Afternoon. · 7:16pm Aug 9th, 2022
Flutterwings pushed the door open with her head, closing it behind her shortly after. She shook herself, getting some of the rainwater on the floor.
It had been a long day out. The usual errand-girl stuff, running from place to place like an unpaid intern, which was what she technically was, as she was still a nymph. She didn’t mind it too bad; it was for Donut Joe, after all. Everyone liked Donut Joe.
“Akai! I’m finally back! Where you at?”
Akai didn’t seem to be present at the time - or even if he was, her calls fell on deaf ears. She assessed the current area and ordained that she should probably have a look around. After all, she was only in the front room.
“He’s probably hiding somewhere… hm…” Flutterwings grasped the white box she had brought with her. “Wonder what he’s getting up to this time.”
“I’m gonna skin your mom and wear her hide for Nightmare Night cause’a how ugly she is!”
Flutterwings deadpanned.
Her bedroom.
She galloped over as quickly as possible; who the hell was that guy talking to?
Lo and behold, he was talking to a TV. With a headset on. With a controller set snugly in his claws as he sat on the foot of the bed to glare at the screen. His console was on, too. As always, he was playing one of those online “first person shooters” albeit the obvious skill issue and took to compensating for his lack of skill with a fluency in expletives.
The nymph blinked at the screen—the only source of light in the room—from the doorway, then she strode forward and sat next to the demon.
“Flutterbug!!!” He exclaimed, throwing his controller in the air to replace it with the bug in his eager claws. The nymph’s eyes bulged from the tight grasp, almost as if she were a rubber toy. (In some way, she kind of was.)
Then, there was the sound of heavy gunfire and blood splatter on the television. Akai stopped to glare at the text displayed:
LOSS
“Goddamnit!” Akai bellowed out.
“Ummm…firstly, breathe.” The nymph leered pensively at the creature, before continuing as he obliged, “Secondly…did you not leave this room all day? Heck, what have you been eating while you were in here?”
“Uh — uh — air?”
“No breakfast or lunch or… anything?”
The headstrong demon suddenly became demure, fiddling with his index claws while he looked away. “I-I didn’t wanna eat without ya…”
The nymph looked surprised, a small tint appearing in her cheeks. “Me? Really?”
“Isn’t that kinda rude in Equestrian culture? Eating without someone you care about?”
“I dunno, I mean, eating is a part of properly thriving.”
“Well I mean…I’m used to eating, um…people. Sustenance is a bit of a sensitive thing for me when I’m not being supervised…”
“Oh… I see now.”
“B-But uh, hey, you’re here now! S-So whaddya say? DoorDash? Microwave meal? Salads?”
“Anything to get you into shape,” she said with a small wink, placing down the white box she had been carrying.
“Ooh, is this fa’ me?”
“You betcha.” With a flick of her hoof, Flutterwings swiftly opened the lid. Akai gasped; it was like cracking open a white, cardboard safe.
The nymph pulled out one of the fresh pastries, handing it over.
“OooOoooOOoh, what’s this called?” His eyes glowed with giddy as he examined the confection.
“You ever tried eclairs before? Donut Joe likes to call them ‘Long Johns’.”
“This looks really tasty, but…am I just eating Joe’s euphemism for frosted penis?”
Flutterwings snickered. “You’re actually not too far off.” She grabbed one of the pastries, taking a bite. Akai smirked as he took a bite out of his own. His eyes widened a bit as he tasted the creamy vanilla filling.
“Knew it…hey, it actually tastes pretty good. Scorch and Venom would love em’…have they had em’?”
“Hm… I don’t think they did yet.”
“Something tells me they’d like the filling. The sensation y’get on the first bite—”
“Ewww, don’t ruin em’ for me… you’re not wrong though, the filling really is appetizing. Even if it looks like something else.”
Akai reached over to snag Flutters to his side like a Velcro. “Fair enough.”
She grinned, finishing up her confection.
Once Akai finished his own, he reached for another.
“Not gonna lie, I really needed this. I didn’t honestly think I would work for so long.”
“Why’the you keep workin’ then?” Akai asked, fangs sinking into another pastry.
“I just do what I can to help Donut Joe. And my brother,” she responded simply.
He deadpanned, “Which one?”
“Eheheheh… touché.”
Akai shrugged and took another bite.
“Feeling a bit better? A bit fuller?”
“A lot fuller…” he pursed his lips and closed a fist to beat against his chest until he finally belched the tension out of his system.
Flutterwings chuckled. “Good, good.”
The demon grinned nervously as he scratched at his neck - he wasn’t wearing all that much, save for a pair of shorts he borrowed from Griff’s closet.
“May I ask why you’re still shirtless though?”
“Feels like I’m wearin’ a body. Griff used to feel like a fur coat and a half. Like I’m dressed for Yakyakistan. You really get a feel for body snatching when you start out…doesn’t seem any different from wearing regular clothes. One time I possessed a filly and it felt like wearing a G-String.”
“Huh? Really?” The nymph blinked, experimentally prodding his chest and stomach.
“Yeah, different sizes and species tend to carry a certain format, and — what’re you doing?”
“Looking for a body,” she answered nonchalantly.
“Pfff, what?” Akai gently grabbed her hoof, sporting a skeptical, yet amused expression.
She gave a chuckle.
“That’s a bit odd, Flutts…though I do appreciate the…common ground?”
“If you wanna call it that, no problem.” The nymph curled up on his lap. The taller creature took this as an invitation to begin petting, stroking her mane.
Heh, she’s actually pretty damn adorable.
“D’you know when Griff’s supposed to come home?”
“He gets off a bit later than I do,” Flutterwings explained simply. “He should be home in at least a few minutes.”
“Ah, alright then.”
Aww
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That sounds abnormally wholesome, in some way.
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Haha he called him fat lol—