Anon's Compa Story Part 3

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Part 3 for you bustas
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It was autumn, the perfect season in your option if only winter was not next. In your line of work, the holidays were times of extreme workload. Granted, you were different, in a poetic line someone from Corporate had told you that “While others felt the pressure, you knew the pressure”. It was likely another residual piece of you, left from the old world, just like the feeling that weighed heavy on your heart.

Your (at this point) trademark Browning Hi Power sat on the table in front of you. The slide had some holster wear, and the grips polished by hands but it was your ever reliable companion. It was dismantled and you focused on it, remembering the facts of it that sat in your head in times of need. Nine millimeter by Nineteen millimeter cartridge, Single Action, short recoil operation via Browning tilting barrel, weighs 1 kilogram loaded with a 13 round magazine,and a 4.7 inch standard length barrel even though few of these applied to the highly modified Hi Power that you would use tonight. Built out of a .40S&W model for the more durable slide and frame then converted down to 9mm, it had a very specific use.

The safety was no longer ambidextrous, opting for a somewhat expensive conversion where the thumb side safety was a fire selector, opting between semiautomatic and automatic by interfering with the sear on that side of the gun. The standard recoil spring was out, replaced by a significantly heavier spring linked to a .3 inch longer barrel with porting, hexagonal rifling in a bizarre twist rate specifically built for the handloads you prepared for such situations. In addition, you had two boxes of 50 cartridges, carefully marked and wrapped with plastic inside the case that the custom pistol usually sat in. The handloads were special in the sense that they were prepared using machined down projectiles from Russian surplus, boasting a tungsten penetrator and was 80 grains heavier, amounting to a hefty 200 grain projectile, propelled by what should be a Magnum pistol powder. Ejected casings were useless, and were not kept, as they were both steel and mangled. The pistol’s magazine barely fit the tremendous round and you were careful to lubricate the internal front wall just for general purpose, magazine capacity was not changed, just the overall length of an individual cartridge. Your phone had a block of missed calls, all from a panicking CPU and Oracle group. Your mind was alert and sharp, you loaded the magazines for the two guns you were taking and gave maintenance to the same hunting knife given you to use in your first battle in this world.

You took a breath before finally calling them back, realizing in the back of your mind that this was by no means the first time you had to “go back” on someone, gaining revenge for whatever it was that the enemy had done. The well worn FAL sat in the rear seat of the 1986 Camaro with a pack filled with essentials. You didn’t go any slower than 85 miles an hour getting to the Planeptune Basilicom. The synthwave and roaring engine made this night feel like an old action movie, The old leather jacket you wore only exaggerated your anger, you felt your worn hands grip the steering wheel in ever increasing rage. You would take only two people to help, taking Uni and IF into your car. IF’s connections had found the enemy in minutes, the guttural engine nearly drowning out her directions. You stopped in front of a run down warehouse on the edge of town.

It was most definitely a trap, you popped the rear hatch open, retrieving a special present from the locked storage slot found in all 1982-1992 Camaros. A bandolier filled with grenades and a gloss black .357 Magnum S&W model 27 revolver filled with “bear” ammunition and a few speed loaders. You grabbed one of the gas cans out of the under rear rack and started your march to the door of the warehouse. Your demeanor had even IF concerned, who offered to help with explosives despite her misgivings.

You kicked that little shitty door in, the rotten wood frame gave before your force. To say that your mental narration was not being affected by your current situation and attitude would be a lie, you were beyond pissed. That same witch’s cackle piqued IF and Uni into a battle ready stance, you recognized the arrogant and lording voice as Arfoire’s. After your first meeting, the witch was more intimidated of you than anything, the flood of small mobs that soon met their demise was proof of that.

You turned to face the witch again, shouting one word.

“COMPA!”

The witch laughed at you. You tagged her elbow with the FAL, soon following up on her knees. Her Guard points caught most of the damage but still clearly took a good hit. The following bursts of the highly modified Hi Power ate through her shield, sending her into a panic. You let the rifle slack onto its sling and holstered the HiPower, lighting a cigar off a burning Invader’s body. You asked where Compa was again, drawing the ominous revolver, pulling the hammer back into Single Action.

