- Two Become One - Part 2 - by Grotto
- part 1: http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One
- (posted on /d/ in about 2011)
- Sara
- IV
- The next morning, Sara woke up in her bed as the morning light came
- into her room. She stretched under her covers, gathering some to her
- in a sleepy embrace. She found herself a little bit confused. It was
- just like any other morning, but she knew that something important was
- different. But what? She couldn't remember much of the previous day.
- There had been that strange girl in the park -
- Then the whole thing hit her. She turned over on her back in shock.
- It seemed so unreal. Right now, as she lay there, she was completely
- enveloped by a shapeshifter. But she couldn't see or feel a trace of
- anything odd. She held her arms in front of her face. All her
- freckles were in place. She looked around and everything was in
- perfect order - or at least, indistinguishable from her room's usual
- state of slight disorganization. For some reason she wanted to
- preserve this magic moment, when for all she could see things could be
- either way, for as long as possible.
- She looked at the ceiling. Embel had said that she would stay as long
- as Sara wanted. This meant that Sara's entire life had changed. If
- she chose, she could leave everything, go off and live however she
- wanted, become whoever she wanted. It was a thrilling idea. She
- imagined getting out of bed and walking out the door, not even
- stopping to put on any clothes, and changing into somebody completely
- different. Sara would leave the room, but anybody walking by her
- house would see coming out the door a mid-30s Japanese man in a
- business suit. Or perhaps an athletic teenager in her gym clothes.
- Or maybe a disheveled blonde stripper, makeup smeared, leaving the
- apartment of a guy she hooked up with the night before. She would
- walk down the street and get on the bus, and Sara Pinter would never
- be seen again.
- She could do this in a moment. If she wanted. The thought made her
- flush with excitement.
- "Mmmm," said the girl's voice in her ear. "Thinking of me?"
- "Ah, hello. Yeah." Sara's voice was husky from the night's sleep.
- "You have a good time last night?"
- Sara remembered collapsing on the girl's giant, warm breast, her skin
- sticky with her own come. She could feel her face and shouders
- reddening. "It.. It was great," she said. "Everything. I can't
- believe it happened."
- "I tucked you in. Afterwards."
- "Thanks."
- Embel didn't reply right away. The morning sun came in at an angle,
- dancing back and forth in one corner of the room as the blinds swayed.
- Sara felt the day stretching out before her.
- "I'm thinking about skipping my job today," Sara said.
- "Oh boy," said Embel. "What is it you do anyway?"
- "Oh, I'm working at a nursery this summer. It's a crap job."
- "You don't like kids?"
- "Huh? Oh, no, like for plants. A plant nursery. Also the city hires
- us to do gardening work in the parks."
- "Sounds pretty fun. Getting your... hands dirty." There was innuendo
- there, but tired morning Sara couldn't parse it.
- "Um, yeah. Yeah, but I really should be looking for internships. I'm
- graduating next year."
- "Hmm... From the books on the table... Engineering?"
- "No, physics. A bit less work." She tried to keep herself from being
- too curt, but Embel's questions had made her slightly ticked for some
- reason. It was too odd making small talk with a shapeshifter about
- such mundane things anyway. "Anyway, fuck it. You're the most
- awesome thing that's ever happened to me. All that stuff - school,
- work - I'm not sure it matters so much anymore. Nothing's going to be
- the same. Not just in my life. You break so many rules it's not even
- funny."
- "Not break. Just bend." There was a teeny hint of something in
- Embel's voice that Sara hadn't heard before, but it soon disappeared.
- "So. Grumpyface. Get out of bed. I've got something you'll like."
- Sara blinked. She wasn't wearing her pajamas anymore. She cast off
- her comforter, then stood up and stepped away from the bed. Her skin
- almost glowed in the warm morning light. She felt not of the world,
- and as she rested her hand on her side it was as though she were
- touching someone else.
- She opened her mouth to speak, but Embel softly shushed her. The
- voice in her ear was kind and gentle. "Now... relax. Don't worry,
- I'll hold you up."
- A wave of warmth swept through her, from her feet, up through her legs
- and her torso, out to her hands. Her muscles felt like they were
- being softly massaged all at once. An invigorating tingle filled her
- limbs. It was like a supremely tender hug. She closed her eyes and
- relaxed totally, Embel's skin taking her weight, keeping her standing.
