I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO DEAD AGAIN. ;w; ;w; ;w; /River of tears./

I was really busy writing this chapter ;p; It's longer than the previous ones, because it's very very special.~ It's a first-time experiment so I really do appreciate constructive criticism! I'm so touched that you guys enjoy my stories and I really really want to make it up to you all, so here you go! If you're sensitive to the content, then you can don't read. If you do read, I hope you're prepared... ;w; Nngh, I'm too embarrassed.

H-happy reading...!~

WARNING: SUPER DUPER MATURE, SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW. VIEWER DISCRETION IS, ER, ADIVSED.

20: Seed Of Trust

It all happened on a cold, wintry night.

The pirate quietly sat at the window, his head inclined slightly to offer his eyes a greater view of the clouded sky. Dimly lit optics admired the majesty of the multi-faceted gems of snow as they traversed in monolithic masses. Stars that irradiated the expansive sky faintly twinkled behind the blanketing clouds of ice. He sighed in partial awe and partial boredom; lazily would he gaze, hunched forward in a somewhat unsightly posture.

As he basked in the ethereality of the night, his ears caught the soft percussion of boots in the hallway. They loudened with each frantic step, drawing close to his position. Such a rhythm of pacing as well as the distinctive sound of the boots struck him as familiar.

His ears perked—Lassie.

Like a manipulated doll, his body would be attracted to the sound by invisible strings. He rose and made a beeline towards the unilluminated hallway to investigate the noise.

After setting foot in the hallway, a powerful force crashed into his chest. He staggered backwards, feeling the force transmute into a tangible body, a frail one that nuzzled into him in desperation. Coughing in some pain, he swore under his breath, "S-son of a biscuit eater!—"

His gaze fell to find the blonde cowgirl gripping his shirt, revealing her moons of watery violet. Enhanced by faint glimmers of agonizing plead, she was terribly close to breaking down.

"F-Foxy—Foxy—"Her voice had broken down to stammers, her comical expression characterized by her inflated cheeks. She clearly had something to say, but her words were bottled up in her stiff throat.

Here was certainly not a place to question her.

Struck by her moving tearfulness, the pirate hurriedly brought her into the quiet, more peaceful dining hall. Chica collapsed onto a chair, her wobbly legs no longer able to withstand her body weight. She was visibly trembling, chilled down to her innermost wires.

He wondered if she had received the greatest scare of her life, which was ironic, since she was the cleverest prankster out of the four. Her composure was diminishing with every passing second, as though an internal earthquake had destroyed every fragment of confidence within her.

Waiting for her to calm down, he carefully questioned, "Anything I can get for ye, Lassie…?

"Some water, perhaps?" The disconcerted cowgirl shook her head frantically in response. She was putting all her effort in calming herself.

So independent was she, for not seeking comfort in this raging war inside her rampant mind.

Pulling a chair in front of her, the towering pirate sat to meet her height. His hand crept to touch hers, to which she quickly recoiled her hand in surprise. Her watery hues stared at him in speechlessness. Taken aback, he decided to give her some room and time to recover substantially. Once her shivers had reduced to mere twitches of limbs, he made the daring step to ask again, "Calmed down yet, Lassie…? Ye were fired up a minute ago."

"M-mhm…" Chica nodded timorously, squirming about anxiously in her seat. She mewled apologetically whilst rubbing her arm sorely, "S-sorry…"

"T'is fine, Lass… Shouldn't have popped yer territorial bubble," The buccaneer jocundly laughed in hopes of cheering her up. She did giggle, very awkwardly, which failed to alleviate his worry. He supported his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. Curious eyes of swirling concern gazed into hers as he asked, "What happened to ye? Saw a ghost or something?"

Of course, she wasn't a believer in the supernatural and the like. She bitterly frowned in the negative.

"I—I wanted to visit the night guard to scare him," She began her story in a quivery voice, her fingertips lightly massaging the roughened column of her fragile throat.

"Schmidt, was it?" Foxy asked in clarification. The Lass nodded with a wry smile.

"H-he wasn't in the office, so I thought he went to the bathroom or someplace else. The door was unlocked too, s-so I went in and… A-and…" Dark shades of coral were broadcasted on her flushed face, "On his laptop screen, th-there was… t-this video—"

His eyes widened in shock. As warmth pooled in the cowgirl's blushing cheeks, it dawned on him that that was what she saw.