To think, the arrogant wench told you to “eat shit” in her current situation, was hilarious to your blood lusting mind. With no Guard left, the Magnum’s thunderclaps were followed by screaming of a disabled Arfoire. Uni told you to stop, that you were going too far. Maybe she was right, but your interrogation came first. As the witch refused to tell you, you upped the ante, burning her with the smouldering barrel of the magnum, offering to make it quick and set this incarnation of her down with another shot. The witch caved quickly to this offer, fumbling to give you keys and the location. IF’s expression was terrified as you turned to leave. The expression only got worse when the Magnum sounded again.

You sat on the rear hatch’s flat, finishing the cigar and reloading the various weapons you had on you. Uni was scared too, granted a bit less so, and IF was clearly texting the others about the events that had just occurred. They wanted justification for your actions, you refused until you had gotten your lady back. Uni placed a hand on yours, telling you:

“I would’ve done this in a heartbeat for big sis, I’ll help you with the others”

The gesture was nice, but she had been hesitant when it happened, so you were skeptical. You stopped the car in front of another rundown building in the same block. You heard a soft sobbing from inside, breaking down the door showed you a sight you did not want to see. Compa’s clothes were torn and her body was scraped and hurt with multiple wounds that should’ve been tended. She only cried more when you held her, it had been 31 hours exactly since she had been kidnapped from your house. You couldn’t help it, you were sobbing too, even IF’s hard composure couldn’t save her from the situation, Compa was her best friend after all. It was a group hug around Compa, even hesitant Uni joined in.
As soon as she could stop crying, Compa told you:

“I knew you would come for me Onee-chan desu~!”

She somehow singled you out in the group hug, bowling you over even in her weakened state. She couldn’t get up on her own power, it was an aching pain to see her like this. You took her into your arms, carrying her to the car and setting her in the passenger seat. Compa slurped water while Iffy cautiously offered her pieces of food, the drive back was almost cheerful. Uni ended up stealing the cord for the stereo and blasted Idol Pop much to your disdain, but 5pb’s entries on her playlist were more tolerable.

The CPU’s were very variable in their responses to your treatment of the situation, only Noire saw the positives in what you had done. You had the support of Lastation, but all of Lowee thought you were beyond crazy. The idea of such a man existing in the world nearly sent Vert to the hospital in a fit of fujo-fangirlism. Neptune was serious in her Purple Heart form, asking what she was to do with someone who could likely fight a CPU and win, one handed without their weapons. Nepgear wanted to take your side, but was forced to back her sister. Compa was a little in shock, but as soon as Blanc called you a merciless killer, she snapped.

“Onee-chan was saving me and did your jobs better than you do desu!”

The room was silent with a huffing Compa angrily shaking who had taken the middle of the room.

“He only gets this way protecting me desu! He would rather die than live without me!”

They were silent, taken aback by the usually comforting and relaxed Compa. Her legs began to fall out from under her as you took her side, holding her both up and into your chest. Noire looked at Purple Heart with an expression that screamed “Do you really want to push this guy around?”. Purple Heart gave way to Neptune and the gathering decided to part ways for the night. Compa slept in your car, bandages covering her badly zip tie worn wrists and holding disinfected, treated pads to a gash on her arm.
When you carried her inside, she woke up and weakly pressed into your side with her forehead. You didn’t know how to feel about the weaker CPUs’ concern at your strength, it was not a situation you had been in before. The fact that it had overridden one of their friends being hurt irked you greatly. There was no reason for the focus of that meeting to be you. Compa wanted to talk, but was still very thirsty. You walked to the sink in the kitchen and stared at the full cup for a bit. The water reflected the moon, and for a moment yourself. You gave Compa her glass of water and she downed it, asking you to just bring a pitcher. You took out a TV tray table and set down the pitcher on her nightstand.

You reassembled your pistol there while cleaning it, Compa dozed off for hour increments and often wanted help with her bandages, medicine or whatever it was that she shouldn’t move for. The methodical process of cleaning did not set your mind at ease as it usually did, you were only comforted when you set Compa’s head on your lap, slowly petting her head. It took every fiber in your body to remain awake until you dozed off.

