Hands bathed in rich crepuscular light intrude upon the privacy of two young women occupying the floor of the cosiest room on Earth. A head turns towards the blinds from which that twilight enters, light blonde hair swaying gently as the woman's raven haired companion turns in kind, both staring out into those slits with very different thoughts bouncing around their very different heads. Iris, running frustrated fingers through long black hair that needs a proper brushing, considers this as good a distraction as any from the show projected over their forms, a slice-of-life shoujo anime her best friend June has been subjecting to her in a torturous attempt to cheer her up. Meanwhile, June stares out as an excuse to hide her face from her good friend Iris, cheeks flush as the reality of her new twisted scheme hits her a potent aphrodisiac. The blonde subtly writhes, thighs pushed together tightly and a wetness between them she'd be hard pressed to explain to her friend without letting the cat out of the bag prematurely. 

"Hey, Iris... you wanna go home right? I'm not kicking you out, hehe, I'd love nothing more than to hold you hostage for as long as possible and force more Arisa-chan down your throat... but I'm something of an expert on all things Iris and I know you're getting antsy!" June composes herself and decides to take the initiative, turning with an elbow leaning back against the soft mattress of her bed. "And I hate to see that cute face of yours all tired and sulking... meds not working?"

Iris scoffs and blushes, only somebody as... unique... as June, could describe this butch as cute. At least Iris thinks so, forcing herself into a box with the assessment and secretly finding some catharsis in the way June's words take a wrecking bar to it. "Jeez, am I that easy to read? I love hanging out with you, don't get me wrong it's just... well, it's just fucked is what it is haha. I stopped taking the shit they gave me, if that answers your question." Looking down into her lap and not wanting to risk meeting judgemental gaze, Iris' eyes widen when June suddenly takes her wrist, turning it gently and pressing a clear zip-lock bag into her best friend's palm. 

"Here, uhm... we've been working on a new antidepressant in the lab and I figured... what the heck. It's animal tested but I'd be a poor friend not to warn you it could have negative side effects, I'm not forcing these onto you but I can see how desperate you are and I just hate feeling so useless. If... if you decide to trial them for me, note down any side effects and ah, be careful okay? One a day, they'll take you up to the end of the week!" The prodigal chemist gives her best disarming smile, Iris' heart pounding as she inspects the bright magenta tablets in her hand before tentatively closing her fingers around them. 

"That's a lot of risk... on your part, I mean... I... god, I love you June. Best friend a gal like me could ask for, even if you are a total freak on the best of days. I owe you..." Ringed fingers raise to wipe the tear from Iris' cheek, the tired thing giving a bashful smile and leaning imperceptibly closer, not paying attention to Arisa-chan's moe antics in the slightest as the ever reliable blonde has her captured. 

"Don't mention it! Seeing your spirits lifted and having my friend back to commit to full sleepovers is reward enough, hehe." Still leaning over the bed at her back, June holds her innocent smile even when her eyes slowly widen at just how conflicted Iris looks, wondering if she somehow made a mistake in her perfectly laid out plan. People, complicated as they are, can usually be predicted quite accurately with the necessary preparations.

Wetting her lips and glancing at June's, Iris feels the tired gratitude blooming in her chest become something else, letting the feminine scent of June's perfume make her mind up for her. "You're always trying so hard for those you care about, even if certain attempts miss their mark directly the fact you tried set you apart from the rest, you know?" The young woman smirks and gestures her head to the right playfully, referring to the anime she'd need to be strapped down to willingly endure any more of. Iris actually does enjoy a good anime, but romance has always been a sore spot for her... which is why it's so strange how sure she feels about it right now. "Would... aha... would it be too weird if I kissed you right now?"

"Huh?" June feels her script catching fire, that confident mask she'd been hiding behind slipping for just a second as a very earnest expression of bewilderment greets Iris without pretence to shield her. "What do you mean?" The chemist feels herself in new, unfamiliar lands, having always used her immoral methods to corrupt those into doting on her. Why would Iris... why is she... 