The pirate's fist tightened in heated fury. As he crackled his knuckles, he'd remind himself to arrange a… meeting with the night guard.

When he saw that for himself, he was undoubtedly disgusted. He didn't expect the guard to be so drawn to exotically brutal genres.

And out of all places, why watch that in a child-friendly pizzeria?

That poxy, dung munchin' crap sack—

"I-it was… really explicit," She cupped her reddish cheeks, her gaze averted elsewhere, "There was a lot of um… sounds…"

Blimey.

"So… ye watched it?" Biting his lip, he took note of the Lass' reactions. He was unsure if she was extremely embarrassed, mentally scarred or fearful. … Maybe all three.

"I—I couldn't stop staring at it… It was kind of… romantic," Her stutters cradled a hint of admiration, almost. As the pirate's jaw fell in startlement, she continued, "The man and woman were very loving; they were h-hugging and kissing each other and... and they kept saying each other's n-names…"

Perhaps it was based on a lighter genre—he was relieved that it wasn't something intense.

However, the cowgirl began to squirm some more, her body beginning to shiver slightly, "B-but… while I was watching, I felt very strange…"

"Strange?" He didn't know why, but he was feeling unnaturally tense from studying her body language. The way she'd shift her bare thighs over each other nervously, coupled with her adorably embarrassed face, made his body warm up all of a sudden.

"I—I felt something really strange… in my lower abdomen," Cushioning her hand on the tenderness of the said region, she rubbed gently, "It's not pain or any tightness… it's more like something's pooling inside…"

As she caressed her abdomen—at a spot dangerously close to the junction between her thighs—the pirate forced a painful swallow. Unbeknownst to him, pressure was building up in the junction between his thighs as well. The once flat front of his trousers was beginning to protrude outwards, gradually growing in size until a prominent bulge formed. The craziest thing was that he was completely oblivious to this growth.

"I heard the guard coming back s-so I hurried out, scared that he'd find me watching… I ran until I bumped into you," Nodding affirmatively with a finish, she noticed that the pirate was deep in thought. His yellow suns were set on her, but his gaze went right through and past her as though she was transparent. Wondering if he was alright, she attempted to call out to him before she saw something throb down below— "UWAH—F-Foxy, um—"

"Hm?" The pirate was merely trying to comprehend his emotional tension when she heard the Lass squeak loudly. He followed her perpetual gaze down to the establishment between his legs, to which he himself screeched, "SHIVER ME TIMBERS—"

He struggled to conceal the freakish protrusion, initially trying to jam it further into his trousers. A bad idea it was (though it usually worked).

"F-Foxy!" Chica cried out as the pirate doubled over on the floor in pain, regretting the violet force he exerted on the bulge. Her violet orbs mirrored the horror of his actions, watching helplessly as the male continued his comical endurance of the seething pain inflicted by his mighty push. Quite anxious to alleviate the situation, she mindlessly drew her hand to his injured crotch to offer soothing pets as though nursing a wounded kitten. She was utterly blind to how incredibly bold and awkward her actions really were, "D-don't hurt yourself like that!"

He was nonplussed, silenced by her soothing pets. A faint ripple of pleasure pooled from his bulge, causing him to elicit an insuppressible groan. He was astonished at this pleasant sensation, but in his heart something lurched.

Such a caring action was indescribably wrong, but he knew she was ignorant of the effects of her action.

He couldn't blame her though—she was naturally naive. Blind to the violation of his privacy, her wrong doing was masked by her naivety.

"D-does it still hurt here?—" The cowgirl continued to try to assuage his pain until his fingers closed around her wrist, and she fell silent. His grip was loose, digits laced around her frail wrist as though afraid he'd crush it.

Quietly did he ask, "Lass… do ye know where yer touching?"

"W-what—?" She tensed upon his words. Her face was stained in crimson, displaying nothing but her childlike innocence.

"Where yer touching is what ye saw in that video…" Slowly, he lifted her hand from his aching crotch. The ends of his brows dipped in a frown as he watched the female shiver, unable to respond to him sensibly. Holding her soft, trembling hand dearly, a comforting smile curved his lips, "Only a lover, or someone a man trusts, can touch him where's most intimate and personal."