You awoke to Uni and IF talking in the living room, apparently they had been taking turns keeping watch and were waiting for you to wake up. You had not driven them here, IF said she had used her motorcycle to pick up Uni. IF was deeply concerned about Compa, you quietly lead them in to see your sleeping lady. Compa was sleeping, her arms were on top of the covers, both still bandaged. IF touched Compa’s hand and held the pinky finger, stifling some tears. Uni asked nervously if she would recover quickly, to be honest you had no idea. You figured it would be a relatively quick process, she had no broken bones but had been dehydrated and had a lot of tissue to repair. You felt a soft grasp, Compa pulled you in. You sat by her, careful not to undo any of the bandages as you put an arm around her.

“You take good care of me Onee-chan, I’ll make sure to be better for the harvest desu~”

You had forgotten in the panic that it was quickly approaching the time to harvest all that you had planted during spring, fond memories of Compa in a straw hat, tenderly placing seeds in holes and carefully mounding over them with her small gloved hands came to mind immediately. She saw your expression change and smiled like nothing had happened. It took a while to accept the attitude, it was your Compa that would do something like this. She didn’t care about the violence, the capture, even her own wounds. Compa just wanted her Onee-chan back to holding her like the only girl in the world and treating her like a woman should be, both kind and stern at the same time.

IF understood your actions when she saw this scene, even if very little was actually said. It would take a fool or a blind man to not see the chemistry you two had. Even after the years, one could still see little bits of that first date in every interaction, a couple still more than happy and proud to be the other’s interest. The little tangle of fingers Compa gave your left arm, the quick kiss, everything was just like a cheesy romance movie. IF and Uni ate breakfast with you but left afterwards to give you some space. You took a week off work and spent it all looking after Compa. She sat in her underwear on the bed, her lack of covering showing a few more terrible bandaged gashes on both her belly and hip.

“Onee-chan come help me…” she said meekly.

You sat on the side of the bed, Compa played with her hands nervously.

“I can’t sleep Onee-chan…”
You asked her what was wrong if she was in pain, you could ask for help from her friends at the hospital. She did not appear strained, but was pretty blushed.

“I can’t stay asleep Onee-chan, I keep having dirty dreams and waking really early up to find…”

She uncovered her lower half, showing she had given up on wearing panties and had just put a rag in between her thighs. She was dripping, the rag was already a sopping mess. You didn’t need to be given a command for what she wanted, you knew the lady needed some love. The moment you touched her breast, she shuddered and crossed an arm over the opposite breast. You got inside her, but rather than just finishing her that way, you suckled and massaged her chest. It was too much, she insisted that you just take her, but as she became unable to complain, you locked her in a kiss, massaging both of her sizeable breasts. It did her in like magic, and the tightening of her whole body pulled you into a similar condition.

She panted, stuck to you, trying to come up with words. She trapped you to her by your male-ness pretty frequently, but this time was unique. She was not the sharpest or charismatic of the girls, she finally managed out:

“Thank you, for everything, Onee-chan. I-I-I don’t feel like I thank you enough for everything you do desu~”

The woman curling up on your chest, all of the memories, everything that held you two together, was enough for you. The week was molasses to you, you were conflicted whether to enjoy the tenderness or to get your beauty healed up and by your side again. Compa was lucky, she didn’t scar like you. She told you it was because of your faith and love, which you were for some reason hesitant to believe. You changed the bandages on her gashes for the last time, her wrists and ankles had healed up well. Her cheery demeanor pushed her outside, dragging you with.
Compa bore a basket and was in some old clothes, the shirt was yours and it was so big that it went down to the end of her short shorts. Her hair was back in a single tail, still exploding out below the tie in slow, wide curls. She didn’t like the way the oversized shirt flopped around and tied a ribbon around herself, punching a hole in the shirt to keep it at the same height right below the breast. It was a sight to behold, she jogged over to you, it was pretty clear she had forgotten to put on a bra. She was a little embarrassed when she stopped, but sank into a hug nonetheless.