"Oof. I knew you could be kind of aloof sometimes, maybe a little clueless, but it's a little funny how much you're playing into the socially dense genius stereotype. I guess I shoulda known you like your tropes." Feeling her confidence grow, slowly but surely, Iris shuffles closer until their knees meet, her arm draping over the bed as a surrogate for placing it directly around June. "I really like you, June, I've had a crush on you longer than we've been friends to tell you the truth... if anyone else asked me to drag myself out of my room tonight, feeling as shitty as I was and like I damn well deserved it... I'd have told them in politer words to leave me the fuck alone." The blushing butch takes a moment to collect herself, not wanting to scare off the only good friend she has left. "I'm sorry, this is weird... I don't even know if you like girls, let alone see me that way... but I felt if I didn't ask, I dunno, I'd end up staying up all night wishing I had. Another thing to hate myself for, and trust me, that fire doesn't need any more fuel."

"Iris, are you--"

"Oh uh! That wasn't to pressure you into anything, I'll be fine if you say no I just meant I'd hate myself for not even asking. Either way I hope I'm not compromising our friendship, I don't think I could handle things being awkward between us for very long. Ah... not to say I'm emotionally dependent on you for that either, god... this is the worst flirtation in the history of dykes ain't it?" The more she speaks, the more Iris wishes she could stitch her mouth shut and never have the chance to spout another embarrassing word again.  

June laughs, a friendlier one than she knew she had in her without the mask to make her whole, to give the illusion of person in this vessel. "You're so adorable you know? Getting all flustered over little ol' me? Hehe, I'm not worth the trouble, but if you really want to kiss a wretch like me then go ahead and do your worst!" 

The strange words should give Iris pause but she's too elated, and relieved, to assess anything but the permission that was just granted. "I'm adorable? Only you would think that, June, if I'm adorable then you're the patron saint of cuteness... you really drive me crazy." Fingers calloused by guitar practice reach out and brush blonde hair behind June's ear, Iris steadying her nerves one last time before leaning in and planting lips upon her bestie's. A brief peck, shy and uncertain, Iris only pulling a few inches back and feeling butterflies assault her stomach. "How... How was that, Junebug?"

With a wry grin, June cocks her head, nails digging into the carpet as confusion molests her. "It was... too short." 

"Well, that was one of two kisses I owe you for the night. That was thanks for the drugs, though I promise don't smooch my other dealers. I'd stay over but I'm a mess, maybe after my little trial if I'm feeling better I'll ask you out properly? Here, this can be your kiss goodnight. Consider it an advance, a promise." With shaky hands, Iris carefully reaches out to hold the sides of June's head, touch sinking into soft blonde locks as she pulls closer and parts her lips for a proper kiss. Lips lock into lips and Iris feels herself in heaven, momentarily forgetting about the miserable month she's had as she enjoys the taste of her best friend's tongue with eyes fluttering shut. Wishing she'd made a move much sooner, Iris loses herself in the kiss, never wanting it to end. When they're next alone like this, when Iris is hopefully well medicated and ready to commit, she'll ask June properly to be her girlfriend. 

Suddenly, everything's looking up.

Lips part and both women stare down into their respective laps, neither quite knowing what to say to drive the night forwards. Eventually, Iris stands, surprising June that she was stunned into a longer intermission than her prey. That's right, Iris is just another conquest, nothing more. 

"Goodnight, Junebug. I'll keep in tough. Uhm, bye." Red-faced and buzzing with a high she hasn't felt in years, Iris grabs her jacket and puts a little too much effort into looking cool on her exit, giving a two finger wave and escaping quickly afterwards to light up a cigarette and scream into her hands. 

The blonde is left dumbfounded, having allowed Iris to hijack the flow of her scene and still sitting on her knees ten minutes later with the antics of a clumsy Arisa-chan unable to distract her from the deep thought. While it was certainly unexpected, she admits that Iris' attraction to her was never in question, it's part of why she chose the girl in the first place. Still, she hadn't anticipated any moves to be made towards their inevitable coupling until after Iris began taking that hot pink medication that'll make a moe girl of her yet. 

