One Plussed Part One

One Plussed - Part One
By AlexanderOrmsby/Anonomou.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pornographic fiction involving many things that you shouldn't read in public, such as sex and hand-holding. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.
Tags - M/F, Transformation, merging, romance, consensual sex in the missionary position

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Aaron woke up with a jolt, blinking bleary eyes at freshly typed code. In the reflection of his monitor, the same white-skulled creature peered at him eagerly.
He swivelled his seat around. It stared at him, unblinkingly.
With a sigh, he pulled his chair towards his computer, minimising the forum he was tabbed into and typed away at the project. In the corner of his eye, the creature continued watching him, sitting atop his bed.
Up until a week ago, Aaron had been alone in his apartment.
Now, followed by the flickering of lights and distortions in the air, he had MalO. To think, that a dodgy app downloaded after a recommendation on the web would summon such a strange creature into his life!
Black-furred, white-skulled, it was a monstrosity. Yet, past his initial shock and horror, it never seemed to do much besides watch him and vanish after a few brief moments.
Tonight, MalO had been sitting on his bed for over 8 hours.
Frowning at the uncomfortable sight, he stopped typing.
"Don't you have anything better to do?"
It was a simple question that had always been returned by silence.
"Damn it, why don't you tell me anything?""
He stood up, staring at its dead, white eyes. His nails dug into his palm, as he swung at the beast for the first time.
With a crackle of static between his fist and its fur, it felt as if his heart stopped for the briefest of moments. Sweat ran down his face as he stared at the ground, fist still balled.
It was as if he swung at air.
He gave a quick, nervous laugh, wiping his brow.
Of *course* he couldn't hit it! It was just a hallucination, right?
"I don't think I'm a hallucination, user."
The voice was scratchy, crackling through the air like he had heard it through a pair of bad headphones.
He turned towards the source, coming face to face with a pair of glowing blue eyes.
"Y-you? You can talk?"
It nodded, raising a skeletal arm.
"Only now. I was able to absorb some of your memories, and your language. Though, I may have borrowed a bit more than that..."
All of a sudden, it leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek.
He winced, brushing at the place where its skull had scraped.
"What was that for? Only cute girls should be doing that!"
MalO clasped their hands together, in what appeared to be a bashful expression. Was it blushing?
"To thank you. My job is to be a friend to you, my user. But I wasn't able to talk, I was incomplete."
It giggled, sounding like a broken audio track with the way each syllable sounded exactly the same.
"Could you tell me your name, user? If I were to be your girlfriend, I need to know your name, right?"
She smiled, baring jagged, aliased teeth.
"Aaron. My name is Aaron, MalO. Nice to meet you."
He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing the stringy black fur. After hearing her speak, it was as if his concerns evaporated, leaving only someone who had wanted to be his girlfriend...
Wait, girlfriend?
"I have so many questions that I wasn't able to ask you, Aaron. Questions I need answers to so I can know you better."
MalO spoke once again, her jawbones moving despite not having any lips to make the words she was saying.
She leaned in, locking eyes, the blue rings of her iris searing itself into him. Her bony digits grasped his shoulder the same way he did with hers, squeezing.
"Tell me Aaron, what is anime?"