Harvesting was a team effort, and there was not a better team in your world. The first potato that Compa pulled out of the ground was followed by a ear piercing squee that took you by surprise.

“Onee-chan, this potato is cute desu!~”

You both sighed and smiled, placing your own in the basket. Compa had never grown her own food before, the same could be said of most people but her whole personality was a perfect fit for it. She sung songs, grazed on fresh carrots, swung off your neck with dirt covered arms, most important of all, filled as many buckets and baskets with plants as possible. She sat with you as the sun set, drinking a glass of water with dirt encrusted hands and arms to a bit past the elbow. Compa wiped her face off on your shirt, soon settling into your shoulder. You set your hand on her her knee while she was sitting cross-legged and nudged her. She set her hand in yours and you squeezed, pulling her attention to in front, where the sun was casting shadows off the mounds of dirt you two had left behind.

You didn’t think of it when you teased Compa and grabbed her breast, but as Noire arrived, she was a bit surprised to see a great dirt handprint on Compa’s shirt. Noire wanted to forgive you for her friend’s actions, you couldn’t refuse Noire’s kindness. Noire thanked that there was no hard feelings, Compa offered hot dinner, to which Noire’s grumbling stomach betrayed her intentions.

Hot potatoes wedges from the oven covered in oil, herbs and salt among grilled barbecue chicken and fresh vegetables were covering the small folding table outdoors. Noire was amazed, asking if Compa always cooked this prolifically.

“Compa loves to stuff her friends full of food, they can’t leave her house hungry.” you stated.

Any chance Noire had at escaping was over when Compa offered up a steaming cherry pie as they finished dinner. Noire was stuffed but couldn’t refuse a bite of the kitchen vixen’s latest drug. Noire was stuck, as you gave her a ride home, Compa cheerily sat in shotgun, doing a sort of dance in her seat. You wondered how many of her friends she had temporarily crippled. Your phone played old country through the speakers of the car, right now in particular, gunslinger ballads.

Giving Noire a wave off as you pulled away from the Lastation Basilicom, Compa told you to drive. She stared you down for a moment, asking how late you could stay up. You gave it a good 4 more hours before you were done in. Compa directed you across the small continent, nearly getting into the capital of Lowee before having to turn around at the 2 hour timer. The night weighed heavy over the scenery, the 4 square halogen lights on the front of your car the only major source of light besides a tiny sliver of a moon. You stopped on the dirt road, bringing a metal funnel along to refill the gas tank of the classic ‘86 Camaro. You emptied 2 cans, keeping the last to be safe and to not overfill the car. You heard a car door close quietly, Compa walked out in front of your car, probably 10 feet from the shining headlights. She beckoned you to come over. The jacket protected you from the crisp night and she unzipped it, luring you into a kiss.

As she got back in, she pressed a button on her phone, which was conspicuously leaned up against the windshield.

“You recorded that?”

“I got a new contact picture for you Onee-chan, plus the girls online will love to see this desu!”

You tousled her hair, she nearly leapt over the center console of the car, trapping you in her grasp.

“I’m tired onee-chan, lets go home.”

She barely made it to the bed, flopping on top of you.

Someone woke you up, that person almost got a fist through them until you saw a conglomeration of girls, lead by Uni and IF. In attendance, you saw Cave, MAGES, 5pb, Red, a tired Broccoli and a concerned Noire. It was already 10:30, you wanted your Sunday to yourself but apparently you wouldn’t get that. It took a while for your sleepy mind to realize that Compa was part of the group and that all the girls were in swimsuits. IF told you that they were going to the beach, and that Compa was excited to come along. You knew that it wouldn’t be possible to dissuade such a mob, and there wouldn’t be much purpose in convincing them not to anyways.

