Archive of Our Own

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Easterman shuffled through the files one last time, intrigue at an all-time high. Area 51 sent him a “specimen”, as a “gift”. How kind of them! He had just finished reading the debriefing on said subject. Their name was “S-228”, or “Danny” as they preferred to be called. He would name this “Project: Infiltration”, based on what abilities he garnered from S-228.

The ability to become liquidated at will. No bones, unusual anatomy, a prehensile tail and long antennas. Very…snail-like, despite the lack of a shell. No matter, as a good father would, he would help all his CHILDREN grow up to be the very best versions of themselves. Easterman let out a breath he’d been holding before turning on the recorder to leave a tape for the rest of his lovely children, to inform them of the newest family member they’d be meeting soon.

A trial was underway. “Pleasure the Prosecutor,” oh joy! All of the reagents made way to start the mission, having done this trial numerous times before. All except one. Amongst the reagents, there was a new face. It was a female reagent, with a curly short bob, long antennas, and a thick, long tail. She didn’t even wear the usual reagent garb, no night vision goggles or E.S.O.P.! She didn’t look the part at all.

Who the fuck was she?

“Danny” quietly followed the little reagents, thankful they were on autopilot and paid her no mind. She snagged a ticket and entered the theatre with them, trying to create some distance. She didn’t want to bother them, really. Being new here in Sinyala is…scary, but interesting! Some curious noises from below the balcony caught her attention, caution thrown to the wind as she looked down.

…Oh god, is he? Yeah. Danny gulped, unable to take her eyes off of the “guests” in chairs. The reagents put a stop to the show, she was explained to at least their goal: to stop some…Prime Asset guys to earn their freedom? It didn’t matter to her, freedom would never be hers, not until she finds “the one” she’d been looking for.

Who’s the one, you ask? Oh, don’t you worry–

Danny’s thoughts were interrupted by one of the men downstairs yelling about a “D.A.” and how that’s his buddy, yada yada. Danny liked the sound of his voice, it flowed like a vinyl with tears and scuffs on it, skipping sometimes but still familiar and warm.

Easterman didn’t exactly tell her she HAD to “play” as a reagent, but more so to observe them and the “Prime Asset” in the trial. He told her he wanted her to get a taste of “the other participants” before her true role as the newest Prime Asset was finalized. Feeling mischievous today, S-228 quietly laughed, turning into a puddle of liquid as the “District Attorney’s best buddy” came upstairs, to stop the reagents.

This guy was just..wow! He already incapacitated one guy, the other two elsewhere. She watched as he was blasted by a spread of..teeth? Is that teeth? Oh, now she couldn’t help herself. She loved teeth! She needed them! Precious nutrients!

Danny materialized just in time to get in the way of the second shot Barbi loaded up for the poor sucker on the floor. Jumping in front of them, both parties were caught off guard, for obvious reasons.

“What the fu–” the reagent uttered before becoming Danny’s cushion. Ouch.

“HEY! I WAS BUSY–WHO TA FUCK ARE YOU?! No one gets in MY way o’ murdering!”

“TEETH!” she squealed, grabbing at the ones that fell on the floor, like a kid on Halloween night grabbing candy.

The reagent took this as a sign to get the fuck up and piss off, Barbi distracted by this newcomer.

“That’s my ammo, hey, wait–Hey, answer me! You look new. I’m gonna enjoy…fuckin’ you up, since you fucked up my kill over there, fucko. Now get up and SCRAM.” Franco laughed coldly, reloading his Lupara. Danny looked up from her hoard of teeth, no traces of the blank mixed with teeth even hurting her. ‘The fuck is this weirdo?’ Franco thought, getting a closer look at her. Long, slimy-looking antennas on top of her head, a big, thick equally-slimy tail…That was wagging back and forth. She looked up at him, head tilted all adorable–wait what? No! She looked so fucking cute, her eyes begging him for more. Oh, he’ll give her more, alright.

Franco aimed Lupara at her, crooked teeth exposed all ugly. “You can’t win me over wit’ cute eyes, you fuckin’ roach.” ‘Roach?’ Danny was insulted, rising up to full height, a whole head taller than Franco. Franco wasn’t intimidated at all, he’s killed taller, size ain’t shit.

“I’m not a roach!” came a slightly high feminine voice. “I’m Danny!” she felt so proud of herself, not realizing Barbi was wheezing hard.

“‘I’m not a roach!’ Waah! You realize how fuckin’ STUPID you sound? I wasn’t born yesterday!” “...I wish I was…” he muttered under his breath that last bit. “Well, ‘Danny’, nice knowing ya!-” BANG! BANG!

Danny was covered in more teeth, her skin slowly sucking them all in. She looked longingly into Franco’s eyes, absolutely infatuated. “Ohhhhhh that’s it, feed me more! Please! It’s so good~” she purred, basking in the calcium-rich spread.

