So soft…

IF nuzzled her head into the pillow she was hugging. The light and heat of the Sun's beams poured forth into the room, causing the maker to bury her head further into the plush cushion. She didn't waaaaant to get up. Unfortunately for her, the bedroom was starting to get warm. Really warm. The Sun must have been blazing today, since her back was starting to get really warm and-

Rustle rustle

What was that?

Having felt some movement right behind her, IF quickly flipped herself 180 degrees to face the source. Seeing something right next to her, the maker practically jumped, hitting the ground as she fell out of the bed. Then, the object of terror before her began to stir more. The nightmarish creature rose up, sitting in bed as it stared unyieldingly with a cold, piercing gaze into her very soul.

A low, slow voice began to mutter. "Iffy… why are you making so much noooise?" Said Plutia. The horror, the horror! The blue pajama-clad maker scooted herself backwards frantically, as if to try and escape from the "menacing" person that was Plutia.

"M-My apologies, Lady Plutia!" Stammered IF, fearing that she had just angered Plutia and even moreso fearing that the sleepy girl would transform. While most people wouldn't fear a tired girl waking up, even if it was Plutia, IF had some less than fond memories of the goddess. After seeing the terrors of what Plutia had done as Iris Heart when she was angry, the maker had always made sure not to do anything that would even remotely annoy the CPU.

Plutia saw the poor maker scuttling nervously into the corner of the room, and she couldn't help but giggle at her. IF was typically the kind of person to stay committed and not falter in her confidence no matter how dire the situation was, and to see the girl groveling on the floor like she was now would be funny to almost anyone, regardless of if they took any sadistic pleasure out of it or not. The CPU, however, raised an eyebrow in curiosity as to why exactly the maker was panicking like she was. It took the sleepyhead a few moments to figure it out. She recalled the time many years ago when she was angry at Arfoire for kidnapping IF, and after that whole fiasco, IF seemed to err more on the side of caution and fear around Plutia. Plutia wondered, had the maker still not let get that incident go?

One need only look at the epitome of fear incarnate bowing down on the floor to answer that question with a yes. Even Plutia couldn't help but feel bad about the apparent problems she had caused for IF. So, the CPU decided she was going to right this wrong she had created, and she would do it the only way she knew how.

...If she even knew at least one way! Plutia was experienced with making people afraid of her, not friendly towards her. As IF sat fearfully in a corner, Plutia weighed her options. Dominating IF as Iris Heart was obviously out of the question. Hmm…

Nearly a few moments had passed before Plutia thought of an idea and immediately put it into action. If sadistic, high impact sexual domination was what caused the issue, then surely the opposite, low impact consensual snuggles, would reverse it! Well, technically not entirely consensual, but Plutia didn't seem to be too concerned with semantics as she leaped onto IF.

The CPU, now on top of the maker who was sandwiched between a wall and her worst nightmare, wrapped her arms around IF. She spoke slowly and softly as she always did, trying to calm the maker down with her words. "It's aaaaaaall okaaay, Iffy." She gave the girl a pat on the back too! Surely this approach would cure all of the maker's worries!

If one were to look in a dictionary, they would see Plutia's plan listed as an example of the definition of "Wrong". Blind to reasoning and cuddles, IF squirmed and shouted as the CPU embraced her. Wanting to flee, IF tried to stand up and move away. Standing was easy enough, but the difficulty came from trying to move away, as the lilac-haired girl stubbornly kept her arms tightly wrapped around her. Noticing Plutia hanging off of her, the brunette frantically flailed and ran around the bedroom. Still, the goddess hung off of the girl as best she could, even as she began to lose her grip on the panicking maker. "C-Calm down a bit, Iffyyyyyyy!" Exclaimed Plutia, holding on for dear life.

This debauchery continued for a minute, IF running in circles with the goddess floating behind her like some kind of bulky yet terrifying cape. Unfortunately for both of the girls, it was only a matter of time before Plutia had lost her grip around IF and began falling to the ground. In one last effort to try and grab onto the maker again, the CPU latched onto the girl's loose pants, pulling them along for the ride down to the ground. Plutia flopped onto the floor with all the grace of a floundering fish on land, which caused the pajama bottoms she held to bunch up around IF's ankles. This caused the maker to trip and fall, her upper body fortunately landing on the plush bed nearby.

