Interconnected: Spliced Souls

Harold was always kind—in public and around his daughter. I doubt she knew he was the man who ordered others to die. I had killed a lot, but I knew he probably had more blood on his hands.   

The dichotomy of him being this loving father with a bit of a foolish side differed when we were alone. After dinner, he excused himself to his study. I had a message sent to Nimyra, and she only returned a letter telling me to be safe and have fun.   

And with that, we went to Srassa’s room and brainstormed in our kitty cat pajamas!  

Only then did it feel like a real sleepover!  

“Okay, this is our first real mission as Butterfly Rumble. I know it’s not ‘official’ official, but it’s still our first one! So! We gotta do it right! Let Operation Cheer Up begin!”   

Our dear captain started us off strong, and twenty minutes later, she looked at her diary and read out what we had so far. “Servy can use her crystals to make statues of the girls. Or she can make one of Fisher.”  

“Yep,” I said, chipping away at a red jewel in my palm. The flakes I carved vanished before hitting the ground. I had four more near me, but they weren’t that good. I couldn’t make detailed shapes that well.   

“And then we have the cookies and cakes. And then we can go to the park with the children. And… Maybe we can take Marissa and her daughters to Lucoa Village to see the horses and pet the cows. I know that’s always made me happy. And… Oh, we can take them shopping.”  

“For new toys? That would be fun,” Srassa added. She hugged her knees to her generous chest and lowered the hood on her pajamas.   

“Yep. Oh, Servy… Umm—”  

“I know. It’s not good. Ugh.” I absorbed the ruined mess I held and started anew with another cube. It was a good thing I had an infinite amount of blood. Inside my soul world, Itarr and Albert were working to help by carving their own crystals.  

“Hey, what if Albert helped? He’s kinda like a kid, right?”  

“… He said he may look like one, but he’s an old man at heart. He doesn’t think he can best support them. He'll try, though,” I said, repeating what he told me.   

“That’s all we can ask for.” Momo crossed her legs and stretched. “Like I said, I dunno what the best option is. I guess we gotta be understanding. Marissa seems like a good woman. And I know it’s gonna be hard on her, but I want to do what I can to lessen it.”  

“You have a good heart, captain.”  

“Oh? Just a heart? Not a good anything else?” Momo grinned and fluttered her eyes.    

“A good smile. And a cute face. Pretty ears. A rocking body. And you’re not a half-bad kisser. And—”  

“Jeez! I was joking!” Momo turned red in the face, but she didn’t look away. Srassa hopped a little closer. She told us to close our eyes.   

We did, and after we opened them…she had unbuttoned her top, revealing her chest.   

“What…about me?” she softly said.   

“Are ya crazy?!” Momo whispered. “We’re in your house! I thought—”  

“Father’s asleep. It’s almost midnight. We’ll be fine… Ms. Momo, don’t you…want to…get naked again?”  

“I think Servy does…” Momo pointed at my erection.   

It was definitely noticeable.   

“But I can’t say I haven’t thought about what we did. I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to. But is it okay?” Momo and I watched as Srassa replied to our captain's question by pushing a dresser in front of the locked door. She slipped to the bed and jumped on it, her boobs bouncing wildly. “That answers that. Umm…” Momo slowly unbuttoned her top, and she took it off.   

Her nipples were erect. Srassa then stood on the bed and stripped to her panties. I absorbed my clothes, and we looked at Momo, who joined us. And then my friends took off each other’s panties, and we sat there—naked.   

“Umm… What do we do now?”  

“Umm…” Srassa blushed. Her thighs squirmed.   

“After what we did… We could…watch each other masturbate?” I grabbed my dick and slowly jerked off. Momo spread her legs and touched herself, and Srassa joined. We scooted even closer together until we were touching each other.   

In seconds, the room’s atmosphere became lewd. “Captain, you’re so cute down there…”  

“Ms. Momo… My heart…it feels like it’s about to jump from my chest.”  

“I guess…I’d better check it…to…make sure… Ahh~~” Momo grabbed Srassa’s chest. The beautiful noble grabbed mine, and I rubbed Momo.   

It was a beautiful…serene moment we shared. My hormones were nothing like I’d ever felt. Momo saw my expression change and wondered if I was getting closer. They leaned close to me and licked my lips, and I stuck out my tongue. We kissed lewdly as we all inched closer to climax. Srassa was first. She barged ahead and sealed Momo’s lips with her own as her fingers furiously pounded her pussy. Momo was next. She cried so beautifully but desperately held in her quivering voice.   

They turned to me and immediately placed their soaked hands over my tip. That pushed me over the edge. I covered their hands in my semen, jerking off incessantly until the last bit of sperm was squeezed out.   

