Warm Fuzzy Feelings
Anime Vore, GTS, GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 81
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
The morning came, bringing with it the sound of birds chirping and Wanta barking at passing pedestrians. People woke up and one in particular woke up feeling very good. Kouta first thought when he awoke was, where was this warm, fuzzy feeling coming from? He felt comforted and content, like he was waking from a good dream. In that moment, Kouta felt at peace with the world.
“Uuhh.”
Kouta’s eyes opened and he became alert at the sound of the incoherent grunt from behind him. Fully awake, he felt someone’s arms around his waist and their weight being pressed into him from behind. Twisting his head back, he saw a mop of bright pink hair, with two stubs coming out from the top. Knowing few people with pink hair and only one with stubs, Kouta knew it was Lucy holding him.
If it had been anyone else, Kouta would of certainly of panicked at the moment he woke up. However, the thought of moving Lucy didn’t sit well with him and he remained still to let her keep on sleeping. He could only guess why she had crawled into his bed, but it probably had something to do with her being lonely. He saw it every time he looked into her eyes, a sense of isolation that she couldn’t escape from. It tore him up inside to see her feeling so alone, even in his company, but he had noticed that when thy were alone, talking, laughing, for just an instant, her loneliness faded.
Perhaps that was why he couldn’t find it in himself to hate her for killing his sister and father or be disgusted by her lack of empathy for nearly everyone around her. No matter how much she hurt other people, no matter how many lives she destroyed, none of the pain she inflicted could equal her own. He didn’t pity her for that, but instead wanted to take that pain away and see her smile again. Her smile had always made him happy. He first saw it when they met as children, going to the zoo and playing in the water. Her smile that summer day so long ago had been brighter then the hot July sun. He would never see a smile like hers again, until he found a naked girl on the beach, only able to say Nyu. Her smile had shone just as brightly as that girl he met on that hot summer day. He wanted to see that smile again, not on Nyu’s innocent face, but the world-weary face of Lucy.
“Kouta.”
Hearing his name muttered, Kouta looked behind his shoulder again to see if Lucy had awoken. Her eyes remained closed; she had just been talking in her sleep. Kouta let out a sigh and relaxed. A small smile formed on his lips, she was thinking about him even in her dreams. In her sleep, Lucy nuzzled her self closer to Kouta, pushing her face over his shoulder so they were practical cheek to cheek. Her body pressed firmly into Kouta, causing the boy to blush as her breasts compressed into his back. She felt so warm against him, like a ball of fuzz. She fit into him perfectly, giving off the sense that they were made for one another. If she were to ask him to join him in bed again, he didn’t think he would be able to protest. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, so close to him that he could feel her breath blowing by him. She looked so beautiful and peaceful sleeping, it was hard to fathom that she had killed and eaten hundreds of people.
One of her eyes cracked open, exposing her blood red iris. Her crimson eye met his ocean blue eye and they remained like that for a minute. Either didn’t say anything or move. Lucy made the first move by unlatching her arms from around Kouta’s waist, but before she could pull back, he grabbed her wrist. He turned over on his side so they could be face to face. Mere inches from their faces touching, they stared at one another.
“Stay,” he simply said. Relief filled Lucy’s eyes. She had feared his reaction to waking up beside her, expecting to see disgust or discomfort. Instead, Kouta’s own smile greeted her, which she found brighter then Kouta found her own.
“I’m sorry I came crawled into your bed, I was feeling…alone,” Lucy told him, ashamed to admit her own weakness. After satisfying her hunger last night with that rapist scum, Lucy had felt like she’d betrayed Kouta. By killing, even out of necessity, she may of brought new horrors upon his life. She wanted to be good, try to pass off as a human, but she needed to feed even more then she needed to kill. What she feared most of all, wasn’t the killing, but of Kouta finding out. If he asked her, she would tell him. That was one thing she’d decided, no more secrets, no more half-truths. Anything that Kouta asked her, she would answer.
“It’s alright, I know what it feels like to be alone,” Kouta said, trying to sooth her. “We all get lonely sometimes.”
“I’m lonely all the time,” Lucy said before she could think. Kouta looked hard at Lucy, whose own eyes had broken contact. So many people saw her as a monster, even herself, but he saw something different. She was what she was and nothing could change that. She hated herself because she couldn’t act human, no matter how hard she tried. However, how could she act human because she wasn’t, and she believed that no one would love her because of that. She was wrong.