- Then a cool sensation started at her fingertips and toes and traveled
- up her body like she was slowly immersing herself in water. It
- reached the top of her head and she opened her eyes. Looking down,
- she saw that she was suddenly dressed smartly in light, stylish summer
- wear, accentuating but not exaggerating her natural curves. She was
- totally awake and alert, and felt as clean as if she had just
- showered, ready for anything.
- "That felt awesome," said Sara.
- "I know! So what happens now?"
- Sara looked out the window. The sky was chalky blue, cirrus clouds
- scudding along in a breeze that ruffled the leaves of the oak trees
- across the street. She took a deep breath. "First thing."
- "Hm?"
- "Can you make me fly?"
- ***
- The air rushed by, parting around her body like a stream around a
- rock. She had chosen for this experiment a secluded park encompassing
- the top of a hill above her neighborhood. It was almost empty - there
- was a mother with her young son, but they had finally made their way
- over to the playground, safely out of sight. Sara was alone.
- Behind her was a water tower, sitting ponderously upon the very top of
- the hill, and the ground under her feet sloped steeply down from
- there, run wild with long, blowing grass. High hedges blocked the
- view from the road. The early morning sunlight was cool, bright, and
- golden, promising a hot day to come.
- "I'm ready," said Sara, nervous, but alive with anticipation.
- "OK," said Embel. "This is the first time I've done this too, you
- know. It might not work at all."
- "I know. I told you, I'm ready."
- "Right." A silence of three seconds... then there was a stirring in
- the muscles of Sara's back. It felt amazing, like she was uncurling
- from a fetal position she'd been cramped up in all her life. She saw
- the great, mottled brown feathers stretching on either side of her
- even as she felt her balance shift, the new static inertia of her
- gigantic wings forcing her to reposition herself on the grass. Each
- feather was an intricate patterning of browns and tans, beautiful like
- a Navajo tapestry, and as she looked further down her wing they merged
- into multitudinous order, every feather in some way, impossibly, still
- a part of her. Somehow sensations rushed through her new limbs, and
- she realized she could feel the breeze ruffling the little down
- feathers at the top of the wing, flowing over her powerful flight
- feathers, pushing her to the side. All of this happened in the space
- of two breaths.
- "Damn." Sara's heart almost stopped beating as she appraised her new
- appendages. They were so fucking majestic. She had pictured a pair
- of downy angel wings, not these sleek hawklike powerhouses, stretching
- yards beyond her reach even though they weren't completely unfolded.
- She rested her hand on the crest of one of the things and the feathers
- were strong like pliable steel. She found herself blinking back tears
- of amazement. "They're huge."
- "35 foot wingspan, stretched out all the way. I'd have made them
- bigger, but I can't keep things together over a much larger area.
- It's just lucky you're light enough that this might actually work."
- "Of course," Sara murmured. After all, she had solid bones and a lot
- more muscle mass than any bird, and Embel almost doubled her weight on
- top of that. It was still incredible to see them looming over the
- hill, casting great shadows as they stretched out.
- Involuntarily.
- "Hey. You gonna give me the controls?" Sara said as Embel flapped her
- wings, making fine adjustments to the design as she experimented with
- airflow.
- "Not to start out. I'll try to get us off the ground. Once we're in
- the air, it should be pretty easy to stay up, but right now I might
- not even be able to get liftoff." Embel drew the wings back and
- folded them behind Sara. "We might need a running start."
- "All right. Let's go." Sara started to run down the hill, the
- strange weight of her wings almost making her trip.
- "Jump!" came the voice of Embel urgently in her ears.
- Sara leapt out into the air and Embel extended the wings tautly to
- their full spread. The giant wings took their weight effortlessly.
- Sara found herself gliding down the hill, slowly gaining velocity.
- For a couple precarious moments, it looked as though Embel wouldn't be
- able to stabilize, and her first flight would end with an ignoble
- plummet into the bushes. But then a powerful flap sent Sara soaring
- over the hedge, the forward velocity finally filling her wings with a
- cushion of air, and she flapped again and again, just barely clearing
- the house across the street, passing under the power lines and then
- she was free, climbing, climbing, as the roofs and streets beneath her
- quickly became a checkerboard of brown, green and grey and the horizon
- revealed itself as an unbroken line, the hills rolling in imitation of
- the ripples on the bay that broke the morning sun's reflection into a
- shimmering river of light. At first seeing so much space beneath her
- made her stomach leap into her throat with vertigo, but soon she
- realized that she wasn't going to fall and that same sense of space
- filled her with joy at her newfound freedom.
