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Dove and Emily decided that, for the first time in their waking lives, that they would go on a hike. It was mainly Dove’s idea, but Emily didn’t object. The whole time, Dove was slow, careful and cautious… mainly, in her words, “Trying not to die.” Emily, however, just climbed up the rock formations and roots like stairs, and made sure to catch Dove if she ever fell. In the… little over an hour that they were trekking for, Dove was starting to hate her past self for ever taking the two of them up this mountain.
If only she didn’t want to do this.
"Wait, Dove, why are we here again?" Emily asked. Dove, stuck in Sonic's form, shrugged. "I dunno. I just wanted to come up here with you. Enjoy the view." She ran off once she reached the top. Emily could sense her intention. She was looking for something. "Are you looking for End already?!" Em shouted. There was no response. "Ugh... guess I have to go find her." She faux-begrudgingly groaned. As Emily began her search, Dove already found what she was looking for. Just one drop of it was all she needed. Just one. Of course, this confused him, but who was he to refuse the first one to not immediately see him as a threat?
A small drop of black sludge on her tongue, and she could already feel it, the familiar fluid-like nature of her melting features, the stimulation within her clit as it began to bulge and End melted into the grass in front of her. Dove let out a gargled moan, attracting the attention of a certain someone, who had finally found her. "Ah-haaaa... what the hell did I just walk in on?" Emily asked, causing Dove to turn to look at her in an unnatural manner before slowly crawling over to her with the pace of a predator with cornered prey. "A- eh- what are you doing?" Emily insecurely questioned before she was grabbed and nailed to the floor.
Emily looked up... and knew.
This was Dove, and she was going to take her like she never had before.
A tendril snaked out of the hole in Dove's face and gently caressed Emily's face, covered in goop and smelling sickly sweet. As it snaked its way into her mouth, she could feel her swallow black substance that fell from it like a mother's milk, but it wasn't long before more tendrils, much more eager and gentle than the feeding one, began to caress Emily's face. She seemed to be more bothered by those ones than the one that fed her, and thus they shrunk away for a moment before getting right back to it.
Dove had to be careful. She didn't want to hurt Emily... too much. She knew it would hurt, but she didn't want it to be agony.
One of the tendrils started to gently burrow into the skin of her cheek. Emily winced, but otherwise didn't react that badly. The fluid Emily was drinking should make this much easier. Dove could already feel the skin beginning to loosen up and become more... melty. She began to let the tendrils explore within Emily's face, or what was left of it. The colorful hues of Emily's face began to darken, leaving a hole in her head. From here, Dove connected a tendril to Emily's brain. Now she could finally communicate.
"How do you feel?" Dove asked. "Weird..." Emily whined. "Not bad... but weird." Dove chuckled at that. "You ain't seen nothing yet." Dove retracted her tendrils so she could back up a bit. "The fuck you mean 'you ain't seen nothing yet?!'" Emily shouted, confused and concerned before she looked down. Her girlfriend's clit was... very large, holding something back, causing Dove to suck air in through her nonexistent teeth as she finally let whatever it was break free. Another tendril, with a tapered tip, steadily leaking some form of fluid, very similar to the one that Emily was feeding off of before.
"Are you ready?" Dove asked.
"Are you already leaking pre?" Emily asked back.
There was a silence in the air. "Listen, it's not easy holding back a tendril dick when you already know it's coming out anyway." Dove grumbled. "I'm just saying, I didn't know you wanted me that bad." Emily chuckled, but it wasn't long before she was pinned down again and the insertion had already taken place. "Clearly you did." Emily grunted. "Sh-shut up and take me!" Dove shouted inside of Emily's mind. "S-sorry, too much- c-can't hold back-" Emily interrupted her. "Perfect." There was a pause before Dove began to rut into her pussy.
"J-jeez, Em... I didn't know this was how you felt back then!" She grunted. "If I knew it felt this good, I woulda done this ages ago!" Emily was too scattered to properly speak, but they could still think to one another. "Promise?" She asked. "Oh, you know I- I- GH-" Dove couldn't hold back any longer as Emily felt herself getting completely filled to the brim with warm... whatever it was. "Ghhh... there we go... much better..." Dove sighed. "You are a natural and this is your first time... right?" Em asked. "Yeah, basically... yeah..." Dove muttered as she tilted her head. "Want me to pull out or...?"
Emily looked down at the position she was in. "I don't know... like, I know you don't knot, so you could but at the same time..." Dove finished her statement. "You don't... want to?" Emily looked away in embarrassment. "Yeah..." Dove shrugged. "Alright. We can stay like this for as long as you want." She wrapped her arms around her lover gently, the tendrils from her face returning to wrap themselves around Emily's chest. "I love you," Dove huffed. "To the end and back." Emily hugged back. "I love you too 'n' all that..." She was out of breath, that much Dove could tell. "Can you tell I'm not in my right mind?"
Dove laughed. "A little bit." And so, the two snuggled on the mountain, long enough for the color of the water and the distant mountains to begin to crumble into darkness. "It's getting late. We should go." Dove gently pulled out, careful not to hurt her barely awake girlfriend as she picked her up. "We'll be home soon."
And thus, they went home.
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Restorer glared at Dove and Emily as the former prepared a warm blanket and grabbed a couple jugs of water from the fridge for her girlfriend. "What in the world are you doing?" Restorer asked. Dove, having been coded the ability to speak again, answered plainly. "Aftercare." Restorer pinched the bridge of her nose. It was 3 in the morning... She began to grumble. "Why does your girlfriend need aftercare at 3 in the goddamn morning?" She asked. "Cuz hiking's a bitch and so is holding back." Dove explained. "Holding back wha-?" Restorer turned the light on, causing End-Dove to shield her non-existent eyes...
...but not the tendril sticking out from between her legs.
Restorer stared tiredly, trying to process what she was looking at, and Dove stared back with an unreadable expression. "You know what, I'll ask you my questions when you're fixed in the morning." She groggily mumbled as she turned off the light and went back to bed. Dove stood there for a moment before shrugging and getting back to tending to her tired girlfriend.