Purple & Pink

Crunching gravel. Coughing. A hacking that begets more spittle on the ground, a smoker's cough turning severe. The prison walls were cracked, but solid, far too solid as far as the prisoner's were concerned with. Mean eyed guards patrolled the top of the walls, keenly accurate rifles perched upon the crooks of their arms.

'Miner scum' would be yelled down at the prisoners, their pickaxes hefty and blunted by the legions of previous generations. A few ting-tings resounded throughout the crisp, cold air. Hopes die in the middle of winter, when it's too cold to fight, so they submit, and do as they are told. It was nighttime, spotlights were in effect, and glared as meanly as the guards down at them, illuminating the cavernous opening of the mine shaft. Rumbling coal trains bounded out of the shaft, on iron tracks toward the processing plant nearby. Inside the shaft, room was at a premium, and personal space was often violated with a passing body or a cart. It was intensely hot down there, megucas sweating under their miner caps.

It was a huge series of tunnels, old as the planet itself, some said, and thousands of megucas worked tirelessly under the whip of the cruelty, their magic enough for sustenance. No break time, no sleep, work 24/7. Many dropped but much more replaced the fallen. In a secret corner only known to the two, they huddled against one another, their bare forms shivering. Excitement coursed through their muscles, a tiny slice of heaven in the middle of hell. A tiny romance played out in this mining colony, where love shouldn't exist, where evil was the common sight. Their miner caps propped up on jutting rocks, the flashlights still on, the two could see one another. One pink, one purple.

To each other they were the most beautiful thing in this place, even if a freshly purified soul gem was a damned pretty sight to behold. "Do you hear anyone coming?" Purple asked Pink. Pink shook her head. "N-no, only the sound of work. No one knows we're here." "Good. I love you." "I love you too." Eyesights crossed, souls saw through their windows and a fire bloomed hot in the other, unlike the tiny fire that continuously burned when they were away from each other, causing their bodies to sweat. Sweat beads would never cool them down. Purple leaned in, gripping pink's head in her calloused fingers, and kissed her grim smeared lips. What they were doing was forbidden, for many reasons.

It was futile to seek love out, when your other could be gone at the drop of a pickax, when you could disappeared and she'd have to face reality without you, missing a significant part of herself. The guards wouldn't tolerate these acts of affection, all too eager to mow down such displays from their lofty heights. Work always ground to a halt when that occurred, the bodies needing to be hauled off, but they were far too eager to snuff out lives. Pink kissed Purple back, their dry lips clinging together like the rocks they broke apart to get the coal fragments out. Their eyes remained open, ready for any intrusion but also wanting to see the other for as long as they were alive. Pink's hands riveted Purple's hair, feeling how silky it was. Purple often kept it clean, using just a tiny bit more magic than her sisters. But it was worth it, for Pink really enjoyed feeling the clean texture. The kiss broke, lungs gobbled up air like the unknown benefactor gobbled up coal. It was intense, their hearts beating with adrenaline.

Panting silence was all the two shared, listening for any signs of approaching footsteps. None came. They were still safe. The next stage could commence. Purple traveled down to Pink's throat, kissing it hungrily, giving in to her passions finally. Pink tilted her head back, stretching her neck muscles as to make them taut, making them delicious to feel under Purple's lips. She devoured like a furnace, pressing in tighter, their soul gems nearly touching. THeir bodies trembled, feeling the proximity of their beloved's true self. Just a little more and connection would be established, the greatest of forbidden acts centimeters away.

Purple traveled further south, widening the range, leaving Pink hollow inside. She felt it intensely, needed it most readily. Her ribs still felt the hammer blows upon the calcium surface. She sucked in hot air, feeling Purple's tongue tease her nipples, her breasts, tiny as they were. Purple didn't care, it was Pink's flesh, the only flesh that would satisfy her cravings. She was most tender with her administrations, but the thrills the two felt heightened the pleasure. The fear of being caught, the thrill of being caught in something so damn forbidden that no questions asked they would be riddled with unforgiving lead playing havoc with their nerves. And the expectations of the other's caress. Pink still played with Purple's hair, her own calloused fingers unable to feel much of the silkiness, but since it was so long, her smoother, not so calloused backhand could feel it, and it felt wonderful. Pink squeaked out a loud gasp, her eyes quickly darting toward the entrance to their hiding hole. Purple's tongue swirled around her belly button, giddiness exploding in her stomach, making it bottomless and freefalling.

Intense minutes marched by like the mythical meguca armies of yore, until, finally, with a bout of relief and disappointment, Purple rose to fully face Pink. "Hear anything?" "No." "Good. Lets do it." Pink let out a single syllable laugh. "Aren't we already?" "No, my sweet. It. You know, 'it'." "Oh my gosh," Pink blushed crimson, her blood rushing from her groin to her face. "Do you think we should? I don't know if we should." "I think we should. Why even be here if I can't with you." Pink's heart thundered in her ears, just like Purple's did. "Y-yes, I... would love to do 'it' with you." "Good, lets forget the consequences. I... want to feel what the veteran miners groan in their sleeps." Taking her soul gem in hand, Purple directed it to Pink's gem, and hovering over it, looked at her lover for confirmation. From what she could see, Pink breathed heavily, ragged even, with her eyes staring down at the two gems. Millimeters apart, both of them could feel the other. Pink nodded, and Purple knocked her gem against Pink. Then something unexpected occurred.

The two soul gems became one. One soul gem tied to two necks. Their colors mingled, swirling like a super hurricane in a mad display of magic. Motes of light twinkled in the mega gem, dancing chaotically to the insane cacophony that was souls merging. Purple felt Pink and Pink felt Purple. Pure euphoria flooded their systems, and tears streaked down their filthy faces. It was so beautiful, this plane of existence. No wonder it was forbidden. Everything became a haze in the mortal realm, but they knew their bodies were moving against each other. Grinding away like the ever working mining arm that was this business. Muffled groans, moans, gasps, and exclamations of adoration bounced off the hard surroundings.

When they came to, they felt raw, hollow, tired. Taking in the environment, Purple saw they were still alone. The noises of work still in the distance. Pink was coming around as well, and was lookng around while holding her aching head. At nearly the same time, they saw the others soul gem, and paused. Inside the pinkness flickered a purple wisp. Inside the purpleness, flickered a pink wisp. Long moments escaped them in silence, astonishment running wild. "We... did it." Pink murmured. "Yeah, we did it." Purple replied. Feeling her eyes tearing up, she grinned in genuine warmth.

They had done it, and no one was the wiser.