Struck by remorse, Chica felt ashamed of her suggestive actions. The blonde female nodded slightly in meek understanding. Now that she was aware of the intrusion of his personal space, she was literally drowning in embarrassment. "S-sorry…"

Nonetheless, her eyes were still fixated on his still existing protrusion. Such an indecent sight caused her heart to pound uncontrollably, and the same strange pooling occurred once more in her lower abdomen. The pirate rose a brow as she pulled at her shirt to try to hide the invisible warmth between her thighs.

He smiled faintly, "Feeling strange again, eh…?"

She couldn't lie as the answer was blatantly obvious. Timidly, she nodded, yet having the gut to remark, "I-it's a little annoying…"

"Aye, it can be a hindrance, indeed," He chuckled lowly. Still holding onto her shaky hand, he gave the plushness of her palm a massage. Relief washed over him as he wasn't alone on this. The same form of pleasure that he thought he was ignorant of was also felt by her.

Though subtle, the pleasure they experienced was certainly similar. The pirate was one to experiment with this sweet sensation. He had to admit that the experience was novel; it was unlike any other.

Amidst the silence, his softened hues of amber gazed at her as she continued to stare, "… I trust ye, Lass."

As the cowgirl quickly met his gaze, her cheeks indelibly red, he crooned in a gentle tone, "It's something only done by lovers like us, when they love each other very deeply."

The pirate studied the concepts (thanks to the plethora of informative magazines that the gobshyte Schmidt brought) of which the bodies of two unite in a sensual, passionate way far more intimate than mere hugs. Despite feeling uncomfortable, he was awed by the mingling of bodies.

Interwoven with veracity, his words touched her robotic heart. She listened to him attentively as he cooed, "I don't mind if it's me beauty who touches me on me precious spot."

Whenever he could, he'd abuse the impacting phrase "I love ye".She would do the same, but sometimes both felt that mere words failed to express their truest love. Compared to the real act of love making, their kisses and hugs were almost trifling and quotidian. They ached for something more special, heartfelt, and impassioned.

Seeing that the Lass was intrigued, vaguely, about the touchy subject of exclusive intimacy, he thought that this was his only golden chance. He saw it as an opportunity to bridge the final gap between the Lass and himself, the one infinitesimal yet inhibiting gap that distanced them from fully accepting each other.

"So long as it's me beloved heartie," He edged closer towards her, paralyzing the addressed female. Warmth radiated off his heartfelt smile, an essence that melted her heart. His hushed voice echoed in her ears, "And only if she trusts me.

"Because I adore her very much…~"

"F-Foxy..." Exuding a gasp, the cowgirl was moved by his authentic words; she felt her heart immediately fall for him again.

It was undeniable that the pirate had delivered an enriching flavor to her life. With every fervent embrace and honeyed word spoken, he ignited enthusiasm within the pits of her human soul, capturing the very definition of genuine love. The habit of a pet name sounded so excruciatingly enticing that it made her heart skip a faithful drum.

Her free hand framed at the side of his shoulder, her body hesitantly inching forward towards his. She inched as closely as she could until her pursed lips were away from his by a mere centimeter. Her boldness was inspired by the characters in the erotic film—she thought it was appropriate to be more forward in her approach.

"Ye trust me, don't 'cha?" He delicately whispered with exhalations that warmed the chilled surface of her pinkish lips. Forehead against forehead, he waited keenly for her response in silence.

The air prickled contact elicited a quieted whimper of desperation. She'd innocently murmur, her spoken syllables causing her lips to graze against his faintly, "I—I've always trusted you…

"B-but you have to guide me. I might be terrible."

Absorbing the sweet essence of her broadcasted acceptance, he gladly smirked.

Her velvety words were fuel for him to press forward. He rewarded her lips with a kiss from his own, trapping her scrumptious pillows between his. He caressed them with a gentleness that the Lass had never felt and before—it was almost palpable on her luscious lips and obvious in his narrowed optics.

Nonetheless, such mildness was short-lived.