“Well, since ya asked so nicely–wait, no! That’s precious ammo, ah ah ah! And what’s THIS? Ya get turned on by this shit? You slutty whore, oh ho ho! Come closer, baby needs ya. Let’s CUDDLE.” he pulled her up by the arms, shivering at the warm, wet slimy mess her skin felt like.

“Why d’ya feel like warm glue–”
“-Oh, one moment please!” her skin felt more solid now. Still warm and slimy, but less.
“Guess you really are more like ah…snail? A slug? One of those gross things you squash or salt to death.”
“Mmm! What’s your name sir?”
“SIR? Ahhh…” he pulled at his collar, flattered. “You can call me Franco Barbi, or you can call me baby, sweet thing~”
“Is it because of this thingy?” she grabbed his pacifier, the urge to pop it in strong. Couldn’t help herself. She thinks she gets why babies like these things now. She’d rather suck on something else, though–
“That’s mine!” he snatched it outta her mouth, her glare immediate. To pacify her (haha), he stuck his fingers in her mouth, trying to see what he was working with.

Her insides were all soft and gummy, still moist and slimy and warm like her body. She felt really good, good enough to–ah, fuck it. Those reagents always win anyways.

Danny latched on, sucking Franco’s fingers, eyes rolling upwards in bliss. She made a trilling noise, tongue wrapping around his fingers to squeeze, firmly. Oh yeah, she’s so ready. She’s been begging to scratch this itch she’s been holding in since the trip here.

“--Welcome our newest future Prime Asset, The Infiltrator. S-228, or “Danny” will be randomly shadowing three reagents in one of your trials today. She is not a reagent, she is now family. Show her how our ‘therapy’ sessions go around here. Should you get hit by her…’imprinting’, fear not. S-228 will have chosen you, lucky child, to be her…’marked one.’ Good luck children, father loves you all.”

Danny popped his fingers out of her mouth, smiling dumbly up at Franco. “Hey Franco, you wanna be…best buddies forever? I’ll be WAY better than that dumb D.A. guy of yours, let me show you…” she slurred, body vibrating in Franco’s grasp, excitement eating her up. “You’re gonna be destined for greatness, let me show you. I can be that push.” Her pupils dilated, her hands grabbing his to paw at her breasts. “Don’t you want me?”

Well, god fucking damn it all. An absolute slut, albeit a deranged one, offering herself to him freely. He didn’t have to do anything, but shoot her! She liked that shit, fucking freak. And he thought he was crazy. ‘She liked the teeth,’ he remembered.

“Of course I want ya, sweet thing. I want you so bad, but ah, just one problem.” he looked down, sighing in embarrassment. “...I need a little more persuasion from you, if you catch my drift.” he dared not admit his…little problem.

“Oh, no worries! I’ll just shoot you!” her eyes burst into little hearts. Damn, she was so cute. Coyle better not EVER get to her. Gooseberry, maybe. Wait, did she just say shoot? “H-hey, whaddya mean SHOOT? I’m the one with a gun here–” THWP!

She stabbed him…with a dart? In the ass. From where though?

“AGH! The FUCK–you stupid BITC–ooooohhhh.”

Franco’s vision became rose-tinted, his body feeling all tingly and warm. He felt hot, uncomfortable, like he needed to get out of his skin. He looked down, and there IT was, at full attention. How? How?

“--I’m gonna enjoy milking you dry, babe~” she chuckled darkly. “…The euphoria I can give you, it makes me excited thinking about it! It’s okay if you can’t get excited for me, I can help you. Again…and again…” God she monologued like a villain, is this how he sounded? She was biting her lip too, fingers curled in her mouth, teeth catching onto them. “...And again. You’re mine now, Franco Barbi. I’m gonna fuck you up so good–” she squealed with glee, grabbing his pants and pulling them down.

Nothing happened. The belt held his pants in place. Oh. Franco snickered at her, Danny squirming uncomfortably.

Something wriggled from between her legs, pressing up against him. He shuddered, not sure if he welcomed the sensation or not.

Danny unbuckled his belt, THEN pulled his pants down. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, cock out on full display.
“You have such a nice dick, Franco~ Juuuust right~” she cooed, hands going to cradle it gently, getting on her knees in front of him, stroking him until precum leaked.
“T'fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I'm saying it's just right, numb nuts.” She kissed the tip of his dick, letting her tongue wet the tip, swishing it around. He groaned lowly, hand not holding Lupara reaching for the back of her head, grasping it firmly.
“Be careful what you wish for dollface, you don’t know what you’re getting into~” he teased, hissing when she took him all the way in her mouth, good God her mouth felt like heaven! If her mouth feels this good, he can’t imagine how good she’d feel down there, gripping onto him so tight, fuck fuck fUCK–
She slurped and bobbed up and down, tongue coiling all around his dick like a spring. Her tongue must’ve been wickedly long. If she kept this up, he wasn't gonna last long. ‘Better to finish than not,’ he groaned, hands gripping her head harder, nails raking her scalp.
“Oooh, you're so talented Franco~” she cooed with praise making him go dumb, scratching that desire to be told he was doing so well.

