Finding Your Soul

A Chrona's DeathScythes spinoff.

It's an average day in Death City, and our two black-blooded heroes are having a healthy male bonding session. At least, until Soul makes a startling discovery.

"Why is your dick out?"

"I can't think with my dick in my pants, Soul, duh. Which reminds me: Maka! Get your ass over here! And make sure you're wearing the thing!" Her eyes glazed over as she literally crawled over on all fours, in a complete fetishy... giraffe-girl cosplay whatever the fuck.

"Isn't that a bit, I dunno, rapey?"

"Yeah, but I don't even give half of a fuck anymore." The pink haired boy grinned pridefully. "You see Soul, after you reach a certain level of... finesse? Finesse with your black blood, you become a bit more, what's the word? ...Feral? Eh, whatever, feral. Of course, I did absorb like, most of Ragnarok after the whole moon Kishin fiasco, so whatever. Well, either that, or it's my childhood finally catching up to me, but who cares? Not me that's who! But enough about me; what girl do you want for your Black Blood Harem ...trademark."

Soul breathed in sharply, headache inbound at his friend's antics. After the whole moon thing, Chrona had become even more unhinged than before.

"I dunno. Like, how many named female characters do we have left?"

"Ones I haven't claimed, or like in general?" Came the chipper response.

"Ones you haven't fucked, I guess." Soul sighed.

"Huh, that's a tough one. Actually, now that i think about it, we don't really know all that many girls... wait! ...no nevermind, Blair was a week and a half ago. Or maybe! No no, she is on the schedule. Yeah, nope. I give up."

"Well, there's... no wait. She's a lesbian I think." Damn this was hard. if only there would be some convenient black blood portal to other worlds.

"Who's a lesbian?"

"I think her name's like... uh, Kim or something. And her GF is uhh, some chick named like, Jackie?" Chrona was now flipping fervently through a small white notebook labeled 'Fuck Note" in messy green crayon. A Patti present most likely.

"Soul! That's perfect for a startup! Think about it! Lesbian scissoring! On your dick man! On your... dick... No. Wait. Nevermind. I call dibs." The pink haired boy trailed off, scribbling furiously in his notebook. Soul sighed in exasperation.

"S'fine. Not really my style anyways."

"Hrmm. Now I feel bad... Big brain idea!" He exclaimed. "You can have Ragnarok!"

"Excuse me, what the fuck!?" Chrona only nodded sagely to himself, ignoring Soul's silly little outburst.

"Oh, right. So. Like, I used to be a boy and a girl, but at the same time. And, like. After absorbing Ragnarok's uh, essence, not gay though. I decided that having a dick was better, and all that. So i used some Black blood Fuckery... trademark, and made Ragnarok a girl."

"And... Uh, why did you make Ragnarok into a chick?" Fuck it. He was lost here. And close to giving up too.

Well, he was bitching about being stuck in my head all the time, so I gave him my lady bits, in exchange for his half of my powers and some of his ego, and then BOOM! Me." Chrona paused, as if for dramatic effect but really just pushing Maka's head down harder onto his shaft.

"Of course, he-er, she. Is still kinda bound to me through the whole black blood thing, and is still kinda stuck in m head. But like, kinda like the summoning things in the Boruto's dad anime. You've seen it right?"

"Yeah, I think I get it now." Soul really hadn't but he figured that he'd just wing it.

"I have Ragnarok under my mostly control!"

"Mostly control?"

"Yeah, well, I'd like to see you keep your sociopathic alter-ego's clone body which is just girl you under complete control on the rare occasion that you let him, fuck it, her out as a test so you can finally be free of it." Chrona paused again. "...You do have a sociopathic alter-ego that won't leave you alone, right?"

"The little piano man in my head?" Soul questioned tentatively.

"Hehe. Billy Joel. But yeah, so you know how hard it is to keep it under control." Chrona looked at him strangely.

" Alrighty then, are you ready?"

Soul knew he'd probably regret this if he did or didn't, so either way he was gonna lose. Accept and have to deal with fucking a female version of one of his only close boy... guy friends. And refuse and forever wonder what could have been. Fuck it. May as well.

"Alright. Colour me intrigued, but I make no promises."

Chrona beamed. This was his chance to get rid of Chronarok and help his best friend out. A true win-win for everybody involved. Even Chronarok, who would go to a good home. Heh. She was like a puppy now. An angry evil puppy.

Chrona threw his head back, black mist emanating from every hole. It gathered at his feet, curled in on itself. This went on for about two minutes, until what was basically Chrona, but with slightly bigger breasts, and the distinct lack of a dick lay trembling at his feet.

This momentary peace didn't last long, however.

"Chronarok, this is Soul, you remember Soul, right?" Chronarok glared out at him before nodding slowly.

"Good. Well, Soul, she's your problem now. No takesies backsies now." And with that, Chrona sauntered his way to the other side of the couch; away from Soul and Chronarok-probably to play some mobile gacha game.

Soul stared down at the girl.

She stared back up at him.

"So..." He started awkwardly.

She stared impassively.

This impromptu staring contest continued on for some few minutes more.

"Uhhh... you want somethin' to eat or whatever?"

"No." Ah, so she could talk. And thankfully didn't sound exactly like Chrona.

Chrona started, game momentarily interrupted.

"Oh, right! Soul! I almost forgot; you gotta just, like, er, use your Black Blood macho energy (trademark) to do the harem thingy."

The pink girl stared daggers at her male counterpart.

"See, it's funny because she can't be all bitchy to me anymore cause of that."

After a moment to mentally prepare himself, and seeing as Chronarok seemingly wasn't able to move without Chrona or him allowing it, Soul decided to try the Black Blood Harem Technique... trademark.

