Day 30 - Possession/Corruption - Kid Icarus: Uprising

Palutena was currently restrained, in an abstract kind of way.

She looked out through her own eyes as her hands moved under someone else’s control. The thing currently in control of her, though an intelligent entity in its own way that could be reasoned with, took marching orders from Medusa, and by extension Hades. It was hard to tell where exactly in that chain of command each individual order and choice came from, but it was easy enough to tell where the pushback came from when she tried particularly hard to will her body back under her control. Like when she reached out and grabbed hold of a gaudy, over-decorated bangle.

“No! Not that one! The simple golden one!” Palutena pleaded. “I don’t even know why I still have that one, it’s so ugly!”

Turning the bangle in her hands, Palutena looked at it for a long moment before slipping it onto her arm up nearly to her shoulder. Then she casually pushed the other, much nicer accessories hodge-podge into a drawer. Internally, Palutena screamed.

There was a silver lining to every cloud, though there was also a little twist of the knife to every ray of sunshine. On the one hand, her possessor was not making her walk around naked or burn entire cities to the ground, at least not currently. But that was also because it was trying to - and currently succeeding at - making everybody around her think it was the real her. It had worked through the minor hiccups with her vocal cords, it had perfected most of her little mannerisms, it had even found a way to balance blocking her telepathy while simultaneously doing its own in her voice. Even just disguising the voice from your mind was a pretty impressive piece of effort. She could at least take solace in the fact that the person beating her hadn’t done so cheaply. She was coming by her possession honestly.

Just making sure, she tried as hard as possible to will her arm to move, re-opening the accessory drawer so she could properly sort things and keep them from getting tangled. The feeling was like a sharp, shooting migraine through one eye and out the other. Palutena looked in the mirror and her eye twitched. It was almost a failure of the thing’s design that it couldn’t hurt her without feeling it itself. The only reason it didn’t matter much was that it did, in fact, hurt quite a lot. She wasn’t much of an in-person fighter if she could avoid it, her pain tolerance was low. Or at least, lower.

She ruffled her hair as she pushed it into place and let one individual strand hang out of place in a way that it knew drove her up a wall. More than the spike, this was a better way to punish her. Because, like it couldn’t hurt her without hurting itself, she got to feel it tickling her nose for as long as the possessor could tolerate it. At this point, it only punished her if she invoked it, but it had an abundance of ways it had figured out to make her behave. Tucking a pebble into her sandal, holding it in when she had to go to the bathroom, making her robes ride up uncomfortably, the works. Even the little ways of denying her the usual obsession for control she practiced could be effective means of silencing her. It usually didn’t even need the pebble in her shoe, so even more rarely did it need the spike.

Standing up and moving over toward the other side of her chamber, it lounged her on a reclining sofa and kicked its feet up. Scratching its chin, it wondered - half to her - what they would have for dinner.

“Some meat, please. Or some greens at the very least.” She tried to make it sound less like begging than it was. “We’ve already had fruit three times today. You know what it does to our stomach if we load up on sugar.”

A large bunch of grapes appeared in her hand and she started plucking them and eating them.

Part of her realized that she really should have just been ignoring it, because it usually didn’t ask these questions with any intent of listening. But she did have to pay at least some attention. It was plenty capable and willing of giving her a stomachache or a headache, but when the question shifted away from what to eat and into the territory of how to make the pain go away, an expedient answer helped both of them.

There was certainly an effort on her part to figure out what motivated it, which unpleasant feelings it could tolerate and which it couldn’t. If she couldn’t do anything else, she could at least observe. It took regular baths, for one. It abhorred hunger but could tolerate thirst. It understood the concept of sleep but wasn’t very good at it. In some ways, her daily schedule hadn’t changed much. In other ways, it had. The thing had no interest in reading or researching, it seemed to dislike the sun enough that she had started to lose her healthy glow, and it tried to avoid interacting with her subjects whenever possible. It had gotten a good grasp of her mannerisms, but it didn’t have her memories. It wasn’t especially good at honoring dates or interpersonal ceremonies. It didn’t know secret handshakes. Though neither did she.

The strange part, the really strange part, was that she wasn’t sure what exactly this was all for. It was mostly letting her forces command themselves, not even really feeding false or incorrect orders. This was not some large-scale sabotage, as if it understood that doing so would attract more suspicion. It seemed like, for the most part, the only goal it proactively showed was to maintain control of her for as long as it possibly could. Unless it was burying the lead in some of the other strange behaviors it was making her take, it may have literally just intended to paralyze her command. But her forces were almost all capable of operating with or without her.