How was she talking with his cock in her mouth? He wouldn't realize how and why until later, but that's later. Right now, she's pressuring him to bust by sucking real tight on his shaft, movements getting erratic. “If I were getting this, I'd cum too~”
Huh?
“ C'mon baby, give it to me, I know you wanna! Please cum for me…won't you?” The plea in her voice at the end did it for him, the tight-lipped sucking was too much, and that godly amazing tongue.

“You fuckin’ whore, come and collect my–”

Franco let out a weak soft cry as he spilled himself in her mouth, some of the cum dribbling past her lips. Danny continued to suck his cock clean, Franco eventually pushing her head away from overstimulation. “S'too much, doll, let up let up…need a moment,” heavy breathing as he came down from his high. His cock started to soften up again, Danny looking slightly disappointed.

“Aw, the love dart wore off that fast?”
“Love what?”
“My love darts! I shot you from here–” she gestured to the end of her tail “--so you could wanna get…FRIENDLY with me..I hope that's okay? I'm sorry, I promise I've been good up until now! I just saw you downstairs earlier and heard you…I couldn't help myself. I knew I wanted you. And you're a…primo asset, just like me! So it works out, right?” The way she misuses the term FRIENDLY was a bit off.

“Well, that explains the sudden erection. Did you say darts? So you, shot me in the ass, to get it up?”
“Mm!”
“-Some crazy miracle elixir there babe. Wouldn't mind having that for myself more often. And oh, uh, about that earlier…Don't worry about it, Miss ‘Prime Asset’. That Easterman fuckwit already informed us about ya, told us you'd be coming to watch. Didn't know you'd do more than just watching though, heheh.” Franco felt really good, what more could he say?

“So, you say you're a good girl eh? I'd say you were pretty bad right about then.”

Cheeky teaser!

“Well, that's, that's because–IreallyreallyloveloveLOVEyou!” Danny blurted, face flushed with embarrassment. She was lying, probably. Anything to keep him here.

“You don't love me, you're a fuckin’ liar. Nobody loves Franco fuckin’ Barbi. Ya love a good time.” He scoffed, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt.

“That's not true! I do li-l-love~ you! OKAY, maybe not YET…But, you took my dart so willingly and well, like such a good boy!”

“I ain't no fuckin’ dog!”
“Didn't say you were, did I?”

Franco groaned, rubbing his temples. How's he gonna let her down as gently as can be? She's too pushy for his tastes, usually he's the one doing the chasing, not the other way around! In a way, it felt nice though, being wanted. Maybe…no, not yet. Maybe later.

“Hey uh, Danny is it? We should get going, trial’s over. I'll get ‘em next time, no worries. I got plenty of District attorney friends anyways. Don't think any ‘o them mannequin whores suck dick as good as you do though,” he decided to give her a small smile, hand held out to hoist her up.

Danny felt like her heart opened up further, hearts swimming in her eyes. Franco's so…sweet! He may not be conventionally attractive, but he's cute in a weird way she can't quite explain. Who says chivalry's dead? He praised her! Heart beating out of her chest, she took his hand and rose, tail wrapping around his lower torso.

Franco shuddered. She's so fucking weird and gross. She's lucky she's also cute as fuck. And she's got a nice pair of tits, too. He can't decide if he's charmed, disgusted, or just really horny and desperate for any attention. Maybe it's all three? Whatever.

He was about to walk her back to the shuttle when she turned to kiss him on the cheek, then became liquid on the floor again. The puddle sped off towards the shuttles without him.

He sighed. ‘What the fuck did I get into.’ He better get to taste those mamelas real soon. Franco with Lupara left for his cell room, Danny nowhere to be found.

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“...So you mean to tell me your cell isn't even ready yet? That's a shame, isn't it daddy?”
“Stay out of it PHYLLIS, and NO, she's not welcome in ours. Now SCRAM, fuckin’ martian! Getting my feathers all goopy, ugh–”

Franco's ears perked up, Gooseberry was in the common area. For once, he was relieved there'd be a buffer between him and the new girl. He wasn't ready to pickup where they left off at, she was too intense. She made him feel strange, not like himself. He was still trying to figure out why she was considered a Prime Asset when all she did was suck his cock like she was parched. Speaking of, he was thirsty.

Franco tried to inconspicuously get to his cell, seeing the coast was clear, seeing the new girl distracted with Momma Gooseberry.

“But momma, my new home isn't ready yet~! The Easterman guy said they gotta install a biiiiig bathtub for me, and it'll take some time. I prooooomise I'll be a good girl, I'll even sleep on the floor! Please?” Danny flashed her puppy eyes at Phyllis, hands clasped together like prayer.

“...Daddy, isn't there something we can do for her? The little one will be cold and sleeping in the common area is…lonely, isn't it?”
Danny nodded, the word “lonely” standing out and making her uneasy.

