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DT0/15/Base 15.8

You feel her hand grip your rear, and you blush as her tar-coated, ethereal tongue slips and slides along yours, leaving a strong taste of horrible in your mouth.

But it’s a good kind of horrible. By now, you’ve gotten used to it, and it begins to be the only thing you sense.

-1HP


Your vision darkens as that taste lingers.



-1HP



Your eyes slowly drift shut, and you feel as if you feel less and less. Senses deadened, eyes heavy, you close them. You can’t see so well anymore anyways.




-1HP




You feel the coldness in your rear leave it, and you feel like you’ve lost something precious.

Yet, at the same time, you feel a vile hatred towards that very same thing.

Your eyes slowly open as you look to your precious cargo: the small bottle of what once was a fairy.

Why can’t you shake the feeling that she’s done something horrible…

You can’t feel so well.

You don’t feel so well, either...

Why can’t you feel your toes? Or anything else, for that matter?

And yet, the cold remains, even with the bottle of Cirno gone.

Lunasa eyes the bottle in her hand, dropping you from her frigid embrace, her hand finally letting go of her death grip on your liver.

You feel.

You feel horrible, but you feel.

Like your skin has been burned by ice, but deeper. Far, far deeper…

Like every inch of every inch has been frozen solid and defrosted in a microwave. The surface is warm, and yet… the inside is still icy and frozen.

You gulp air down, and fall on your back as you watch in horror as she uncorks the bottle, sniffing it.

She then puts the bottle to your lips. “Pleassse… Destroy thisss monster…” Her hiss-like whispers are filled with venom and hate, her eyes burning with a life not there before.

You comply, tears running down your cheeks as you feel the icy liquid roll down your throat, burning all it touches with its chill.

These aren’t tears of sorrow, though, are they? These are tears of something else entirely. Pain. Vindication. Desperation. Determination.

A fire builds in your belly as it bottoms out, filling you in an instant.

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+20DT

And yet, why are you smiling? You drank… ...Well, okay, she tried to kill you a little, but, well… who hasn’t? Maybe Satori, but… she’s practically your mother, so it’d be strange if she tried to hurt you.

You watch as color returns to the world, her eyes burning yellow instead of blazing white. Her golden hair seems… somehow sharper. Her everything does.

Save for her stylish hat. That stays as corporeal as everOHHGODSHE’SHUGGINGYOUAGAINANDWHILENOTNEARLYASCOLDIT’SSTILLCOLDyou take a deep breath as you smile up at her.

-2DT

She smiles down at you.

-2DT

Your lips touch, hers slimy with the tar that once ran like a river, sticking to your lips like sap. It’s…

-2DT

It’s actually not as bad as before… It’s cold, definitely. But it’s not as painful. It feels like a weight is placed on your chest, sure, but that's not painful either.

-2DT

You wrap a leg around her back. Oddly, it doesn’t go through her like before. Weird.

-2DT

Her smoldering yellow eyes in empty sockets… lid? Is that possible? Sure, she has done it a bit already, but, weOHH! Ohh, wow… That’s…

-2DT

Why does your chest feel so… weird?

-2DT

You look down, and find her hand touching a glowing, throbbing heart. It seems to be attached, and yet…

-2DT

...why does it look so alien? It glows with such bright light, and pulses with every beat, yet feels so familiar. It’s like a part of you you’ve only just noticed. A part of you that you should have seen by now.

-2DT

She grips your heart, earning a groan out of you. It’s neither pleasure nor pain. It’s just… It feels…

-2DT

Good.

Your soul begins to break apart…

But it refused!

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+18DT

WTF is this from for a source material as all the game mechanics are kinda killing any boner I'm getting right now.

>>37974

Well, I suppose if there's interest, I could show my hand.

Although, I was trying to avoid doing so, but still.

>>/th/188147 There you go~ First thread of three. The story list has yet to update, so literally none of them can be found any way but manually, sadly.

Anywho, this thread is just for when I want to write yet have far too little votes. That said, the first ending isn't complete yet. It'll get hotter, by the standards of some.

Although, they'll all more or less be Dead Ends that never would have happened this way. Think of this as sarcastic comedy with increasingly adult twists.

>>37975

Lucky you, game mechanic sex from non-sexual games is my fetish!

Also loving snuff. Which this was a good, non-ridiculously gory way to write. I feel like I've improved as a writer just getting the idea from you.

You've done a terrible thing, but take it as a compliment.


Seriously, though, it wasn't all that bad. I actually WOULD like more.

But only if we earned it. This isn't an /at/ story (as much as I wouldn't mind) and we should try not to get TOO stuck in the gutter, even if it IS fun.

If it was male (player) getting snuffed I'd be for it even though this is painfully game mechanicsed but female (player) being snuffed is a massive turn off.

Would have rather had female (touhou/Player) snuffing males but Meh... /at/ being mostly kill means gotta deal with bottom of the barrel stuff...

>>37976

Thank you~ I do try to be creative in my horribleness.

Honestly, I was mostly writing this to poke fun at the people begging for /at/.

>>37977

Well, unless Renko snuffs Youki, Wriggle the Catfish, a bakebake, a random bird or an annoying dog or something, I don't see that happening. And, honestly, that would be odd, as she's not particular to men.

These are Bad Ends, after all. They're not likely to be happy things.

There's only one potentially /at/ worthy scene I have planned that isn't, though it's also possible to woo others if one figures it out, but still.

You feel more fragile.

-11MaxHP

You huff and puff as you feel the blood in your fingers and toes rapidly slow and freeze. It’s neither painful nor cold. It doesn’t feel very good, mind you, but it’s that sort of ohh-god-why-are-my-fingers-getting-frostbite kind, not the ohh-oww-god-oww-why-oww-are-oww-my-oww-fingers-oww-getting-oww-frostbite kind.

You lay there, your breathing gradually feeling less like you ran a mile after flirting with people all night, watching frosty clouds form in front of you. It’s like you’re breathing hot air in the winter, but in reverse, and the worst part is, the warm air around you isn’t all that comfortable.

It’s as if you’re in an oven, and you feel… You feel…

You are not going to die. Not to a little hot air. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Never!

Your determination not to die freezes the air around you.

-2DT

You slowly calm down from your little war on air, relaxing just a bit. While frost rapidly spreads along the ground under you, you look around, barely noticing as your breath stops steaming. As your toes and fingers crinkle with every motion. As the frost on the ground begins to peel away and rise into the air, if only just a bit, gathering in six locations.

Beside you, you find a curious Lunasa. She may lack any sort of reasonable eye-like structure save smoldering yellow lights, but you’re fairly certain about that.

Although, now you’re curious, too. She seems to be a ghost, and she seems to have no eyes… How does she see?