White Agony And Brief Preparations

Ms. Circle

 I groaned as I set the phone back down, my eyes narrowed; I wasn't surprised by the answer, but I had to admit, whatever he had planned sounded sinister, far more so than he'd ever done before.

 Striding back to my chair, I sat as I continued helping Abbie figure out some math, my clawed digits pointing to group numbers and the like.

 "So, what did Oliver want?" He asked, still trying to figure out eighty-two multiplied by two, then divided by seven.

 I sighed. "Well, in return for not spilling our little relationship and signing a non-disclosure pact, he wants me to help with one of his plans. What that plan is? I have no clue."

 It wasn't hard to see the look of shame on Abbie's face, nor was it hard to figure out why it was there.

 "Abbie, stop sulking over something that wasn't even entirely your fault; some of that blame falls on me, too."

 His frown said he thought otherwise, but then he'd just be lying to himself; we both had the opportunity to keep our more playful sides at bay, to just wait until we got home, but we were both pretty riled up as it was, and thought nothing of it when we stepped back into my classroom for a bit more playing before his punishment went into effect; unfortunately, even when we smelled Oliver's scent dancing around, we thought nothing of it, discarding it under the notion that it was just the scent from earlier.

 However, looking back on it now, that was a lazy answer; there were ways to make your scent linger for that long that strongly, but I doubted Oliver had those kinds of items, so it was due to our own hubris and lust that we discarded the possibility of him being there; something to regret now as he holds it over my head.

 My obsidian gaze rose from the papers as they watched Abbie's dirty golden orbs, their forms darting around question to question in an attempt to keep his mind off the self-applied guilt; it wasn't working.

 Seeing his attempts at the action failing, I decided to try my own hand at things, as my bionic arm reached around to caress the growing crustation plating on his forearm, something that quite literally came about an hour or so after Abbie's legs started to function again, with the plated layers painfully pushing through his skin to reveal their golden carapaced forms, dazzling with golden glistening as blood leaked over them.

 It was a horrible sight, and it was filled with muffled screams as he bit down on thick layers of cloth. Luckily, the process seemed to have halted for now, but there were signs that it was going to continue later.

 The golden orbs drifted to my touch, seemingly absorbing the sight as his frown slowly disappeared into a growing grin of contentment.

 I was never really good with my words, but I made up for most of that with my actions, each one carrying my intent, my purpose, and my feelings.

 His other hand slowly rose to meet the metal appendage, copying me as he began to rub circles on the metal dorsal. It was oddly comforting to see, but I couldn't help but wonder what it would've felt like had the arm been real.

 Sure, I could get him to do the same to my other hand, but it just wouldn't be the same; that or I'm just making things overcomplicated because I'm too embarrassed to ask him, but we don't sweat the small stuff.

 I chuckled as he lifted my metal arm with relative ease, a task that a few months ago would have seemed utterly ridiculous without me helping him hold it, before laying a sweet kiss on it.

 The warmth was lost to the cold metal, but the intention was not, as my chuckle fell away with a soft grin.

 "My, what a charmer," were my words as I stared into his eyes.

 He chuckled, "I do try my bes-"

 "Still no sex though," I interrupted.

 His gaze fell, but the grin did not, "Man, not even masturbation?"

 I rolled my eyes, "Abbie, you and I both know that masturbating each other would just lead to sex; I see your games and I won't fall for them, you sly dog."

 After getting up and walking around the table, I dropped my arms around his shoulders, their length reaching his pelvis with ease as they began to tease him while I whispered in his ear, "Besides, a week or two might do well to pent yourself up; and we both know what happens when you get pent up, don't we Abbie?" were my final words as I bit his ear.

 He shivered and whined a bit, but his clenched teeth showed me how much the teasing was working, so I let up and returned to my side of the table, his puffed-up face following me with mock anger as I did.

 "You're the worst."

 I merely hummed in response, as I sat back down.

