Laios's Heart Game

[myhungryass]

It's dark, and you are not quite conscious. You have the sense that you are climbing; that you have been climbing for a long time. You can feel the burn in your thighs, the ache in your calves. You're a little too hot, and what you're wearing is a little too heavy. You have the sense of taking a last weary, heaving step onto a plateau.



You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.

There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.

Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...

Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.

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[myhungryass]

"Mm—"

He kisses back eagerly. His teeth are a little sharper, canines elongated.

[aluminumfoil]

[of course he has fangs

his hands drag down his neck, over the fluff, though then he breaks the kiss to stare at his fingers while he carefully weaves through the lay of the feathers, not wanting to hurt his skin or pull at the quills]

Ohhhh wow...

[myhungryass]

A bit cautiously... "You—don't mind?"

[aluminumfoil]

Mind--! No. I figured something like this would happen. Or did happen...

[myhungryass]

"Wait, you think I really ended up like this...?" He's so excited all of a sudden.

[aluminumfoil]

I didn't want to get your hopes up! Don't be disappointed if this is some abstract... cerebral you. Like me up ahead...

[He grabs his hands, turning them, checking them] But it's obviously very you.

[myhungryass]

"I guess we'll just have to wait and find out."

[aluminumfoil]

I guess so. [He twirls him around!! Patting down his back. Tail,] Anyway, as long as you aren't hurt-- are your feet different hooves?? How are you even balancing--

[myhungryass]

He twirls, laughing. "One's a pig's and one's a horse's... they're pretty well matched, though... it's not hard to move at all."

[aluminumfoil]

[strokes both his hands all the way down his tail, watching him.]

[myhungryass]

It twitches back and forth as he releases it. Laios groans, muffling it behind his tiger-striped hand. "Kabruuu..."

[aluminumfoil]

[he pets right back up the thick base of it]

Does that feel as good as you always imagined it would?

[myhungryass]

"It feels amazing..."

[aluminumfoil]

I take it you know how to keep hooves in good shape even more than toenails.

[he strokes his other hand around his stomach, up the fur under his ??shirt??]

... I want you to love your body as much has I do...

[myhungryass]

It's a long shift or nightshirt type thing that goes down to mid-thigh, but there's no reason that needs to stop Kabru. Laios certainly isn't going to stop him. "I like it a lot when it's like this..."

[aluminumfoil]

[Yeah he'll hike that all the way up. It's strange, specifically skin-patterned clothing... The clothing seems the most cerebral because of that]

Then-- show me. Show it off.

[myhungryass]

He swallows hard. "Okay." He pulls the shift off over his head.

His collar of feathers goes all the way down over his deltoids on both sides, and then continues down the right arm to his elbow, at which point the scales of his talon-hand emerge from under the fluff, travelling down his forearm to the base of his claws. The left arm is tiger fur from the bicep on down, though the cap of feathers on his shoulder overlaps the fur.

On his front, the feathers stop at about collarbone level, overlapping a short-haired glossy coat like a horse's that continues all the way down to his groin. His dick is sheathed, his balls nestled in grey fur that gets a little shaggier as it continues down his thighs to his ankles.

When he spins again, the feathered part forms a V down his upper back, outlining his lower trapezius muscle and overlapping the thick buff-coloured fur that goes down his back to his lion's tail... except for the skin right over his spine, which is a bright line of emerald green snakeskin all the way down from the base of his skull, under his human hairline, narrowing to a point just above his sacrum.

He's grinning, somewhere between shy and smug, as he completes his turn to face Kabru again, his little fangs flashing.

"This is me."

[aluminumfoil]

[Just look at him.

Kabru fully forgets about breathing.

He steps up to his front, to pet his tiger furred arm, and the fur on his thigh. Stupidly and completely riveted. Here, his eyes are literally shining.]


...It's greedy. I like that.

I love that.

[myhungryass]

Laios lets out a breathless laugh and leans in to kiss him fiercely.

[aluminumfoil]

From the bottom of Kabru's heart, fuck it. This has always been Laios hasn't it, wearing a human skin, just like Kabru. Kabru reaches his arms around Laios' feathery shoulders and kisses him fiercely back, all his hungers flooding him.

[myhungryass]

In here, it still doesn't feel like that hunger could be satisfied... but it's not a frantic feeling anymore. It's less a gnawing distraction and more a capacity. An ability to take more in—to taste and eat, and eat.

That does not necessarily reflect how frantic Kabru may feel on his own account, though.

Laios drags his claws down Kabru's back, tearing his shirt. "Sorry—"

[aluminumfoil]

He's desperately glad for that difference here, it feels critical to Laios' very survival. The human heart and body-shape of him, binding his nearly impenetrable meaty flesh and its laws to the infinite.

He digested it.

Kabru's own hunger is in fact a different matter.

"Tear it off, Laios. Bite me. T--Taste me."

cw: gore... vore???

[myhungryass]

"Haah..." His breath rasps out of him. He tears Kabru's shirt off in two halves and flings it away, running his hands over him, the paw velveted, the talons drawing red welts. He nuzzles into the crook of Kabru's neck, sniffing, nuzzling—and then bites down, tearing out a chunk of meat, lapping up the hot blood as it spurts from the wound. He chews, and chews. And swallows.

Kabru knows, can feel, that some part of him just became part of Laios instead.

Re: cw: gore... vore??? R18

[aluminumfoil]

Kabru feels everything so powerfully distinctly, all the new textures and pains and softness against his body. Laios' breath, teeth, his familiar lips, the moment they grazed gently before sinking right into him, just a living blue steak. Not even human enough to be a good example of what a human tastes like. Even so, a roaring fire of sensation lights in Kabru. His hands clutch onto thick fur and feathers. He makes a pinched ecstatic laugh of pain, like it hurts so much but feels so good, and that laugh tapers off to whimpered gasping. He is crying and rock hard in one blow. The desire he has to be a part of Laios, to make Laios be a part of him, is overflowing in him. He'd let Laios eat every single bite and it would be the best thing that ever happened to him.

"How," he breathes. "How is it?"

Re: cw: gore... vore??? R18

[myhungryass]

Laios moans, red dripping from his mouth. "Good."

He pulls back, panting, but—his eyes are bright and thoughtful. He's not lost in the experience, he's analyzing it. "Strong, rich. ...a little bitter? You taste— I don't even know how to describe this flavour..."