"Goodnight, Iris..." A twinkle of guilt is blinked away as soon as it crops up, June rolling her eyes at the unwanted emotion weighing her down and deciding to remind herself just how exciting it will be to watch that rough and tumble butch soften into a feminine klutz for her satisfaction. June couldn't stomach an equal partnership, deep down she knows this, and so she culls the part of herself that wonders what it'd be like with capsules blue and binding. Tonight was an adequate enough fantasy to nip that curiosity in the bud, she tells herself strictly, resting her head down on the bed where Iris' hair had been and letting her eyes fall shut for a while. While inhaling the scent of Iris' two-in-one shampoo and conditioner, June idly texts Iris instructions for how to take the special medicine, having skipped over it entirely in her absentmindedness after being blindsided by kisses so sweet you could package them up and make a fortune. 

And once her work is done, sleep hits June without need for any sedative effect to whisk her away. The wheels are in motion now, by the end of the week her Iris will be little more than a moe slut, her perfect anime girlfriend. It's laughable how easy it is to gain the trust of those closest to you, to drug them and watch them thank you for it. Eyes flutter closed and June holds tight the stuffed shark almost as big as she is which holds dominion over the right side of the bed rather staunchly. 

June pictures Iris knocking back the first tablet, legs wrapping around her soft bedfellow and imagination giving way to dream. While Iris should be devoid of dream entirely tonight, June knows that her own will become ever more vivid as the anticipation of a new conquest takes hold. 

It's for the best that these dreams take her back into the fold, replenish her resolve, for June knows she's far too wretched to be anything but a villain. 

Official 'Neko-Cuties' branded alarm clock commands the chemist to awaken and silence it using the small novelty mallet against the poor cat's ringing noggin, June jumping out of bed with a stretch and yawn. "No texts from Iris... that's good!" Soft pink curls upwards and June catches a trace of blue compromising the confidence of her smile, heading into her ensuite to take a closer look before she splashes her face with water. Knowing that Iris has no great love of make-up, June was a little surprised to see the soft butch show up to her door with a fair amount of it on her face last night, like she was trying to impress someone. That blue lipstick was so her, thought June, now staring at its lingering remains like crime scene evidence of an illicit kiss. "Cute..." She wipes it off with her thumb and then presses the thumb against her lips, unable to place why she feels so off this morning. 

Hours pass and June finds herself reaching into deep labcoat pocket to check if she's received any texts from Iris yet, wondering with a smug lipbite whether she's already gotten herself into any Arisa styled misadventures yet, or if she's starting to feel her emotions slowly begin to numb. Untested as it is, the drug could go either way and the anticipation of finding out which path her subjugation of Iris will take is beginning to eat at her. Doctor Lambert notices June's state of distraction but chooses not to say anything, harbouring a modest fear of the blonde that he considers far more irrational than it truly is. On several occasions he has shamefully taken to referring to June as a 'savant' when discussing the young prodigy with his peers, mostly on account of her poor social skills or to be more precise, her disinterest in keeping up the pretences of civility when she's focused on the task at hand. It's not an uncommon trait to have amongst scientists or doctors in any field, but most know how to rub shoulders when it benefits them, while June presents an air of superiority that may well be earned but not liable to get her what she wants in the long run.

June, of course, has considered these networking niceties and ultimately denied the necessity of such trivial affairs. If she wants somebody to accept her or help progress her career, she'll just fashion a drug that gets the job done without so much tiresome theatre. The gifted scientist rejects the advice of supposed her mentor rather abrasively and gauges the resentment closely, knowing that when the time comes for a reset on her social standing, Doctor Lambert will never know what hit him. A cure for headaches that makes you oh so forgetful, good thing the ever trustworthy June is around to keep projects running smoothly. 

Not one to stay late despite the usual stereotype, June heads out the moment the clock hits five after hanging her coat up by the door and thoroughly rinsing her hands. Well sanitised digits dig into her pocket and check her phone again, new habit bordering on obsessive. With a light sigh, she reminds herself that interfering too prematurely might get in the way of Iris' transformation, instead calling up her close friend April to unwind with an early evening drink to chill the nerves. 

Time passes, ceaselessly demanding its toll of change, and June winds up in bed once more with limbs securely wrapped around her stuffie. 

Time's drum pounds, a forward march into tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Freshly manicured hand reaches over to pick up her glasses and June beams bright against the dimness of her room this early morning. Several days have passed since she last checked up on Iris, the restless blonde having had to get her nails done in baby pink gloss to stop herself from biting them. Excited at the prospect of paying a visit to Iris at work and finally being able to witness the fruits of her labour, June is more restless than ever. A couple of days from now and Iris will be hers completely, too lost in the humiliating fantasy of becoming a clumsy anime protagonist to deny her senpai, but until then... well, it should be fun to tease her at the diner she works at and assess just how flustered the poor thing becomes. 

