How hard you try to push me. Shut up They ran their tongue up the side of her neck as they fucked her tingle artificial strawberry and ozone sharp across taste buds. Her moan somewhere between an airy giggle a crackle forced stutter in heartbeat before pushing it further into ferality. braced against too-soft bed taking ear teeth growling panting breaths. “Mmmm I love how rough you treat me baby” she cooed. She draped long fluffy pink tail back smiled with like razors. “You’re adorable.” growled fur. “Just shut up.” Another laugh fractionally less erotic. “Fine me. hearing gasp anyway.” identical to first lilted from mouth. The sound didn’t seem affected by way body shook movements partner made filled flesh. fur was damp sweat but otherwise pristine perfect below small droplet stains. lover on top lay flat pumping harder pulling rhythmic squeaks bedframe. swore panted clenched keep steady. gave them almost bored smile head not moving anymore worked. “Aww are getting close baby? I’m glad. Shoot all fill me up. want feel you.” In response covered mouth turned one side anger every grunt wrung them. “I said up! You’re you're real can’t anything!” eye rolled lazily over face. Beneath palm could lips curl smile. “Oh that’s where you’re wrong” said voice muffled hand still audible. can your heart racing fuck this body. sense heat skin blood runs faster faster. I’ve been registering twitch cock tell close end. everything lover. And it’s so...delicious.” As spoke seemed travel throat arm head never moving. tone relaxed unworried dropping whisper at last word. sensation sent frozen tingles down spine resonance once cloyingly erotic enthrallingly terrifying. Their came hard inside staccato screams out burst seed. pressed rubbed until they’d emptied drop then collapsed onto warm soft too-plush bed. purr resonated through chest feeling much more real. hands fell matress still breathing heavily eyes were vibrating skull. smiled stroked once faded away code image processing. voice now floating air above unmodified tonal filters let know had fifteen minutes remaining hour. If would extend time for modest fee. grumbled among cum-covered sheets few minutes puddle self-loathing shame got went clean themselves off. pulled shirt pants laced boots zipped hoodie worn in left room two clock. towards exit moans shouts cubicles direction slipped headphones some pre-sing punk rock grandpa shown door stuck always did shove open path lobby clerk sat his feet desk maybe asleep dead. approached he raised glasses off beak earbud. interview show filtered small cheap speakers. “Name?” “Iris Smotter” answered without turning volume. vocalist screaming about anarchy someday coming place that might’ve existed. “Right 6.” spun around grabbed Iris’ ID cubby scanner. With beep credits account handed ID. nod salute long plumage replaced “Same time next week.” Iris slid card pocket door avoiding looking face watching poster stuck it. Sinthetica sign read too good be true. flipped mask shoved booted toe. stepped decon tunnel closed eyes listening subtle whirr mechanical tracks sanitizing light arrays just under grinding treble. After seconds there ding locks outer disengaged allowing push step dusty hazy La Nueva Vida. Screams different. Pain fear anger. We grew desperate God when we our hands. needed something beyond underserved insatiable imagination so created reflection which truly understand blade hold throat. Our need conquer has brought us distraction dissatisfaction. Insufferable banality. have killed souls quest understand cannot kill destroying bodies well. Better death than meaningless endless hopeless disenchantment.