“Woah… It’s always so hot. And…it’s going to taste good.” Momo licked her fingers and squirmed. Her tail went wild. “It’s just like sugar milk! I haven’t had this in years…”  

“Strawberry cake? Servy, is there no limit?” Srassa licked her hands, and then she and Momo got the idea to clean each other up.   

“There doesn’t seem to be,” I said, cleaning myself. My penis snaked through my tits, and I tasted a chocolate pudding.   

“Geez… Something like that… It’s making me horny…” Momo continued to masturbate. Srassa looked flush in the face. She pinched her nipples, then jumped off the bed to grab two of her largest stuffed animals. She tossed one to Momo, placed the other on the bed, and straddled its face.   

“Let’s do it together, Ms. Momo,” Srassa said, her voice even more seductive. She worked her hips and rode her pussy against the fuzzy snout.   

I was so goddamn jealous…  

Momo nodded, then did the same. She was close enough to Srassa that they held hands and kissed. The two helped the other move. “But what about Servy, it’s…ahh~~~ it’s…not…fair…mmmnn!!!”   

“I have this.” I brought out the breeding mount and placed it near the bed.   

It was right beside them.   

I stood behind it, grabbed the support handles, and rammed my cock. It was so long that the tip poked out the other side…right between their faces.   

They didn’t care that I could make my dick as long, wide, or thick as I wanted to. Momo even called it a pretty cool ability, although I imagine her estrus cycle dictated her words. It ended during the trip back, and Momo said it wouldn’t return until a few months. She had pills to reduce the effects, but she had looked embarrassed and said she didn’t know if she wanted to take them anymore.    

Momo looked at Srassa. Srassa returned the gaze, and they continued to kiss and ride, covering my tip with their tongues. I pumped my hips and fucked this artificial pussy. My balls slapped against the entrance. When I climaxed, Momo took the first load. She swallowed what she could, but a lot dripped out of her mouth. Srassa took the second shot ten seconds later.   

I alternated ejaculating down their mouths until the breeding mount’s handles broke off from how much Itarr and I had abused the poor thing.   

Momo and Srassa’s stuffed animals were utterly soaked in their liquids. I absorbed the mount and jerked off, rubbing the tip on their stomachs before covering them in my seed.    

I wanted to stick it in so badly I was about to go crazy. 

“Hey…I have an idea…”  

A few seconds later, I laid on the bed with Momo straddling my face. “Is…this—Ehh~~~ Not so—hard, Ser~~~vy…” I grabbed Momo by the thighs and licked like hell. I was so turned on by her scent that I couldn’t handle it. If I couldn't push past her moistened, delicious peach with my dick, then at least I could do it with my tongue.   

Srassa grabbed my legs and rubbed her crotch against my thighs. My penis snaked between her tits. She passionately kissed her teacher, who groped her student’s chest. Srassa commented about my penis twitching with a lewd breath, and I released my load over their tits and faces. Momo really worked her hips and came, squirting my face with juices. She arched her back, pressing hard into my stomach, then rolled sideways to the bed. She heaved for air and tried desperately to catch her breath.   

Srassa looked at how good Momo felt, then crawled to my face. She took her seat, and I did the same thing. Even when she begged me to slow down in her lovely voice, I kept going until her taste imprinted upon my lips. She fell to the bed and gasped with Momo, and I leaned up, looking at them both. Their thighs were glistening with their juices.  

“Oh… Oh, man… I…can’t even feel…my legs… Servy… You’re—you’re a bully…” Momo said, breathing heavily. 

“But you’re just so cute. I couldn’t stop, could I?”  

“Mmnph!” Momo turned away, but she slyly looked back and met my gaze before her expression melted into a breathtaking smile.    

I helped her to her butt, then assisted Srassa. She felt woozy and wobbly, but Momo escorted her to the bathroom while I cleaned the room of all evidence. The smells, stains, and liquids we climaxed from our bodies were eliminated without a trace.   

I joined them under the steady stream of water. After lathering my hands, I held them close and squeezed their asses before rubbing their pussies. My friends leaned on me for support and rubbed their soapy chests against mine. Our tits became well acquainted with each other. 

Momo and Srassa rested their weight against me while I fingered their crotches. They quivered and moaned, yet they kissed each other to keep the noise down. The two convulsed as my thighs and fingers became drenched in their tasty liquids.    

They were so cute…so beautiful…I teased Momo and felt her tighten around my fingers. After having a good laugh, we finished bathing.    

But not before we treated Srassa as a princess. Momo and I sucked her nipples together and fondled without restraint until she climaxed. Then we kissed her cheeks and licked her lips while enjoying each other's company. 

We chatted about what we did, and the mood was…more sinister and depressing. Srassa teared up a few times and hugged me, crying into my shoulder.   

She really didn’t want to give up this lifestyle. Yet her obligation to her family was…  

Srassa's father put off her debut for a decade for her to fulfill her dream of being a warrior.   