“Then lets be lonely together.” Kouta’s arms enveloped Lucy and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do. Slowly, she wrapped her own arms around Kouta’s back and held him tightly. That warm fuzzy feeling that Kouta had gotten when he awoke returned, but this time, Lucy felt it as well.
“Uuhh.”
Kouta’s eyes opened and he became alert at the sound of the incoherent grunt from behind him. Fully awake, he felt someone’s arms around his waist and their weight being pressed into him from behind. Twisting his head back, he saw a mop of bright pink hair, with two stubs coming out from the top. Knowing few people with pink hair and only one with stubs, Kouta knew it was Lucy holding him.
If it had been anyone else, Kouta would of certainly of panicked at the moment he woke up. However, the thought of moving Lucy didn’t sit well with him and he remained still to let her keep on sleeping. He could only guess why she had crawled into his bed, but it probably had something to do with her being lonely. He saw it every time he looked into her eyes, a sense of isolation that she couldn’t escape from. It tore him up inside to see her feeling so alone, even in his company, but he had noticed that when thy were alone, talking, laughing, for just an instant, her loneliness faded.
Perhaps that was why he couldn’t find it in himself to hate her for killing his sister and father or be disgusted by her lack of empathy for nearly everyone around her. No matter how much she hurt other people, no matter how many lives she destroyed, none of the pain she inflicted could equal her own. He didn’t pity her for that, but instead wanted to take that pain away and see her smile again. Her smile had always made him happy. He first saw it when they met as children, going to the zoo and playing in the water. Her smile that summer day so long ago had been brighter then the hot July sun. He would never see a smile like hers again, until he found a naked girl on the beach, only able to say Nyu. Her smile had shone just as brightly as that girl he met on that hot summer day. He wanted to see that smile again, not on Nyu’s innocent face, but the world-weary face of Lucy.
“Kouta.”
Hearing his name muttered, Kouta looked behind his shoulder again to see if Lucy had awoken. Her eyes remained closed; she had just been talking in her sleep. Kouta let out a sigh and relaxed. A small smile formed on his lips, she was thinking about him even in her dreams. In her sleep, Lucy nuzzled her self closer to Kouta, pushing her face over his shoulder so they were practical cheek to cheek. Her body pressed firmly into Kouta, causing the boy to blush as her breasts compressed into his back. She felt so warm against him, like a ball of fuzz. She fit into him perfectly, giving off the sense that they were made for one another. If she were to ask him to join him in bed again, he didn’t think he would be able to protest. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, so close to him that he could feel her breath blowing by him. She looked so beautiful and peaceful sleeping, it was hard to fathom that she had killed and eaten hundreds of people.
One of her eyes cracked open, exposing her blood red iris. Her crimson eye met his ocean blue eye and they remained like that for a minute. Either didn’t say anything or move. Lucy made the first move by unlatching her arms from around Kouta’s waist, but before she could pull back, he grabbed her wrist. He turned over on his side so they could be face to face. Mere inches from their faces touching, they stared at one another.
“Stay,” he simply said. Relief filled Lucy’s eyes. She had feared his reaction to waking up beside her, expecting to see disgust or discomfort. Instead, Kouta’s own smile greeted her, which she found brighter then Kouta found her own.
“I’m sorry I came crawled into your bed, I was feeling…alone,” Lucy told him, ashamed to admit her own weakness. After satisfying her hunger last night with that rapist scum, Lucy had felt like she’d betrayed Kouta. By killing, even out of necessity, she may of brought new horrors upon his life. She wanted to be good, try to pass off as a human, but she needed to feed even more then she needed to kill. What she feared most of all, wasn’t the killing, but of Kouta finding out. If he asked her, she would tell him. That was one thing she’d decided, no more secrets, no more half-truths. Anything that Kouta asked her, she would answer.
“It’s alright, I know what it feels like to be alone,” Kouta said, trying to sooth her. “We all get lonely sometimes.”
“I’m lonely all the time,” Lucy said before she could think. Kouta looked hard at Lucy, whose own eyes had broken contact. So many people saw her as a monster, even herself, but he saw something different. She was what she was and nothing could change that. She hated herself because she couldn’t act human, no matter how hard she tried. However, how could she act human because she wasn’t, and she believed that no one would love her because of that. She was wrong.
“Then lets be lonely together.” Kouta’s arms enveloped Lucy and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do. Slowly, she wrapped her own arms around Kouta’s back and held him tightly. That warm fuzzy feeling that Kouta had gotten when he awoke returned, but this time, Lucy felt it as well.
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