 The problem with Oliver was put away for now, as it didn't have a place in our bubble of comfort.

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Abbie

 It's been a few hours since the call, and now I find myself tucked up against Ms. Circle's chest; we were naked, but sexually untouched, as she just found skin-to-skin more comfortable than wearing clothes, something I had interpreted to the cat genes running through her, as it seemed the odd aversion to clothing was passed on in some regard.

 But I didn't mind, sure, it was the biggest tease she could ever do to me; however, it was a tease I was willing to endure because the smile of contentment she had as she fell into slumber was everything; it was divine, beautiful, cute, teasing, but the best of it all, was that it meant she felt safe, safe with me, safe just to be herself. 

 There was no porcelain mask, no painted portrait, no outline, it was just her.

 I pulled the blanket up just a bit more to cover her shoulders before letting it fall, the moonlight shining from the window behind me illuminating her pale face; she was perfect.

 I snuggle just a bit closer before shutting my eyes, my golden gaze falling into darkness as my eyelids closed, leaving my mind to wander and ponder, untell it too shuts down for the night.

 It jumped from thought to thought as it explored the events of my past and present, sometimes touching on a few more exploratory positions I practiced with Ms. Circle during our nightly endeavors; some were excluded then as I'd likely be turned into a pancake if did try them; not the worst way to go out, but not as good as spending my life with her.

 My thoughts eventually stopped on something, resting on the new developments in my body.

 They were odd and almost erratic; it was like someone was playing doctor with my body and putting in whatever they wanted just because they thought it was cool, not that I minded, as whatever my body was turning into was making me stronger, faster, and even smarter. I'm pretty sure the last part was because of the beauty sleeping next to me, but the other two remained the same.

 Where I once struggled to lift a few thick textbooks, now I'm pretty sure I could benchpress a car, with great effort, and that wasn't to mention my speed.

 From what I could understand, my legs were currently in the process of dying and rebuilding themselves, with the decay spreading up to my abdomen and onward. The process was painful, and would only get worse with time, but I could see the end of the tunnel, and I liked it.

 I could see myself sitting on a blanket in the shade, Ms. Circle's head on my lap as my larger and older form brushed her absurdly long hair, the brush gliding through her dark strands, while she hummed a tune with her organic arm lying on her growing stomach.

 She was wearing a dress as red as ripe apples, her feet bare as her toes played with some strands of grass, sometimes venturing out into the sunlight to enjoy its warmth despite her dismay.

 Seeing this, my older form chuckled before whispering something sickly sweet into one of her cat ears as her sharp obsidian eyes turned playful.

 What shocked me most wasn't the fact that her dress had disappeared to reveal her well toned-body, nor was it her abs stretching in ecstasy as my older self played with her clit; no, what sent elation running up my spine was the fact that when he stood up, everything was smaller, even Ms. Circles hight fell short.

 Abs pressed against his tight shirt as a tail as long as some tables shifted behind him; the ears atop his head were straight and sharp, and my once short black hair fell closer to my ass, its long strands almost looking to blend with the tail.

 My eyes were no longer the dirty gold; instead, they were pure, untouched gold; it was breathtaking.

 It was erotic watching my older self get off with her, but not erotic enough to turn my focus from a few more details, mainly with my arms, or what I thought were arms, as they were completely ensnared in golden carapace gauntlets, two very long slits sitting in the middle above, seemingly able to open to reveal something inside.

 There was also something lacking, and as I looked closer at his sharper face, I realized the tally marks weren't there.

 But it all ended too soon, as the pure golden eyes of his met my dirty golden ones; everything fell away, as darkness enveloped my everything, leaving me to fall a moment before my eyes opened to find the sun's rays gliding through the window, once again highlighting Ms. Circle's beautiful visage... I needed to ask if it was okay to use her actual name when she woke up, as it's starting to become a problem with what I should call her.

 I shook my head at how I seemed to overcomplicate things.

