Junketsu's POV when reformatting Ryuuko + Ryuuko's POV
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From the first moment I'm put on her, I can sense immediate resistance. She struggles under the tight grip of her bonds as I encompass her entire form, and it's the best sensation I have ever felt.
Whereas Satsuki is fiberless and I hang loose on her, Ryuuko is jammed with many life fibers, life fibers that were given years to grow and join with her body. It feels unbelievable to be worn by someone who is infused with life fibers; your body is able to mold into theirs, harmonise, your own fibers entwining with their own.
It's uncomfortable to feel her resisting my bond. I can feel Ragyo lightly tracing her fingers up her thigh, slipping between her legs, forcing me upon her in more ways than is truly definable. Ryuuko should be grateful that Ragyo is giving her the opportunity to wear me. She should be appreciative that Ragyo even thinks to grace her with touching her skin. I can feel tears dripping upon my eyes; I can see Ryuuko crying as Ragyo allows me to erase her memories.
The earliest memories are the strongest, the ones of her growing up with her father. As I pick through each one, erasing and rewriting her desires, her wishes, her life experiences, I can feel the barriers between her and I beginning to drop. Each memory that I create forges a stronger bond between us.
By the time I'm halfway through her memories, she has stopped struggling, shifting her weight in the fibers that held her captive, clenching her thighs against Ragyo's hand. Ryuuko will learn to appreciate Ragyo's gift to her, and I will make sure of that. I can see the memories I'm forging flash before my own eyes—Ryuuko's relationship with Ragyo becoming exactly as it is with Nui, intimately joined in a quest for my kind to take over this world.
I'm nearly finished with my objective. Ryuuko is grinding freely against their touches, moaning openly and without embarrassment. She's used to this, at least she thinks. The memories I've given her make her fond of this activity, as Nui is. It makes it easier for her to obey Ragyo, easier for her to accept me, to wear me.
Her blood becomes increasingly delicious as arousal travels through her body, no longer hindered by useless thoughts of what used to be. At this point, the fibers that had attached themselves to her body release her, for she is no longer an active threat to them with the state that she's in. I support her freely with my own strength, undulating across her entire body as I become one with her.
I can feel them touching me, touching her, caressing both of us, our fibers, until I feel Ryuuko's body starting to shake and seize. She's approaching that same apex that Satsuki would reach. I felt hotter as her most recent memories pass my gaze. I don't even have to rewrite those; I simply block her ability to access them, since they aren't important to the new life I have gifted for her to remember.
It's so good, she knows it feels good; she's clinging onto their arms, sweating and whimpering. It's interesting to see that she's so more open and receptive to their touches than Satsuki; Satsuki holds back her reactions, rigid and unsupportive of Ragyo's touch. Ryuuko grinds into their touch with wild abandon, and I shudder with the knowledge that I have done a job well done.
She's climaxing, my entire body lighting up with a wave of euphoria that renders me unable to do much for several minutes. However, her climax signals to Ragyo that I have completed the process of crafting Ryuuko into what she wanted her to be.
Ryuuko can now call herself Ragyo's daughter.