Ryuuko's POV when being reformatted by Junketsu. Counterpart of Ragyo's New Daughter

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I knew it was a trap to begin with, but logic was fleeting before I was actually captured.

Junketsu's descending upon me, and though I struggle to break free of the fibers holding me, they stick tight to my skin, having woven their way into my own fibers and creating too strong of a bond. Junketsu feels like a leech on my skin, squeezing and sucking the blood out of me. Unlike Senketsu, Junketsu didn't spare me the pain. It definitely hurts.

No matter how much I try to reject Junketsu, it doesn't stop this kamui from feeding. It's squeezing tighter around my body, uncomfortably so, and I close my eyes to try and focus…

But touches on my leg quickly change that. Harime Nui and Kiryuin Ragyo have found their places next to me, touching me with their filthy skin. How dare they force this thing upon me! I'll only wear Senketsu!

I can feel Nui's cold touch on my arm, despite wearing Junketsu. Is she really that cold…? And Ragyo's hand is sliding in between my—no! She has the audacity to violate me like this. I can't play her game because I'm unable to move, but I'm not going to let her affect me.

All I have to do is ignore it, ignore everything, don't let this get to me.

Something's poking at the edges of my mind, and before I can even react, it's like my whole mind is on lock down. I see every single memory my brain has stored up until this point flash before my eyes within seconds, before it's seemingly all gone. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic with how tightly this presence has a grip on my mind.

Slowly but surely, images start to reappear, ones I'm not familiar with. I should remember them though, right? My mind would not just conjure up images of Ragyo and I together, actually being happy? She was never in my childhood!

But what else does my childhood consist of? All I can remember is her giving me everything I ever wanted. She made me happy without question, gave me the world…

Seeing these memories appear… it feels so nice, filled with the love of a parent, the love that I so desperately needed in my life. The love granted to me by this woman before me, a woman who I thought I never really knew until now. The woman that is making my body feel like it's supposed to. It's supposed to feel good to be me. Their touches are bringing that realization ever closer to me.

I'm starting to wonder why I ever fought against Junketsu in the first place. Letting Junketsu take control is exhilarating, as though we're one the same. The power flowing through me as Junketsu takes blood as compensation. My wedding dress, my gift from Mama; it's an honour to finally don you. You look wonderful on me.

My body tells me that something is wrong here, that these touches to my core should not be happening. I'm sore down there, but I know I should love it. And so I do love it. Mama is giving me the best care in the world, and I will do my best to show her I appreciate it. The fibers inside me sing that yes, this is right.

I cling to her arms, my moans escalating as Nui's cold but familiar touch caress my torso, pinching and clawing in tandem to Mama's strokes. This feels so right; Mama's telling me I'm doing well, bringing me closer to her body. I smile for her as my body begins to release. It's such a funny feeling, but it makes me feel good. She holds me as I shake, stroking through the waves of pleasure and whispering nice things to me that I've remembered her saying every time she brought me this bliss.

I am proud to wear Junketsu for you, Mama.