The maker took a moment to recover, before she stood back up with her pajamas still bunched up near her feet. It was at this exact moment that IF stood still as two events became clear. Firstly, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Red probably stole them. No, make that definitely. The shortstack definitely stole them while she was sleeping. It was this discovery, that her precious undergarments had been swiftly swindled, that led her to her second revelation. She still had a dick. Damnit, Compa. The nurse had not only accidentally given her the medicine with the side effect of growing a member, but the medicine that gave her a futa cock had lasted longer than four hours. IF had half a mind to pay Compa a visit after this and give her the thanks she deserved. Why, she knew exactly what she'd do when she saw Compa next and-

Grope

IF stopped planning lewd vengeance as she suddenly felt a hand reach around from behind to gently caress the cock she was so worked up over. Nary a moment later did she then feel Plutia's almost bare body press up against her back. While the maker had been caught up in thought thinking about seeking revenge, Plutia had cast aside most of her clothing, spare her panties, and gotten in position behind IF. Surely, the CPU thought, that if doing something rough and forcefully made IF scared, then perhaps showing her a more gentle and intimate side might soothe some of her fears?

Currently, the only effect the CPU had on the maker was fear. IF was tempted to run more, but with the sadist having her hands clutched around her sensitive cock, she was afraid that making any sudden movements would result in a lot of pain. And if Plutia's ability to hang on earlier was anything to go by, IF knew that the girl wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. "L-Lady P-Plutia…?" The maker began to sputter, her voice trembling and oozing with concern, "W-What are you doing?"

The CPU giggled to herself in return. "Isn't it obvious Iffy?" She asked, as if it was. "I just wanna spend some more intimate time with you…" Had the goddess been transformed into Iris Heart, that line would have been much, much scarier.

IF wanted to protest, and she almost did, opening her mouth to do so; but instead of speaking her mind, she moaned gently. Plutia had slowly slid her hand down the cock, softly stroking the semi-stiff member. IF kept trying to complain, but each time she opened her mouth she would be interrupted by her own moans.

Plutia started off at a slow pace, earnestly trying to calm IF down by gently pleasuring the maker. The CPU's small, soft, warm hands rubbed against IF's sensitive, hard futa cock, each and every tiny movement sending tingles of pleasure through her body. "You have such cute moans, Iffy…" The goddess chuckled lowly, finding it amusing how a girl so typically serious made such adorable noises when being jerked off.

While IF began to calm down in one way, she started to be roused in another way. She was no longer afraid of Plutia, at least for the time being, yet she was no doubt excited, if the pulsations of her cock were to be believed. Plutia felt the member begin to throb in her hand, and she accelerated her strokes in response. Lewd slapping noises accompanied the maker's moans each time Plutia's hand reached the base of the stiff futa cock.

As the unsurprisingly proficient Plutia pleasured IF, the girl began to break in several ways. Her mind began to think not of fear or of running away from Plutia, but of allowing her to keep rubbing her off. The resulting surges of pleasure from the goddess' firm strokes began overwhelming her, causing her to start losing feeling in her legs. Finally, IF was beginning to reach the edge of what she could handle from the goddess, and she wanted to break the metaphorical dam and experience the intense orgasm that would inevitably follow.

IF couldn't help but allow her body to twitch and convulse in pleasure as the goddess kept fondling her. More of her body began to stop responding as the lewd actions numbed her mind. The maker had to lean back on Plutia's bare chest to keep herself upright while she revelled in pleasure. As she felt herself about to reach the orgasm she lusted for, she cried out to her partner, "P-Plhutiah… I'm gonna…!" IF, so addled by her intense sex drive, had dropped the fear and formalities she usually held for the goddess, simply calling Plutia by her name.

