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[alienwear]

The whole point of a bond is to benefit both witch and monster. It's supposed to minimize the monster's feral impulses, make them easier to resist.

This is the first full moon she and Lapis have shared since they became bonded, and Peridot is not sure she's feeling any of those benefits yet. She feels just as agitated as ever, just as on edge. She's lurking up in her room, a victorian bedroom turned out of control greenhouse, pacing back and forth in front of the bedroom window as she keeps a mindful eye on her hoard of plants. She'd contacted Lapis by Watch, asked her to come up to keep her company. Which is frankly an embarrassing request to have to make, but for some reason it's the only thing that she can think that would make her feel any better right now.

Her eyes keep flicking to the door, ears pricked up for the sound of footsteps. It's totally dark in the room except for the moonlight filtering in through the bay window.

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[mirrortide]

"Oof."

It's a soft noise made as she's shuffled around, as the nape of her neck is nipped at and she's pressed against Peridot's chest. That being said, the paw that's keeping her there is great to brace herself on, and she leans into it, ducking her head low with another noise.

She's in the good sort of Sensory Hell right now.

"Keep doing that." She pauses. "Please." Look at her, being polite.

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Peridot growls in affirmation, something half approaching lucidity breaking through for a moment. She's not sure which 'that' Lapis is referring to, so she's just going to assume she means for her to keep doing all of it.

She resettles her paw, splaying her toes (fingers?) just a bit wider, eager to comply if it means touching as much of her bonded as possible. Her own stance is adjusted as well, without much conscious thought put into the effort. The dragon's spine arches lightly as she brings her hips up just a bit closer, and she keeps twitching them urgently while she's nibbling at Lapis's ear and smothering her with attention.

She scarcely even realizes that her genital vent-- typically a rather discreet feature of her draconic anatomy-- is starting to bulge.

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Lapis isn't too much concerned with how Peridot is holding herself. Everything she's she's focused on? That's Peridot licking and nosing her Gem, which has her arching her back to press it harder against the sensation.

There's a distinct squirming in her pants that Peridot may or may not notice, with how she's pressed up against said paw. Or at least, how she's trying to jerk her own hips against it. The pants, unfortunately, are in the way.

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Peridot can help with that! Or. Maybe just make it worse.

With any semblance of self-restraint slipping from her grasp, she. She just needs to hump. She barely even knows what that entails? She just knows that her body is screaming at her to do it, and she listens.

Much too eager to proceed, Peridot moves her snout off of Lapis's gem, but drifts her paw down between her legs in an effort to scoop her up and press themselves closer. And then Peridot draws her rear in, back arched severely, and she starts to rut, inexpertly grinding their hips together and rubbing her heated bulge against Lapis's ass and lower back.

It's extremely undignified. But it feels real fucking good, so she's not about to stop without prompting.

[mirrortide]

It does feel reall good, and Peridot's weird paws are in the perfect spot for her to grind against too. It makes the fact that the gem dragon is basically humping her back a very, very minor realization. One that Lapis can't bring herself to care about?

Also because she's rutting her hips against Peridot's hand hard, grunting unattractively every now and again when Peridot presses said bulge against her lower back.

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It only gets weirder, because it doesn't take long for Peridot's psuedo-dick to pop out and join the party. Then it's not exactly comfortable to just keep mashing it against Lapis's back, so what's she supposed to do then?

She slows her pace, whimpering uncertainly. Her momentary confusion also gives her just enough to lucidity to look at the both of them and wonder just what the fuck they're doing.

[mirrortide]

Oh. New thing pressed against her back. It's weird. It's still weird? It's never not been weird, but Lapis hasn't really had a single second of clarity in the moment, only knowing that Peridot has stopped moving so much, and that.

Honestly just isn't going to do, because there's. Quite a fierce ache between her legs.

She twists herself, slightly, cheeks stained a darker blue as she tries to find the words to ask what's up.

"What's with the slowdown?"

Nailed it, in a breathy, sort of whiny way.

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Huh. Well. Lapis doesn't seem concerned, so...