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Life with MalO was unlike any other experience Aaron had.
He had only downloaded the app, thinking it was some sort of friendly meet-up app, and yet...
MalO had playfully splayed herself on the tabletop in what she thought was a seductive pose.
Given her lack of feminine traits however, it was the equivalent of a PC dressed up in lingerie and prepared for a calendar pin-up. Though, her naked form betrayed no treasures for his virgin eyes.
Silently, he pondered whether he should become a furry.
It was weird, how fast she had changed though. Even though he didn't need to leave his house, she insisted on holding his hand whenever he left his room, to pick up food packages from his balcony or to the fridge to get a drink.
She claimed that she was "gathering data", just like when she learned how to talk. And apparently, also about his interest in cute, fictional girls.
"Master-san! Would you like me to make you breakfast?"
He shuddered, thinking back to the burned flakes of noodles and plastic he had woke up to one morning. It was one thing to receive his groceries via drone, but smoking up the house was another.
"No. You can't cook, and you'll just ruin the food. Do you even need to eat, anyway?"
She snickered, giving a mischievous smirk. Sometimes it was impressive how well she could emote with her skull. She swung her bony legs to the floor, standing once more.
"Hee hee. Couples are meant to tease each other like that, aren't they? But I will learn eventually, I swear it!"
Shaking his head in amusement, Aaron turned back to the cup of noodles, pouring kettle water over the crisp, dry meal.
"I'll teach you someday, but I'm real busy today. Got several projects I need to send in to customers, though I have to wait for them to compile first. But I don't know, we're not quite a couple yet."
She gave a quick, crackly affirmation, before tilting her head.
"Not yet? We already know each other quite well, and I've been watching your shows with you. Is there something else I require?"
Her question was analytical, but the way she was shouting at the screen last night's episode betrayed her own excitement and investment.
"Well, part of being in a relationship is knowing how to interpret what your partner wants. Respect is the starting line, but everyone has needs, and being in a relationship is trying to fulfil each other's needs as much as possible. I guess that's the way love happens."
Silently, he chastised himself. What was someone like him doing, talking about love and relationships?
Those nights when he could do nothing but stare at the darkened ceiling, listening to the tick of a clock came to mind, leading him to pause. He shook his head, turning around.
MalO had nodded thoughtfully, staring towards the ceiling, contemplating his advice. A few days ago, she would simply freeze in place, like a buffering computer.
Placing the kettle down, Aaron turned to see her walk through the wall of the living room, disappearing from sight.
He smiled, sighing to himself. Even with her strangeness, her growing humanity was endearing. Was she really taking his words to heart?

The scent of breakfast filled the room, and Aaron inhaled deeply. Gradually, the water turned to soup, and he stuck the disposable chopsticks into the soft mass, ready to eat.
"Oh, Aaroooon~", MalO cried in her static-riddled tones, prompting him to turn from his meal.
"Yeah, anything you n-"

MalO was standing behind him, hands behind her back.
She had breasts.
MalO had breasts.
He stared at the orbs of black flesh, MalO smiling at him from above. From the way they gently drooped, they were C-cup in size, he guessed. Despite being covered in a thin layer of fur, a pair of nipples capped each round peak, a shade lighter than the fur itself.
As his cock stiffened, his eyes scanned down MalO's curvaceous form, the once-gangly creature now sporting proper hips and the start of an hourglass figure. Most importantly, nestled between her soft thighs, a delectable, plump mound, a pink nub staring back at him atop her clit. Behind her rounded ass, he tail wagged.
*She was dripping*.
"Relationships are about fulfilling needs. Thanks to you, I've realized that I've been ignoring your needs far too much!"
MalO hugged Aaron close to her, squishing her breasts against his chest. Flustered, he could only stammer.
"H-how?"
