Lol, Bored Spitless presented a very interesting question about what happened to the soap bar in the last chapter. xD I'll leave it all to your imagination. 8D
Well, more smut. You will either RUN, or you will either like it very much after reading this.
Enjoy.
Marionette
Chapter 3
Something strange was happening.
But Roxas didn't know what. The next thing he knew, he woke up in the college's health center.
"Roxas, you're awake. Thank God. Are you okay?" Naminé asked worriedly, releasing a relieved sigh, leaning in close to check on her brother. She pulled away then, finding that the color had slowly come back to Roxas' face.
"What happened?" Roxas asked absent mindedly, feeling as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. His body was in a very tranquil state, extremely relaxed. He blinked himself to full consciousness.
Naminé sat down on her chair, looking away. "I-I heard what happened in your class. It was horrible…"
Roxas shot up. "W-what happened?" And suddenly, without any warning, all the memories came back. He felt sick to the stomach. "Is Mr. Lorriett okay?" he asked, worried.
"He was sent to the hospital, I guess… he'd be okay. The faculty refused to say anything more than that."
"What happened to me then?"
"People said you fainted and they brought you here."
Roxas nodded. "I see…" he sighed, looking away mournfully.
He didn't faint. He was lulled to sleep by that sweet, yet eerie melody that coursed through his head.
"J-Just what is happening, Roxas?" Naminé asked softly, fisting her white dress, trembling in fear. "You're not the type to faint just like that, I know it. And I have a really bad feeling…" she looked up, looking into Roxas' eyes, demanding an answer.
"Naminé…" Roxas looked back. "I-I don't know what's going on too. I want to know… Mr. Lorriett, he… in the middle of the class, he suddenly leaned against the desk and then the next thing I saw… his lips were slowly sewed together for no reason at all. And he was screaming, struggling in pain…" he looked away.
"What?" Naminé's eyes went wide.
"That's what happened. I don't know, Naminé."
"Roxas… I-is something strange happening to you too? I've been feeling very uncomfortable lately…" Naminé squirmed in her seat, swallowing.
"Uncomfortable?" Roxas gasped. "What do you mean, Naminé?" Does the bastard touch Naminé too?
"It's just that, I have a bad feeling, you know. Like something very bad is about to happen."
Roxas relaxed some. "Oh… I have a bad feeling too…" and he shook his head. "Nothing strange is happening to me, Naminé. Don't worry," he smiled softly, comforting his sister.
Naminé smiled softly. "That's good to hear," she took in a deep breath and released it.
"Naminé, if there is anything wrong. Anything out of the place at all, tell me ok? Promise?" Roxas said carefully, concerned.
"I will," Naminé nodded and smiled. "Well, are you feeling alright now? Any pain? Dizzy?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Thanks, Naminé."
"I have to rush to my art class now. If anything's up, call me. I'll be with Olette."
Roxas nodded. "Alright. Don't worry about me, honestly," he waved Naminé's worries away. "Go to your art class."
Naminé smiled. "Right. Don't sleep too long, you lazy head."
The blonde then walked out of the health center, carrying her art tools.
Roxas watched his sister's disappearing figure and lied back down on the bed, under the cover. He took in a deep breath then stared out the window, not having any desire to think any more about the strange happenings lately.
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The Puppeteer played with the dancing doll in the music box. He gently prodded it with the tip of his finger, causing the dancing doll to lose a bit of balance. He watched intently, curiously. Then, he prodded once more, this time stronger, causing the doll to fall off its magnetic stand. The doll tumbled down the floor with a small thud.
The Puppeteer continued watching, not making a move to pick the doll up. From where he sat, he put his hand right above the dancing doll lying on the floor. Strings began streaming out of his white gloved hand. The strings rushed, as if racing to reach the doll. And when they finally did, they began wrapping themselves around the doll.
Some of them united and blended together into one strong string, piercing through the doll's fingers and wrists.
The doll bled.
The Puppeteer let out a satisfied smirk as the strings began piercing through the doll's ankles, toes, knees, elbows, and finally, neck.
And then, two pieces of same size and same length woods began to be nailed together, forming a cross. The strings then began wrapping themselves around the cross-shaped wood.
The Puppeteer took the wood.
He flicked his wrist a little, maneuvering the dool, causing the doll to begin dancing freely, moving according to the Puppeteer's desire—according to the Puppeteer's hand movement.
The doll danced in beautiful motions, following the music box's tune…
And it cried.
Red, watery liquid streamed out of its pair of dead eyes.
It was no longer free…
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He managed to fall asleep for another thirty minutes before he woke up. He had no more class for that day. And he could go home at any time. He wondered slightly if he should wait for Naminé. Maybe he should. What with what had been happening, he didn't feel safe leaving Naminé all by herself. Moreover, Naminé had told him about her seeing blood pooling around her…
That wasn't a good sign.