 Giving her a peck on the lips, I slipped out of bed to go start breakfast; I did not get dressed.

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Ms. Circle

 Waking up grew harder with someone next to me, as their warmth was just too much for me to ignore; before Abbie came along, I could wake up on the dot without fail, but now, it was like I was walking through a sleepy fog looking for an exit; possible, but far harder then it use to be.

 It often left me frustrated, but not for long, as when the fog lifted, I'd find that everything that needed to be done was already done, Abbie's waiting form standing at the counter as he cut up papers to toss into whatever he was making.

 And this morning was no different, as my bare form groggily left the bed to move over to the bathroom, which, after freshening up, left me to wander into the kitchen, breakfast in the form of bacon and eggs sitting for me at the table.

 It was an odd yet erotic sight to see Abbie darting around the kitchen, void of any clothing, but I wasn't wearing anything yet either, so I could only assume it was the same for him.

 Sitting down, I began to mindlessly eat as I let my eyes rest for just a few more seconds, only letting them fall open as Abbie stopped at my side.

 Looking over, I smiled, as in his hands was a nice cup of coffee, its steaming form edging me on just as much as he liked to do when we had sex.

 Taking the cup, he turned away before heading back to the counter, giving me a nice view of his ass to enjoy it with.

 His dick was a better view, but I could settle for this too.

 Setting the cup down next to my plate, I began to truly enjoy and savor it with an operating mind, the flavors which were previously ignored now danced on my tongue, showing his adept mastery of spices and subsequent mastery of cooking.

 He, of course, wasn't that good when we first got together, but in one of his many efforts to impress me, he picked up cooking; he never had to impress me as he was already everything I was looking for, but I never stopped him from doing so, as he seemed to draw great motivation from the activity.

 It wasn't long before he joined me at the table, a small grin gracing his lips as he sat next to me, enjoying the fruits of his labor.

 Neither of us spoke, and just enjoyed the silence, reveling in the piece that the world graced us with this morning; it was also attempting to say nothing in the world could bother us, but that would be foolish.

 It seemed the universe took great offense to the mere idea that pooped up into my head as the sound of my phone ringing in the distance called back the silence.

 I was going to ignore it until Abbie's gentle hand lay itself on my thigh, a nice squeeze seemingly trying to tell me that ignoring that could just cause problems later, an unfortunate yet plausible reality.

 With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I got up to fetch the blasted device.

 It took a moment of looking before I found it under my bed, and how it got there was beyond me.

 While clicking my teeth, I sighed before answering the call, the other end buzzing with a bit of interference before Oliver's voice peered through.

 "Hi, me again. Did you miss me?"

 My teeth ground. "How could I not remember your dumbass voice, Oliver."

 I could hear a mock gasp of hurt on the other side that was quickly followed by his irritating voice. "Ms. Circle, please, I'm sensitive."

 My eyes twitched as I gritted out, "Why are you calling, Oliver?"

 There was only a brief pause before he answered, his voice dropping the playfulness, and sending an unwelcome chill rocking up my spine as his voice dropped dead.

 "Today, at nine-thirty, I want you to go through with your part of the plan; after you've done your part, you'll find the contract already signed sitting in the bottom left drawer of your classroom desk. Don't stall."

 I could hear some threat behind that last part, but said nothing as he hung up again; the cold sweat leaving with him as my breath returned to something that could be considered normal.

 "Fucking creepy bastard," was all I said to nothing as I made my way back to the table to at least try to enjoy the rest of my meal.

 Almost immediately after I sat down, I could feel Abbie's eyes tracing me, and with his unnatural sense when it came to me, I was sure he noticed my frayed nerves.

 "Are... Are you ok?" He asked, his golden orbs peering at me with as much worry as the day when he found out that women had a thing called periods.

 I didn't think Oliver got to me that badly, but it seemed I was wrong in my belief. It took me a moment to respond, contemplating the matter, trying to decide if it was even a good idea to tell him, but I quickly gave way as I explained.

