"...Hmmm, do you actually like this, Zephyra?" I ask Zephyra with growing disinterest in her modeling hobby, sothing she picked up recently and which apparently calms her down.
She still carries so trauma regarding alchemy, but she wants to try learning it again to help , so she switched to modeling — that way she can shape materials into statues, objects, and other things.
"Y-Yes... don’t you like it?" She asks, a bit tense about it, not wanting to get bored.
"Oh, I like it." I lie to her. It’s incredibly dull. I an, I have the Essence of Creation — shaping material is sothing I can easily do with magic in whatever form I want. So doing it manually with moldable materials is pretty... inefficient. But if Zephyra enjoys it, then it’s fine by to take part.
"Here, what do you think?" I show her a perfectly molded statue of her body. It’s a highly detailed copy of Zephyra, so much so that even she looks at it with surprise.
"It’s so good!!"
"That’s because I know you well... is sothing bothering you? You’re not usually one to invite into your hobbies." As much as Zephyra loves , she also has trauma tied to , so she never used to call to join her hobbies, since they’re where she goes to calm her mind.
"I-I’m worried... i-if you die... I-I don’t know what I’d do." She looks at as if the prospect of losing is sothing incomprehensible.
’Well, if I die, you die too...’ I don’t say that so I don’t ruin the "mood," but Zephyra is only immortal as long as I’m alive, and if I die, she’ll die as well. So she wouldn’t really have anything to dwell on — after all, she wouldn’t even notice she died.
"I’m not going to die!! You can be sure I’ll win. You don’t need to worry." I say it confidently, but the reality is that the chances of victory are 50/50. It’s not low, but the whole point of a 50% chance is that there’s no way to be absolutely certain or to break the odds.
Honestly, it’s a percentage that leaves on edge. It doesn’t depend purely on — either I win or I lose, and that’s it. I bet even Elysia is tense. She knows the odds are far too balanced.
Because it will be a 3 v 4, but the 3 of us are stronger than the 4 of them on an individual level, aning their having one extra person just evens things out.
"P-Pandora... I..." Zephyra doesn’t seem very confident. I don’t think she noticed my confidence is fake, since I truly have no idea if I’ll win. But to lift her spirits, I decide to set the plan in motion.
Using the powers of my true body, an avatar materializes right beside . This is the avatar that will stay with Zephyra — it’s more docile and depraved, but far more patient, despite still having its wild side.
"...?" Zephyra looks at the "second Pandora" with confusion, but the reality is that both of us are the sa being. On top of that, if I die, my avatars will die too.
"This right here is , Zephyra!! From now on, I’m going to live with you every single day. I’ll do everything for you — bathe you, feed you, protect you, take you on walks. You’ll never have to do anything again besides love ." I say as the avatar gives Zephyra a sweet smile.
Since Zephyra is already emotionally dependent on , there’s no issue in making her physically dependent on too, if that’s what makes her happy.
"R-Really? You’ll stay with ... forever?" The hope in her eyes and voice is so adorable.
"Yes. I’ll never leave your side again, unless you want to." This other avatar also has a level of 100,000 — more than enough strength to protect Zephyra from anything.
"...T-Then... c-can I go back to eating only... y-your... your fluids?" That hopeful question of hers makes let out a sigh.
"Of course." I had been putting so much effort into healing her and getting her to eat normal food again, and the first thing she does is ask to eat that... well, it doesn’t matter. Either way, this avatar is never leaving Zephyra’s side, so she can always have that food.
’Either way, my tail’s sen is nutritious, healthy, and cos in enough quantity for her to eat as many als as she wants until she’s satisfied. So it shouldn’t be a problem for her to live on that alone forever.’
"But Zephyra, if you’re only going to eat that, what about your ice cream? You love ice cream so much..."
"I-I can ask them to make ice cream with... y-your fluids." She shyly offers that solution.
"...Do whatever you want." Now I just need to create an avatar for Mikael, Delphina, and Grimm. I’m still fine-tuning the personalities of those 3 remaining avatars, so it’ll take about two weeks each for them to get their own.
If my daughters had made proud, I’d give an avatar to each of them. But since they failed , they won’t receive any personal avatar to help them and stay with them.
"I’m heading out now..." I glance at my avatar — it’s literally , and if I focus, I can see from her perspective. So I’m literally seeing myself through the eyes of another . It’s a bit confusing having so many bodies.