It was almost a struggle some days to find the urgency to escape. Weird as that was to think about. If it wasn’t hurting anybody and was just making things very slightly unpleasant for her, there wasn’t much separating it from the common cold. Of course, the urgency was there, it was just hard to find it. Especially when the creature seemed so completely in control. On the other hand, it was very easy to keep telling herself that the urgency would be there as soon as there was an actual danger.

“My lady,” An angel bowed as she came in. “Pit is back from his mission, do you wish to see him?”

“Oh yes,” Palutena replied. “As soon as he’s available.”

“I’m ready right now, Lady Palutena!” An excited voice said from somewhere outside of her chambers.

“Then come in, Pit,” Palutena nodded her head to the other angel, who bowed and left.

Seeing Pit prompted two different responses in Palutena’s body and in Palutena herself. He was about a head shorter than her, with a soft body and boyish features despite being an adult by all metrics and a skilled fighter by most others. She could see his confidence, even when he frowned or questioned himself. As well, she could see a good heart and a good attitude.

In her body - and it was hard to tell how much of this was hers and how much was the parasite’s, at a certain point they became almost the same thing - she paid extra attention to his features. Softly expressive blue eyes, a shaggy tousle of chocolate-colored hair, flawless pale skin like her own. His wings were soft and fluffy (and only partially ‘his’), his shoulders were not much broader than his hips, and the bare skin of both his arms and legs was hairless where it was exposed. An early spike of antipathy the parasite had felt toward him had softened and dulled as it spent time within her. She wasn’t sure she could say it liked Pit, but it wasn’t trying to kill him. That was progress. But it also felt things toward him now that made her… uncomfortable. It had designs for him that seemed not so much dangerous as they did concerning.

“How was the mission, Pit?” She asked casually, popping another grape into his mouth.

“It went fine,” Pit suddenly sounded much more sheepish than he had a moment before.

“Just fine?” She pressed.

“I’m still getting used to not having you guide me,” He admitted. “I think it would have gone a lot smoother if you’d helped.”

“That almost sounded accusatory,” Palutena joked.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that!” Pit sputtered. “I meant-”

“I’m teasing,” Palutena waved him off. “Of course it would have been smoother if I’d helped you, but would you have learned as much if I did?”

“Is this really about learning things?” Pit asked nervously. “I mean, nothing I was doing on this mission was stuff I haven’t done before.”

“But when you’d done them before, you’d had my help, hadn’t you?” Palutena popped another grape into her mouth. She felt hungry and unsatisfied by the grapes, but she kept eating them.

“I guess so,” Pit acknowledged.

“Knowing what buttons to push and when is as big a part of your duty as anything else,” Palutena lectured. “The wrong response to a problem can be a lot worse than no response.”

“You’re right, as always,” Pit sighed. “I guess I just get a little lonely on missions without you.”

Palutena tried to laugh warmly, but it came out slightly wrong. The creature was working with vocal cords it still hadn’t mastered. Catching its mistake, it cleared Palutena’s throat and continued.

“Well, I can’t blame you for missing me.” She smirked. “But independence is an important skill to learn as well. I might not be in your ear forever, you know.”

This was maybe half a lie. In actuality, the effort of keeping up psychic communication while also maintaining control was probably a massive drain for the parasite. Early on, it had tried to walk the fine line, but nearly been caught out as a result. So long as people kept believing she was simply testing them, it seemed to be able to keep getting away with distance. Though, in the creature’s defense, these were actual tests that she would have put him through at some point. These ones specifically, not so much some of the others.

“Don’t even joke about that!” Pit blurted, then caught himself. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Your passion is admirable,” Palutena set her grapes down. “But even without me in your ear, haven’t I been with you even more than usual lately?”

“Oh… y-yeah…” Pit blushed and looked away.

“Is something wrong?” Palutena asked eagerly.

“It’s just…” Pit swallowed heavily. “This… stuff… you’ve been having me do… it’s really embarrassing.”

“What’s so embarrassing about it?” Palutena pressed, standing up and stepping over to him. She tousled his hair and then sat down on her bed, patting the bedside for him to sit next to her.

“Well…” Pit started to undo the clasps and belts of his armor. He was getting well-conditioned to it at this point. She didn’t even need to tell him, just do certain gestures.

As his robes fell around his feet, his pale, mostly hairless body looked pink and fleshy against the white marble of her room. Pit bent his knees inward nervously. His bright pink little nipples were hard on his rising and falling chest. His belly was smooth, devoid of a navel, and only a slight raised bump from his ribs. Between his legs, his equally hairless groin was mostly locked up in a golden cage that trapped his penis. A pair of undersized, bright pink balls hung from the loop of it.

Palutena barely suppressed licking her lips. The look of his body didn’t actually do anything for her - she was largely devoid of any sexual urges - but the parasite was marinating happily in a flood of brain chemicals. His hips’ soft femininity and the delight of domination that came from seeing his cage in particular practically had the creature dancing with joy.