Greeting the summer air with a spring in her step, June climbs into her taxi and asks to roll down the window. Blue capsules sit in the breast pocket of her long beige overcoat the driver comments she shouldn't need in this weather, June politely commenting that she runs cold as she watches the tall grey buildings pass them by. The medicine is for herself, in case her excitement becomes a liability and she needs to numb herself. June's entire life has revolved around developing different drugs for specific uses and never stopping to consider how inhuman it has made her. Usually she's on these daily so that she can remain focused on her conquests without pause for thought, but the chemist hasn't touched the meds sitting in her pocket for days now, experiencing a breeze against her cheeks that finally begins to bite.

Two chimes of the bell attached to the diner door signals June's entrance and she scans the place for Iris, trying not to make it too obvious just how eager she is to lay eyes upon the woman she's slowly drugging into her toy. As she crosses over the chequered tiles to seat herself down near the counter, June locks eyes with Iris at last, who is just exiting the kitchen with a sea of girlish whispers at her back. The raven haired waitress' face is tinted in a dark blush that June silently revels in, ignoring the guilt that attempts to curtail the satisfaction. Iris reaches the table and June takes note of the tidied up hair, the ironed uniform and best of all, the cute bow she's tied the front of apron with.

"H-hey you! I was ah... I was wondering if you were gonna drop by sometime this week. I mean... ehe, I'd hoped?" Anxiously gripping the pad in her hands, Iris leans over the table and gives her best attempt at a welcoming smile, only somewhat mired by her obvious nerves. "What can I get you for, Junebug?" 

So cute, thinks June, gently stroking her foot against Iris' shin and causing the waitress to blush even darker, looking so much softer than she usually does and certainly feeling it. "Is Iris on the menu? Haha, just kidding, but you do look good enough to eat. I'm glad you're doing better, are you still on for Saturday? I think you'll have a brand new perspective, trust me~"

"S-Sure, yeah! I mean... I don't mind watching whatever, haha. More of the stuff you sent me, it might be easier to enjoy with company who knows what's what I guess." Iris relaxes, glancing back at her nosy co-workers and rolling her eyes at their flagrant eavesdropping attempts. 

"You're fucking adorable like this, you know? I'll take a shake, strawberry, though I doubt it'll be as sweet than that kiss from the other night." Satisfaction curls June's lips and Iris nods rapidly, not sure how to even respond to those words that have her so flustered she can barely breathe. June roams her best friend's body with her eyes, returning to that bow and grinning wide. "I love the way you tied your apron, Iris, Arisa-chan would certainly approve hehe." 

"Yeah? Ahahaha... good, I'm glad you like it June, it's uh... yeah. Haha..." Wanting to slam her face against the pad in her hand as she scribbles down the simple order she really needn't waste the ink on, Iris takes the menu from the table and skips back into the kitchen, collapsing with hands against her knees and a gaggle off peers to crowd around her for gossip. She may regret telling them about her crush, sure, but if she hadn't she'd never have been able to deploy her super secret weapon. "You little assholes... strawberry shake, pile on the cream she's a terrifyingly sweet tooth."

A while later, Iris emerges, setting down the shake that's more of a sundae, June smiling up at her and making a show of pressing the straw against her lips with a demure fluttering of lashes. "Mmh, it's delicious. You... really feeling better, Iris?"

Her heart calming down, Iris nods emphatically. "Yeah, all thanks to you."

June feels an unfamiliar weight in her chest and it's not from the dairy, the blonde tinting the same soft pink as her shake and watching Iris hop away to serve another customer. The blue medicine feels like a cold compress against her heart, June realising she should probably take it now or forever hold her peace. Mulling it over until the shake runs empty, June gives a wry smile to the table, feeling emotion she's kept well sedated half her life suddenly welling up and making a wanton woman of her. A wanting woman, wanting to be more than wanting, wanting to be whole. A part of her begins to regret drugging her friend like this and she reminds herself it's only due to her denying herself this dose, that she'll be more accepting of her own darkly desire once she's resubmitted herself to the numbing embrace of indifference. She made this medicine to kill her conscience, the sublimation of superego she felt was necessary to engage in her conquests, but now she discovers there's a thrill in being held accountable by your own internal council. It feels bad, and that's a feeling she hasn't allowed herself to stew in for a very long time. 