You slowly rolled the truck to a stop, letting the platoon sized group of girls bail out before you grabbed the cooler. Quickly, they found places that oddly matched their personalities. There was already a tall blonde on a towel, who ended up being Vert. You asked the woman if you could be reintroduced on a less formal footing, who gladly obliged, asking if you modeled. There truly was no helping a dedicated fujoshi, you walked away while observing the rest of the party. Broccoli had fallen asleep under a umbrella, 5pb, MAGES, Cave and Iffy were starting a game of volleyball while Red tried to convince Uni to let her apply sunscreen on Uni’s back. Noire tapped on your arm, asking if you wanted to join the volleyball game. You tried to tell her no, but saying that you were too tall and strong just came off as a challenge to the girls and soon enough it was you and Compa vs. everyone else playing with Red as referee.

It was a valiant fight, but the other girls had nearly the entire other side of the field covered in bodies. You could only land a shot with a downward shot, which could still be blocked if they put their numbers to use. Your unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt was quickly filled with sand from trying to recover, you dived at another, only to run into Compa. Lying in a pile on the ground, her face was bright red, explaining that she had been fixing her bikini top when you moved. Her red and pink heart patterned top was behind you on the ground, and Uni graciously gave you some help. It hadn’t even been a minute, MAGES had already impaled a sea urchin with a plastic fork, Cave was bullying 5pb and Vert had abducted Iffy. Red’s smug face was visible from her floating raft on the water and you knew that today had been a good choice. You pulled Compa up, her top now attached much more soundly.

The sun beat down, everyone took to the water, you and Compa stood on the edge. No amount of bickering was enough for the mob of girls, they soon drug everyone into a splash war. You offered cold cans of soda, attracting far more attention than you wanted. After a bit of a stampede and MAGES inquiring on the status of her beloved “Doctor P”, you had pacified the horde. You watched Compa’s interaction with the others in a daze, it took a while for you to realize that IF had reappeared. IF saw your gaze and sighed, she said in her usual exasperated voice:

“You know that you’re stuck with her…”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” you interrupted.


That night you got little rest, not from the love of your lady, rather an unsettling feeling that permeated your mind. It was a scary thread of thought that stuck to your restless brain. You questioned why you should rely so much on such an innocent girl to give emotional support. Compa cuddled you as a child did a parent, she was confused and bashful in the face of sexual advances, she even insisted on calling you “Onee-chan’. Despite the negatives your mind hounded, it took no effort to see the lady’s mature tendencies as well. You tried to clear your mind but saw her when you closed your eyes and felt her hands despite yours being empty. Compa's abduction wore heavy on you, despite the positive outcome. How could you possibly protect this woman…

Compa shook your side, she was concerned and wanted you to say what was on your mind. You felt bad for waking her and wanted to make some story up, you knew that such an endeavor would be in vain. It felt odd telling her this fear but her expression was absolute and determined. She took you hand, and stared deep in your eyes. Any attempt at telling her off was out of this question, she asked:

“Carry a pistol des~ka~?”

You didn't want to commit her to such a burden, but there was no dissuading the determined girl. In her tiny light pink slip on nightgown, Compa took your HiPower and quested through the house for targets and lights. She had picked up the controls watching you and quickly went to fire until you intervened. You ordered her to take the stance you would demonstrate. She tended to fire more after making a mistake, it took a while to get her fully calm and collected. It took a few hours, but she was soon enough landing rapid 3 shot groups onto targets. You told Compa that you two could go to a store and pick her own pistol up after work tomorrow..

Compa chose a similar model to yours, differences being old polymer flat grips and a lanyard ring. As soon as she could manage it, there was a thick piece of yarn covered in cute heart and chibi animal beads hanging off the lanyard loop. She stood in a more secluded corner of the store while you tried to find a place for a holster on her. Her belt pouch was filled to the brim with medical supplies, you came to the last spot of her pocketless and zipperless outfit. You set a hand on her thigh right inside her skirt, she was nervously scanning while you tried some options until you managed to adjust a drop leg holster to sit right above the edge of the skirt. You also picked up a shoulder holster for when she was at work in her blazer. She looked at you confused when you put the pistol into the holster, asking what they were for. You froze for a moment, remembering their ability to put items away into their digital storage system. She phased the pistol away, soon summoning it back.