The richness of her succulent folds sent a surge of euphoria through his circuits. Though squishy like a marshmallow, it had a pinch of piquant and honeyed flavors imbued. Its deliciousness was incomparable, leaving him wanting more. Electricity coursed at an unimaginable speed, firing the pirate's heart up; it was only now that he fully acknowledged and embraced this burning desire. It was an insatiable appetite, a demanding need to covet her body—her heart, everything.

A low growl vibrated against her trembling folds, followed by a harsh tug of her claimed hand. He parted his lips to reveal a set of sharp ivories that sunk into the female's lower lip, abusing the plush flesh by nipping on its softness. The cowgirl's surprise was voiced by a pleasant mew—a positive sign that encouraged him to venture further. His oral snake mopped over the temporary scars on her bitten flesh, marking her lips with the sweetness of his saliva. He lovingly coated her in the transparent fluid that seeped through her ajar lips and danced on her tongue.

He continued to gaze at her flushed face, hoping that his progress was slow enough for her to catch up. "Foxy—m-mn!~" Despite the intensity of their kiss, her sounds suggested her enjoyment. She struggled to match his movements, but she accepted this challenge wholeheartedly with great enthusiasm. She tried her very best to do her part as well by pressing her womanly mounds against his flat chest – which resulted in quicker palpitations of his heart – and memorizing the texture of his lips with her tongue.

Their lips locked in a tight embrace that would've left humans breathless. The cowgirl's arms looped around the pirate's neck like a loose noose, enduring each attack by his desiring lips. She felt her whole body weaken as the pleasant sensations were too much for her to process. If she didn't hold onto him, she feared she would collapse like a crumbling cookie.

Seeking more, Foxy suddenly parted from her lips, abandoning the whining folds that dripped with his oral fluid. To cover his betraying move, he descended her neck in a series of sloppy kiss and playful bites, bruising her flawless flesh with the fierceness of his strengthening emotions. He had never gone this far beyond her lips, but his curiosity paid off well. Her pastel crème skin was much sweeter than the fineness of saccharine and sugars.

As he ruthlessly littered kisses, a sudden sting on her fragile neck caused her to whimper, "O-ow—"

Upon hearing that precious, timid mewl, the pirate pulled away with eyes hazy in persistent lust. He allowed her a brief moment of rest as he still ached for more. Chica panted in a pout, tenderly touching the injured patch of skin. Her exclamation came out as weak as a result of his rough treatment, "That hurt—c-can't you be gentler..?!"

"No."His blatant reply caused the female to whine in a cry. Laughing heartily, he tapped her moist lips with the cold, curved metal of his hook, "I'm kidding.~ Forgive me, Lass."

"Seriously…" The cowgirl inflated her cheeks childishly, blushing further at his sweetness that contradicted his previous mercilessness. She stared into his seductive hues nervously, now realizing that he was actually waiting for her to continue. Blushing furiously, she squeezed her eyes shut and dove at his lips with the same force he exerted on her before. Grinning, he returned the favor by smashing his folds into hers once more.

In this ferocious battle, she felt her masculine frame push her down harshly until her body was pulled forcefully by gravity. Hitting the floor ungracefully, she heard him chuckle mockingly, "Ditzy little chicken.~"

Her patience eroded further, but before she could whine at him some more, she suddenly realized how terribly awkward this situation was. Her lithe physique was trapped under his large body that loomed suggestively above her. His hand and hook were pinned to the floor beside her head, and his yellow suns penetrated through the glassy barriers of her nervous lavenders.

He leant down to unite with her shaky lips, his fingers now working diligently to free her buttons and spread her blouse open. Her body was a sight to behold: flattering accents of blossoming curves enhanced her arresting charms. Long, white cloth wrapped around her upper torso to shield her womanly mounds from his googly eyes. A digit slipped through the crevice known as her cleavage, tugging at the cloth with a comical deadpan, "I don't think I can take this off meself—"

"F-Fine!" Chica was already flustered—she didn't need to be embarrassed further. Arching her delicate spine, she slid her hands behind her back to undo the bow that held the fabric tightly to her body. The cloth then unraveled, thrown carelessly away by the fussy female.