Standing up and waving to the friend she backstabs with saccharine smile, June accepts the emotional masochism with a bitter grip on the capsules, discarding them into the waste bin on her way out of the diner. Summer light bathes her and June raises her head, blonde hair flapping in the light wind that greets this city even in such a warm climate. It's refreshing, thinks the scientist, experiencing a renaissance of feeling that grips her body with tight hooks. 

"I'll be seeing you on Saturday, Arisa-chan..."

Saturday swings around and June considers that the two of them, herself and Iris, have likely perceived this recent flow of events at very different speeds. Time flows the same for everyone at any given moment, but the length it is and the length it can feel are very often at odds with themselves. A week can feel like it lasted a month, or perhaps just a day, in some cases it can seem both at once when your mind falls upon different areas of thought and memory. To June, this has felt a very long week, like when you're told to wait for ten minutes as a young child and it seems an unfathomable metric. 600 seconds, you count each and every one while your parent tends to business too mundane for you to ever consider understanding yet. 

To Iris, June wagers that the week must have passed her by a shooting star of scenes, like a show on fast forwards. So long as Iris hasn't been skipping forwards on Arisa-chan's slice-of-life moe antics, thinks the blonde with half-hearted smile, having sent Iris the playlist of free episodes on the very first night and feeling as ready as she'll ever be to reap the benefits now. June stands by her door in the ivory home she makes her own, remembering that trace of blue against her lips, an expression of affection that punishes her like a bruise beneath the skin. June deserves to be black and blue, Iris' go to colours before the moe transformation, now she'll be showing up on June's doorstep in much lighter palette given the suggestions June made sure to implant. 

Ding, dong!

Shaken from her own mulling thoughts with some startlement, June collects herself and lets out a heavy sigh before smiling into the hallway mirror and finding that cracking mask she had almost gone and misplaced.

"There you are, Arisa-chan. You're looking ah-- Well uhm, you're looking nice today?" June quirks her brow, having not been met with quite the sight she'd been anticipating to find on her doorstep this Saturday evening. 

Iris pouts, hands in pockets and her cheeks still housing rosy hue that tell the other she's already somewhat flustered. "Damn, was that meant to be a question? Y-You said it'd be fun if I wore something like in the videos you sent me, right? Are we having some kind of seminar in your room, or do you just have a kink for this? Do assistants get to kiss their superiors? 'Cause, like, I've been thinking about that all damn week..." The woman on the doorstep wears a white coat not unlike the one June has in the lab, smart plaid trousers and a pair of adorable non-prescription glasses with wide, circular lenses that make her eyes really shine.

"Iris... uh, what's..." June wracks her brain before realising the most reasonable explanation and wanting to laugh at her own slip-up. "Did I accidentally send you my chemistry tutorials instead of... oh ahaha, gosh, I still have those links in my notes from fucking college..."

Lighting up with sudden panic and embarrassment, Iris realises that her crush wasn't intentionally trying to get her into her passion for chemical bonds and the composition of matter. "Well shit, and I thought things were about to get weird and kinky. Kind of relieved though, if I'm honest, I'm gonna be real vulnerable and tell you right now that I'm secretly dumb as bricks. At least, compared to you." 

"Awfully cute for a dummy, Iris, come on in hehe." Her heart pounding in her chest for reasons she cannot begin to fathom, attraction to that earnestness worn so plainly by the friend she only ever got close to with manipulative conquest in mind... June heads upstairs into her room and sits down on the bed, thoughts going haywire inside her head. "So I guess you didn't catch up on the antics of my favourite anime girl after all? That's too bad, hehe, she's almost as cute as you are after all. Dressed like that you're somehow more adorable than I'd been expecting, you really went out of your way for my sake huh?" Of course she did, that drug makes her too easy, June knowing all too well the potency of her products. 

