mistymansion | just the two of us (lobco & thk)

It was her second winter here in Prismatica.

It was hard to believe that she had been here for over a year now. Time had passed so quickly she had scarce noticed it for so much had changed in such a short amount of time. The changes were largely all for the better and these days Lobco found herself doing much better than she had in a long, long time. Sometimes it felt unreal, sometimes her own lack of belief that it was ok to be happy and have hope set her back but all in all?

Lobco was happy.

She was happy for all the wonderful friends that she had found--people who reminded her of what love, respect and gentleness were, she was happy to finally be because of all that had happened with Danny who never made her feel weak or stupid, she was happy to have her future back. She could make her own decisions about her life, from as large as what she wanted to pursue vocationally, to as small as what ribbon she wanted to wear for a walk.

She was happy to have met and have by her side, Hollow Knight.

It had been several months now since they had become partners but sometimes it still felt like just yesterday and it was with barely restrained excitement that Lobco clocked out for her workday at Roman Holiday. They had all been kept quite busy now as the days had gotten colder and while she certainly appreciated the extra Chroma and Demichroma it brought she had been eager for today to be over for she had reserved a private bath for the two of them after work.

Without changing out of her uniform she hurried to the entrance to see if Hollow Knight had arrived.

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There had been many times that Lobco had thought about doing this with Hollow Knight, and always she had been a little confused about how exactly it would go. The shrimp had never really gone to far down that road since for all she knew she would never be able to have sex, or Hollow might never be interested.

Now that this was happening she had wished she had thought ahead a little more since she's really not sure what to do or say. She can get more or less what they are trying to say to her but the truth of the matter is she doesn't really know and more importantly she feels something like this should be left up to Hollow, it is after all their body. She doesn't want to feel like she is shoving off the choice but she can't really make one without taking their feelings into account.

"Ah. Is there not something that you are most comfortable with or prefer?"

The Hollow Knight wasn't a prudish creature, nor was it naive. It knew about sex, and it knew the parts the biological males, females, and those who were neither ought to have. It seemed to it that Lobco had something similar to an ovipore, and therefore it would make most biological sense to give itself something similar to an aedeagus.

However, it knew that this was not just about sense, biological or otherwise. Lobco felt things like this with a passion it couldn't conceive of, and not just because it had tried for so long not to feel or think. What she wanted might be very different to what 'made sense' to have.

As it had no preference, and no feelings of discomfort one way other the other, the Hollow Knight reluctantly lifted its hands off of her, and quickly signed.

"No. Shall I try different ones?"

"I think that would probably be best." It was difficult for her to decide because it was hard for her not to consider this a very personal matter. A part of her wondered if she was doing Hollow Knight an injustice when she put so much importance on it when it might not matter to them at all, but it was difficult to fight old habits and thought patterns.

She takes the hand they used to sign and kisses their palm.

It does not escape her that they are very likely trying to consider what may be most comfortable for her as well due to her trauma but Lobco doesn't correlate what happened to her with the type of equipment Hijoushiki had. His actions would have hurt all the same, and she knew very well that any type of person could be capable of such acts.

But she pushed those thoughts away, not wanting them to ruin the moment.

All right. It curled its fingers against her face, happy to have been kissed. Yes. Happy. It could accept that it felt that, because it was fine to feel, fine to think. Some guilt lingered, as it always would, but that guilt had no place in this moment, and it let it sink into the Void.

She had said that they had best try different ones. All right. The sensible thing, it thought, would be to create the obvious parts. That meant the aedeagus.

The shell near its pelvic area softened as it returned to Void. The Hollow Knight concentrated on changing its body. The easiest thing to make where the shadow tentacles it had been taught, and so it started with those.

The shrimp gave a small, happy hum and leaned her head into that hand. She appreciated Hollow Knight's patience with her, and these small, gentle touches set her heart aflutter.

Though instinct made her a little embarrassed about starting so directly at someone's crotch, curiosity won out and she watched as Hollow Knight altered their body. She hadn't often seen them do it, as they hadn't experienced much need to. It was so different, and apparently so much more versatile than her own abilities.

She watched as the tentacles grew, face becoming even pinker. A hand reached out to touch their chest and began to slide slowly downward, before pausing.

"May I?"

Touch was not a rare event to it anymore, and Lobco's even less than most others. It didn't jump at the contact, but rather seemed to relax against it. The tentacles curled in easy rest, and it tilted back its head as her hand made contact with its shell. Though it couldn't close its eyes, the angle gave a very real suggestion of them having been closed to slits of pleasure.

It raised a hand in the sign for go ahead, the gesture only slightly shaky as it enjoyed her slow movement.

With permission granted, Lobco's hand continued to trail down from their chest, to between their legs. The shrimp leaned in close to rest against their shell, enjoying the bug's proximity.

When she reached the tentacles she slid her fingers against one with the utmost gentleness, uncertain as to if they were sensitive or fragile. She ghosted along the curve of a tendril before curling it around.

They weren't sensitive in the way a normal phallus would be, but they did quiver when Lobco touched them. The Hollow Knight felt its head tilt back, outwith its own volition. Bodies were such odd things, when paired with minds...

... it didn't have the time to think of something like that. Not when she curled her hand around the tentacle, and held it so tenderly. If the Hollow Knight could have let out a breath, it would have. Instead, its head tilted back a little more, and its large horns gently tapped against the bath in a little thunk.

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