It was unfortunate for the maker that she wasn't the only one getting into the lustful flow. Plutia had gotten caught up by her desire to please IF and now had wanted to please her own somewhat sadistic desires, with the maker whose stiff member she held in her hand being the instrument she planned to use to channel and fulfill those lewd interests. Just as IF was no less than a few strokes away from cumming furiously, Plutia suddenly let go of her throbbing cock, leaving the maker to writhe around as she sought out the last sensation of pleasure she needed to finish.

IF wriggled and squirmed as she was held in place by Plutia. Biting down on her lip, the maker tried to keep her sanity about her as she so desperately tried to obtain release. Soon came another rub from Plutia, but it was too late. Once again Plutia had brought the poor maker to her edge again. There was a pause for a while before Plutia stroked the twitching member again, bringing IF close to release for a third time. The sadist continued her treatment of the girl for a few minutes, pleasuring the girl to have her almost cum before stopping right before she did. She eagerly relished in the sight of IF's hands clutching, her toes curling, and her letting out breathy moans.

However, it would just so happen to be that IF herself didn't quite enjoy being teased and edged for so long. With her pleasure high having chipped away at her mind's typically prude thoughts, it didn't take much longer for the maker to finally snap. During one of the more lengthy absences of Plutia's soft, pleasuring hand, a lust induced surge of power came over IF. In what seemed almost like nearly a moment of time, the maker turned around and grabbed onto the small, relatively weak goddess before promptly picking her up and tossing her onto the bed (which admittedly had held more girls that weren't IF in the past day than it had for the entirety of it's lifespan).

The CPU landed on her stomach in the middle of the bed and lay still for a few moments as she recovered from being winded by the throw and trying to comprehend what had just happened. It wasn't until she heard IF moving around that she tried to get up, but by then it had already been too late. "I-Iffy, what are you- Purururu?!" The small, lilac-hued girl had only gotten onto her hands and knees before she felt a pair of hands suddenly grip onto her firm, nearly nude butt. She turned her head to take a look at the girl behind her, seeing IF staring at her lewd nude body with the eyes of a starved wolf. Well, it could be worse, at least IF wasn't a sadist or anything like that-

IF licked her lips.

That was the tipping point for Plutia's sense of security before she fell into a sense of panic. The inevitable pulling down of her panties only added fuel to the fires of her fear. While she had been dominating and edging IF without a second thought before, it was now Plutia herself who was in a pinch. Perhaps wearing more than just panties and socks would have offered Plutia some nice protection in this trying time. Though, even if Plutia had something to cover her body, one would have to doubt if that would have deterred the maker in any meaningful way.

Regardless, there was nothing that could be done now that would change the fact that Plutia was on a bed with a very horny, lust addled, pent up IF who was fully willing and ready to thrust her futa cock into the nearest hole. Before there could be any protest, IF prepared to do exactly what she desired to do; She kept the goddess in place by holding onto the cheeks of her butt before beginning to line up her twitching member with the smaller girl's damp womanhood. "H-Hold on, Iffyyy!" Plutia began to cry out in desperation. The goddess was used to being the one dominating, and had rarely, if ever, been on the receiving end. With this lack of familiarity in mind, she was concerned about what she'd be feeling. "I-I'm sorry, I won't tease you again Iffy! P-Please just calm dooown!" The girl pleaded.

But alas, her cries fell on expectedly deaf ears. Once the horny IF had lined up her twitching cock, she thrust her hips forward. In one single powerful movement, the maker slammed the entirety of her eager member into the poor, unsubmitting sadist. IF moaned heavily as she felt the sublime pleasure of the goddess' tight body around her shaft. Plutia, however, wasn't so joyous in her response. The small girl let out a shout mixed with pleasure and surprise that pierced through the air, practically ringing throughout the household.

IF savored the feeling of Plutia's body, swaying her own hips from side to side to grind her sensitive cock against the goddess' walls. She kept her hips connected with Plutia's for quite some time, basking in the lewd sensations she felt from having her entire length down to the hilt inside of the small, lilac-haired girl. The sex hungry girl seemed to care little about the girl beneath her, whom was a whimpering mess of pleasure.