 "I'm fine, Abbie, just... unsettled, that's all."

 This was an understatement of the century, but one I was willing to let slide. I didn't want to think too deeply about Oliver's sudden personality change or his implication that I would try to stall for Engel; his worry was unfounded, as I had no connection or reason to help Engel.

 Still, though, the threat at the end was something to be wary of.

 My thoughts were cut short as Abbie continued while standing, empty plate in hand, "Right, well, maybe another meal will take your mind off of things; what do you say?"

 I looked down at my almost equally empty plate before nodding, "I'd like that, and another cup of coffee if you would, there's only so much bullshit I can deal in one day before I break."

 He chuckled while taking my plate and coffee cup back to the kitchen.

 My gaze found itself tracing his slightly toned form as I marveled at how odd things were, and yet how blessed I was; I couldn't have found a better Claim.

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Engel

"MoeMoe? What's wrong, girl?" I asked, my almost bare form getting some clothes on as I got ready for school.

 The cat just kept pawing at my pant leg as if trying to get me to see something, but there was nothing anywhere except my stuff, so it was a wonder what her attitude was about...

 After a second of just mindlessly dressing, I thought up a reason.

 Reaching down, I took the cat into my grasp before apologizing, "Sorry, girl, but I don't think Claire's coming back."

 The words were bitter, but reality, and whether MoeMoe could understand them or not, wasn't something I knew, so I could only hope they could reach the ears of the cuddly creatures.

 However, this didn't seem to work as the cat just became more talkative, like it was trying to bar me from doing something it didn't like, something I usually listened to, but now wasn't the time as I had to get to school.

 The cat only grew louder as I approached the front door.

 With a sigh, I crouched down.

 "Come on, MoeMoe, I won't be gone for long, just a few hours, like every other day."

 The cat didn't quite, and I could swear I saw traces of tears prickling on the edges of its wide black eyes.

 Frowning, I continued while taking the feline in my arms. "How about this: I'll skip morning class and stay a bit longer, does that sound good?"

 Her whines lessened, but they didn't subside as I set my bag back down and headed for my bed; she looked like she could use some comforting cuddles for whatever she was going through at the moment.

 Lying down, I began to delve into my thoughts, random bits and pieces of useless information vying for my attention as my mind hopped from one to another; morning class was six to eight, so I had about two hours and eighteen minutes before I had to attend pre-noon classes.

 MoeMoe's soft whines would go on to persist through half that time; it was really worrying, but she didn't seem hurt or anything, so I for the life of me couldn't figure out what was wrong.

 It wasn't long before my time was up, and I had to go to school, much to MoeMoe's peril, as she all but screeched as I stepped.

 I promised her I'd be back by the usual time, but she didn't listen as she kept clinging to my leg; it got so bad I had to lock her in my room so I could leave.

 However, I didn't completely dismiss her behavior, as it helped a deep unease settle in my gut, leaving me set with caution and wariness; but the day would be normal, I wouldn't let it be anything else.

 By the time I got to school, classes had gone into session, and I was once again late to mine.

 When I got to my classroom, I found it to be strangely empty, but not like the deserted kind because there were still plenty of students paying attention to Ms. Circles, no, it was like something was missing, absent, and it left a quiet that had my growing unease twist with fear.

 It wasn't until my eyes drifted to the back that I realized why; I looked on in confusion as Oliver's desk remained empty, his friends Zip and Edward completely ignoring it as if it weren't a historical event in the school.

 "Engel."

 My head all but snapped to the front as Ms. Circle's icy voice rang out throughout the classroom, her tone speaking volumes without words to assist; it was an impressive and admirable quality, had it not been directed at me, as I knew what came next was the punishment.

 However, she seemed merciful today as she continued. "Why weren't you in the morning period?"

 The question wasn't optional.