- "Do you think anyone saw me?" she said, shouting above the noise of
- the rushing air.
- "Probably," said the voice in her ear, quite nonchalant.
- "But!.."
- "Don't worry, nobody could have recognized you. Look." A small
- mirror materialized in Sara's right hand, and in it Sara saw her face.
- She couldn't help from laughing in surprise. She had a cute
- Scandinavian upturned nose, a face full of freckles and a shock of
- reddish-blond hair which was being fiercely tousled by the wind.
- "You did _not_ just turn me into fucking Pippi Longstocking," railed
- Sara, unable to supress a goofy grin.
- Embel's giggle echoed in Sara's ears over the regular wingbeats. "Oh,
- you don't like? Well, maybe we should try Brunhilde instead -" she
- said as Sara's hair lengthened and bound itself into two long
- ponytails, braided with spirals of leather cord.
- Sara could see what was in store for her and laughingly tried to
- protest, even as her clothes began to change into the traditional
- hilariously tacky suit of armor. "No, no, stop -- not the Wagner
- bikini!"
- "All right, it's your funeral," came Embel's voice, and instead of
- returning to normal Sara's clothes disappeared entirely, leaving her
- creamily naked in the wind. Her hair, still in pigtails, flapped
- behind her, and she looked down to see between her legs a beautiful
- bush of curls of the same amber color.
- "Wait--"
- But the shock of being suddenly exposed was immediately overwhelmed by
- the sheer rightness of it. She was powerful and free and she realized
- that right now, clothes were about as relevant to her as they were to
- the distant bird she could see circling still far above her.
- Sara closed her eyes, feeling the wind rushing past, flowing over her
- like a river. Her and Embel, two become one, silent together in the
- sky.
- "It's pure glory." It was clear from Embel's voice that she was
- enjoying the flight as much as Sara was. She kept the wings at full
- extension and circled in updrafts, gliding leisurely from one to the
- other. "I'm so glad you thought of this."
- Sara smiled, the wind buffeting her cheeks. "It was my first wish.
- Since I was a kid."
- "You mean, if you had three wishes? Like if there was a genie?" Sara
- nodded. Embel's clear laugh echoed in Sara's ears, then was swept
- away by the wind. "Hmm... What was your second?"
- "I could never decide. Probably to be able to talk with animals."
- "Ha!" Embel laughed sardonically. "Now, that's something I can't help
- you with..."
- "If it makes you feel any better, my third wish was always to set the
- genie free."
- "Oh, just like in the movie, huh? How touching!"
- "Hey--- Hey! I was a kid, you can't-" But Sara was interrupted by
- Embel's bright voice teasingly singing the familiar strains of "A
- Whole New World:"
- "A new fantastic point of view
- No one to tell us no
- Or where to go --"
- "I wish I could punch you." Embel stopped singing and there was a
- moment of pregnant silence. Then they both broke out laughing, unable
- to stop until Sara's breath ran out and their peals of laughter
- dissolved into joyous sighs. They seemed to float above the city.
- "Hey, you want a turn flying these things?" asked Embel.
- "Sure." And it was easy as if they had always been hers.
- V
- Sara hadn't expected it to be so tough finding a place to set down
- without being seen. She circled high above the city, looking for an
- empty patch of green, but the parks would be filled with people this
- time of day, and approaching the roofs of buildings would also mean
- gliding close over busy streets. But just as she was about to swallow
- her pride and go for a splashdown in the bay, she noticed a clumpy
- swath of trees to the north.
- Of course. The zoo.
- The place was almost deserted this early on a weekday. She came down
- as quick as she could, cupping her wings to brake as she descended
- over a thickly wooded area dotted with nets to keep in various kinds
- of birds. She drifted over a sandy enclosure, catching the bored
- attention of a pair of elephants. A few flaps to halt her descent,
- and she was on the ground, her folded wings filling up a bendy section
- of one of the zoo's winding paths.
- "Um, Sara.." Embel's voice whispered.
- "Get rid of these things," Sara said under her breath, looking left
- and right for people who could have seen her. As the wings melted
- back into her body, she realized that she was still naked. Suddenly
- that seemed a bit weird. "And, uh, I need clothes. For now."
- But as her familiar jeans-and-T-shirt coalesced, she noticed a small
- movement in the bushes. Sara froze, her heart leaping to her throat.