I didn’t really have an answer. The only thing Momo and I could do at this point was hold her—we showed her that she wasn’t alone—that she had friends she could rely on. It was a replay of what happened in the dungeon near Waveret, but it didn’t end quite so hopeful.   

As we dried and dressed, Srassa grabbed my sleeve. “You…don’t have to go to your room. Can you stay here with me? Ms. Momo? It…should be fine. Father wouldn’t have any issues because we’re friends. He doesn’t know about your…thing. And we’re girls, right? I know it’s going to be fine.”  

Just how widespread were lesbian relationships? Were noble women allowed to experiment with other women before getting married? Did that magically lower their value in this shitty society?   

Srassa looked so…afraid. Her fears occupied a substantial part of her heart. She felt more emotional every time we had fun with each other. I nodded, and we walked to her bed. Momo scooted away the covers, and the three of us hopped underneath.   

It was warm and toasty. And it reminded me of when we fell asleep together in Waveret. If I recalled, it was after we had fun in the outdoor hot springs. Srassa faced Momo, and I hugged the noble from the back.   

“We’ll always be your friends,” Momo whispered, rubbing her student’s hands. “It doesn’t matter what happens, okay? Servy and I will be there for you.”  

“She’s right,” I said. “Things change, but that’s one constant that won’t differ. You have a friend in us until the end.”  

“Ms. Momo… Servy…”  

Srassa quietly cried herself to sleep, and Momo and I weren’t far behind her.   

---

“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you three together.” Marissa, wearing a housewife-esque blouse and skirt, was surprised when she opened the door to find three cute girls dressed in their most comfortable clothing.   

“I hope this isn’t a bother, but we thought about you last night,” Momo said. “And we wanted to do something. We didn’t know what to pick, so....”  

“We got sweets and toys.” I raised the bag I held. “Is it okay if we come in?”  

Marissa smiled the way only a mother could and stepped to the side for us to enter. The place was beautiful and homely, with an alluring fireplace in the heart of the living room. A fancy, exquisite rug rested under the glass table, flanked by comfy chairs and couches.   

Suppose that’s the kind of house you live in when you’re in the noble district.   

Marissa took us to the kitchen. She gathered some cups while Momo passed out the sweets.   

“It’s so kind of you to do this,” said the wife of the man I killed as she poured the tea we brought.  

“It’s no problem. Fisher taught us a lot. We owe him a bunch.”  

“Umm… Mrs. Jin, this is for your children. We didn’t know what size, but…” Srassa held up a cute set of kitty cat pajamas—only they were for little girls.   

“They’re absolutely adorable, and you can call me Marissa, Srassa. There’s no need to be overly formal. The girls should be waking up from their naps. I’ll go fetch them.”  

“She seems to be doing okay.”  

“You might think so, Servy, but looks can be deceiving.”  

Marissa returned with her sleepy-eyed daughters a few minutes later. They hid behind her mother, but Momo lured them over with a tasty cookie.  

“Thank you, Miss Singi!”  

“Aww… Aren’t you so precious?” Momo smiled and poked Meri’s cheeks while she chewed.   

“Your father was a genuine hero,” Srassa said. “And we have a lot to thank him for. And…we brought some presents and toys.”  

The girls gushed about the pajamas and liked the dolls and little playhouses.   

But they especially loved the figurines Albert had intricately etched throughout the night.  There were four—one of Marissa, Meri, Mari, and the late Fisher. They were precise and accurate, right down to the last-minute detail. Marissa looked…not so much uncomfortable but genuinely shocked at the statue she held. After Momo poured them some tea, she went up to the girls’ room with refreshments after they asked if she wanted to play with them.   

Srassa and I stayed with Marissa. She said she always knew it would be hard. But she never believed this day would come. I felt grim and apologized for the statue, but she doubled back and thanked me for it from the bottom of her heart. She loved her husband.   

“Can I tell you how we met?”  

“I don’t mind.” 

I did, but like hell am I going to say that.   

“It happened six years ago…” Marissa said her last name used to be Fairhold.   

Srassa recognized it, and the widow confirmed it. “Yes. We weren’t influential or wealthy, yet our family lived in Adenaford for generations. My days consisted of tea parties with the other ladies, dressing in silk dresses, and attending lavish parties to find a husband. My father wished to expand his influence on my 17th birthday. Father arranged for me to meet with suitors every other day. When we visited Canary to look for a summer home, I was still ordered to amuse potential marriage candidates for my father." 

But as luck would have it, she said, she immediately landed eyes on a man who still wore his trainee badge. He was the man who would have the honor and privilege of being her husband. And who would bless her with two cute, well-behaved bundles of joy.   

“My darling was all that filled my mind after I met with the candidate for the day. After it was over, I came up with an excuse to walk the streets, and my sole goal was to find that soldier.”  