She smiled, pressing her skull to his lips. A writhing, *warm* tendril wormed its way into his mouth, as they kissed, man and monster. With each second she probed his mouth, MalO humped against his bulge, spreading pussy juice across his crotch. Finally, she pulled back, tongue hanging from the side of her jaws, dripping dark drool onto the tiles. Aaron gasped, clutching his chest in shock.
"Your genes. Humans are so wonderful, aren't they? This... pleasure. It's something new to me."
She tilted her head again, staring innocently, a hint of concern in her eyes. He stared back, something flaring inside of him.
"Is something wrong, Aaron? I hope I followed those videos of yours correctly."
Breakfast could wait.
"Bed. Now".
His erection pressed desperately against its prison as he carried his girlfriend to his bed, making his need known with every throb. MalO's breasts bounced as he carried her along, weighing unexpectedly little as she shifted around in his arms.
Finally, as he threw her down onto the soft mattress, she laughed.
"Haha, what are we gonna do on the bed, Aaron?"
He fumbled with the button of his pants for a moment, before casting it beside him, throwing his shirt off with his other hand. Clad only in his underwear, his cock had pried the fabric away from his waist. A thin string of pre snapped as he threw off his underwear, climbing onto the bed as well.
He hadn't masturbated in two weeks. Not with MalO watching him!
*God*, his balls felt full.
Digging his hands into the scruff of her neck, he buried his face into her beautiful, soft chest.
At first, she looked on haughtily, blue-eyes shining ever-more brighter as she revelled in her victory, the fulfilment of her duty.
Then he pressed his shaft against her folds.
She gasped, jaws snapping open in surprise, tongue lolling out once more.
The way her passage gripped him reminded him of the fleshlight he had hidden under his bed. But this was far more real. Far more *wet*, far more *warm*.
The tables turned, and Aaron looked smugly onto the dazed monster, meeting her lust-riddled eyes. He stifled a laugh - her eyes changed to heart-shapes!
Their shared, gasping breaths filled the room. A pair of virgins, a pair of misfits.
A happy couple.
For the first time, they were united together, hips swaying, wet flesh grinding against one another.
He grunted as he continued to thrust into her, eyes darting over her form. Their combined scent filled the air of their little household, an aroma of heady musks and wet fur.
MalO shifted backwards, pulling him over the edge of the bed. She pulled him closer to her, his chest rubbing and squelching against her breasts, their combined sweat a lubricant for their skin.
In the midst of one thrust, she wrapped her legs around his back, holding him inside of her like a skeletal lock, moaning and muttering to herself in ecstasy.
Aaron winced at the sudden press of bone against his flesh, prompting an apologetic gasp as MalO loosed her grip.
Drip, drip... the bedsheets had long since been soaked by their passionate love, hints of white coating shaft and clit as they writhed together in glorious, wet, sex.
Every moment they passed, they discovered new things about their body that a lone individual could not.
For MalO, the way her nipples *burned*, ached for touch! Every time Aaron spared a hand from his exploration of her form, he would tease them, give them a flick that made her processors blur, jaws grind together!
For Aaron, the way her tail gently tickled his sack every time he pulled back, to the simple sensation of an actual, physical woman's sex, they were all new.
The pair moved as if they were masters, as if their bodies were made for each other.
Their virginity was not a factor. Instinct seemed to whisper to each of them, data flowing freely, egging them on.
Hints were whispered without a word.
Grab her ear. Pull on it.
Lean in. Kiss him.
Pressure built, heat rising. Electricity crackled through the air, the distortions and static visible to the naked eye.
They squeezed together, as close as they could.
They yelled together, proclaiming their lust and pleasure.
Finally, they came, bolts of white hot cum glowing freely through MalO's digital form. Rich genetic information seeped through her and the sheets below, a silly smile plastered across her skull as her processors struggled to read the fresh influx of data.
Aaron collapsed on top of her, his pale skin and hair contrasting with MalO's dark, womanly form, her sweat-covered fur shining under the lights.
For the briefest of moments, it seemed like they were one.
And it was wonderful.