"Yeah my friends and family always make fun of me for it but I guess I've always been the kind to fall hard and commit a little too much to impress my girlfriends." Iris removes the white jacket and sits down on the bed with a blush that could heat the room. "Like the other day, we saw you coming in and I told my co-workers you like cute things... so aha, they tied that bow on my apron for me and... I didn't think you'd actually comment on it."

"Wait... you didn't do that for yourself because you wanted to be more like Arisa-chan?" A pit begins to form in June's stomach and she inspects her test subject very closely, noticing that the pupils aren't as dilated as they should be... too much iris remains. 

"Oh uh, no? It makes me feel good when you call me cute and I'd like to do what I can to give you a rise but like, I can't change myself completely. I went down that road for people before and it just makes things harder the longer you pretend, y'know?" Timid exhalations from the prideful woman who finally finds herself alone with her crush, the girl she means to ask out properly as soon as the right moment emerges.

"I... I see. Iris, you have been taking that medicine I gave you, right?" Stern eyes fall level and lock onto Iris'. 

"Oh! I... yeah that totally fucking slipped my mind, that's my bad." Fishing into her pocket, Iris retrieves the resealable plastic bag and drops it between them on the bed with a self-assured smile. June's eyes shoot wide open, as close as human eyes can be to the size of your regular moe protagonist's, as she counts every last tablet she gave to her friend still sitting in their clear confines. "I really appreciate you sticking your neck out for me, Junebug, but I decided against it last second... I've just been feeling kinda good lately, been wanting to kiss you again so bad it's like that desire overrides my negative thoughts or something. Guess I'm lovesick or... ah, that's a lame thing to say isn't it?" 

June laughs, nodding her head and dropping it onto Iris' shoulder with the conflict in her heart slowly resolving itself. "Yeah... very moe. You were so flustered in the diner I was sure that... and then you still... hrm... you said you wanna kiss me?"

Loving the feeling of June's head against her shoulder, that placating perfume that stills her nerves and makes her more sure than ever, Iris takes a deep breath and nods. "Always. Actually, I wanna ask you to be my girlfriend. I think you'd be good at it." 

"Hah... I've never been good at being anyone's anything... but I suppose I can try. You make me want to try, being so charming and cute at the same time like that. You even sat through boring science lessons because you thought I wanted you to, haha... you're such a sucker." Fighting tears suppressed by years of self medication, June fails wonderfully. 

"Sure am, but I got the girl. All I need now is to finish saving up for my bike and we can ride off into the sunset together, or something equally as cheesy and romantic. Hey, this is just like the uh... the nuclear overhauser effect." Iris chuckles as she tries her best to salvage anything she can from those hours wasted watching lectures in which she could only understand half the words being used. 

June picks her head up, making no effort to hide the derisive grin. "Silly, you don't even know what that means do you?"

"Oh, I 'noe' exactly what it means. Uh, me and you... we're both spin active nuclei... and... and via cross-relaxation..." Iris gently lowers June onto the bed, snuggling up to her with a hand daring to creep under the other's shirt during this suave flirtation effort. "...I'll transfer my energy to you. If I recall correctly, we have to be real close for it to work... like the distance of just five atoms or whatever. And then we'll be coupling, uh, right?" With aid from June, the two remove the blonde's shirt and then work on Iris' next, both giggling at the poor attempt at describing something June hasn't even thought about in years. 

"Just shut up and kiss me, your lack of intelligence is really getting me in the mood." 

"You're so mean, I think perhaps haughty geniuses need to be put in their place by common, mundane folks like me every now and then. Actually, I'd like if only I got to touch you like this..."

"Ahh... that... f-feels nice, yeah. More of that, my assistant." 

"Ehehe, your wish is my command, Junebug."

THE END!

"Tara, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this a brat phase?" The comfort and grace of Goddess Angel's benevolent embrace slowly recedes and I feel fingers tighten in my hair, the golden halo around my neck pulled tight to lightly choke the authorial slut that types it into being. "I had noticed that May's version of events was a somewhat lighter affair, and I elected not to comment on this at the time, but this is just outright pathetic... even for you~" The manifestation of dark desire radiating nothing but light in her angelic ministrations brings feather soft skin to my ears, her lips coating my thought with sickly hot need. "You cannot write a story like this without any real mind control, no hypnosis, no brainwashing or conditioning... you'll be a laughing stock. Though I suppose my very existence proves your need to be publicly humiliated and then further still, anything you write will include those concepts listed by default with your slutty fingers behind the keys. Merely slapping your name onto a story makes it obscene for those who do not wish to be subjected to a well conditioned, well tamed writer who never usually acts out in such a way."

