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Your name is CALLIE LALONDE, and you are laying in bed, DEEP IN THOUGHT. You used to go by the name CALLIOPE, but you don't like that name anymore, because it reminds you of your CHERUB HERITAGE. 6 letters is a much more fitting length for your name, you think. You also took the last name of one of your BELOVED WIVES, a human tradition that you think is quite beautiful.
You look at the ring on your claw, the RING OF LIFE that lets you exist in this world. Why should you be the one who gets to live using it? You're a failed creature, whose existence was predicated on being killed to fulfil your BROTHER'S PREDOMINATION.
Your claws clench up around Jane's hand without you realising it, and she responds by gently running her fingers against your skull and jaw, soothing you and causing you to lighten your hold.
JANE: Callie? Are you alright?
CALLIE: oh no, don't yoU worry aboUt me, dear. i'm jUst thinking.
JANE: Thinking? About what exactly?
CALLIE: aboUt how lUcky i am to have sUch wonderfUl friends and partners sUch as you and roxy! ^u^
JANE: Oh, Callie! We both simply adore you also!
JANE: Goodnight, my love.
Jane plants a kiss on the forehead of your skull and lays back down to sleep, hand still holding your claw. You lay staring at her, and Roxy cuddled up on her other side. They both look so beautiful, you think. You wish you looked like them, with their soft pale and dark flesh, their silky smooth hair, their wonderful round curves and fat. Not like you. Your body is sharp, thin, and bony. You have no hair, just a hard skull. God, you hate being a cherub. You hate looking in the mirror and seeing nothing but your brother. You wish you could be a human or a troll. They are such wonderful and beautiful species, capable of so much love. Cherubs are only good for hate and violence. A pale lime tear silently drips from your eye socket, and you lay there until the night whisks you away to dreams.
The next morning, you awake to see Roxy laying in bed, playing idly on her phone. She senses you stirring, and leans over to plant a kiss on the side of your jaw.
ROXY: hi bby, did u sleep well?
CALLIE: i slept well, i trUst yoU did also?
ROXY: i always do with u two here
ROXY: janeys making us brekkie in bed, so we gotta stay here a bit
ROXY: but theres plenty of fun to have here *wonk*
You move over to cuddle her, feeling your silky prospit-gold pajamas rub against her skin and your bone. Your mouth presses against her lips in a kiss.
CALLIE: oh my, are yoU sUggesting that we partake in an act of carnal pleasUre?
ROXY: u know it
Roxy tenderly holds your hips, as you grab her cheek in your claws. To be held so tenderly, and to hold them back, is a truly beautiful thing. You feel so cherished and secure, like nothing could ruin this moment of pure emotional pleasure. She pulls down her panties, revealing her pussy. God, it's so beautiful. So perfect. You wish you could be like that. You run your claws around the lips, over the clit, and tenderly push them inside. You hear her moan, feel her buck against the pleasure. You lean in for another gentle kiss, and feel the softness of her kisses all across your face and cheeks.
ROXY: god, ur so hot!
CALLIE: i love being close to yoU, to feel yoUr warmth against my body
She hikes up your dress, and pulls down your panties from your pelvis, exposing your crotch. Her hand rides against your snake. Ugh, you hate your snake most of all your disgusting body. The small, tail-like appendage on the front of your pelvis is the vestigial beginnings of a cherubs mating form, a astronomically long serpent whose goal is to reproduce through murder. It is an awfully contradictory and upsetting concept, and it pulls you down from your perfect moment of intimacy, and feeds you straight back into the jaws of self-loathing.
The smile immediately pulls from your face, but you don't say anything, just lay there still. Roxy immediately pulls back though, realising you're uncomfortable.
ROXY: callie? whats wrong? u ok honey?
CALLIE: it's jUst, Ugh, i'm a monster! i hate my body so mUch, it's disgUsting!
ROXY: oh callie, ur beautiful!
ROXY: but i know the feel
ROXY: dysphoria is rough
You pull your panties back up, and sigh.
CALLIE: i'm sorry. i jUst got-
ROXY: callie, u dont have to apologise
ROXY: u didnt do anythin wrong
ROXY: its ok to not be comfy with something in sex
ROXY: thats what consents all about!
ROXY: do try tell me next time tho, kay babe?
CALLIE: i love yoU, roxy. so mUch.
You lean in to hug her, and place a kiss on her forehead. As you do, pale lime tears start to well up in your eye sockets, and start dripping down onto Roxy's bare chest. As Roxy fondly strokes her hand across your skull, Jane walks in carrying a tray stacked with baked goods to eat, and wearing nothing but a frilly blue apron. She notices you crying, and quickly places the tray down to come and comfort you.
JANE: What's the matter, Callie? Are you alright?
You stammer, struggling to find the words to explain, before Roxy gives you a gentle shooshpap and explains for you.
ROXY: she got a lil overwhelmed and dysphoric when we tried to fuck
JANE: Oh, Callie, you poor darling!
JANE: We're always going to be here for you, always.
JANE: I wish we had a way to help you get the body you're more comfortable with though.
CALLIE: it's okay. i've got yoU both here with me, sUpporting me.
CALLIE: yoU both mean so mUch to me, i coUldn't ask for anything more.
Jane cuddles up on the bed with you, holding you all in her arms. The tears flow heavy now, and you begin to sob the kind of sobs that come from being both immensely happy and sad all at once. The hoping and mournful sobs of a girl in deep pain, but knows she doesn't have to get through it alone. Roxy and Jane start to cry too, overwhelmed with the immensity of their love.
ROXY: we love u so much callie, u know that right?
ROXY: we'll always be here to love and cherish you and keep you safe
CALLIE: thank yoU so mUch, i love yoU both more than i coUld possibly express.
CALLIE: now, coUld we perhaps continUe the crying and cUddling over breakfast?
JANE: That sounds great, Callie.
You bring a claw to your eye to brush away a tear, and wipe it down on your dress, as Jane lets go to bring her breakfast tray onto the bed. You grab one of the berry muffins and begin to nibble on it, leaning against Roxy. You turn the TV on and start to watch a cheesy old noir film together, and watch Jane follow along with all the detective's lines, which she of course knows by heart. Once the climax is reached and the hard-boiled sleuth kisses the girl, she dips you down and leans in for the kiss. You smile, almost cracking a blush through your bone, and kiss back deeply. The gentle embrace of Roxy's lips reach your cheek, filling you with even more feelings of love and safety. There was a lot of pain, but today was a day spent with the ones you love, and you think that made it a good one.