“You said this thing-” Pit pointed at the cage.

“Your cage,” She said. “Be specific.”

“You said this cage was because Medusa’s servants were going to try to steal… my virtue…” Pit continued sheepishly. “But they’ve behaved exactly the same despite me having it on. I don’t think it’s saved me once!”

“On the contrary,” Palutena patted her bed again and Pit sat down next to her. She wrapped an arm around his bare shoulders and pulled him in close, making sure that his face was nearly pressed into her chest. “I would suspect that it’s because of the cage that they haven’t tried it. It may have saved you a hundred times without your noticing.”

“Maybe,” Pit agreed sheepishly. “But I don’t think any of them have seen it. Luckily. Are they sensing it?”

“It could be,” Palutena pressed. “Or it could be that one of them saw it and they all know not to bother now.”

“I’m not sure I like either option,” Pit grumbled. “It feels weird to wear, and… the idea of somebody knowing I have it on…”

“What makes it so embarrassing compared to any other piece of armor?” She asked greedily. “Is it specifically because it covers your penis?”

“Y-yeah,” Pit mumbled. “Maybe.”

“But if I were to wear armor, I would want to wear some that covered my breasts, would I not?” Palutena leaned slightly, putting his face more in her chest.

“Uh-huh,” Pit agreed weakly.

“And so, for a boy like you,” The creature refused to call PIt a man, she’d noticed. “Protecting somewhere like that is just as important. Even more so. You can’t steal a woman’s virtue through her breasts.”

“I guess not,” He wasn’t exactly in a position to argue or make demands.

“So what’s a little embarrassment?” Palutena asked. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Both of them are… a little uncomfortable…” Pit admitted.

“But do they hurt?” She pressed. “Are they worse than you can take?”

“No,” Pit didn’t look at her.

“I couldn’t hear you,” She took his chin in her hand and made him look at her.

“No, Lady Palutena,” He said more firmly, but with a much redder face.

“Excellent,” She opened one of her dresser drawers and pulled an item out. “Because the more comfortable you get with the other one, the closer you are to getting this.”

Pit looked at the item with a tinge of horror. It was a nearly-pineapple sized hunk of gold that had been smoothed into the shape of an egg. When originally forged, it had not been meant to be in any way insertable, but with very light magic modification the creature had been able to add a narrowing and then a flare to the base, making it into an ideal plug-shape. There was probably nearly as much mass in it as there was in one of his thighs.

“I still don’t think I can,” He mumbled, crestfallen.

“But you’ve already made so much progress,” She patted his stomach gently. “It probably won’t even take that long now to get you from where you are to the point where you can wield this.”

“Where I’m at now is already too big!” Pit protested.

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt,” Palutena teased.

“It doesn’t! But-” Pit swallowed nervously. “The whole time I was out, I could barely think about anything else. It’s like having a bowling ball in my stomach!”

“That tiny little one you have now?” Palutena scoffed. “There’s barely enough magical power to turn water into wine stored in that one.”

“It feels like a lot!” Pit protested. “I feel so much stronger-”

“And think how much stronger you’ll feel with this,” Palutena stroked the massive plug suggestively. “You could have just about anything you wanted with this kind of power. Enough to take down Medusa in a single shot… Unlimited flight…”

His eyes flickered. The creature didn’t have a complete map of her brain, but it didn’t really need one. Pit wore his heart on his sleeve, and there were really only a couple buttons it needed to press to figure him out. More than anything, what Palutena felt was pity. She couldn’t really make sense of what it was trying to get at. The items it was referring to were actually as powerful as it claimed, she just wouldn’t have made them into… sexual accessories. So far as she could understand, it was genuinely just making Pit stronger at the cost of more than mildly humiliating him. Hades didn’t exactly win by embarrassing them to ****. Maybe it just had its own prerogative.

“It still seems impossible,” Pit finally let his logic win out over his passion.

“Well, that’s why we aren’t just jumping from one to the other.” Palutena ruffled his hair.

She had him turn over onto his hands and knees and gripped the base of the plug he currently had in. Pit pressed his face down into the blankets, ears flushed cherry red. She twisted and pulled until, finally, it popped free. The size was somewhere around that of a fist or an apple, otherwise it looked exactly identical to the one currently on her nightstand. Pit’s hole winked in the air, unable to fully close. He let a groan out into her sheets.

Setting the plug aside, she grabbed her staff and started to concentrate. Magic was a funny thing. The creature had access to most of what she had, but had very little control. It was like building a canal into a river. Full control of what happened, so long as it wasn’t upstream. For example, it wouldn’t have had the power to create an item from scratch - that required both the **** and the focus. But it could easily just dump magic into the items.