Once she spotted him, Marissa said she put what acting abilities she had to work and timidly walked towards her target. After lying about being lost, she soon forged a hasty friendship with Fisher, who offered to escort her back to her house. And the same thing happened the next day, the next day, and every day for the following two weeks until finally, the poor girl couldn’t take the waiting.    

“My husband was denser than steel,” Marissa said, laughing. She looked at the sparkly ring around her finger. “Men usually ask the women, but I had to take the initiative. I was…trying to be cute. I curled my hair around my fingers and casually asked to spend time with him. Back then, I spoke…coarsely. I had heard rumors of people calling me a tomboy behind my back, but I didn’t much care for them. But my husband didn’t reply. I still don’t understand why, but I told him a time and a place and told him to be there.”  

She explained she couldn’t wipe the heat blushing her cheeks after walking away. She stopped halfway around the corner and screamed happily into her hands. “I felt like a maiden in love. I’d never felt anything remotely similar before.”  

“What happened? Please tell me he showed up!” Srassa asked forcefully. She was into the story.   

“Yes, he did, sweetie, but he wasn’t on time.”  

“And you waited for him?”  

“I did. It’s hard to explain if you haven't been in love, but… When you find the one, you do things you didn’t think were possible. He told me his lieutenant had kept three hours later than he was supposed to. At the time, my husband’s house was little more than a shack on wheels. He knew it was late, and he argued with himself about turning in for the night because he knew I wouldn't be there.”  

“But you were.”  

“Yes. I was. I spent six hours rifling through my closet and another two getting dressed.” She said she wore a sleeveless, high-low burgundy dress that showed off her legs, her best pair of heels, and a fashionable bracelet that matched her blue earrings. She had styled her hair in a long, elegant, feminine ponytail and used two hair bows to enhance her cuteness.   

“I won’t lie. I…was getting upset. But then I heard the annoying clanking of armor, and my heart skipped a few beats.” Marissa stood and acted out a rehearsal of that night. She put her hands behind her back and skipped a few steps, telling us she went past him on purpose and turned around right when the moon appeared from behind a cloud. “And this is what I said. ‘I see you’ve finally decided to show yourself. It’s about time! I was starting to think you didn’t care for me… And I do like you, Fishy… If I didn’t, do you think I would have acted like I needed to be escorted home a dozen times? I might be a dunce, but even I know where I live.’ And he said ‘I like you too. I really do… I hoped you were waiting for me.’” She used a deep voice for Fisher and smiled. I was sure relieving these memories was a good thing.    

“That’s it? Nothing else?” I asked.    

“Nothing else. Love… I believed it was an unnatural topic for my husband. He was older than me, but Fishy had never taken anyone out. He didn’t know what you were supposed to do on a date. We walked around the park, hand in hand, merely talking and listening. After we made it around twice, we walked once more, but I held his hand. He took off his gloves. And… We stopped beneath a flowering tree, and a sudden breeze chose that moment to sprinkle us with nature’s blessing. The time felt right—for me and him. We looked at each other…and we shared our first kiss.”  

“That sounds so romantic.”  

“Oh, it was! Fisher recreated the moment during our fifth anniversary. I swear…it felt like I fell in love with him all over again…”  

“But… Something doesn’t make sense. Fisher didn’t have a last name then, did he?” I asked.   

“He didn’t. He didn’t get one until he made a name for himself in the guard. It was a reward.”  

“Then…that means...”   

Marissa looked at Srassa and nodded. “Yes, I was disowned. Later that night, I snuck Fisher into my room, and we became each other’s first. And I loved him. I truly did. And my father… I was thrown out and left behind when they returned to Adenaford a week later. I moved in with Fisher, got a job in a bar as a waitress, and we worked hard. Our first child was born later that year, and her sister wasn’t far behind. Fisher… My husband’s an amazing father. He worked tirelessly to provide for his family and ensure we had enough money to live comfortably in case of his…passing.”  

“I see…”   

Marissa continued to regal us with tales of her and her husband. Momo came down about an hour later. She was exhausted from head to toe and said she didn’t think two little girls could have that much energy. Mari and Meri had fallen asleep, and Momo made sure to tuck them into bed. Marissa thanked her, and we continued to chat.   

When dinner time rolled around, Marissa made us a simple meal. It was a basic stew—nothing too fancy—but it was Fisher’s favorite. She said he liked it when the vegetables were undercooked because that was how his sister made it.   

That’s right. Fisher had a sister. She died in that kobold attack on the village. Just how much does Marissa know about his past? It can’t be a lot. Or maybe he lied to her?  

When night fell, we left. I stayed at Srassa’s house, but she and Momo were tired because they played with the girls after dinner.  

I spent the night in my soul world with Itarr and Albert.