Plutia herself reflected momentarily on things while she was being used as a sheathe for IF's member. She had always been a dominating sadistic girl and had never even considered for a second trying out being in a submissive role, and yet the pleasure she had felt in the past few seconds was almost enough to make her reconsider her stance. She didn't have much time nor power to affect her current position of receiving rather than giving, though.

Eventually, IF had decided she had been grinding inside of Plutia longer than she would grind in an MMO, and got ready to use Plutia to relieve the pent up stress the goddess had given her. Almost painfully slowly, IF pulled her crotch away from the girl's firm butt, ensuring she made Plutia tremble in pleasure as her member slid out of her. The lilac haired girl let out a sigh of relief as she felt her womanhood empty again, only to emit another cute shout as IF quickly slammed into her once more.

With her member quickly becoming addicted to the wonderful sensation of being inside of Plutia, IF began to thrust inside the small girl at a steadily increasing pace. She started off with slow but heavy thrusts, giving herself time to fully enjoy and take in the lewd noises being made from the sex as well as the lewd mewls of pleasure Plutia gave out with each thrust. Eventually, her pace grew to hasty fucking, her hips moving as fast as possible as she focused on the amazing sensation of having sex with Plutia rather than the girl herself. IF herself soon began to moan, her notes syncing with Plutia's to create a perverted symphony as she greedily kept humping away at the girl.

However, their song, beautifully lewd as it was, would soon come to an end as the maker once again began nearing her several times denied orgasm. She decided to be as merciless to Plutia as the small Planeptune CPU had been to her, roughly fucking the girl and possibly throwing in a light spank before slamming her hips forcefully into her and sheathing her eager, edged member inside one last time, cumming without even so much as a single word or sign of warning. The goddess could do nothing in response but give out a long, shrill moan before she stuffed her face into a pillow to weakly try and suppress her lewd, submissive sounds. In contrast, the maker fully embraced her dominative side, lustfully howling in pleasure as several shots of her futa seed gushed into the poor, small Plutia. Having been pent up so much, the maker managed to fill the girl with so much of her cum that some excess poured from her womanhood before the futa even pulled out.

Some time passed with the two staying in this position, Plutia not having the strength to move let alone push the maker away, and IF grinding her cock against the walls of Plutia's tight womanhood while she slowly came down from her pleasure high. Once the self proclaimed "gust of wind" had finally finished with the goddess though, both of the girls simply slumped over and collapsed onto the bed, eager to rest so that they may restore their energy.

Deep, heavy breaths sounded through the sweaty air as the two girls laid down on their backs, too exhausted to even speak or acknowledge what had just happened. Plutia's tongue stuck out of her lips, her mouth wide open so she could freely and easily take in oxygen. IF, not as overtaken by the pleasure now, didn't have a lolling tongue. She did, however, have wide open eyes as she realized what she just did.

Shit shit shit. The maker beat herself up mentally, too exhausted to actually form a fist and physically knock herself in the head. Knowing she would need to apologize to the goddess before she had a chance to turn into a dominatrix, IF rested for a few moments more before forcing herself to shuffle in position and raise her head up. "P-Plutia, I'm really really sorry, please forgive me for what I di- wha!?"

In a fraction of a second, the situation seemed to change in a completely unexpected way. Without speaking a word, Plutia got herself up, moved over to IF, and slammed herself plummeting down the maker's long, still stiff member. IF shouted loudly, her previous orgasm having left her body sensitive. The irises in Plutia's eyes became heart shaped, acting as an indicator that maybe she was willing to put aside her sadistic side and enjoy the ride for once?

Nonetheless, the maker couldn't help but weakly express her confusion. "Plu… Plutia…. what are you doing?" While the goddess was weak, IF was weaker, meaning that any resistance offered would result in sloppy struggling that ultimately led nowhere. Besides, it's not like she maker was opposed to what was happening, after all.