Which it was doing. Using her body more like a conduit than an actual magical source, the creature poured magic into the plug that had just come from Pit’s body. The gold, absorbing the energy, started to grow slightly. It was a lot of effort for relatively minor results. An inefficient and improper exchange. But the creature was playing with house money. By the time it had grown about an inch in length and circumference - maybe two-thirds the size of the big one, the creature finally stopped. Picking the object back up, it turned back to Pit, who still had his face in the sheets and his butt in the air.

“I’ll have to re-lubricate things,” Palutena announced to Pit. She grabbed some oil and rubbed it over the object, then sat down next to Pit and dipped her fingers in it.

Palutena reached over and traced her fingertips very lightly around the rim of Pit’s hole. He still couldn’t completely close it, and as she delicately oiled it he started to shiver and twitch beneath her. He was wide enough that she probably could have dunked her fist into the oil and slipped it inside of him, but there was a delicate line that the creature was trying to walk here, too. It couldn’t seem too actively passionate, too interested. There was an illusion of impartiality, of training. A teacher could desire their student, but they could not appear to.

As she continued to oil him, Palutena didn’t stop herself from licking her lips. The creature was at odds with her body. It was passionate about this, savoring every moment and touch. She could feel a detached arousal not in her body but in her mind. No wetness between her legs, no real lust, but a deeply intense yearning to drag this out. Slipping her thumb and forefinger inside Pit’s hole, she spread them apart until she was starting to push against the sides. He whimpered loudly into the sheets. When she pressed the object against his hole, he whimpered far louder. Her arm ground it down into him with an impatient vigor. A moment later, with a surprising lack of resistance, it slipped in with a wet, churning slap. She could hear Pit’s stomach gurgling and his hole clenching wetly around it. He made a noise almost like he’d been punched in the stomach. A week, breathless whine from high in his nose. Something in it emasculated in a way she couldn’t define logically, but felt passionately.

But the creature wasn’t happy with that. It had gone in a little too easily, or perhaps he hadn’t been loud enough about it entering. She gripped the base in her hand and pulled on it casually until it slid back out, making Pit’s hole wink and clench at the air. His whimpering had turned into gasping, mewling exhales. When she drove it back in again, he let out another nasally, wounded sound. More than anything, the noises seemed to be what was motivating the creature. She pulled it out again. Pit’s hole was bright, cherry red in a way that seemed to amuse it. His fleshy crimson guts were wet and expansive when she looked down into his hole. Oh it wanted so very badly to get itself involved more intimately. It longed for a cock to fuck him with. It longed to make him bend and lick her cunt. More than anything it just longed to show passion. It longed not to play this detached but intense game.

“S-stop!” Pit finally yelped as she started grinding the toy back against his hole.

“Stop?” It asked through her, seemingly genuinely confused.

“In or out!” Pit put as much emphasis as he could on it with his voice still being high in his throat and weak. “You’re going to break something!”

“I am not,” She punctuated each syllable with a push against the object that wasn’t forceful enough to drive it in, then struck the bottom of it with the heel of her hand and slammed it home. Pit buried his face in her sheets, his stomach twitching. He was leaking steadily from his caged cock. This was about as far as she could go, she knew from experience. In a perverse way, she deeply wanted the creature to overplay its hand. Though Pit would be the one to suffer the most for it. But at least it would break this stupid, tedious stalemate.

Unfortunately, she stopped. Standing up, then pausing curiously. There was just the barest bit of an excitement in her body that was not from it. But, perhaps worse, it absolutely felt it too. But it didn’t press the issue, not yet. It let Pit rise and get dressed. His knees wobbly. The barest impression of a rounded bulge showed in his stomach, and he pushed at it with his finger before squeaking in discomfort and going back to dressing.

“Now,” She told Pit when he was clothed again, though he was still blushing from ear to ear. “If you’d like some time to rest before your next mission, you’re excused.”

“I’d…” Pit hesitated for a long moment. It looked like he was choosing between two bad options. “I think I’d rather get back out there.”

“Oh?” She responded, amused.

“I don’t like waiting around… like this…” He mumbled. “I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t really relax.”

“I see,” Palutena - or rather, the thing inside of her - was having trouble keeping her voice level, but it managed. She drew out her words to keep from slipping. “Well then, I’ll send an angel along with your next assignment in a short while. Until then, you can train or something.”

She dismissed Pit with a churlish smile she had trouble hiding. Then, when he had been gone for a few minutes, the creature had her stand up, shed her robes, and make her way back to the bath. With a snap of her fingers, the water was hot again. And as she crawled in, her hand was between her legs. It had new things it intended to learn about her. New feelings it intended to explore.

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