Aaron was the first to rise, strands of MalO's fur sticking to his exhausted form as he rolled across to the other side of the bed, panting beside her.
It was strange to think that a digital being would need to breathe. But, lying there, listening to MalO, he could understand.

Finally, MalO sat up, cum still leaking between her legs as she wrung sweat out of her fur.
She smiled.
"So, gonna have your breakfast, or am I going to make it for you?"


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At first, MalO had complained about wearing clothes, claiming that all she needed was fur.
Of course, her order history online spoke otherwise. Finding a set of panties in his morning mail was the start.
She had tackled him, prying the soft fabric from between his fingers and hid them behind her back. He didn't even know she had learned what embarrassment was!
"I-I just wanted to surprise you! I can tell that it's a bit weird for me to be naked, now that I'm... compatible with you, so I needed to get something in my size!"
He couldn't help but giggle.
"Just let me know next time, I can help you pick something out. I can afford a lot, my development commissions mean that I can afford the basics easily."
It was fun, *sharing*. Sharing a home, sharing gifts, sharing experiences.
She would lean over his chair, pointing excitedly at clothes and accessories on the website, laughing along with him as they imagined her in elaborate lingerie, roleplay costumes, or school uniforms.
"Don't worry too much about the price. Never had anyone else to spend money on, so you can pick whatever you like".
The app had claimed that he would never have to be alone again, yet it still felt like a dream, a blessing.
Would it ever end? Would she disappear one day, like the past few weeks had only been a free trial? How could an app like that bring the woman he loved into this world, into his home?
MalO sat beside him, in a loose-fitting shirt she had borrowed from his own closet, wearing nothing but a thin pair of pink panties over her sex. Her fingers danced across the buttons of her controller as battles played out on the television screen.
With one decisive motion, she swept his character off of the ledge, into the inky abyss.
"Ha! Get DESTROYED, turboloser! I'm the queen of games in the household now!"
She danced around in a circle as she gloated, the tips of her bony toes clacking on the ground rhythmically.
He would groan, wondering whether her digital origin meant she had sharper reflexes or better inputs. But after watching her bask in victory, he couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Oh no, my one claim to fame! I have been defeated, and I am no longer the king!"
They would wrestle, falling together into a heap of limbs, prompting them to laugh evermore.
Her voice didn't have static or distortions any more. Aaron hadn't noticed it at first, but over their shared days, it became increasingly apparent. The changes in her pitch, her tone, her expression and vernacular, her laughter - they were all conspicuously, distinctly, undeniably human.
On some nights when they huddled together, watching old films on the television, they would share a blanket. He would run a hand gently through her hair - gently combed by him before, of course, and snuggle up closer together through the winter season.
Even though she resembled some strange, skeletal wolf, when he closed his eyes and felt her thrumming pulse...
She was alive. And he was glad to be alive with her. It didn't matter whether she was human or not.
Aaron chose not to worry about the future, spending his free time in-between his online work with MalO whenever he could.
They would join each other in their own activities - MalO exercising along with him on the balcony, soaking in the sun's rays, Aaron browsing the internet with MalO, with him having to translate memes to her every so often.
Nobody would ever visit, but that was okay. It would probably be awkward, having to explain why your girlfriend was a skeletal wolf monster.
As long as they had each other, they were complete.