’Actually... strange... why does my true body... feel so uncomfortable...’ I start leaving my room while rubbing one leg against the other. Having used my true body’s powers without entering it left feeling sothing odd.
’I wonder what Grimm is doing with my real body...’ I don’t even want to see what she’s up to.
...
...
...
"Like this, Grimm?" My clone asks , and I just nod while looking at Pandora’s body positioned exactly the way I wanted.
"It’s... perfect... looks like Pandora is planning to create an avatar to stay with ... what a wonderful little wife I have." I rub my cheeks against Pandora’s inflated belly.
She’s tightly tied upside down, her legs bound at the thighs while spread wide open, and her forearms are bound to her arms.
anwhile, two very large and thick plugs are secured in her vagina and anus, keeping my sen completely trapped inside. Pandora’s belly has gotten so big — so comfortable, soft, and warm to rub my face against. It’s like a huge, hot, adorable balloon.
"Haaa... Pandora, this is a dream. I wish you’d never wake up... it’s a sha that soday, eventually, you’ll end up waking up here in your true body... but don’t worry, love! I’m taking good care of you." My clones scrub every external inch of Pandora with soap to clean up the ss I made.
"Grimm, the gag is a bit loose. Pandora bit down on reflex." The clone warns, and I look at the ball in Pandora’s mouth, which has a very large crack in it.
"That’s fine!! I’ll swap it out soon." I’ve learned a lot about Pandora’s adorable anatomy over these past few days, and I’m genuinely exhausted. Pandora is insanely satisfying. I even had so severe nosebleeds — a rarity.
"Hey, Grimm, I have a question," says the clone holding the cara recording every second of the situation.
"What is it? You talk too much, you know that?"
"Why are you being so... intense? You take practically no breaks from these sexual activities. Doesn’t that get frustrating for you?"
"...Pandora is going to fight the goddesses soon. I don’t know which future will co first, but the battle will start within 1 to 2 months at most. During the war, Pandora could die. And even if she wins, she’s going to take a VERY long ti to co back."
"Besides, since Pandora is planning to leave avatars for everyone, I don’t think she plans on bringing her true body back to this planet..."
"Pandora is going to abandon us... this might be the last ti I see Pandora’s true body instead of an avatar... obviously, Pandora isn’t talking about this with anyone."
"But I’m not an idiot. I know exactly how Pandora thinks. To her, leaving avatars is her way of not abandoning us. But to , it IS abandonnt, since this adorable body right here is never going to show up for us again."
"So even though I’m going to fuck Pandora’s avatar plenty, I much prefer fucking this hot little body while I still can..." I feel sad — genuinely sad — about Pandora’s choice.
She really is going to abandon all of us, taking her true body probably out of the universe — maybe to a separate dinsion, maybe an alternate reality she created, maybe even inside her own universe. I have no way of knowing. That’s far too deep into the future.
All I know is that the chances of never seeing the real Pandora again are incredibly high, and I’m simply gorging myself completely while I can.
"G-Gmmmh." Pandora lets out a moan as I smack the huge plug in her ass hard.
"Aahh, that voice. What an adorable little thing... this is your punishnt for deciding to abandon all of us!! Even though I understand why you’ll do it..." This is no longer Pandora’s place. As a monster, as a goddess, and as soone tied to destruction and creation, Pandora’s rightful place is far from everything and everyone.
"I know you hide it because you think no one would accept it... but I accept it, you idiot!! You should trust the people who love you more... you cute, stupid ball of sperm!!" I rub her belly, pressing down and feeling all of my essence inside her.
"...I’m going to miss you so much, Pandora... so much, really. But I won’t try to stop you." I plant a kiss on her belly — not a depraved kiss, but a sincere one. From soone who accepts that her beloved is free and must follow the path she believes in.
"Even though I know the chances are minimal... I’ll wait for you to co back forever... my heart will be ready until the day you one day return, even if you only co back to check on things..."
"...I never expected to see you mourning sothing, Grimm..." One of my clones speaks up, and all of us look away.
"Mourning, huh..." Pandora hasn’t died, but knowing she’s going to disappear forever really does feel like losing her. So yeah... I guess throwing myself so deeply into exploring every inch of Pandora is my own form of preemptive grief.
"Pandora... how I wish I could keep you with forever..." I embrace her, wishing this mont would never end, but knowing that’s impossible.
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