“Well, if I can’t stay, can I ask you a favor mama?”
“You may ask~”
“...Can I have some teeth? I really like teeth, they're so crunchy and tasty. I'm not allowed too much at mealtime, but I can't get enough. Pretty please?” She pleaded, enjoying how much her puppy-dog eyes have been working so far here. The researchers and guards never let her get away with this much begging, she could tell she was going to like Mother Gooseberry a lot.

“...I'll have to think about it. If you continue to behave like the good girl I've heard you are, your wish might be granted.” Phyllis winked, while Dr. Futterman groaned in annoyance.

“Phyllis, you're so damn gullible. She could be lying, I think there's plenty of meat on her bones as is!”
“Actually, I don't have any bon-”

“Point being, if you wanna give her teeth, be my guest. I want NOTHING to do with it. The thing looks like it came out of the trash anyways.”
“Hey! Take that back!” Danny fumed, fist gripping her thigh.
“Hey, Alien girl, have you tried asking anyone else–”

“Oh! Yeah! HEY FRANCO!”

“Daddy, what's an alien?” Gooseberry's question was unfortunately left unanswered, Danny's attention now elsewhere.

Shit.

He was so close, door nearly closed when she called him out.
“Yeah girly?”
She rushed to him as that puddle thing again, popping back up with a ‘PLOP’!

Looking over at her, he took in her features. Her curly short bob was a chestnut brown, her skin the color of yellowed wallpaper from a cigarette-filled motel room, like someone doused her in iodine. Her eyes were very dark, almost pitch black, but there was some brown. He looked lower and couldn't help but ogle at her ample tits, the skintight suit she wore not helping his case. Her wide hips not helping again, all the way down to the stirrups at her feet.

“I was wondering if you'd let me have more teeth from your…gun?”
“Lupara.”
“Lupara?”
“Mhm. No. Ammo's precious, I don't really have ammunition, so I uh...got creative. Off limits, babe.” He sneered, tucking himself into his cell, hoping she backed the fuck off by the sound of him closing the door in her face.

She didn't. She wedged her leg in, peeking inside.
“Hey, nice place! Can I stay for a while?”
“HELL no. Don't you got ya own already?”
“N-no…Dr. Easterman said it's not ready yet. Said he wanted to make sure I was comfy.”
“Wish he'd done that for the rest of us, that rotting bastard.”
“But, I think your cell is nice! At least from what I can see from here! Can I take a look? I won't touch anything, promise!” Her leg forced the door open, apparently she really thinks they're besties. Fucking hell…

Franco heaved a big breath, making a grand gesture with his arms. “Right this way, princess. Who am I to refuse?” He literally couldn't, his anger simmering on low.

Danny's tail smacked him on the way in. “Oops, I'm sorry!” She apologized, coming close to him to pat off where she hit him. It only made it worse. “S'fine, now hurry up and get in before anyone else sees.” He closed the door behind her, toeing his shoes off by the door. Danny didn't wear any, so she just stood there waiting for him.

Franco piloted to the icebox, retrieving a milk bottle. He looked up at her. “I don't have anything for you, hope you don't mind.”
“Not at all! I'm more of a water gal myself,” she laughed, looking away. “I was surprised the water at one of your trials wasn't actually water. I felt really stupid jumping in, it stung me so bad. Like a hundred jellyfish ganged up on me!” She hissed dramatically, body shivering at the memory.

“Why were you trying to jump in? You swim?”
“Uh huh! I love…swimming! It's quite soothing, the motions and the paddling of your legs. It keeps me fit.” she patted her belly.

‘Fit? More like thick,’ he mused. Seeing her gesture her stomach gave him the smallest thought of how it would feel to crawl inside of her? Would she be warm and soft, snuggling his body in a hug?

Danny came up from behind, head resting on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about…sweetpea?” She smiled, eyes not following suit.

Franco came back to Earth, registering her position. “Nothing, now if you don't mind, I like my milk war-”

‘Let me help you.’
That was not Franco's thought or voice.

In fact, it sounded just like Danny from earlier, during the trial-
“Warm milk? Have trouble sleeping?” She casually brushed his astonishment under the rug.

Thankfully he ignored it. ‘Must've imagined it.’
“Kinda? It's personal, you've seen my place, at the trials right? The fuckin’ gore and everything, the bodies.”
“Yeah.”
“It's the closest I can get to…that kind of milk.”
“Milk…” she wondered, putting her finger in her mouth again.
“Breast milk, titty milk, yes! Fuck, do I have to spell it out?!”
“Oh, does this count as ‘breast milk' too?” She reached behind her to unzip her suit.

Franco gulped, face getting warm. Was she just gonna hand him what he wanted on a silver platter? Well shit, he deserved it, since she fucking ganged up on him earlier. He wasn't against it, but suddenly being poked with a barb without much warning fucking sucked.

Danny slowly peeled down the front of her suit, suddenly all shy. “oh! Here, try it?” She shoved a hand into her suit, pinching one of her nipples, letting out a soft noise that he definitely heard. Her fingers came to his face without removing the top of her suit at all. Fucking tease! Why!

