Chapter 26: Scene 26 – Snapped Shut

Venus felt something stir in her chest as her hand grasped the zipper of Holly's suit. Slowly and deliberately, she peeled the zipper back. One hand remained at rest upon her shoulder, and the other tugged expectantly at the metal handle. She wasn't sure what to expect underneath the mascot's mask.

Holly's legs and her own were entangled on the mattress they'd embraced on moments prior. Venus could feel them shifting and twisting, their bodies tangling more and her chest pressing against the mascot's own. Holly let out another gasp, grasping at the mattress with her gloves. "Just make it quick; my zzipper is senzzitive."

"Sensitive?" Venus cooed. "I'll have to remember that." What had she done with the malice she'd saved in ancient times? Venus tried to call upon her ancestral memories, lurid visions rising to the forefront of her memory. "Oh, right." She mostly sucked them off or lay with them in bed. Well, that wasn't the most helpful of visions, but enlightening nonetheless.

Holly's zipper wrapped around her neck until the point that her helmet could be freed. Tugging gently on the head of the mascot, Venus pulled the helmet away and looked at the shadowy figure within.

Holly was a slurry of black honey in the shape of a person; much of her original form had been lost to her transformation. Her eyes were decorative, her hair now a neatly trimmed layer of ooze blossoming from her crown. Soft and full lips parted to take breath, toxic bubbles oozing to the surface.

Venus took a deep breath. This was not something she knew how to solve. Strictly speaking… Holly no longer had eyes to close. Her fingers cautiously reached forwards, trying to shift some corrupted honey to cover Holly's eyes.

"That tinglezz…" Holly hissed in delight. "But my eyes will not clozze, will they?" Holly's eyelids closed, but she could still see. Tears dripped down her cheeks, big globs of honey and slime. "I'm never going to be able to clozze my eyes again…."

"Hold on, don't give up. Let me do something for you first." Venus leaned her head close, pressing her forehead to Holly's own and silencing her hyperventilation. Venus had to focus carefully for this next part. Her fingers slid upwards from their position on Holly's eyes, imbibing the corrupted honey.

Venus shuddered as the corruption entered her body; if she weren't careful, she might break from tasting the ichor alone. Nobody would want to see what a corrupted Nebulossom looked like. When her fingers left her mouth, they pulled a sparkly pink fiber alongside them. As a clown might tug on a napkin rope, Venus removed an entire glittering cloth from her lips.

"Why don't we try this again, but with a blindfold?" Venus smiled, dangling the pink cloth strip in front of Holly.

"How did you," Holly buzzed before a finger pressed against her gooey lips.

"Insects don't share secrets in sex. We can talk about this afterward." Wrapping the blindfold around Holly's eyes, Venus seemed satisfied with her work. Her artifact adhered to the slime's surface, and the fibers clicked into place. Venus blinked as her cloth began to shift and shudder, grease spreading across the surface and the shade of pink shifting the blindfold to an amber hue.

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"What does that even mean?" Venus questioned, but Holly could only guess what was puzzling the Nebulossom. She was blind to the world and all her status messages; the world was blind to her. Holly let out a breath of relief as her vision was impaired.

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To Holly's credit, blindness did not mean she could not see. To her gooey eyes, everything had seemed so flimsy. The two of them sat upon a wooden stage, a vast curtain obscuring them from the outside. The curtain was sparkly pink and amber; she could reach out and tug the fabric out of the way, peek at the world beyond, but she wouldn't dare.

The expectations of her audience had worked her into a panic. She had to entertain them and make sure they remained happy. She had to make them laugh when they wanted jokes, to provide them with lurid phrases. Holly was afraid of what might happen if she made a misstep. What would happen if they'd all left, leaving Holly to perform to a crowd of nobody?

Rows of shadowy figures sat waiting behind that curtain, having streamed in after her misadventures with Amanda. Some grumbled impatiently, checking their phone; others shoveled popcorn into their mouth or held tight with the expectation of romance to come. They were interested in her every movement, giddily chirping and watching her every move.

The audience spoke amongst themselves, but Holly could not make out their words; it was all a faint buzz to her. What mattered right now was that the curtains remained closed. Like this, they could not see her. Object permanence was a thing of the past; denial and delusion were the way of the future.

"I was thinking we could start with something easier," Venus cooed. "We could start by drinking nectar from the pouch." Her fingers crawled up Holly's suit, squeezing her breast and eliciting a gasp.

"That sounds pleazzant," Holly panted back, her attention frayed between the curtain and the beautiful bug caressing her. The beautiful bug? Holly blinked, and a fog haunting her mind cleared up. The insect references, pink thread, and the long tongue; these were all signs that the creature pinning her against the mattress was extraterrestrial.

"Then we can start by pleasuring you there." Venus tugged against the front of the suit, unzipping Holly's clothes and exposing her tarry breasts. Venus dragged her tongue against the lumps of honey and fat, groaning in satisfaction.

"That ticklezz," Holly buzzed sheepishly as Venus sampled her flavor. The bug against Holly's breast pulled away, catlike ears twitching. Venus rankled her fuzzy little snout, licking her fangs with a black-stained tongue. The tinges of her whiskers were crept in black, each taste bringing her closer to the brink of her sanity.

"It tastes nice," Venus murmured in Holly's ear, stroking her cheek with a thumb. "Let me know if you hurt, Holly. I want you to feel safe." Venus was cautious, trying to protect the mascot from another panic attack, but she had already solved the problem at its root. Why would Holly need her to stop?

At the same time, her eyes were starting to lose focus. The addictive nature of Holly's honey had set in and encouraged the magical warrior to drink more and more. Holly was aware that her influence was starting to corrupt the Nebulossom. If she continued at this rate and Holly did not exercise the same care that Venus was exercising towards her, their lovemaking would soon meet a disastrous conclusion.

But at this moment?

"Drink azz much azz you need, Nebulossom," Holly cooed, squeezing her chest and feeling honey dribble from the teat. "You win our game. I am yourzz to command."

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