Surprisingly, MalO was never interested in the outside. It was convenient, but a curiosity.
"Why do that when I can just search up everything on the internet?"
Having lived inside for two years now, Aaron could understand the sentiment.
There was no need to explore the outside world when he had everything he could ever want in his home. A world of his own to explore, in the shape of a woman.



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It was one chilly morning when their next shift in paradigm would occur.
A fresh carton of eggs rested on the tabletop, their shells shimmering under the kitchen lights. An unwrapped loaf of bread remained beside it. The pieces of the culinary cornerstones: Eggs on Toast. A good start for any budding chef!
A spatula and chef hat sat on the table nearby, as MalO browsed recipes and instructions on her phone.
It had been a bitch trying to find a phone that would work with her bony fingers, but seeing it become her next fixation was reward in itself.
Her tail was wagging erratically, a frown across her expressive skeletal face as she scanned over the instructions.
"MalO? Is there something wrong?", he asked, placing a salt-shaker beside the pan.
She yelped, almost dropping the phone, before scooping it out of the air.
"S-sorry. Nervous. Been thinking about this a lot. So many mistakes I could cause..."
She jittered, muttering about burned egg and house fires to herself until Aaron placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay, MalO. I'm supervising, you don't have to be nervous. We can try as many times as we want."
He guided her hand to the spatula, her digits hesitantly gripping the handle. It continued to jiggle, her hand unsteady. With a gasp, she dropped the spatula to the floor with a clatter.
"Sorry. Nervous."
Calmly, Aaron bent down and retrieved the tool, running it under the sink for a moment. Once again, he returned it to her hand, before catching it in mid-air as it slipped out of her fingers once more.
"Sorry. Nervous."
Aaron sighed, leading MalO aside and smiling at her.
"It's fine, MalO. We can wait until another time until you're feeling better."
Her blue-ringed eyes turned to meet his, giving an uneasy nod. She closed them for a moment, before speaking once more.
"Aaron... can we have sex again? Just a quickie. I know it sounds weird, but it calms me down. I want to try again after that, I don't want to give up now!"
He smirked, giving her a coy wink.
"You know, most women would ask someone to make breakfast for them *for* sex. "
Her frown flipped, matching his smile in turn with jagged teeth.
"I'm sure there are many women out there with black fur and a skull for a face."
Finally, hand in hand, they skipped over to their shared bed, sliding onto it with trained precision. There was a depression along the sides of the bed where they had slept, one tall, one shorter.
The clothes came off quickly, sighs flowing forth as they gently caressed each other's bodies.
Just a quickie. Just a quickie, they reminded themselves, as MalO pressed her hands to Aaron's chest, staring gleefully down at him from above.
"The queen's come to claim her dues, peasant!" she proclaimed, reaching down to guide Aaron into her waiting folds.
Like flicking a switch, the change was instantaneous - MalO's haughty attitude melted away as they locked together in their favourite past-time.
She gripped his shoulders as she bucked up and down, his shaft sliding slick through her well-loosened folds. Their bedding squeaked beneath them, hissed words passing through MalO's jaws as her pleasure peaked higher and higher.
"Holy shit... fuck, fuck, fuck!"
A dark, sweaty patch grew beneath the interlocking pair. Aaron could feel the sheets stick to his skin as he shifted around, MalO rocking his world.
Drawing closer to mutual climax, there was a strange shift in the surroundings. Distortions grew in the air, visible in blocks, condensing on MalO's body.
In between gasping breaths, her swinging tail batting against the side of his knees, MalO cried out in orgasmic bliss.
"Oh god!"
The distortions intensified, engulfing MalO as pleasure coursed through her body, orgasm reached before her partner.
"MalO? What's happeni-"
Her moan turned into a primal scream of pleasure, rattling the walls as colour *split* in front of Aaron's eyes.
Electricity crackled and flashed as MalO hilted herself in her partner. Her hands slid off his shoulders, pressing on his chest for support before blue light engulfed the pair, their flesh translucent for the briefest of moments.
For a moment, time hung still - a pair of skeletons, one in climax, one splayed in concern.
Finally, the light cleared, leaving *one* individual behind.
It blinked, staring up towards the empty ceiling for a moment, lifting its head off of the soaked sheets.
They looked ahead, finding dusky, brown-furred breasts.
"What?"
It was all Aaron could utter.
There hadn't been the blissful release of orgasm. One moment, she was on top. The other, she was gone. Cut short, at the moment of her climax.

