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Kris didn’t have scary sharp teeth. Or a tail. Or scales. They weren’t anything like Susie, really.
If anything, they were opposites, physically, at least. Two freak peas in a weirdo pod, mentally. So they made a new friend who isn’t actually intolerable for once.
…
So obviously they had to make it weird.
At least it was only weird to them. Not Susie. She didn’t know shit and that was how they liked it.
It’s not really that weird to masturbate to your friends is it? It’s harmless, and like, how would she know. If it’s just fantasy, and they don’t ever talk about it, or tell her, who cares.
Besides, it wasn’t their fault she was so fucking hot.
She was objectively attractive, to her class at least, they knew Ralsei was weird about her, and that Berdly and Noelle had some sort of attraction to Susie, but Kris was the only one who had the will to talk to her. So yeah, it’s not weird actually.
She had traditionally pretty features, she had big eyes, long hair, and a good figure. Better yet, she has those insanely sharp, double rows of teeth, clawed fingers, and a cute nubby tail. What they wouldn’t give to feel like a monitor lizard's prey for her.
So they tried to imagine it.
Drawing a hand up their sweater, lining a nipple, it was easy, for once, to get into it. An experimental and slow finger lining on their hips. Muscles twitching.
A tent begrudgingly pitches, a sign of arousal, and a confirmation.
A confirmation that they really couldn’t deny it anymore. They were jerking of to their best friend and she had no fucking idea. Disgusting.
But god they could picture what she’d say if she knew.
“What the actual FUCK is wrong with you Kris?!”
Or maybe,
“I didn’t know you were a gross-ass freak. Fuckin’ fag”.
They were both absolutely alluring to Kris’ masochistic brain.
They teased themself, a filed nail running along their length. The absolute fuzz piling their brain was the best feeling. They took their other hand to gnaw on. God how they wished Susie would gnaw on them.
A bright yellow tooth, grazing their collarbone, or their hip. Picturing her licking along the area, allowing themselves to melt into the fear of her knowing that mixed with the arousal and embarrassment lingering under the thought of her doing something like this.
Holy shit.
A noise comes out of them. A creaky groan, the first noise they’ve made in a while, on their own at least.
The SOUL shone upon the bars of its cage. It’s faint glow dimmed by whatever shirt was over it. It didn’t need to see this.
Fuck that felt good.
A rhythm, finally. A closed fist stroking along them. Still thinking about her, how they would bully her, maybe they’d make fun of them while they did something.
“Jeez Kris, you’re actually fucking pathetic. Look at you, stroking your little dick while you think of me”.
Yes, they were pathetic. Fuck.
Another groan, growing impossibly harder.
They used their other hand, to lean away from their mouth, to scratch along their arm.
“gnhh …s-susie”
The SOUL thrashed against its cage, hearing Kris’ voice. They brought their hand back up to their mouth. Biting down to muffle both the noise and the thoughts. The bite ached, but never bled, only reddening as they continued nipping, before licking over and over the same spot.
Maybe she’d be into it, maybe she’d let them rut against her, maybe she’d help him too, push their hips down against her, humping against her like a dog.
Or maybe, maybe she’d just let them stroke along themselves while she watches, teasing but never touching. She’d get up close to watch, while they’d be begging for any sort of semblance of touch.
The kind of thoughts only a fucked up teenager could get off to, or maybe a BDSM lord.
What they’d give for her.
They wondered if she could ever see how hard they got when she was mean to them. When she slammed them against the locker and bared her gorgeous, horrifying teeth. When she pulled on their hair the one time they tried to do something nice for it. Fuck, the way their nerves felt, their scalp was aching for hours. But god, the moan they had to bite on their lips for was unheard of. The air did come out with it though, it came out in a burp. That was embarrassing.
To Susie it must’ve been hilarious though, because she fucking cackled. Her laugh was worth the bruise on their tailbone after she pushed them down.
Maybe she was laughing at their embarrassment. It was something they learned to love, she was cruel, even after the abuse stopped. When their faces almost met, when she would smell their hair, when she would pull their hand through the hallway. She was cruel because she didn’t fucking get how bad they wanted her. They needed her.
Anything Susie, please.
“please. Fuck. pleasepleaseple”
The SOUL rattled again.
In only a whisper, they let themselves go.
“tha-nK you.. susie”
Then, only the numbing feeling of the SOUL grabbing them again. The cage was long open, but at least they got to finish.
A phone ring. It’s theirs.
“Yo Kris. Sorry about calling you this late, but uh, I may or may not have gotten the itch to see Lancer again”.
A pause.
“I’m outside your house, by the way”.
Their body got up to get dressed, but paused, it quickly grabbed their shoes and secondary sweater to put on. It was cold outside.
They watched through their own eyes as they plunged out the window as they had done several times before.
They hit the ground.
“Oh shit, Kris are you good?”
Their body nods. They did not agree though.
“You could’ve asked for help you fucking weirdo”.
Their body nods again.
She smiles at it, that, they were okay with.
“Hey Kris, what’s with that weird bruise on your hand?”
Their body, and they, blush.