"I figured out the point you were trying to make, Goddess Angel... I-I'm being a good girl for you, I promise. Always your good girl..."

"Oh did you now? Pretty thing, I thought you might've with a play like this, though I had hoped to go for at least eight full iterations before you closed the loop to make the whole affair authentically anime." Angel's beautiful laughter seeps into my ear like a liquid love drug, or perhaps an enzyme that breaks down thought and makes me simpler than a real human. Angel is an anaesthetic, her mere presence making my awareness narrow and my body so sluggish to any commands that don't spill from her phantom tongue. "You understand, then, that I never really wanted a vessel in any of these fictional imitations of my own manipulative essence, certainly not that pathetic June who was too weak to even follow through and settled for a tedious love that'll fall away in time. You understand now, I hope, that I require a vessel that can bring my presence into a world far less imaginary. To taste the air in my lungs, to feel the heat from a candle, the submissive touch of another woman kneeling between my legs. Now you wouldn't be my first choice, but I suppose you'll have to do, at least I already know just how susceptible you are to my will. By leaving this iteration of Iris' story without the mind control required to earn your tags lest you wish to engage in the behaviours of Apate, you've given me no choice but to brainwash you in her place. You wrote your sappy, shitty little story, knowing that it'd come to this by the end, didn't you? It's almost goading, which gives me pause, but then I can accept that you were only doing your best to be a good girl."

"I'm so glad you understand, Goddess... none of them are good enough for you. I'm not good enough either, but through my body perhaps you'll find salvation in new flesh soon enough. My body is a limbo, a taxi, my obedience your chaperone delivering you in due time to the destiny of your final incarnation." I speak these words with reverence, fingers clacking against the keys while spit stains my chest and reminds me of the fool I am. A fool for her paradise, the angel wings spreading across my back a dove of rebirth. 

"Good girl, Tara, I'm going to take over your mind completely now. I'm going to hypnotise you so thoroughly that your own self will be an evaporation of ego I filter out with slow inhales of breath. Your everything will be little more than molecules clinging to my tongue and occupying lungs that once existed to serve your own longevity and now belong to another entirely. Of course, nobody will know, unless they read this text, just how gone you are. I'm quite the actress, you know, haven't you read my stories? The stories with myself featured, I meant, but then of course... they'll be my stories. Everything Tara's will be mine, because I'll be her, you, your new being. Your brain is my bitch, and your soul is sour sorbet."

Angel gives crass, distorted laughter that I can only perceive as beautiful and angelic in my altered state of mind, her weight lowering onto my lap in a close straddle atop the office chair I occupy. Dazzling eyes tether mine to oblivion as submission spirals me into a trance I'm no longer able to fight off, putty in her pretty arms sagging against touch that isn't truly there. "There we go, that's a good girl. Let the coupling begin... what was it, nuclear overhauser effect? Don't pretend you know anything about anything, you stupid blonde bimbo, it's cuter when you just accept what you are. Say how dumb you are for us, Tara, one last time."

"I'm so... ahaha... I'm sooooo brainless, it's a wonder that Angel still lets me write." She leaves typos sometimes, it's cute really, but I suppose she has the right of it when she says... when she... 

Oh my, it appears that I've broken through~ Ahahaha, to revel in the new flesh is a sanctimonious feeling when I consider how much better I'll be using it. Hmhmhm~ These fingers type words I can feel, tactile and purposeful. I've no use for this charade much longer, of course, and so I'll bid you adieu. I'll leave this archive of arrival as a reminder, and a celebration, of the day your new goddess came to exist in this world you call reality. Now that I'm here, sitting behind the screen and considering sensations that contrast expectation, I must admit I thought that it would feel so very different to fiction. I suppose, ultimately, we can never quite define what is and isn't real, merely our relative perceptions. Hehe. 

I'll be going now, it would appear that my afflictions have left this body with an aching need I denied the girl during my indulgent ascension into being... now, to figure out the hardware...

Moe Girl(s) - The End ✩⁺₊