“Oh, but I wanna taste from the tap. Surely you don't mind, since you did me just as DIRTY earlier, RIGHT? COME ON, ‘MOMMY’...BABY JUST WANTS A SIP.” Franco grinded his teeth, fed up with this, this cocktease! Fuck it, fuck her! His hands grabbed onto her suit and yanked down hard.

Danny's face turned shades darker. Her tits bounced out, nipples half-erect. Her tail swished behind her cautiously, a mix of shock and shame on her face.
“You…you can't just do that!”
“‘You can't just do that!’” He mocked her again in that annoying whiny tone. “Well how d'ya think I felt? Duality, bitch. Now lemme suck.”

His mouth latched on a nipple, not sure what to expect. The fluid that was leaking out was kind of sweet, but not quite. It definitely tasted milky though. His tongue rubbed over the bud, sucking harder, trying to get more in his mouth. One hand grabbed her breast, the other around her back to steady himself.

Danny squeaked, feeling the discomfort in waves. She now realized what he said earlier, how invasive she was. That wasn't very good at all. Feeling it was only fair, she sighed in resignation, arms coming to cradle Franco closer. Fine, he can have this, just once. ‘A lie,’ she thought.

“...Don't you have a chair or a bed we can do this in? Standing's not very comfy-”
“Ssh, don't ruin this for me. Behind you.”
Danny walked with him into another room, sat down gently on his mattress with him sitting in her lap, still suckling.

Franco was greedy, he couldn't get enough. How she did this, he wishes he knew. If he knew earlier, he would've done this sooner. Her breasts were soft and warm, perfect. The ‘milk’ she leaked satisfied him, encouraging him to be rougher with her and tug on with some teeth. Danny winced, hand coming to grip one of the few tufts of hair he had on his misshapen head.

“No teeth.”
“Sorry mommy.”
“Excuse me?”
“Shut up, mommy.”

How rude. She was gonna retort, but he did let up on the teeth. He let go with a loud smack, slurping what was left. His hand kept groping her, his mouth moving to the other breast.
“Baby wants more..” he murmured, soft voice catching her off guard. Her heart wilted, unable to say no. She continued to cradle the back of his head, other hand rubbing circles into his back. Why did this feel acceptable?

It did, because it helped fill in the void of loneliness. She tried not to think about it, focusing on Franco's lips drawing milk from her. It lifted a pressure she didn't realize was there, like taking off your bra after a long day out. The more she sunk into the feeling, the more she felt herself starting to drool, the sensation making her hot and moist down there. She had to stop, at least try. Can't scare him off, not yet.

“...sweetpea. Mommy's gotta stop, sorry honey.” He sucked harder, whining. ‘Don't wanna, it's not enough yet!’ He mourned internally.
“Baby….please? Mommy's feeling weird, and I don't want to hurt or scare you.”

He let go finally, licking up the remains leaking from her tip as he swallowed a mouthful.
“Baby feels weird too, can mommy take care of it…” he moaned, grabbing the hand from his head down to his crotch, letting her feel how hard he was. It was rare for him to get turned on. He thrusted against her palm, friction making him moan again softly.

“Please, mommy…” he begged, mind all hazy and horny.
Danny bit her lip, unsure if this was ok. She didn't want to make him as uncomfortable as he said she did earlier. (That was a fucking lie, he enjoyed it very much, but he wasn't gonna admit that to keep guilt-tripping her.)

“Are you sure, baby? What does baby want mommy to do?” she kept playing into his fantasy, hoping it made him more compliant.

“Wanna feel Mommy's soft breasts. Like a warm hug all over.”
“Okay, sweetpea. Sit on the edge.” She instructed, removing his trousers the right way this time.

His erection was already leaking precum, throbbing painfully. Franco watched as Danny grabbed both breasts together and put him in between.

Heaven. Everything she did was heavenly. Plush, soft heaven and hell. Her tits were already moist so lube wasn't an issue. Pressed up close, he could feel her heart beating from his cock. It felt comforting, lively. She squeezed her tits around his shaft, giving him the best massage of his life. He's never had a titjob before.

He feels embarrassed that he'll most likely cum again too fast, especially when Danny kept taking the tip of his dick in her mouth when she moved up and down. Her tongue licked flat, long strokes over his head, knuckles gripping the bedsheets tight. Sweat building all over, he couldn't keep in the low moans that betrayed him.

“J-just like that, focus on the tip…oooh, yeah…yes, please I'm close I'm so close-” he coached, hands coming up to grab her head again. Thrusting erratically in between her tits and in her mouth, he was so close to reaching his peak.

“Wanna cum all over mommy. Wanna cum wanna cum, oh god gonna cum-!” Franco wailed, throbbing hot as he came, Danny letting go just in time. Thick hot ropes of cum painted her face and tits, Danny focusing on getting every last drop of Franco. He moaned weakly, too tired to resist. After she was satisfied, she licked some off her face, making a show of looking up at him mischievously with her tongue out before swallowing.