 Rubbing the back of my head, I grinned with all the nervous steel I had to put up a front, "If I told you I was hit by a car, would you believe me?" it seemed my thoughts and vocals became separate factions during my brief walk as my mouth spat one of the worst excuse's I've ever heard come out of anyone.

 'And that, my friends, is how you get killed, observe,' were my thoughts as my eyes snared themselves shut for what I thought was the inevitable blow.

 But the strike I was already imagining in great detail never came, as silence crawled on.

 My eyes slowly peeled open as I hesitantly glanced at Ms. Circle, her unimpressed gaze flickering with annoyance as she sighed, her prosthetic rubbing her temple in exhaustion.

 "Listen, Engel," she continued, "I didn't have enough coffee, nor do I have enough patience to deal with whatever's going on with you; so here's a compromise, you'll take your seat and continue through the rest of this lesson, and afterwards, you'll head over to the 'Ruined Garden' to do community service as punishment, should you refuse this olive branch, I'll make sure you're the next one splattered on the classroom wall, understood?"

 I couldn't agree more, as my lost voice had me nodding like a madman.

 She sighed one last time. "Good, now get to your seat."

 It didn't take even half a second before my ass was plated in my seat, my forest green orbs focused solely on the math questions on the board.

 I ignored the snickering coming from he other students as they most likely mocked me in thought; couldn't say I blamed them though, as I'd likely do the same thing had someone else been in my position, however, I'd be more restrained when it came to physical actions, like keeping my snickering down to a null.

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Zip

 After I was done taking pleasure in Engel's poor excuse, I turned my honey gaze to Edward, his purple orbs drawn in deep contemplation as they kept themselves locked with Engel's back.

 Grabbing my board, I quickly wrote while throwing a ball of paper for his attention.

 He turned to me after the imperfect sphere of paper dinged off the glasses sitting in his hair, confusion drawn as he began to read my note.

 'Where did Oliver go?'

 He quickly grabbed his own board as he scribbled down something in response.

 'Honestly, I have no clue, but supposedly, he went to the bathroom.'

 One of my eyebrows rose in suspicion before I wrote back.

 'How much you wanna bet he's planning something for Engel again.'

 I did notice how Edwards' eyes darkened considerably when I mentioned the notion, but I discarded it; something was definitely up, but I knew if it was too much, he'd spill, so whatever Oliver's up to this time couldn't be that bad, right?

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Engel

Sighing, I got up from my seat and made my way out. Ms. Circle followed, probably to make sure I was going where I was told to go. However, after setting foot on the rundown pathway that led to the 'Ruined Garden,' she stopped, instead turning away as she made her way back to the school building. The walk became peaceful afterward, with nothing but the swaying trees and howling wind filling the silence. It was nice.

 But, then it wasn't.

 As soon as I set foot in the Gardens storehouse, my head was introduced to a literal head-splitting force. I could hear my skull caving as my body went limp, thin fragments of bone lodging themselves into my brain as a very sharp cry of pain left my vocal cords.

 My green eyes were wide with pain, bordering pure agony.

 I could feel as the control of my body was lost, its form twitching erratically while desperately trying to read the signals of movement I was trying to force through my head; success was null.

 My thoughts were in a jumble, and I could feel my lungs slowing down, the signals that kept them going ceasing under the damage; the feeling of them willingly stopping left me filled with fear, as the reality that my body was becoming something that wasn't mine set in.

 My eyes, the one thing I still had access to, darted around, but found nothing as they were forced to look at the ground, the gray concrete of the building keeping me company as my thumbed ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps just behind me.

 I tried to call out, to plead for their help, not even thinking for a second that they could've been the one who did this to me; my mind was in a desperate panic and left retaining memory as an afterthought, the instinct to stay alive overriding almost every other function.

 The steps became louder as they wrapped around my front, but I still couldn't see it.