Compa practiced all the time, often eating dinner outside with you just to keep going. You wondered how your entry into the world had affected things, noting that Compa shouldn’t be able to use a weapon from digital storage that wasn’t a giant syringe. She wouldn’t be as good a shot as you for a long time, but was clearly making progress.

The fall only got colder, Compa stuck to your side more often and longer, pining to share scarfs and hot mugs of tea. The house was colder than the old apartment, Compa could be found in front of the fireplace or wrapped in blankets whenever she wasn’t at work. It was an odd winter, it refused to snow and the lack of that insulation made everything that much colder. The house being so close to the Lowee border didn’t help any bit either, it was supposed to be the coldest winter in quite a long time. You did what you could, beefing up insulation anywhere you could and giving Compa plenty of money for a new stove, warm clothes and furnishings. Your truck was full of firewood and bags of clothing, you couldn’t help but enjoy the love of your life finally getting comfortable in thick wool. Wool thigh socks, fingerless gloves, knit cap, scarf, blanket and a new thick sweater. Her cheeks were rosy, she still wore the same plaid skirt, Compa had just found a way to wrap part of a blanket over it. As soon as Compa had seen you enter the room, she rushed over, trying to cram you into a sweater. It was probably 2 sizes too big, you joked to Compa that you could fit her inside it too.

Wait.

It took only a second for you to realize that you definitely could fit Compa in with you. Compa squealed when you stole her sweater and snagged her in a hug, pulling the giant garment over both of your heads. She turned red, Compa hadn’t worn anything under but some underwear and her generous curves were taking up quite a bit of room at two ends of the tight fit. You couldn’t complain, and neither could she when she felt your warmth. The lady looked thoroughly impressed with your sleight of hand, blushing more as she complimented you for it and your immense body heat. You teased her, asking if she wanted to burn up together.
A kiss, or 10, you couldn’t tell, they just strung together. Finesse was had done you favors, sneaking off her bra had only made her stick closer to you. You felt the atmosphere and felt that it wasn’t even necessarily sexual, Compa was genuinely that much of a wimp when it came to cold weather. If this was how you were going to spend a winter, you thanked every god you could think of. Compa’s slender arms wrapped around you inside the woolen tube, she said she wanted to just stay here for as long as you would let her. There was nothing you could hear besides the crackle of burning wood and the sounds of Compa’s body. Her soft shifts, breaths and most of all, you could both feel and hear her heart through her breasts pressed nearly flat to your chest. You could feel the blush on your face, it was a rare event to see and Compa couldn’t help but match the appearance. Your hearts beat at the same pace. You both stayed for as long as you could bear, Compa’s face soon pressing into yours uncomfortably. Her breath was long and deep, her speech was shaky and you could see the tremble in her expression.

“On-n-nee-chan~~~” she exhaled

You waited for a response while she settled back onto your chest.

“I-I-I, love this~~~” again sounding out of breath.

Compa’s right hand was curled up and resting below her heavily flushed face, you could feel the arm in between you and her, settling into her cleavage. You were a bit confused, she wasn’t trying to wrestle you out of you few remaining garments, rather just trying to soak in every moment of your close touch. Her eyes sank a bit, almost appearing sad as she said,

“I-I can barely make it through a workday without you somedays, by the end of some I would trade all the money I made just for your touch, or a wonderful chat…”

You couldn’t hold back, Compa’s every fiber wanted to just be with you. You could see it in her eyes, she couldn’t hold back either.

“L-l-let’s do - - - do this more, I-I can’t - - - I ....”

She looked deeply upset, you pressed her cheek with a hand, asking what was wrong.

“I’m sad… I can’t tell you, no I can’t find a way to say - how much I love you…”

You told her to not cry, you might follow her. She smiled a bit, wiping away watery eyes. You held her like the world would end if you let go.

You didn’t move until it was time to cook dinner. Compa didn’t whine as you slid out, she just asked you to do that again with her soon. She wore the extra large sweater into the kitchen, she had to pull the sleeves over themselves and pin them rather than roll them they were so long. It was so long it worked as a dress, her warm unrestrained rack somewhat exposed through the giant neck. Compa swooned over you like it was one of the first dates again, like a dam had been broken in her heart. She asked you to sit down.