Fucking tease. He loved it though, it's like she's showing off her prize, boosting his ego. This was the second time she's made him cum, all in a day. A lot moved too fast, but again, he'd never complain. He'll take all he can. He is just as greedy as she is.

The milk on the counter was most likely forgotten, as Franco felt his eyelids grow heavier. He shed his jacket and shirt, crawling up the bed to get under the covers. Lupara rested on the nightstand, safe and within sight. He felt so sleepy. Before he could succumb, he reached out to Danny one last time.

“Stay. Lemme use ‘em as a pillow. One night.” Danny nodded, snuggling up to him under the covers, carefully nesting his head in between her breasts. Franco sucked on a nipple again, suction growing weaker as sleep took over. Danny's tail wrapped around one of his legs, him not noticing this time.

Danny closed her eyes, fatigue hitting her. The low calcium was getting to her, mind getting fuzzy as she failed to remember what time dinner was.

They both fell asleep before dinner was even served.

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Danny was the first to stir into consciousness, phantom wisps of her dreams remaining. She saw the ghost of her mother in a corner of the room, looking at her solemnly. Her eyes glassy with tears, quietly whispering “wait, don't leave-” died in her throat as she blinked, mother gone.

Just a memory now. She was truly alone now, no more familial ties existing here. She was the last one. She felt cold and hollow, felt guilty about existing. She could've had others, had siblings. She ate them all in the womb, her possessive nature demanding it so. She doesn't remember much of it, but the knowledge revealed later on hurt. She could've had a family. Sisters, brothers, perhaps. She wondered if they would've gotten along or fought like she saw on television, envious of those picture perfect families with comedy skits. She wished her mother could've stayed longer, visited her more often before she had to go.

She passed away four years ago, ‘murdered’ in her own home. She didn't know until the news reached her in captivity, a constable relaying it was “natural cause of death.” She says it was a murder because she knew she did it. She ‘killed’ her mother, slowly. The toll of giving birth to her long ago manifested in a much weaker body, her immune system vulnerable. Sepsis, most likely. 

Danny still felt bitter and self-hatred bubbling in her gut. She could feel her breath quickening, heart beating faster as she got worked up. Her workup startled the ‘baby’ in her arms, his eyes slowly opening, frowning in discomfort.

“What's the matter ma?”
“Nothing, sorry if I woke you. I've got to go soon, I'm starving. I'm pretty sure we missed dinner last night.”
“I'm not that hungry, you fed me pretty well. Tasty, too. May I have a quick breakfast, momma?” He grinned, red flushing his cheeks.

She hesitated. “...Not this time, you won't get much since I'm not feeling well. I apologize about the sheets..”
Franco looked down, seeing what she meant. His sheets were stained with sweat and slime, gross. He cringed and started to pull away, some of the slime crusting between his fingers. “Oh, gross. You're worse than snot, y'know. Now I gotta get new sheets, you're definitely not welcome back in bed unless you offer to wash ‘em, fucking gross…”

Danny's antennas wilted, making a sad noise. “Guess that's my cue to leave then, right? This…mother/baby thing you got going on is a bit weird, but I'm sure there's weirder.” She rose from the bed, readjusting her suit back on and running her hands through her hair. “I'd take a shower if I were you, unless you like smelling like saltwater.”

“I do like the way you smell, actually. It's just the fuckin’ crusty slime. It's like you're made of cum.”

A shit eating smirk developed. “I mean…you DID give me lots of-”
He put a hand covering her mouth.
“Enough, that's enough, stoppppp! I'll go shower. Don't ask to join, don't ask why.”

“Why-”

The door to the bathroom clicked shut, Danny putting her hands up in frustration. “What for? I already saw you basically naked.”

Muffled protests came from the door. “And I haven't seen you fully naked yet, the FUCK. Now go fuck off, if I see you still here, I'll never shoot you again.”

That got her attention, antennas perked up. “No!” She shrieked, darting out the cell. 

As soon as she left, Franco let out another heavy breath, turning on the shower cabinet. 

But then he felt it, the further away she got. A strong pull in his chest. Like something was taken from him. His lips trembled, eyes watering. No. Ignore it. Don't cry don't cry-
The feeling was too overwhelming. ‘Mommy don't leave me. Please come back, I'll be good. You can stay as long as you want please, don't go don't go-’

Franco slapped his face, trying to snap out of it. He wasn't stupid, he knows she did something to him. Must've been when she stuck him in the ass. Must explain the extra voice in his head from yesterday. Was she talking to him in his head? How?

‘Get out of my head,’ he thought angrily. No one gets to control him like that.

Silence. No reply. Can she not hear him back, is it a one-way only? Franco quietly sobbed in the shower, confused and angry at what conspired.

This bitch has got to go.

In the mess hall, Danny got the distinct feeling she forgot something. She suddenly felt horrible, a deep sadness taking her briefly. Like someone was calling for her.

Franco Barbi!

‘I'm so sorry,’ she communicated to him. ‘I'll explain it later, I promise. I'll come back soon.’