 My silent pleas of incoherent sounds were starting to slow as they were replaced by gurgling. Blood flooded my throat from my nasal cavity and was seeping down; the feeling of it filling my lungs only served as an even bigger fear factor.

 In a jarring change, my head was forced to look up.

 I briefly lost my vision as the bones in my neck groaned and splintered under the forceful pull.

 It got so bad that even when my blurry vision recognized who was in front of me, I couldn't properly put a name to his face.

 He wore a grin made up of sadistic pleasure as his violet-pink eyes danced with glee, the horns atop his head seemingly glowing with a faint layer of hypnotizing pink; he had white hair that extended a bit past his shoulder blades as black bat-like wings extended from his back.

 He was also bare, so it wasn't hard to notice the pure black tail dancing behind him. It's all-consuming voided color was topped with a sleek-looking heart at the end. The appendage connected to it in the dip, as the sharper side of it pointed outward.

 My gurgles almost ceased when he laughed, its tone filled with so much mocking and lust that even my roided brain paused in its insatiable hunger for my continued existence to acknowledge it.

 It was so dangerous, yet it was the only thing to cling to.

 I could feel tears falling down my pale face as the noticeable salty smell that accompanied them was left behind in favor of iron; they were mixing with the blood pooling from my mouth, filling the orifice with metaphorical fear as my brain acknowledged them.

 The familiar face drew closer as he took hold of my mouth with his own, his tongue dancing around the pool of crimson that filled it.

 His eyes peered into mine as he did so, their forms dancing with confusing dominance and predatory hunger.

 He pulled back not long after, a thick strand of blood still keeping us connected as it slowly bowed before falling apart to the ground.

 My brain was struggling not to falter as it was starting to fragment into further disarray, the confusion of the action setting an immovable stone in its epicenter, and the fact that a pink glow had my limbs all but snared only served to make that worse.

 The boy, or thing, tried to say something, but his words fell on deaf ears as mine had ceased their function a few moments ago.

 It was as I could feel everything in me start to shut down that I noticed the things change in expression, growing from its mocking to annoyance, its pale form extending a hand as it was laid on my head.

 Not a second later, I could hear again, and then I could feel; my arms returned with full force as they twisted uncomfortably, trying and failing to unbind themselves from the uncomfortable position; my legs were next, as they did something similar to my arms in the fact that they were trying to de-tangle themselves from each other, their forms having fallen on top of each other when I collapsed to the floor.

 But the final thing that returned was my mind, and with it was my sense of recognition as my once desperate green eyes now glared on with utter hatred and confusion as the different visage of Oliver sat crouched in front of me.

 "You back now?" came his grating voice, filled with nothing but pure joy.

"WHAT THE FUCK OLIVER!? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT YOU-!?" I didn't get to finish my screaming as his hand caught my jaw.

 "Definitely back," he droned before he continued, "Anyway, how have you been, Engel? Life been treating you well?" he asked like he didn't just see me yesterday.

 I couldn't speak due to his continued grip, but he seemed to recognize my confusion as he continued.

 "Right, I forgot this is kind of one of my biggest secrets, so be sure not to tell a soul, kay?" His voice was unusually playful as he spoke, but I didn't care, as my rage dictated that I tell ev-.

 My thoughts weren't even able to fully form as white pain boiled under my skin, the heat growing in my skull, feeling like it was cooking my brain.

 The blood still lingering in my throat made the muffled scream lightly gurgle as my green eyes dotted and blanked with pain.

 Yet the action only served to draw out a malevolent laugh from Oliver, its tone ringing with morbid satisfaction.

 "Ahh, it seems you were thinking of something naughty, you big gobber, but don't worry," he leaned closer, "my little gift will surely help correct you."

 I barely registered his words as the pain lingered, only stopping a second later when Oliver's eyes flickered to crimson before returning to pink; a tic, maybe?

 The query was interrupted as he continued.

 "Anyways, you cute birdy, what do you know about a succubus?" His lips perked like he was waiting for a kiss.