“Rutger told me about how you’ve thought about that day. How you tried to remember it all but can’t. We know it was a Ghoul Lord, so my only problem is with the obvious—you shooting me.” She held her tongue, though Rutger saw from the strain around her eyes how difficult it was not to say anything. “Whatever you remember, you did it, and I know you did it at that moment not realizing it was me, or Tom, or anyone else you should care about.”
He paused to stare across at Rutger.
“You said you wouldn’t have shot me on purpose, right?”
“Yes.”
“It was a violation of my trust. If I knew for sure it was accidental, I would’ve been over it in a flash. Thing is, after talking to Rutger, I figure it is your modifications. Your nanomachines, and the genetic rearranging, has made this happen, so that somehow in the middle of all that crazy, you forgot to be human.”
Though human wasn’t the right noun here, Rutger kept quiet.
“Oh.” She gulped. “And? Because strangely, I think I agree with that. It scares me, sometimes. A lot of what my body is doing is?—”
“Scary,” he finished for her. “That established…” He looked to Rutger again.
Rutger nodded. This was something they’d talked to death while scouting.
“That established we both think it’s our responsibility to watch over you and haul on the reins when we feel you’re going too far.”
“Haul on the reins?” Her spluttering was adorable. “I’m… going to say okay, but I may want to add some small print to this later, such as no actual horse reins or pony play!”
Vargr was full-on silent-laughing, but he slowly calmed then directed her to face him with a finger on her chin. She blinked at him. This was a docile Cyn, but he figured she knew she had to agree or risk Vargr leaving again.
“Look, this is all so bloody important and deadly serious. Agreed?”
“I agree you’re serious and…” she hurried on after seeing his frown, “…I agree to let you tell me if I’m going too far, because actually I’d like that. What I did to Tom and you and the others, it turned me inside-out.”
The quiet grew more than a little awkward until Vargr reached for her again and drew Cyn into a gentler kiss. Rutger had had enough of keeping his distance, and he stood and went to them, hooking a large blue, knobbly dildo off a display and ripping open the packet. When they turned to face him, he wobbled it.
“Remember my promise? I deserve this after listening to him wearing my ear out.”
She hopped off his lap and backed away. “Your ear? Vargr you weren’t supposed to fuck his ear.”
Quietly, and with deliberate menace, Vargr unfolded from the throne. The two of them surpassed her in height and muscle by far, though he knew she could bruise them. If she was in a fighting mood, maybe worse. But now…
“We are going to corner you, hogtie you, and shove this wherever we want to.”
“Her ear?” Vargr asked padding closer to their victim, and Cyn was still backing up, carefully, so as not to trip. “Or her ass?”
“Depends on how much fuss she makes, but with so many dicks in here to choose from, I say let’s go wild.” He grinned and grabbed a few more plastic dongs off the shelves.
“Oooooh yeah.”
Cyn turned and sprinted for the back of the store.
“Rules?” he asked Vargr.
“Whoever catches her gets to choose his hole.”
“You’re on.”
They both chased after her. He took the left, Vargr kept to the right, and they didn’t rush too much. After all, the store was finite in space. Though, come to think of it there would be a back door and a loading bay at the very back. He sprinted, floor thumping under his feet, and some of the shelves went crashing aside. Though Vargr shot him a curious glance, he too sped up.
They’d lost sight of her, and the bang of a door told him she’d likely exited. If she tried losing them by circling around to the front, he’d teach her better manners.
Rutger jogged to a stop yards away from the door that had a redSTAFF ONLYsign. “If she’s gone outside, I say we fuck her in public, tied to a damn swing.”
“Hmmm. Considering this is make-up sex, maybe I should be less extreme.”