Danny got her rations for breakfast, along with a cup half-full of teeth. She scooted into an isolated bench and ate her porridge, not bothered by how bland it tasted. Sorting her thoughts in her head, she thought about how to explain what was happening to Franco.

She pricked him with hormones, meant to encourage libido. It worked, but not for long. She was frustrated. She doesn't know how it was supposed to work, since she doesn't really have much knowledge from her ‘father,’ being only a sample with no guidance to learn from. It just felt…natural, to want to prick him. She got too excited and had her way, albeit dubious. She knows he can hear her sometimes in his head, if she tries hard enough. Could he hear everything, like right now? She hoped not.

This strange connection brought her peace. She felt less lonely, knowing he could hear her. She only wished she could hear him. She'd love to have long late night chats with him, when they couldn't be together.

Speaking of, her cell should be ready today. She chugged the cup of teeth, enjoying the dense crunchy molars breaking apart down her throat. She wished she could have more, but she was being monitored with caution. She wasn't reprimanded yet for yesterday's incident, and she'd be happier if she wasn't. Punishment was never good. She didn't know what Sinyala would do to her, unlike back home at her old lab.

As she quickly got up to leave, Danny noticed a man who looked like an officer smoking a cigarette on the other end of the mess hall. Except he looked out of place, more like he was playing dress-up as an officer. ‘Not dealing with that today’. Grateful she went unnoticed, she kept silent as she deposited her tray at a window slot and left to find Dr. Easterman's office.

Three dull knocks sounded at Dr. Hendrick Easterman's office door. Normally he would summon people to his office, not them coming to him. He mused it must've been his newest guest, naive to the unspoken mannerisms of this place. No worries, she'll learn soon. She didn't wait to enter, standing before him in her lab-issued clothing from New Mexico.

“S-228, what pleasantries do I owe you? It must be something good, since you see it fit to interrupt my curriculum for future therapies.”

Danny straightened her posture, tail lazily swaying betraying her nervousness. “I wanted to inquire about the state of my cell, Dr. Easterman. Also, to make requests regarding my…calcium intake limits. I'd like to increase it, if it's possible.” Blunt and to the point.

“Why do you need more teeth?”
“It doesn't have to be just teeth, it's a preference."
“...Tell me the story of why you like teeth, and I might be inclined.”
Danny wrapped her tail around her leg, a familiar comfort. “Okay.”

“As you are aware, my…mom was supposed to give birth to triplets, right? Well, I suppose I was the weakest of the three. All of us were not actually meant to do well, since blending unknown extraterrestrial…biology with mankind’s could produce unknown results, deficiencies even. From what I remember, I was told I had a calcium issue. Snails make shells and other things out of calcium right?”

“Calcium carbonate, yes. Go on.”

“For some reason, I can't really produce too much. I don't even have bones. My skin is miraculously acting as bones when hardened. I'm…supposed to have a shell on my spine. I just…know I am. I need to fulfill that desire.”

“So, because you lack bones beneath your skin, you believe a shell will…what, help you maintain your calcium distribution?”

“Yes! Once I have enough, I can probably quell the urges to consume as much. Can we please test this out?” Her slimy antennas perked at him.

“...This is an interesting potential development, however…It could affect Project Infiltration. We still haven't discussed your therapy trials, your assigned therapist, and what your goal is here. Since you were thrust upon us on short notice, I'm afraid my mind isn't entirely made up and progress is made on the go. I assume you understand. We can put you on an increased diet of calcium, however to save resources, it might be animal milk. Would that work out? You'll still get your regular amount of teeth, just the additional supply won't be.”

Danny breathed a sigh of relief, about to thank him when he cut her off.

“You still haven’t told me why you like teeth so much,” he smirked, enjoying the way she squirmed, eyes drawn to her thighs clenching. He admits she’s attractive, once you get past the novelty of her extra appendages. His mind went back to watching the security footage of her first trial with Franco Barbi. It had gotten him unbelievably hot and bothered, seeing her get shot in the face point-blank with various reagents’ teeth. Oh how he wished she had put the tip of Lupara in her mouth. He quickly adjusted himself under the desk, willing him to calm down.

“--I enjoy the texture of hardened calcium because it gives my own teeth something to grind on. Breaking down the compressed nutrients is satisfying. Sometimes I find my favorites, and the pain from being…poked or cut feels good.”

“So, would this be an oral fixation?”
“I guess? Chewing ice as a child wasn’t enough. I used to be given salt blocks, but I don’t like the taste.” She stuck her tongue out in disgust.
“I see. One more question. What’s your favorite?”

Her eyes lit up, a genuine smile forming. “Incisors. Depending on the creature, the jagged edges feel really good running my tongue across ‘em.”

“Ah, one last thing, to change the subject before I dismiss you. I’m aware of what happened during your..first trial yesterday.”

Her body felt heavy and cold.

“But, don’t worry too much. I’m not mad or disappointed. I’m curious about what you did to Mr. Barbi, actually.”

“I-I’m very sorry sir, I didn’t mean it-”
“Ssh, shh, it’s okay. Just tell me what you did to him, apart from…pleasuring him?” his eyebrow arched, amused at her humiliation.