Foxy's eyes widened as he stared longingly at the pair of pale, precious mounds, noticing that the pink center of each were perked. Hesitantly, his hand lightly cupped her womanly fruit, surprised at its plushness and softness. It cushioned his hand as though molded to fit in his hand—meant to be held by him. He whispered in awe, his cheeks red hot, "Beautiful…"

The Lass bit her lip, struggling to suppress her mewls as he adorned her pillowing breasts with heartfelt kisses. Her flesh lacked the real texture and flavor of human flesh, yet to him, hers was exceptionally tasteful. It tasted sweet like candy, almost. As he tended to her perked nipples, his pearly whites grazed against the sensitive flesh, causing her to arch her back again in sheer pleasure. She didn't know what this was, but it felt so good—

"Aahh!~"

The pirate blinked in puzzlement as the cowgirl covered her mouth in embarrassment. She averted her eyes from him, quivering in bashfulness and nervousness. Feeling a warm smile creep unto his lips, he murmured, "Does that feel good…?"

"I—I don't know—m-mwah!~ F-Foxy—" She let out another melodious moan when he began to experiment by slipping her nipple into his oral cavern, suckling gently like an infant would. Her reactions were so damn adorable—he restrained himself from abusing her with nips again.

Licking his lips in sexual arousal, he coaxed in a soothing purr, "Don't hide those sounds… I want to hear them more."

"H-haah…" As the cowgirl was recovering from the exhausting outbursts of rapture, she was wondering why the pirate pulled away from her. Her cloudy gaze fixated at him as he straightened up, realizing that he was already undressing himself. By the time her vision cleared, his powerfully built torso was free from the cover of his shirt. Contours on his tanned skin, with the aid of the dim light, emphasized his already pronounced abs. His finely chiseled chest was lined with long scars—the lingering evidence of his resilience. His upper sternum exhibited a node of short, thin synthetic hairs between his pectorals—the symbols of his virility.

Her pastel-tinted lips faintly smiled in fascination, but her captivation faltered as soon as her stare descended to his nether region. With an undo of a button and the unzip of his clasp locker, he lowered his legwear and soon she met face-to-face with the throbbing bulge that made her scream—

I-it was bigger.

"I-it's bigger…" Chica timorously stammered, shakily pointing at the monstrosity in his undergarments. If she held her gaze long enough in deep concentration, she would've seen the shape struggle to break free from the restraining cloth. It must have been uncomfortable, containing that largeness within the tight confines of his trousers.

The pirate leant forward, hovering over the cowgirl's body once more. He gently took hold of her supple hand and directed it towards the center of his undergarments, where the heated flesh burned in hunger. He warmly smiled as Chica's fingers carefully and meekly adapted to the impressive girth and length of his erection. Exuding a groan, he subconsciously pushed his groin into her hands—the Lass jumped in surprise, accidentally tightening the hold of his bulge, but this only kindled more pleasure within him.

Brushing her hand away, he decided that it was already time. He rid himself of his undergarments, revealing the glory of his artificial jewels: pulsating veins adorned the undersurface of his inhuman manhood that stretched to a great length, and a pair of dense, fleshy sacks hung below it. Though the Lass was rendered speechless, overcome by her extreme embarrassment, the buccaneer himself was also quite shy. Streaks of scarlet tainted his cheeks, but he wasn't discouraged by his modesty.

Loving hands solved the simple riddle of her denim shorts, yanking the clothing down along with her thin panties. The cowgirl cried out in surprise, hurriedly swatting her hands at him, "A-ah—wait, waaait!"

"What's the matter, Lassie…?" The pirate raised a brow in inquisition. She shyly obscured the establishment between her thighs, the canvas of her face displaying uncertainty and nervosity. He noted her unpreparedness with a subtle frown. His hand reached for hers though only caressing the hands that obstructed him, "If ye can't, we can stop…"

No, he didn't wish to put her through something undesirable for her. However daring his actions were, he prioritized her comfort and enjoyment above his own. If this experience was one-sided, it on its own would have already been meaningless.

His curiosity must've gotten the better of him, leading him down this tempting yet dangerous path of the unknown.

Nonetheless, his motive wasn't of selfishness. He desired to envelop her in the welcoming embrace of their inner untamed instincts—fruits of their programming that they had yet to discover. Anxious to unravel the truth alone, he ached for her acceptance to join him in this journey.