She has to remove her hand from Lapis's crotch to accomplish it without falling flat on her own face, but Peridot starts pawing at her waistband, trying to get her damn pants off. It seems like the only sensible way to proceed? Hopefully Lapis gets the picture, and can assist.

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Wow. Wow? Now there is entirely nothing to press her hips against, and Lapis makes a noise of protest as Peridot's paw moves away. Also because she's suddenly less braced than before, and she hast to stumble a big in a horny daze as she tries to figure out why instead of pawing her front she's now pawing her? Backside? Pants?

"I have no idea what you're trying to do."

And it's frankly very frustrating in a way she's never been frustrated before.

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The dragon growls and huffs a warm breath on her bare skin, and grabs the waistband with her teeth instead. She's trying to pull them down herself without wrecking them, but honestly she has sharp teeth and sharp claws and wrecked pants are an extremely real threat here.

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"Hey!" Lapis grabs the hem of her pants and tries to keep them up. "What's the big idea?" She asks, trying to swat at Peridot's nose to make sure her pants aren't going to be ripped.

Her horny is being slowly sapped away. Alas.

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She can feel that, and she cannot allow it.

"It'll help," Peridot whines, dodging the swat. "Don't you remember that one CPH fanfiction?"

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"Which one? Because I don't remember any of them like this!" Lapis replies, completely huffy. She was getting close to... something? Does she have a name for something like that?

And then it clicks.

"Oh. Oh?"

That fic. The one with the... and they... Lapis makes a small face, and she's not really sure just how much of where she is is close to where she was feeling before this, but her face burns hot, and, with a decisive movement, she hooks her thumbs on the hem of her pants.

And moves to drop said pants, but Peridot and her extremely sharp teeth have seen to the fact that there's holes in them and so taking them off is extremely awkward, but it is done with a little bit of urgency and a clumsy movement.

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As soon as the opportunity is there Peridot scoops her again, trying to pick up where they left off. She kind of wants to get a look at exactly what Lapis is packing down there? But it's such a fleeting desire that pales in comparison to certain urgent necessities they're both feeling.

Peridot mounts her again, except this time instead of grinding against her back, she slips her junk between Lapis's legs, rubbing it clumsily against her inner thigh.

[mirrortide]

She makes a noise as she's unceremoniously scooped up again, and she makes another as Peridot grinds her weird dragon junk between her thighs. Not that she has any room to speak? Her thighs are cumpletely soaked already anyway from her own weird xeno junk.

Which, for the record, she's very wetly grinding against Peridot's paw where she can.

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Peridot hardly even notices. She lets out another low growl, aggressively slapping her hips against Lapis, her pseudo cock... Wriggling? It's wriggling, like a tentacle, seemingly searching for something. Peridot isn't sure what. She just gets the sense that she's feeling for something to--

Ah.

To put it in.

She also vaguely recalls now, just what it is that she usually uses this particular part of her anatomy for. That combined with the raw instinct to cram it into something gives her an internal moment of pause, but it's hard to follow the thought to its conclusion.

"I think... I might be about... to do something weird," Peridot whines breathlessly, trying to give Lapis fair warning. She's kind of rolling her hips forward and up now, stroking her slimy length against pretty much Lapis's entire business.

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"This entire thing is weird. It can't get weirder." Lapis replies, about to be surprised as Peridot gets her junk all up in her business. Like, to be fair, she knows exactly what to expect, considering she does have the correct anatomical requirements for this. As far as she's aware, anyway?

Peridot is quickly proven right when she finds her mark, and Lapis gives a short shout of surprise, and her cheeks flush the darkest blue.

"I take that back."

But she's not complaining. It kind of scratches an itch?

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Not quite the mark she's aiming for yet, but getting warmer.

She slows down with a shudder, but keeps her paw moving for Lapis's benefit at the very least. It's agonizingly difficult to restrain herself, when the stupid horny beast in her just wants to shut up and get to fucking, but Peridot still manages to grit out her concern:

"N-no, j-just-- In the spirit of, not wanting to hurt one another, and being more vocal about our concerns, if you need me to stop at any point--"

[mirrortide]

You know, the fanfiction had definitely hid a few points right about this entire thing. It's instinctual in a way that Gems like them have no business knowing? It's carnal, which is a word only recently relegated to her vocabulary. It's also extremely good. Pleasant really isn't a word Lapis would use to describe it though, since that's a little bit of an understatement.

