Disclaimer: The characters you are about to see do not belong to me, but zun. Viewer disbelief in my ownership of them advised.
A/N: Never thought I would make it to this many chapters, and in 1 more chapter I will have reached 20k word! It feels so... strange. Well, enjoy the show!
Author: Heh.
Yukari: Amusing, is it not? Long ago, 20,000 words was a significant number to you.
Author: It's funny because this story is nearing eleven times that size from these edits.
Yukari: What's funnier is that you have written a total of thirty times that by this point.
Author: I'm amazed that I wrote this story in just a year. It feels as though it was a huge undertaking - and it was! I spent a hundred hours on a great deal of content, and even then, the story was only a quarter done, by my estimates!
Yukari: You have certainly progressed. 600,000 words in just three years. Of course, my speed at typing is fast enough that I could have written quite a lot more in that time, but it is commendable, regardless. You live with human limitations, and yet you accomplish so much in the short time you live.
Yuuka: It's funny, really. What was that human saying... You do not know what it is that you have until it's gone?
Author: ...How on earth does that apply to this?
Yuuka: How does it not? But you are thinking backwards, dear. You would be the thing that would be gone before we even realize it.
Author: ...Ahh.
Yukari: I will admit, once you are gone, I will miss the hijinx we get into.
Author: You will forget with time.
Yuuka: Perhaps.
Yukari: I think not. I have always been a sucker for a fine tale, no matter how poorly written.
Author: Well, enough of this morbid stuff, let's get on with the show, shall we?
Cirno's house, some time during the night:
The pair of fairies lay sleeping in a bed made of what amounted to layers of old patchwork sheets and scrap wood, which was nailed together where it was needed. There were even some slightly frozen sections from the double dose of sleeping ice fairy it had been receiving recently. Where cirno had acquired the bed, or perhaps the materials for the bed, was unknown.
Drooling a bit, Cirno muttered in her sleep, "Mmm~ Popsicle..." She was lazily licking at the wing as she held it in a death-grip, cutting deeply into her fingers, and causing blue blood to trickle from the wounds, freezing all which it touched.
During all of this, I was twitching about, my face as dark as a blueberry, chewing on my lip. I occasionally let out little gasps, and the rare mewl. I gently oscillated my hips, occasionally twitching, my body stiffening.. My knees were slowly grinding together as I did as such. Of course, Cirno should be thankful that we are both children of winter, or else one of us would be very uncomfortable right now. Perhaps in pain, in fact, as either Cirno's fingers and tongue would be frostbitten and stuck to me, or my wings might be melting her. On the note of melting, one has to wonder what summer would be like; I had heard about it after all. Quite the hot set of months. Hot enough to melt ice, that's for certain.
As we lay there, Cirno continued to slather my wing in her drool, while I simply did all one could do in such a situation, and continued to let out little sounds of pleasure that were barely audible. At the same time, you would think that some portion of what was going on would wake one of us.
But it didn't. Not for some time, anyways.
Cirno's house, early morning:
Outside, a cheerful soprano voice sang, "Chin chiiiin~!" It was Mystia, just as it always was. And with that out of the way, her job, nay, her calling out of the way, she yawned. "Gods am I tired..." With that said, she lazily flew through the sky, heading deeper into the bamboo forest, where her home resided. In the life of the nocturnal, our day was their night.
At that last little push to wake up, I awoke with a start. I mewled softly as I felt something wet and cold slide down the length of my wing. Cirno was in a deep sleep, and it would seem that she really loved Popsicle.
Trying to keep my voice contained, I pleaded as I looked over my shoulder at my teacher, "C-CirNNNnnooo...! Q-quit IIIIIiit..." I couldn't help but let out a little squeal. I had been worked up all night, and it was quite apparent. "N-nooo, not like thaaAAAaa...! ...S-stop lickiiiiIIIiing there...!" With every time I was licked, my voice jumped up an octave.
While Cirno continued to clutch my wing, licking at it, I gently shook her, begging, "C-Cirnooo... P-please wAAAaaake uuup...!"
