. Moony tossed the comforter over ENA, who made another happy chirpy sound before curling up under the blanket.

Thinking she wasn't being seen, Moony put no effort into hiding how flustered seeing ENA like this made her. No suppressing the hearts bouncing around in her eye hard enough it kind of tingled, of the warmth radiating from her face. She stood quietly, watching, and ENA's breathing slowed. Moony walked out of the room after a bit, clearly a little full of herself. Once the door closed, ENA laughed to herself softly and closed her eyes fully. Everything was good and so, so excellent at that moment.

(the most unrealistic part of this is the idea of an apartment with a bathtub big enough for two people to relax in. Also, I love the people like this? I'm sorry I'm feral and mal-socialized but thank you for the support. It makes me so happy. Alo very open to suggestions for future chapters)

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