hug it out

Your nest was in the shadow of this mountain, so your days started at eleven. You'd scrounge for some bugs to eat till either the sun set or an adventurer came and killed you. It didn't matter which because either way you'd wake up the next day and do it again. Losing everything doesn't hurt if you don't have anything to lose. But now you have everything to lose and no way to win. For the first time in your countless lives, you cry.

"Sh Sh, hey there." The lamia speaks softly to comfort you as her coils roll you into her arms. "It's just me, dear; we're friends. Tell me what's wrong."

You sink into her body, but it doesn't feel restricting. It's like her body conforms to yours. You spend minutes in her motherly embrace while you calm down enough to talk. "I only got a day. It's the best day of my life and it's going to end. I'm gonna wake up back at the bottom with nothing. I can't go back to that; not after today. I can't live that way after having this. I need my wings, I need my voice, I need my cave, I need Tom. I can't lose them."

The lamia is audibly confused by your claims, "Hm, okay I don't think that's going to happen. All you got to do is go to sleep, and you'll wake up where ever you were, Right? Do you sleep walk or something?"

Yeah, this isn't getting through to her. It's your fault, really. Seriously, who would understand that rambling mess of an explanation? You haven't even been narrating with your established charm. Well, no more of that. It seems like the lamia's more interested in friendship anyway. You're gonna live and fly around. You're gonna kill some stuff and get swole. You're gonna go home and fuck Tom dry. It's gonna be awesome and go on forever!*

"If we're gonna stay this close, I should probably know your name." Really, with all this skin on skin, you'll probably stick together.

"Oh whoops, I was having such fun earlier I forgot that part. I'm Natalie; it's nice to meet you." She gives you a little squeeze since you're already hugging.

Alright, there's something you have to say before anything else, "You give the best hugs, Natalie. I'm Arke."

"Thank you, Arke. So," you wonder how many 'o's she's saying that with, "who's Tom?"

Did you say something about Tom? This stupid comforting hug is making you drop your guard, "Yeah, Tom lives with me. I'm really not used to living with others, and I'm not sure what I want to do with him. I mean, he's cute, and it's fun to tease him, and I wanted to dominate him, but I'm not sure that's really who I am, so I started this fight because he wasn't submitting, but it makes sense since it's only been a day, so I haven't really dominated him completely, and now I'm not even sure that's what I want any more, and on top of all that there's all the levels I got today, and that all took me from runt to maturity in seconds, so now there's a bunch of new urges I've never had before, and I really want to fuck someone, but I didn't think it should be Tom, but now I think maybe it should." Where the hell did that come from? You've been building up some emotional baggage if you can't even separate your sentences. Quick divert the conversation back to Natalie, "What do you think about all this?" Okay good show, but the conversation's still about you.

You can see Natalie try to parse your info dump; it's a little exciting waiting to see which thread she picks up on. "So, you're giving Tom your virginity? That's so romantic! Come here; we've got to get you irresistible so tonight is perfect for you two." Well, everything she just said is problematic in one way or another, but she seems set on whatever she's thinking. You already know it's no use resisting, but at least now you know you'll leave here alive and relatively unharmed.

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