Cirno simply continued to lap away at my wing, much to my chagrin.
Simply giving up, I growled, and pulled back my arm, intent of slapping her awake. However, it wasn't to be; when I struck, she rolled, and I made solid contact with the flat of my wing, causing my eyes to go wide, and a yelp to escape my lips in a mixture of pleasure and pain. My entire body stiffened, and I passed out moments later, rolling off the side of the bed with a thud.
Blearily blinking open her eyes at the sound of the thud, Cirno looked around, and noticed a certain lack of something. "Hmm...? Where's Usagi...? ...What's that smell? Smells like..." She sniffed a bit. "Blood and..." She sniffed again. "And... Hrm... Kinda sickeningly sweet... ...Wait..." And then her train of thought derailed as she spotted me on the ground. "Usagi?! What... How... When... What the hell!" She wasn't sure what to do at all, in this situation. Usually you don't find injured fae. It's either dead or alive, in most cases. Or, at least, she thought I was hurt.
Suddenly she noticed my wing in her hands, slathered in slobber. It didn't take long for her to put two and two together, what with that sweet stench mixed with the wing in her hand. She could only come to one conclusion. Once she realized that this was why she was having such good dreams, she blushed furiously, a deep blue blush spreading across her cheeks at what she must have been doing to her poor student. Letting go of my wing, she flitted over to my side, and began to shake me. "Usagi, wake up! Now's not the time to be sleeping on the floor!" Thinking a moment, she mused, "There are times you want to sleep on the floor...?" Shaking her head dismissively, she got back to shaking me.
I awoke to a dull throb in my skull, as if my head were clobbered with a club. "Urgh..." I shook the sleep away, and looked to the source of the talking, trying to ignore the pain as best as I was able to. I couldn't help but rub a bump on the top of my head, either. Something about that gives me deja vu...
Sighing, Cirno pleaded, "Usa, I'm so sorry... I-I didn't mean to, I swear!" She was looking down in shame, while blushing all the while.
Blinking in confusion, I asked, "Huh...? What are you- Wait..." And then it hit me. "...That wasn't a dream?" My eyes widened, falling to Cirno's hands, and I urgently asked, "Cirno, are your hands okay?!" I was more than a little worried that Cirno had been injured. There was frozen blood all over the bed from her wounds, so it wasn't outside of reason to assume as such.
Blinking in surprise at my caring about the wounds she had barely given any mind to, Cirno assured, "Ahh! Right, uhh... I'll be fine, don't worry!" Honestly, she was more worried about me taking offense to what she had done to myself. Of course, the wounds did look rather major, so my concern was reasonable; you could see bone in the deepest parts of the wounds.
Looking at her with tears welling up in my eyes, I asked, "R-really...?"
Changing the subject, Cirno blurted out, "H-how about we just go and clean the sheets...? They likely need it after all that..."
Looking to the bloodied sheets, I simply nodded my ascent.
Outside Cirno's house:
Happy to have a distraction from how she violated me, Cirno cheerfully said, "Alright, the clothes line is all set up, and I made a wash board! Let's go grab the sheets!
Nodding, I said, "Yes, Master." With that said, we began to work on transporting the sheets that made up the mattress of our bed into a tidy little pile by the lake. The ground wasn't muddy, so this would be a simple affair.
Smiling, Cirno declared, "Alright, let's get started, Usa!" She sat by the edge of the lake, and grabbed the washboard and a sheet, before realizing something. "...Ohh, right. I guess I have to make two, huh? I'm really not used to having a helper..." She seemed a bit embarrassed by her blunder. Sighing, she added, "The sooner we get done, the sooner we can get to swimming, so let's get to work!"
For the next hour, we spent our time scrubbing, rinsing, and hanging sheets to dry. Hard work, but thankfully only a few layers of sheets had been bloodied. As we cleansed the sheets of blood, I noticed that the water of the lake was crystallizing inside of her wounds, sealing and healing the holes in her fingers. I absentmindedly looked to fingertips of my left hand, noticing that they were still a bit black. Make it was Rumia's spit that healed me?
But why was it black?