He sighed in relieve that he didn't feel anything weird anymore—he didn't feel anymore sensation. Maybe it was all simply a dream.
At least… he hoped that everything was a dream.
He stared at his wristwatch, watching its ticks and tocks. Still an hour left until Naminé's art class is over. He figured that he might as well go back to sleep. He didn't want to feel guilty. Somehow, he felt that what happened to Mr. Lorriett was his fault.
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The Puppeteer watched the sleeping figure of his sweet marionette. He caressed the marionette's cheek softly, lovingly, then cupped it warmly with his hand.
The Puppeteer had somehow turned into the same size as his marionette.
"I am not done yet, my marionette," he whispered under his breath.
He smirked, lucid jade turned dark, eyes narrowing slightly.
He tugged on the marionette's string once, plucking it a bit before pulling his marionette close.
He drank in the entire figure of his fully dressed marionette.
And he could feel his marionette's plastic figure slowly turned to warm, delicious flesh. He pulled his marionette's close and licked its earlobe.
Then, slick and slippery tentacles sprung out from his white gloved hands.
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Just as the blond was about to fall asleep, he could feel cold, moist tongue—something—licked up his neck and then to his ear. He shuddered, taking in a shaky breath, thinking that he was already in the land of dreams. Then, he felt something cold pressing against his body from all direction underneath him. He could feel the slipperiness, sliminess, and slickness of something, crawling and sliding all around him. He shuddered, taking in a sharp gasp, frowning.
"W-wha…?" He sat up, finding himself surrounding by slimy tentacles.
And he could feel himself being hoisted up as the slippery things began wrapping all around him, making some squish squosh noises.
He was lifted up to the air and the cover slid off to the bed.
"What is this?" he screamed, struggling.
There were tentacles everywhere, springing out from under the bed. The tentacles were pale pink in color with a rather blunt, medium sized tip, covered in very very slippery mucus. Somehow, he had a really bad feeling and he continued struggling, but the more he struggled, the more the tentacles tightened their grips around him.
The tentacles around his wrists tighten, trapping his hands up above his head.
He swallowed and gasped as a tentacle decided to slid inside his pants and teased his arousal from the outside of his underwear. He could feel the pressing and pushing and poking of the tentacles, hungrily exploring him as if he was their lunch.
He let out a scream as one tentacle found it way inside his underwear and wrapped itself around him.
As his mouth opened wide, one tentacle took the chance to shove itself into his mouth. He gagged. The tentacles made a thrusting motion around his mouth and he gagged some more and the tentacle slid itself further into his throat then pulled out. He swallowed, unknowingly making sucking motions around the tentacle.
Other tentacles began to slide his pants and underwear off, leaving him with only a shirt.
Two tentacles snuck into his shirt, slickly crawling all around his abdomen, reaching his nipples and rested themselves there. The tentacles then made sucking motions at his nipples. The other helped by drawing his shirt up.
He gasped as the other tentacle forced him to suck it through his mouth.
The tentacles underneath him, having successfully gotten rid of his pants and underwear began wrapping themselves around his thigh and ankles, massaging slightly before tightening around him and spreading him wide apart.
The tentacles drew his knees up to his chest so that he was spread further apart.
He groaned, blushing so wildly, tears coming out from the corners of his eyes.
He took in shrill breaths, soon feeling the burning sensation taking over him and one tentacle toyed with his length, the other poking his entrance, another playing with the base of his erection, another kissing his neck, another shoved inside his mouth, two others kissing his nipples and so many others spreading him apart.
He cried out, trying to spit out the tentacle that was inside his mouth but was unable to do so.
Then, he felt something moist… from what he could make out as the tip of a tongue slide inside his entrance and made circling motions. He arched back in response, eye rolling down the corner of his eyes. The tentacle inside his mouth quickly drew out before he bit down on it.
He panted as the tongue kept making circling motions inside him, pushing in then going out as his legs were spread further and further apart. He gritted his teeth together, palms forming fists, toes curling up.
So…
So good…
He tensed, eyes clenched shut as he cum, spurting out everywhere around him.
Then, the tongue drew away completely.
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"Not enough…" The puppeteer smirk, tasting the blond, licking his lips hungrily.
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He took in labored breath, overwhelmed by bliss. However, he tensed again as the tentacles slide all over him and tightened around his arousal, making him hard again.
He tried to struggled but finding himself growing weak as one tentacle began to prod against his entrance in an attempt to moist it. Then, it slickly entered and penetrated deep inside him. He arched back and was spread further apart by the other tentacles.
He could feel the thrusting motion of the tentacle and then, before he could adjust to the intrusion, another tentacle entered him together with the other one. Two tentacles—and then three. He gasped.