Plutia raised her body up, letting her tongue loll as she pulled herself away from IF's thick futa cock before she slammed down again. She groaned pleasantly as she grinded herself against the maker, fervently and unpredictably lifting and moving her hips around as she herself now sought her own orgasm that she was close to. "I-Iffy…!" The small goddess mewled. "It feels so gooood…"

IF definitely agreed with that. Eager for a round two, the maker went with the flow of things and began thrusting up into Plutia's soaking womanhood as the girl rode her. It was strange, the way Plutia acted. While IF knew Iris Heart to be a purely cruel, sadistic monster, she couldn't help but stifle a light chuckle as she viewed the same girl, albeit not in CPU form, currently riding on top of her throbbing member like there was no tomorrow. It was almost cute seeing Plutia this submissively desperate for pleasure. Almost.

Plutia, as one would expect, was not focused on the humor of the situation, but rather the blissful pleasure of the maker's cock. Each thrust sent shocks of increasingly intense ecstasy through her body, eventually becoming so overwhelming that she needed support as she began to wobble a bit. IF was quick to recognize this need, and offered her hands to the goddess. The girl quickly accepted the lewd, degenerative handhold, intertwining their fingers as she gripped on firmly to the hand.

It was only inevitable that the goddess would soon cum, and was made clear to IF as the womanhood she thrust into began to twitch and Plutia's moans began to become higher pitched. Their handlock only tightened as both girls came, Plutia being the first one to reach her orgasm before IF reached a second one herself. The love nectar of the two girls mixed together as they both rode out their pleasure highs, grinding into each other to try and make it last as long as possible.

When they did come down from their sensation overdrives, they both collapsed onto the bed again, holding one of each other's hands as they lay completely exhausted…

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"Hmm hmm hmmm…. heh hah haaaah…. Kurome like, super duper totally loves this…" It was now that the true force behind IF's lewdness was revealed. Wishing to thin out the CPU's ranks, she tried to pick off an easy target first. She gave the maker dreams about RED first, then a dream inside her dream about Vert, and then a dream about Plutia. They were all designed to keep her busy for a while, and the definitely did, but with one caveat: They kept Kurome busy for a while too. As she looked into the girl's dreams, she couldn't help but become engrossed in them herself. And so, the villain in all of her delusionary evil, was now standing at the doorway in full on valley girl mode and with an intense nosebleed that would normally require medical attention.

Unfortunately for Kurome, she had been peeping into the maker's dreams for the entire night, and when the morning came and the CPUs began to assemble the party…

"Kurome… loves watching… lewdness…!~ It's so- huh?" It was at the moment that the corrupt CPU felt two distinct hands grabbing onto one arm each. Lo and behold, in her dreamy daze, Compa and Iris Heart had sneaked up and grabbed her, while the four CPU candidates stood not too far behind. "U-Unhand me at once, dregs!" She threatened. Her bark carried no bite however, as she knew she was weakened by the severe blood loss she had endured.

"My my, someone's been a naughty little villain." Iris Heart spoke slowly, finishing her sentence by licking her lips sadistically. Kurome didn't know why that girl was sending chills down her spine, but even Kurome was afraid!

Then, the sweater wearing nurse spoke. "Naughty girls need to be punished…" Compa's eyes had a shadow cast over them, as if to physically show her anger.

The candidates simply watched the scene unfold in front of them. Their job of fighting the evil CPU had been completely trivialized.

Compa and Iris Heart weren't pleased with just capturing the CPU though. Iris Heart turned to the candidates with the fire of eager desire in her eyes. "Girls, you wouldn't mind if Compa and I took in this dirty CPU for… interrogation, would you?" She asked rhetorically. Nobody would stand up against Iris Heart normally, and with a villain that needed taught a lesson being the only thing on the line, they were much less obliged. With a giggle, the dominatrix and nurse began to drag away their new… "prisoner".

"H-Huh?" Kurome sputtered, clearly fearful of what the two girls planned to do to her. "W-Wait! You can't do this to me! I won't have my revenge ruined by this! Nooooo!"

For the next few days, the only sounds coming out of Plutia's room were whip crackings, muffled shouts, bed springs squeeking, and the sounds of sex-fueled thrusts, all accompanied by the intense musk of sex.