- It was a small, portly girl, probably about six, wearing a bright
- school blazer, which didn't seem to have kept her from escaping the
- notice of her chaperones. The girl stepped slowly out into the
- clearing, her tight-lipped, wide-eyed face bright with trepidation and
- amazement. She had obviously seen the whole descent. For a moment
- Sara was at a loss. But as the girl's mouth opened, Sara was
- quick-witted enough to bring a finger to her lips, flashing a quick
- smile: "Shhh."
- The girl's eyes opened even wider and her mouth snapped shut. She
- gave a quick nod and ran off.
- Sara's breath was still coming in short gulps. Just like that, she
- was anonymous again, one among a crowd. People walked by and didn't
- give her a second glance. Had she really just gone streaking above
- the city for an hour? It made her giddy.
- "That was exciting," Embel said. "I tried to warn you about the kid."
- "It's strange, you know?" Sara said quietly, leaning back against a
- handrail. "I'm still not sure how much it even matters if somebody
- sees me. Like I feel as if I should be rushing off to change in a
- phone booth. But at the same time, you can turn me into whoever I can
- -- well, whoever or whatever I can think of in a couple seconds. It's
- not like anybody could figure out anything about me."
- "Exactly," said Embel. "So for me the main problem is the people who
- see you. You've got to ask, how does what you do affect them? And
- how much do you care?"
- Sara thought for a moment. "Like that girl. If I saw what she just
- saw when I was a kid, I'd remember it for the rest of my life."
- "Right, and you know she's going to think back on it some day twenty
- years later and wonder, Wait, was that real?" Somehow Embel's smirk
- was audible. "Personally I like messing with people. Life is better
- with a bit of magic in it. I like to always leave them guessing."
- "Like, did a random naked girl with wings really just fly over my house."
- "Beginner level. I mean more like... holy crap, did this random girl
- really just start kissing me in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. Oh
- my god, it's like she has two tongues. And those boobs are absolutely
- unreal, I've never seen a pair so big and yet so.. springy. Oh god,
- she's really all over me, I can feel those things pressing up against
- me, she's grabbing my ass and her whole body is just perfect, this
- can't actually be happening? Holy shit -- her kisses taste like
- _strawberries_... And then poof, she's walking down the street like
- nothing happened, and nobody around seems to have noticed anything.
- What... the... FUCK."
- Sara found her breath quickening. "Yeah... Or something like. Is
- the girl sitting beside me on the bus. Really the same girl. That I
- saw last night on the internet with a 16-inch cock, splattering her
- jizz all over the ceiling."
- "Yeah, that's it," said Embel, her voice husky and soft. "Or, my
- fucking god that girl is hot but her bathing suit is like three sizes
- too small and her breasts are just overflowing, spilling out of it and
- oh crap I'm staring but it's beginning to tear and holy shit, are they
- actually getting bigger? and now they're out, they're just bouncing
- all over the place and those nipples are the biggest fucking things
- I've ever seen, like little soda cans, and she's finally realized what
- happened and she ducks under the waves but when she pops back up she's
- wearing a totally different suit and crap, it's not even the same
- girl..."
- "What is it with you and boobs," said Sara, acutely aware of her own
- erect nipples rubbing uncomfortably against her bra.
- "They're AWESOME," came the voice in her ear. "Do I really have to show you?"
- Sara frantically looked around. There was a South Asian couple
- walking by on the path a few yards away. "Not now, not now!" she
- whispered, trying not to call attention to herself.
- "Too late," purred Embel, a hungry note creeping into her voice.
- "Hmmmm... You know, your nipples are so hard. Doesn't it just feel
- unbearable?" And they did, pressing angrily into the fabric of her
- bra and making two very noticeable nubs in her T-shirt. "You know,
- the best thing about nipples is how suckable they are," said Embel,
- and Sara gasped as she felt two delicate mouths softly latch on to
- her. Nobody was actually there, but the sensation was just as real -
- soft, moist, and intimidatingly precise.
- "How in the fuck," Sara groaned under her breath, arching her back
- against the cold handrail.
- "Mmmmmm..." Somehow Embel was able to speak at the same time. "You
- taste so good." Sara could feel every flick of the tongue, every
- gentle kiss. Embel took up her nipples and began to roll them between
- her phantom lips and the tips of her invisible tongues, teasing,
- switching from one side to the other and back again. "And you're so
- hard... Like little candies." A warm glow kindled between Sara's legs
- as Embel began to suck firmly, each mouth a perfect fit, each tongue
- still tasting, flicking her nipples softly back and forth. Sara was
- horrified to hear herself emit a long, quiet moan, despite her best
- efforts loud enough for anyone near to hear.