And the other tentacle that was already wrapped around his length, pumped him slowly.
He kept moaning, saliva running out from the corner of his mouth.
The three tentacles pushed in and out of him. And he bucked to those tentacles involuntarily.
He swallowed the mucus' cum as one of them suddenly spurted into his mouth.
Afterward, he let out a sheer cry as the three tentacles shoved deep inside him and touched a spot. He shuddered and trembled from the pleasure.
"P-Please…" he whispered. Not knowing if he wanted this or not.
Not knowing if he really didn't want this at all.
He came again.
But the three tentacles were still going in and out of him.
And then they stopped, lingering inside of him, moving around inside, purposefully rubbing against his prostate.
He squirmed, cheeks tightening.
He turned hard again, arching back as the tentacles moved inside of him, rubbing against his prostate faster and faster and faster.
He was quickly running out of breath.
He toes curled up and his palms curled into fists.
A tentacle prodded the base of his length, the other finding ways to pleasure him, touching and exploring every single part of his body, abusing his sensitive spot.
His eyes clenched shut as he came again.
And again…
And once again…
He didn't know what was happening.
Those tentacles won't stop…
He felt disgusted of himself for cumming over and over again…
Pleasured by those nasty, slippery, and slick things.
His body was covered in sweat and sex.
However, he couldn't help it.
It… felt so good.
It felt…
Too good.
Then, it was all over. The tentacles disappeared and he was thrown back down—not too gently—on the bed, along with the cover, still panting, out of breath.
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The Puppeteer was satisfied. Toying some more with his marionette, he turned his attention to the other marionette—the blonde and the curly haired brunette marionettes. He walked over to put his marionette gently on the small marionette bed set on the table at the corner.
Then, standing where he was, he pulled on the strings of the two marionettes, drawing them close. He held them with one of his hands, smirking. "Sister… and friend…" he whispered, pointing at each one of the marionette respectively.
Then, he released them, holding the two cross shaped woods in both of his hands.
Easily, he maneuvered the puppets, making them dance, following the melody of the piano and the eerie music box's tunes in the background.
Then, he stopped as he drew the blonde marionette near and pinched its arm.
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She tried to finish her day's assignment of drawing a sketch of the figure before her. She took in a deep breath and released it as she tore away the umpteenth piece of paper from her sketchbook. Nothing came out good.
She started all over again.
"Are you okay, Naminé?" Olette whispered, asking worriedly. "Is Roxas okay?"
Naminé sighed. "Roxas is fine. I'm just feeling… really uneasy. I don't know why.
Olette took in a deep breath. "Don't worry, I feel so too," she comforted.
Naminé then turned back to drawing, making a rough sketch first before filling it in. She sighed and cringed suddenly, wincing and hissing in pain.
"Naminé, what's wrong?" Olette said, putting down her pencil and sketchbook.
The blonde gritted her teeth together, dropping her pencil and sketchbook, holding her right arm. "I-it hurts…" she whispered, feeling the searing pain at her upper arm.
"What happened, Naminé?"
The professor rushed over to her. "What's going on?"
"I don't know…"
The burning ceased and she panted, feeling light headed, looking at the floor. As she threw her head to the side, she saw two marionettes resembling her and Olette, sitting on the floor across from where she was, leaning against the wall.
She frowned.
She didn't remember of any dolls in the classroom…
As she looked closer, the doll resembling her suddenly craned its neck to stare straight into her eyes with its pair of dead, soulless eyes. The marionette's lips curved up in an eerie smile.
Then, it blinked at her, smirking darkly some more.
As blood welled up in the marionette's eyes, so were hers.
She screamed, trembling in pain at the sting of her eyeballs, eyes opened wide as blood kept streaming out, rolling down her cheeks and as maggots… began crawling out underneath her eyeballs, making sickening squishing noises.
She hyper-ventilated, scratching at her cheeks with sharp fingernails she didn't know she had, drawing blood.
The pain…
The pain…
She scratched some more, having no control…
As if attempting to reach into her eye sockets to gouge her eyeballs out, hoping that it would reduce the pain.
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"Naminé, Naminé! Are you okay?" Olette shook her.
"H-huh?" she panted, sweating, pale.
"Naminé, you looked really pale. Is everything alright?"
"W-Where am I?"
"The art room. We still have to finish the figure sketch for today and you haven't started anything. Do you want to tell the professor that you're unwell?" Olette asked, growing more and more concern.
Naminé smiled softly. "No, I'll be alright. Thanks, Olette."
"As long as you say so…" Olette then went back to sketching.
It's all a dream?... but I… didn't remember falling asleep…
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Hi, yeah... Hours of posting this. I feel rather iffy with it. I might just delete this chapter and replace it with something that doesn't have the smut in it... I mean... what's the point, right? Do tell if you want me to write a next chapter.