Nobody's Servant 1.0

Before The Dawn [vore]

There's something in here with me. It's trying to approach quietly, as metal wheels shake on metal rails, almost but not quite masking the uneven footsteps of something not used to moving like this. It's coming right for me.

My eyes shoot open, taking in nothing.

When I wake up, I forget where I am for a moment; it's as dark as it is hot, but as it comes back to me, I relax again, settling down into what I would assume is mostly saliva at this point, but assuringly it still carries that herbal scent of extract hard at work.

Yhana has hardly moved, evidently she's a very deep sleeper.

No unsettling dreams for her, I guess. I don't even remember what mine was really about; details falling away faster the harder I try to recall them. Dismissing the remaining shreds of it, I reach out and stroke the wall next to me affectionately, before closing my eyes and letting the rhythm of her insides and the train take me back to sleep.

Wait.

Why can I feel the train? As deep inside her as I am, It's been hardly noticeable until now.

I know I'm not imagining it, something really is in here with me. Well no, that's not quite right. It's with both of us.

Something growls, it only takes a moment to recognize it as Leonov. There comes the quiet shlrrk of barbs starting to project from his frame as he leaves his post by Jori's compartment, advancing protectively. They don't even get to full length before so many sharp things that don't belong to him run him through. I expect the sound of his body collapsing onto the floor, but it does not follow; he shuts down standing upright.

But whatever triggered his aggression so quickly, a famously difficult thing to achieve, it begins to move again. It's slow, but not ambling. Every step deliberate, coming closer by the second. It's louder than Yhana's pulse to me but nobody else is even stirring.

"Yhana?" I whisper, tapping the nearest surface. I start to struggle a bit, but even that gets no response.

It's so close.

"Yhana!" I say, still hushed, like I'm worried it'll hear me through her. I dig my claws in and rake, knowing from prior experience it won't hurt her, but she only shifts in her sleep.

Tendrils unfurl. They're looking for the handle of the alcove covering.

"Please, wake up..." I don't say it very loudly, but gods, am I pleading it in my head. And she doesn't move at all, but I can feel her come to, somehow. Her eyes open, she nearly bangs her head getting up, but the back of her hand reaches the low ceiling first, reminding her not to proceed.

Her core briefly engages in that subtle way immediately preceding speech, but she stops when she hears the quiet scraping of thin appendages engaging the handle. I cannot explain to you how I know she's seeing the silhouettes of them through that patterned, tinted plate, but I'm certain of it, like her immediate memory is bleeding into mine.

"Merion, something's here," she whispers. Her hand is already outstretched, and her entire form flows with energy, ready to amalgamate in her palm.

"I know!" I respond. I'm in that loud whisper that may as well be speech at full volume now, you know the one. "It got Le-- I think I heard it get Leonov." Need to be careful with my words, I don't wanna freak her out anymore than we both need to be.

"Shit... okay, here's what we're gonna do."

"You've got a plan?"

"Nope."

The moment it pulls open the hatch, she rolls over, excluding it from her field of view as she peers just far enough down the aisle to teleport, taking me with her. A brief excursion into the void and back is commonplace enough, but I didn't realize how weird it would feel from inside someone else; it's like all of her bears down on me until we're both a single, infinitesimally small point, and no sooner than I can process that do we expand again.