- "Not fair," she breathed, but she was gripping the handrail,
- struggling with all her might to keep from reaching up and grabbing
- herself, pinching and rolling her nipples through her clothes in time
- to Embel's invisible suckling. She writhed in the air, each breath a
- soft moaning sigh, almost to the point where she didn't care who was
- watching her, didn't care what anybody else thought.
- Then she felt the sharp little nip from the mouth on the left.
- There was a bolt of intense stimulation but Sara hardly noticed it,
- lost in the hungry wet need that suddenly blossomed deep in her groin.
- She noticed her hands had made their way to her breasts, where they
- were rhythmically pinching her swollen nipples, trying to drown out
- Embel's sharp nibbling with smooth pressure. She must have cried out,
- because suddenly everybody within earshot was staring at her: a pair
- of old Asian women, a middle-aged man in a business suit with a
- younger woman.
- She flushed beet-red in embarassment even through Embel's microthin
- skin, but right now the shame just intensified her situation to the
- point where she lost all semblance of control. One hand darted to
- nurse the red craving between her legs and the other just dug in to
- her chest, harshly squeezing and twisting, sending showers of
- cascading sparks down through her body. Her jeans were absolutely
- soaked through with sticky fluid; she could feel it cold against her
- thighs.
- "Now ain't boobs grand," whispered Embel, "and we've hardly started
- yet." The onlookers were still frozen in astonishment, their faces a
- tableau of awkwardness. With the few fleeting bits of attention Sara
- had to spare, she saw the besuited man wrench himself away and fix his
- gaze pointedly towards the elephant exhibit, though the back of his
- neck blushed a deep red. After a couple more seconds, the older
- ladies muttered something between them and hurried off with quick,
- intent steps. The man's partner - daughter? girlfriend? - was still
- staring at her, her mouth hanging open.
- "You see, what I love about them, about breasts," said Embel, savoring
- the sound of the word, "is that they're absolutely superfluous.
- They're ridiculous. The bigger they get-" and Sara felt an ominous,
- spreading heat deep inside her breasts; she could feel them filling
- her grasping fingers more fully, beginning to expand, to rise like
- dough, the rich sensation of her kneading becoming more pronounced -
- "the more utterly useless they are... but at the same time, they're so
- powerful! You hide them, you augment them, you dress them up. And
- they're a huge taboo, but they're everywhere, they're so much a part
- of your self-identity." Sara's breasts swelled in her T-shirt,
- filling it ever more tightly. She felt the slack in the fabric being
- taken up as she grabbed and pulled at herself, her swelling nubs of
- nipples poking obscenely through, still being suckled by insatiable
- little invisible mouths. The gaping young woman's eyes comically
- bugged out and, entranced, she stumbled a step or two closer, stopping
- as she reached the edge of some invisible social bubble.
- Embel continued without pause, relishing the situation. "The
- contradiction is amazing. Here's what it is: I love the fucking
- awkwardness. You see a girl with beautiful boobs, obviously showing
- them off... but you're a creep if you look at them. So do you stare?
- Do you look away? It's delicious." Sara's shirt was filled to
- capacity, uncomfortably full; she took her other hand from her crotch
- and plunged it into her firm chest. Both hands were working on her
- breasts, ravaging them in ways that would normally be incredibly
- painful, pinching and twisting and scratching. A torrent of rich
- energy coursed through Sara. Every breath was a shuddering groan, and
- the rolling boil of her arousal sent her into scattered twitching.
- The watching girl was still caught in Sara's spell, and her companion
- had turned back to watch out of the corner of his eye, an unreadable
- expression on his face.
- "They're symbols of femininity, but the great part is I can make them
- more than that. I change the whole equation. I exaggerate, I
- caricature, I make them impossible and preposterous... and what do
- they turn into?" The tightness became unbearable. Sara convulsively
- grabbed her flesh and pulled with all her might. The shirt tore
- easily, falling into shreds, and her swollen red breasts flopped
- beautifully free, impossibly reslilient, unmarked by her abuses. The
- blinding hot sensation, magnified by Embel's nibbling, became almost a
- sharp pain, and then torrents of milk sprayed out of her, a white
- deluge that spewed from her engorged purple nipples like high-capacity
- showerheads, the streams many and thick. The young woman in front of
- her was absolutely soaked, warm, white fluid pouring off of her,
- drenching her clothes. And at last Sara fell over the brink into
- orgasm, tightening every part of her body as waves of euphoric
- pleasure drowned her over and over again, the flow from her nipples
- surging with every pulse.