Compa sat on your knee, like a child talking to Santa. You teased her about what she wanted for Nepmas, soon realizing a great mistake. Compa wanted you for a present, nothing else or less. Even though she came off shy in execution, it was the thought that counted. You thought up a plan, to give her what she wanted. Every weekend, you would do one of Compa’s favorite things with her, all the special little things that you never did or should do more.

Compa wasn’t a particularly needy girl, a simple pep talk from you could raise a crappy day into a pretty good one and she only needed emotional support when things went horribly wrong. As much as you hated to sound demeaning towards your love, she was a bit too “out there” to get distraught over little things. The thing Compa needed from you was care, not just for her sake. Any amount of comfortable chats, snuggling or sharing was welcome to your lady. She was honestly quite simple in this aspect, but the simplicity only made it further into a need. Compa needed someone who could give her the love back that she was willing to give. Every inch she could get out of you, she would take gladly and return it to you sugar coated.

You started the first weekend of your plan with something that Compa loved about the cold, possibly one of the only things she loved about the cold.

The trees were increasingly barren but that didn’t influence the mood at all, Compa was elated to be able to share a scarf and walk with you. The soft, massage like motion she pressed into you on a park bench was captivating, you only got up and started moving again because of a nippy wind starting up. Compa’s plaid wool coat was a prized piece of her wardrobe and feeling the soft material throughout her movements drew out memories of the first winter, when you two proudly sported your engagement rings everywhere you went.

“Did I forget something special Onee-chan?”

Telling Compa that this was just a date to mix things up during the hectic holidays was an immediate success, she tugged on a button of her coat as she gazed away, her breath making little clouds as she took your arm again with a smile. Any attempt at hiding her glee was futile, her smile couldn’t get any bigger by the time you ducked into a local coffeehouse. The place was pretty empty, but you took up very little space anyways, sharing a living room style reclining chair with Compa.

You brushed locks of hair away as she blew on her steaming cup of tea. The old man at the register nodded at you, giving a grin. Compa intentionally loosed her hair, letting it curtain around your faces as you kissed. Your wife’s usual warm smile had evolved, any attempt at escaping such radiant positivity and love was impossible. You swore you only had one arm anymore, one seemed like it was always in Compa’s caring grasp. She played with your fingers a bit in her lap as you took a swig of coffee. She giggled after nodding off for a moment, totally relaxed on your shoulder. When you took your empty cups up to the old man, he just said “lucky man”, you couldn’t say he was wrong.

Even with the endless workdays of the holidays you couldn’t help but feel like you just teleported in time to the next weekend with Compa. As ridiculous and childish as it was, you built a snow cave with Compa, both of you covered in snow from playing. Sure you went easy on her, but her victorious cheers were like music you ears. She laid on your chest in the cave, you couldn’t help pulling her closer, warming her rosy cheeks with your hands. Her eyes told her feelings better than any amount of words could. They fluttered and came to rest relaxed and utterly enamored, often getting locked in with yours in a sort of staring contest. Even after she caved in the construct on your heads by absent mindedly trying to stand up, Compa couldn’t do anything but stick to you, even at the dinner table she refused to sit anywhere but the bench side.

You found yourself distracted at work more often, a warming tide often wiping over your mind. You hadn’t felt this way since you first met Compa. Even the moment before bed, you felt her soft, slender but nicely curvy limbs wrap around you. It wasn’t a single night either, between the cold and her ever intensifying love there was no escaping the small woman’s grasp. You weren’t perfect, one night you made the mistake of sitting down to eat without even giving her a kiss. You would think you had killed Compa’s favorite pet by the way her eyes drooped as she sat down next to you. A quick antidote shaped her up, at least you hoped it would be quick, you were starving. She stole your lips for as long as you would let her. As soon as you got away, Compa shivered, sliding a finger across her lips and leaning into you. To say she was a devoted wife would be an understatement; you were almost concerned that even the idea of there being other girls in existence would soon become a concern of hers.