What the author got wrong, however? Is kinda how overwhelming it all is. Surprisingly, Peridot's attempt at reassurance falls flat, mostly because she doesn't need it. In fact, she feels like she could absolutely throttle Peridot with how reassuring she is.

"Just do it." She squeezes the paw that's bracing her, maybe a little harder than necessary. It might be impatience, at this point.

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Peridot whines again, but stopping for even that long left her teetering on a precipice. One little nudge from Lapis is all the encouragement she needs.

She clumsily starts up again, muscles aching from the awkward position she's basically locked herself into. Her stupid dong is like a heat seeking missile though, and two haphazard strokes later it curves and then plunges itself into her bonded as if it has a mind of it's own.

Peridot grunts and shivers all the way out to her wingtips, her eyes wide with shock.

[mirrortide]

"Oh."

Yeah.

It's weird.

Even weirder than she thought.

Also, bigger. Lapis quivers in Peridot's hold for a moment, because that's. A lot of dragon dong to get forced in at once. Her own dong curls in almost against itself from the sensation alone, and she almost feels like reaching down with a hand to feel what's going on between her legs.

... Things are already weird enough. So she won't.

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And it's only going to get bigger.

Peridot gingerly bumps her hips against Lapis a few more times, testing their connection, but this is it. The moons are out, she has her egg laying... whatever it is inside something hot and wet, and she and Lapis are both choking on an emotional feedback loop through their shared bond.

Bolstered, the dragon inhabiting Peridot's mind takes over entirely now, and she lets out a purring rumble of enthusiasm, letting her eyes flutter blissfully shut. She keeps rolling her hips, but rather than clumsily jerking it like she was doing before, she's applying a steady stimulation, coaxing an egg out. It bulges at the base of her ovipositor, and squeezes it's way through towards Lapis.

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The problem with that steady stimulation is Lapis doesn't want it? She prefers the jerking motion, honestly. The jerking hips really did it?

So if Peridot isn't doing it, clearly Lapis has to, and she jerks her hips back against Peridot, and then forward against her paw. Please. She's so desperate? She's about to take hold of herself too, just for the more consistent stimulation to somewhere she'd never really thought to be sensitive, but it is.

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The pads of Peridot's paw tighten against the other gem's nethers, pressing a bit harder against her dong. She is, regrettably, not paying super close attention to Lapis's needs at the moment though. Her brain is laser focused on the feeling of the egg being forced from her body, the progress of that bulge and the explosion of tactile pleasure that rocks her to her core when its girth presses into her partner.

Depositing that egg... It's a sensation unlike anything that she has ever experienced. She moans her enthusiasm, puffing her chest, craning her neck and smirking proudly-- and then promptly loses her footing, flattening Lapis.

The fall doesn't phase her long. She scrambles, readjusts herself, gives the back of Lapis's head an apologetic lick, and rests her weight on her forearms instead of her trembling paws. She's still basically fucking the other gem directly into the floor now though, rump bobbing in the air as she thumps her hips against Lapis's ass, funneling a steady stream of fat green eggs into her 'mate'.

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Lapis doesn't really understand the fact that there's something being stuffed into her other than Peridot's weird dick at first. She's too busy caring about the fact that said Peridot is not really helping her get her needs dealt with! It's rude. Lapis will have Several Words for her after all of this, but for now she's resigned to squirming to try and get something done.

At least, until Peridot loses her footing, and her own EXTREMELY SENSITIVE PARTS get squashed between the floor and her stomach and Lapis makes an extremely unflattering and slightly pained sound because of it!

Thankfully the dragon is forgiven the moment she starts moving again, and Lapis huffs a sound as she feels... something? Squeeze into her?

"Hey." She says, voice slightly strained as she licks her lips and tries to stuff her hand between her legs to deal with her ache the way she needs to. "What are you doing?"

It's fucking weird, Peridot.