- "Pure. Sex."
- Embel finally eased off on the milk. Sara was left to lie upon a
- bench, her gargantuan breasts lolling to either side amidst the
- remains of her shirt, quickly returning to a healthy pink color. Each
- breath was still a soft moan. The watching girl, drenched and
- dumbfounded, stumbled up to her in a daze and tentatively reached out
- her arm, as if to make sure that what she had just seen was real.
- Sara, still riding the bliss of her unbelievable orgasm, turned her
- torso gently towards her. The girl's hand sunk more than an inch into
- Sara's soft, pliant breast.
- "So warm..." she murmured.
- Her companion walked haltingly up to her, still averting his eyes from
- Sara. "Come on, let's go," he said and pulled on her other arm. She
- was docile enough to let herself be led away.
- ***
- (some things I haven't written yet)
- "I didn't think you needed food?" Sara felt oddly like a babysitter,
- walking hand in hand with the girl down the concrete path. Embel
- bounced along cheerily.
- "Oh, I have to eat like anybody else. But the difference is, I can
- eat almost anything." The girl's face flashed with a scary smile.
- "Even yoooooouu!"
- Sara laughed nervously and tousled the girl's hair. "Should... should
- I be scared?"
- "Nah, don't worry. I've been doing fine till now off of dust and dirt
- and sweat. But flying uses a lot of energy, and I'm running on
- empty."
- The two of them arrived at a concession stand. Sara leaned down to
- the girl. "So anything here will do fine? What do you want?"
- A mad glint twinkled in the girl's eye. "Ice cream!"
- Sara paid with a ten dollar bill that she mysteriously found in her
- pocket, and they sat at a table in the shade across the path, Sara
- with a bowl of chowder and Embel with a rather tall cone of soft
- serve.
- "Wanna see how it works?" asked the girl.
- "Sure."
- Embel held her finger in the air above a paper cup on the table. A
- thin stream of clear liquid poured from her into the cup, filling it
- halfway. She swished it around; it flowed like water.
- "Now watch." She took a dollop of ice cream and dropped it into the
- cup. It fizzed for a few seconds, then stopped. The liquid in the
- cup was still clear, the ice cream totally vanished. "Looks like
- water, right? Well actually, even though I can change into almost
- anything, I can't make myself into water. Or any clear fluid. No,
- this.. is something else." She plucked a few leaves from a
- rhododendron bush by the table, dropping them in one by one. They
- fizzed and disappeared, leaving a small black silt at the bottom of
- the cup. "It's an extremely powerful solvent, and it can dissolve
- almost anything."
- Sara leaned over to look in the cup. "What's that left over?" she asked.
- "The part I can't use. Leaves aren't as easy to digest as ice cream.
- Of course, it doesn't matter to me - I just throw the rest away."
- "So why isn't the cup dissolving?"
- The girl raised an eyebrow. Oh, of course, Sara thought. Like
- always, when in doubt, it's part of her. She felt silly.
- Embel giggled, acknowledging the subterfuge. She put a finger in the
- cup and the liquid drained out back into her. "This is different from
- the other things I can make from myself. I can flip it back into my
- own substance if I'm actually touching it, but it's a fundamental
- chemical change. I don't have any control over it."
- "So I guess it's pretty dangerous."
- "You could say. You're safe because you've got a thick protective
- coating of me." The girl took a big messy slurp of her ice cream,
- getting it all over her lips. "Mmm-mmmm! Regular eating is a lot
- more fun, anyway. I like to be able to taste things." She took
- another lick. "Oh! Look at this. You know what else the stuff is
- good for? Etching." Embel grabbed a rock from the ground and held it
- tight in her hands for a couple seconds, then handed it to Sara.
- "See?"
- The rock was engraved very neatly with her name, inscribed in a
- swooshy heart. Sara found herself blushing crimson, remembering the
- same symbol on the small of the girl's back the previous night. Sara
- turned the stone over a few times.
- "That's.. really neat."
- "Ehh." Embel took the rock and threw it into the bushes. "Dime a
- dozen, I tell you."
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