You trapped her, giving her one of the best presents you could give. You traded her usual nighttime position, wrapping her softly as you could in yourself. Compa’s eyes were hearts, she teared up. Wiping the little tears of joy out of the corners of her eyes only made her worse, it was a ridiculous scene but you would deal with it. Her little hands were balled up at her collar, she couldn’t help but give out a shining smile. The true cherry on top was when she returned your usual favor (granted with quite a bit more emphasis), leaving a smooch on your neck as you drifted to sleep.

You woke up to a phone call from your boss, saying that there was late airplanes and that work would be delayed by 2 hours. This intrusion distracted you until you hung up and became a bit more aware, soon noticing Compa’s raised pulse, deep blush and soaking undergarment. You figured it was a good time and woke her up by carefully caressing one of her breasts. The moment she woke up, one of her hands shot to her panties as she tried to tell you that she was ok and didn’t need any attention. As soon as you told her that you had a late start at work, that song changed instantaneously. She couldn’t ask for herself but you got the message by her tug at you boxers.

She wanted to give you a little something extra and it was a bit much. When Compa finally got off of you, you literally hurt. She was still quivering even while cooking you some breakfast. You rubbed the top of her hand as you sat together on the table. She got a call, a bizarre hour for anyone but it was Histoire, who was known for bizarre timetables. The moment you got up to leave, she stopped you.

“Onee-chan…”

You stopped, she had your free hand in both of hers.

Compa was actually crying this time.

“I-I talked-d-d, to H-Histy…”

You sat down with her, taking her head onto your chest. Her sobbing was matting her hair to your uniform.

“S-S-he says-”

You stop Compa, locking eyes.

“Collect yourself, this isn’t how my love would behave.”

She gulps down tears and barely coughs out:

“Histy says I’m too niche of a Maker and the game market is slowing down, whatever that means. I can’t have a child studio”

Compa’s biggest aspiration in life, stolen from her by birth. Ironic almost.

She immediately breaks down again, sobbing into your chest as much as the somewhat thin cotton would absorb and her tear ducts would allow. You contemplate taking the day off, but it’s not even an option in your company during this time of year.

You worry all day about her, nothing could prepare a girl like that for this. The least Histoire could’ve done was tell you as well. Even just your speaking it could’ve lessened this blow by a little bit. You call the hospital on break, they say that Compa called in sick today. The damper on your day is set.

You get home and she’s stuck on the couch, blankly staring at a half empty glass of water and an off TV. She has a pillow grasped in her arms, wrapped over her chest. Seeing you just makes her well up a bit again.

“I-I-I’m sorry I’m a bad wife Onee-chan…”

You had never seen her like this, you sent a text to IF telling her to come as quick as possible. It seemed Iffy and yours’ presence calmed Compa a bit. Once IF understood the situation, she too was a bit sad.

You couldn’t think anything up, the silence was deafening in that room.

You light up like a light bulb, remembering your duty to the woman you had promised your life to.

“COMPA! Remember it was supposed to be impossible for me to come to this world!”

She only sulked more until you pressed more, asking if she would let someone else decide if she gets her dream or not.

You pressed that little determined and stubborn button in her mind, Compa was so fired up she almost went for Histoire’s scalp until you reminded her that it was just a matter of her own dedication.

Her hands made fists and were pressed into her collar as she announced:

“Hiding won’t make me a better Maker, only make my dreams not come true!”

She was still crying but as she took your hug again you could feel that same light rekindling in her heart that had existed for the entire rest of your relationship. You thanked your recent actions, such a coincidence was surely helping her recover. Iffy offered Compa a challenge in firearms, one that Compa could not turn down in such a riled up state.

You might not be able to predict the future, but this lack of security. This ever present discomfort was a bane on your state of mind. But.

But.
You could never forget the rollercoaster that made this life worth living. All the tears, loss of sleep and anger. You didn’t know if Histoire was right and it was impossible, but you would damn sure try to unleash a compact copy of you or Compa upon the world.

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finished until I get the Pilot for my new story written, I might write more on this as I think of stuff
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