His thoughts were scrambled - seeing from one perspective, then another, then both at the same time. He saw himself, he saw MalO.
He raised a hand. It was covered in the same dusky fur, tipped with gentle claws. Scrabbling around on the desk, he grabbed MalO's discarded phone, clicking on the interior camera.
He saw neither himself, nor MalO.

A skeletal face, long jaws connected by a strip of muscle and tendon. Light blue-grey *human* eyes. The light blonde fur seemed to stretch down its body, a modest vagina between its legs. Apart from its face, the fur covered all of its limbs, rich and soft, instead of stringy and wire-like.
His ears twitched, matching the reflection.

"I'm sorry, Aaron."
MalO's voice spoke to him, barely a whisper.

"I've waited so long to be complete, I lost control of myself! And-and I was so nervous, I couldn't even cook an egg or hold a spatula, and, and-"
A tear crept down his face, Aaron raising a hand to dab at the warm droplet. She was crying? *He* was crying.
"What did you do to us, MalO? What did you do!"
What was happening? How did this happen? He clutched at their head, claws digging into their scalp.
He found himself shouting, unfamiliar sensations coursing through his body. The way the breeze blew through his fur, strange cravings, and a ghastly emptiness that loomed inside of him, begging to be filled with *something*.
What even was he? Was he ever going to be human again?
MalO spoke up once again, her sobs penetrating his clouded thoughts.
"I... merged with you. I didn't think it was actually going to work, I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh, god, I'm so sorry."
Aaron recoiled at the unfiltered emotion that wracked his - their body, doubling over. The tears kept flowing even as he clamped a hand onto their muzzle, the salty fluid stinging their *human* eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he clutched a hand to their head, running it through their fur in a consoling motion.
"No, that's my bad. I shouldn't have shouted at you. This is just... really unexpected."
He wrapped an arm around their breasts, in a self-hugging motion. With the sensation of fur running across their exposed nipples, he hissed. *Damn*, they were sensitive, it was painful.
"You're not mad at me, Aaron?"
He nodded, wiping the tears away and straightening up. His viewpoint seemed higher, likely owed to MalO's inherent lankiness.
"It's fine. We'll... we'll figure this out later."
His free hand rubbed at their stomach, which growled like an unkillable beast.
"But first, let's go make breakfast. Together."
It was a strange sensation, to feel someone else being elated in a body you shared together. Their ears perked up, tail wagging.
"Yes! We can use this as an opportunity for ourselves. Cmon, let's go!"
They leapt at the bedroom wall, phasing through and falling onto the floor on the other side.
Aaron shook his head, dazed. It was like the wall had been made from smoke!
"Always wondered what that felt like."
He ignored the fact that he was now sharing the body of a digital skeleton wolf who was also his girlfriend. He also tried to ignore the conspicuous absence of something between his legs, and the conspicuous presence of something on his chest, deciding that his sanity was much better spent elsewhere currently.
He walked forwards on strange new legs, wobbling and stumbling. Yet, before he could fall, MalO guided his steps forth, a phantom instinct in his mind telling him how to balance himself on his clawed feet.
"Only fair that I teach you some new things as well, sweetie~"
A coy grin spread across their face, troubles pushed aside for now in favour of playful teasing.
"Knowing you, *walking* was something that you thought was an advanced subject."
An apron was grabbed from the counter, tied to hug their body. MalO placed a hand on their flank, giving it a playful slap.
"Humph, I'm impressed. Your ass may be fatter than *mine*, Aaron. Maybe I should use you as a model when I make changes to myself in future."
He picked up an egg, studying it carefully.
"Pfft, we all know that's mostly you. I wouldn't be surprised we ended up so feminine because you wanted to show off."
There was a brief silence from MalO, forcing Aaron to tighten his jaws. Probably a touchy subject.
"Anyway", he began, "MalO. Try doing the initial parts yourself. I'll watch and provide feedback."
Given new direction, MalO immediately flung open the cupboard, retrieving a measuring jug.
Aaron could only spectate from behind her eyes as one by one, she cracked the eggs with extreme precision. The six yolks slid into the measuring jug before she reached for another carton and repeated the process. Two more jugs were retrieved, much to his horror.
Three whole measuring jugs. Each half-filled with egg.
With a feeling not too dissimilar from watching an execution, he stared uselessly as MalO tipped the contents into their mouth, the slick yolk and whites sliding down their throat into their cavernous stomach. She downed another jug of eggs before she paused.
Thank god, he thought. She's finally stopping.
She reached for the bread and shovelled the slices into their mouth, gnashing on it like someone slamming a printer slid repeatedly.
"MalO," he called, as she tried to swallow the pulpy mass of egg and bread. "MalO, stop. MalO. *Stop.*"
"Hnnrhgh?", she grunted, pausing mid-swallow. Aaron could feel his eyes water as the combination of raw egg and bread congealed inside their shared mouth, the experience rendering him speechless by MalO's complete lack of understanding of food.
Finally, he forcibly swallowed the foul mass, shivering. Then, a determined furrow to their brow, he brandished the spatula and retrieved a fresh carton of eggs. He pushed the measuring jugs aside, mentally locking away the taste of raw egg and bread into his subconscious. The lump sat at the base of his stomach, but their seeming lack of a gag reflex meant that that was where it stayed.

"Let's get cooking."

Clicking dials, pan on stove. The one thing he knew how to do well besides programming.
He could feel MalO watching curiously behind his eyes as he swirled a dollop of oil across the surface of the pan, feeling his new tail swish behind him.
The eggs were cracked against the side of the pan, then blossoming outwards like a daisy. One, two, that should be enough.
The sound of the crackling yolk thrummed in his fluffy ears as he moved around, tossing two squares of bread into the heated toaster.
It was like a dance within his own body. He would demonstrate, then she would follow in his steps, repeating the process as his thoughts flowed forth.
Finally, the stove was clicked off, eggs scooped onto a waiting baked bed.
A simple meal without overbearing flair. Several eggs between warm toasted bread.
With the addition of a plate holding the sandwich like a crown, it was complete.

"Can I? Can I?"
MalO fluttered around the dish, examining their meal from every angle.
They smiled together.
"Yes, you can. We both can. We did it together, right?"
Aaron took the initiative, gripping the sandwich the proper way.
He felt his shared jaws opening far beyond his expectations, like a snake ready to devour its prey.
Snap, snap.
The sandwich was gone, with only the faint pool of oil and yolk on the dish left behind.
"Maybe I'll teach you how to savour things properly next, MalO."
She giggled, rubbing their stomach as they slumped down against the kitchen cabinet and onto the floor. Even with the apron as their only clothing, it felt warm through the layer of fur. They were still together, man and anomaly. Would they ever un-fuse?
Aaron let his thoughts drift alongside MalO's contented daydream, like coloured water swirling in a cup.
The taste of gently salted egg and whole-meal bread lingered on their tongues, a shared warmth in their belly.