"It's okay—I'm alright, but…" Chica's unconfident voice harbored hints of fear, since she was very much a virgin, "W-will it hurt…?"

Immediately, she felt his hands frame the sides of her reddened face. They caressed the pools of rose quartz that flooded her cheeks, reverence laced in his gentle movements. His face drew close to his, hues softened in sunglow. The trademark scent of rum in his breath caused her to shiver in therapeutic bliss, "It might, but there's nothing to be afraid of, Lassie…

"I'll make sure ye feel no pain but everything's that pleasure," He illuminated her features with hope. Pouring all her trust in him, she coiled her arms around his upper torso, embracing his sun-kissed body. He rest his auburn-forested head beside hers, rolling his hips a little to find his way to her most delicate part—her flower of innocence.

"F-Foxy!—" He heard the Lass cry out weakly as he forced the entire head through her plush, outer petals and into her unimaginably tight orifice. As though sucked in by a vacuum, even the legendary pirate experienced some difficulty in journeying further in. Gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes and slammed the rest of his length in with enough force to push her light body forward. Feeling up every inch of her silicone walls, warm, slippery liquids quickly coated his member, as secreted from her inner glands—they acted as a perfect form of lubrication to smooth his future movements. He froze as her inexperienced walls expand involuntarily to accommodate him, allowing her time to adapt to his great size.

The Lass' arms tightened around him, pressing their bodies so close together he thought they were going to merge into one. Nonetheless, he held onto her fervently, whispering soft reassurances in her tingly ear.

"Shh, there, there… It'll feel better soon, trust me…" Once her shaky breaths ceased, replaced by a slower and calmer pace, he began to move slowly, rubbing his manhood back and forth within her moist cavern. He hotly panted, enduring the most powerful course of pure rapture through his entire body. The pleasure was already so strong despite his gentle speed, so overpowering that his body was shivering.

He could feel her tremble too underneath him, eventually bucking her hips to meet his. She was accepting him wholeheartedly, her heartbeats sounding one with his. The sounds trickling from her ajar mouth was music to his ears, a melody so pleasantly addicting. It empowered him to do more: he quickened his previously slow rhythm, pumping in and out of her more passionately with a greater amount of force. In his lustful stupor, his lips collided with hers, smothering the wounded folds in his affection. He groaned hoarsely against her tongue, "Ch-Chica… Chica—g-gh—"

"M-mn—F-Foxy—" In this steamy exchange of pleasure, the pair finally realized, within their hazy minds, something so important that they hadn't noticed. Although their collisions were rough and accompanied by the embarrassing sounds of squirting fluids, the purpose of all this was much more meaningful than to expose them to their hidden, dormant lust; it was an excavation into their innermost depths of their hearts—into their budding feelings for each other. Their hands met and entwined; this romantic display showed nothing less than their dependence on each other for love and happiness.

Both didn't last very long; approaching the heat of their climax, they gazed into each other's eyes in intense emotion, voicing their succumb to their pleasures in complementing moans until suddenly, an internal quake shook them both, releasing wave after wave of absolute euphoria throughout their shivering bodies. Foxy didn't dare let go of her body, holding her preciously even when their languid drowsiness settled in.

Afraid of crushing her doll-like figure, he hung above her carefully, surveying her exhaustion. Foxy chuckled tiredly, "A-are ye alright, Lass…?~" Truth be told, he himself couldn't believe that they had achieved that.

Unable to respond coherently, Chica's arms dove upwards to capture and pull the pirate's frame down. She concealed her blushing visage in his shoulder, whimpering constantly, "I—I love you—love you—"

His heart melted upon her confessions, and he smiled with the same spoken emotion as well. Turning his head, he lightly kissed her silken, blonde hair, "I love ye too, Chica."

They laid together entwined in the serene silence of night, resting peacefully with the blessing of their mutual love.

The next night, Mike was returning to his office from the gent's when he noticed the auburn-haired pirate walk past him, hitting his shoulder as he violently brushed past.

Dumbstruck, the guard wondered what was with the android until he reached his desk.

His laptop screen had been smashed in.

/Patiently waits to be kicked out of the fandom./