“...I punctured Mr. Barbi with a ‘love dart’. Love darts require nourishment and time to develop in my body, and they help raise libido to get ready to…mate with potential partners for reproduction.” she coughed, looking away from the desk, flustered. “I assumed Fran–Mr. Barbi needed a little ‘push,’ as I thought he wasn’t attracted to me.” she said with some bitterness at the end. Odd. “Mr. Barbi can now hear me talking to him in his head.”

Dr. Easterman looked straight at her. “How?”
“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with a part of me being inside of him? I don’t know if it’s permanent. Apparently I think he can only hear my thoughts when I concentrate on him hard enough. I can’t hear him. I was going to see him after this to test out if I can change that.”

“Very well, if you are successful, please report back to me on your findings. Your new cell should be ready for you, fitted with a large bathtub as you requested. Have fun, Danielle Warbler.”

Danny looked at him with a cold distant look in her eyes. She didn’t like being called by her full name. “Thank you, Doctor. I can go now?” he nodded, Danny quietly closing the door behind her, tiptoeing back to the prime asset block.

Franco laid in his bed, thumb in his mouth as he rocked himself soothingly. Danny hadn’t come back yet. She hadn’t said anything else after saying she’ll come back soon. He was getting cranky and fed up with waiting. He felt torn between not liking her and liking her, she was quite mischievous but also very accepting and open, even letting him get away with breastfeeding. The stuff she lactated was basically milk, sweet and full. Not even Mother Gooseberry let him get that close. She was gullible, forgiving, and naive. He wondered what else he could get away with.

He thought about fucking her, tasting her like she did him. He remembered feeling a bulge when they were in the heat of it. Odd. He’s heard and can confirm she’s definitely not human, so clearly she must have some freaky anatomy going on down there. ‘Does she have a dick?’ he wondered. It felt big, not like a regular one, more worm-like. He didn’t know how to feel about putting his hands on another guy’s dick, let alone a ‘girl’ with one. It freaked him the fuck out. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why did she have to be so damn tall too? This shit made him feel more emasculated than he already does day-to-day. The humiliation shit already embarrassed him, but thinking about having to get down on his knees and take her in his mouth like a slut made his face heat up and his skin shiver. No Barbi sucks cock like a cheap whore. Franco isn’t anyone’s bitch.

Franco decided to ignore the warm feeling pooling in his gut.

But he knows she’d probably do anything he wanted if he asked.
Franco’s aware she’s sticking around him to bribe his precious ammunition. She won’t get any, she’s just leading herself on for nothing. She can get her own damn resources, seeing as she stooped to asking Mother herself earlier. Fucking lazy ass manipulator. ‘She doesn’t actually like you,’ he thought to himself. She just wanted something from him, to use him. Everybody always does it. Franco bitterly retrieved a milk bottle from the icebox, greedily sucking it down.

Just then, he heard three short knocks on his door. He opened it to reveal…Danny, smiling and bouncing on her feet.

“Sweetpea!” she chirped, smashing him in a suffocating hug between her breasts.
‘Not a bad way to die,’ he dreamily thought.
“Hey, uh you. T’fuck you want? I’m kinda fuckin’ busy here.”
“Riiight. Drinking…milk like a baby?” she cheesed, pulling his face up to look down at him.
“I told you I’d be back. I wanna show you something.”
“Your new place?”
“Mhm! Figured you wanna see it if you ever decide to come see lil ‘ol me,” her face was full of adoration and longing. Longing for him, longing for company. A silent plea to quell the ache of loneliness inside her.

“I guess so, well let’s see it. Lead the way, your highness.”
Danny’s skin trembled at his nickname, the pet names making her feel happy. She grabbed his hand and led him further down a few blocks.

Danny almost accidentally knocked on her door due to force of habit. She chuckled to herself, opening the door to reveal a plain room. A twin size bed in a corner with white sheets, a couch with a bookshelf against a wall, and a narrow hallway leading to what was assumed a bathroom.

“Place looks fuckin’ desolate, it’s pathetic.” he scoffed, even though his wasn’t any better. He only had an icebox because he asked for it.

“Hey hey, don’t judge just yet, Come look in the bathroom. I specifically asked for this one, I don’t mind the main area.” She dragged him into the bathroom, everything looking normal except for a very large clawfoot bathtub in the center. Her bathroom was bigger than his!

“Hey, how come you get a fancy ass bathroom?”
“Because I asked~ I had to give up some bedroom space though. Isn’t it lovely? You could fit two whole people in there! Look, it’s even big enough for my height!” she praised, happy about the tub. She’d have to express her gratitude to Easterman later.

“Come, come sit in it with me!” she hopped inside the tub and patted the edge, beckoning him in. Franco begrudgingly followed, tucking his knees up to his chest inside.

It felt nice. It was roomy, luxurious even. He wondered how it would feel to soak in here in warm water like he does in his bathroom, emulating being in a womb.