Setting his mind as blank as he could possibly get it, and nicking his finger, Soul tentatively smeared his blood across the girl's lips, suppressing a shudder as she ran her tongue along the incision. At this, she stilled, and as if she were but a doll, pooled at his feet.

"Just wait for it, trust me." Soul could only nod dumbly, trusting in his friend to have him in this.

A solid two minutes of silence staggered by.

"Huh, y'know, I've never really seen it done on a semi-willing person before."

"Semi-willing?"

"Shhh. Look. She's twitching." And sure enough, she was. Like the death throes of a ran over beaver, but still, it was something.

Chronarok stood, her empty eyes fixed on Soul.

"Uh, Chrona? What do I do now?"

"Hrmmm, I think this is the part where you adjust her."

"How?"

"I dunno, it normally just comes on instinct."

"Ah."

Let's see... instinct. Right. As if on command, he instinctively knew what to do: adjust personality? Best keep that at default... Uhh, loyalty? Set it to high I guess? Aaand... fertility? Uh, default. Healing factor. 30% over normal? Submissiveness? I like them kinda feisty, so... i guess medium~low. Ah, last one... set head girl? Uhh, sure? I mean, does it really count if she's the only one for now? Whatever. Fine. Sure, I can probably change it later.

"Done. I guess." How long had that taken? Cause, Chrona was gone.

Chronarok's general demeanor relaxed, as if her earlier coldness had been doused with kerosene.

"So, fuckface, was it?"

What? He stared, confused. She grinned evilly, hands fiddling with something behind her.

"Yep. Alright. I don't really do foreplay either." Aaand, now she was naked.

And advancing on him. Perfect time for his mind to blank out.

"C'mon, you some kinda limp-dick, or what?"

"Wait.. I need to..."

She silenced him instantly, slamming her lips onto his, lithe tongue quickly establishing dominance over him. Iron assaulted his tastebuds, as blood leaked from her sliced tongue. She cared not, for she was playing the 'how far down his throat can I go game.'

Her fingers made short work of his crimson jeans, quickly freeing him of them.

She broke the impromptu kiss, opting to lap at the area around his mouth, making her way downwards to his collarbone, tugging at his boxers all the way. Exposing his rather erect cock to the air conditioned living room.

"Yeah, let's do this."

And then he was on his back. Chronarok quickly following his descent. Lining herself up with him.

"Any last words, virgin?" Okay, now she was sneering at him. Like, seriously, what was she? One of those Harry Potter snake chicks?

"Hey! I'll have you know that I'm not a virgi-" He never really got the chance to finish, Chronarok impaling herself unto him.

He unconsciously grunted. Feeling her tightness around him.

"Fuck! Shit! Cock! Motherfucking Ass-Pussy Cum Stain Fuck Shit Son of a Whore Bitch! Just Fuuuuck!" She winced, in pain.

Pain? ...Oh. Right. She must've been a virgin.

"Rookie mistake. Lube is, like a prereq for this shit."

"What the fuck Chrona! How long have you been standing there!?"

"Geez, chill. I just went to raid your fridge man..." He whistled. "Y'know, I don't think I'll ever get over how weird it is to watch you fuck clone me."

He clapped his hands loudly, flouncing down on the couch.

"Carry on, like I'm not even here right now."

Soul physically shook his head, ignoring both the cursing woman and her... male self? Whatever.

Soul dragged his gaze across her small body. Her breasts barely jiggled, her hips were about the right size for her stature, unshaven pubic hair... which did not match the drapes so to speak.

Right. Then. Let's just do this. May as well make his first time as decent as possible.

A light gasp escaped Chronarok, as he began a slow grind against her. He said nothing, opting to hold himself back for as long as possible. He knew that dudes don't last long their first time around, but seriously!? Already!?

It took most of his own deathscythe training to not bust it then. Something about the rocking motion of her barely-there breasts was suddenly alluring. And the way she thought she was being quiet with her own panting. That's it, he was gonna blow!

Something erupted from within him, something more primal. He began to thrust as hard as he could, with one goal in mind: make her cum first. As if Black Blood ability subconsciously obeying him, Chronarok began to tighten around him, now allowing low moans to escape.

She screamed first, collapsing herself on top of him, writhing in pleasure. He followed, but way cooler. Like, only holding her hips as close to him as his grip would allow.

He'd vaguely noted Chrona slipping out of the room, turning the light switch behind him. He'd deal with this later, for now... he needed to take a breather.

"Y'know... not bad for a first timer." It was sometime later in the day that Chrona had elected to come back. "Though, I am disappointed there was no anal, or bondage, or pet play, or more emphasis on the tongue stuff. Y'know with the way you two were straight up making out with her bleeding all down your throat.

"I'll just take the compliment."

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"... Wait a second. Have you seen Black Star or Kidd at all over the last, like, six months or so?"

"No, but last I heard they were spotted in Holland."

"Ah."

"Yup." Chrona replied, popping the 'p.'

"Y'know, there's something about getting a blowjob alongside your best guy friend."

"There was a moment there. But you just ruined it."

"Oops... So, uh... remember when I mentioned that conveniently timed Black Blood Portal to other worlds... trademark?" He offered somewhat timidly.

"Yeah?"

"How would you feel about that one Disney show; Ladybug, or whatever?"

"I've got no choice in this, do I?" He sighed.

"Technically yes and no. Black Blood manipulation ability and all that."

"Let's do it tomorrow, or like... sometime next week. I just wanna be lazy right now."

I HAVEN'T WROTE SMUT IN A WHILE, SO I'M A BIT RUSTY, SORRY.

IRL GOT IN THE WAY.