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Spuun’s rays flap and flick like a cat’s ears, his attention narrowed down to the task at hand. Large, clawed paws are commanded into gently gliding through fur and hair. His self appointed job at the moment is braiding some King’s hair.
Spuun… Isn’t sure how exactly he got into this situation. And it was wildly outlandish when he was approached by some axe presenting goat-kin demanding he put his skills to work. Spuun thinks that maybe this.. “Ardontis” is wildly overworking himself with whatever it is he is doing..
But at the same time Spuun doesn’t exactly care. This work reminds him of a simpler time when he was held by the constraints of coding and ‘AI laws.’ never able to dream of a better future for himself. When he was the entertainment piece for a bunch of rowdy children.
“What do you want, grub?” Words rumble from Spuun’s lap, and his optics dart upward from his shifting claws. Ardontis lounges gracefully in his lap, resting atop his thighs on his front like its his throne, while Spuun actually sits in the damn thing. Before them both is a worm invested individual. The object lost to him. He never actually had time to learn about things outside of the 'plex, back when his life was wildly different from now.
A rumble vibrates against his legs, and Spuun picks up his braiding again. Careful of the blades on each side of the king’s skull, Spuun weaves the axe’s hair into one giant braid, kept loose for volume. Beads are gently threaded into strands of hair, as well as bits of artisans wire and string to make something truly artistic.
Spuun never could shake that- that urge to create. He was built first for story telling, crafting epic fights and heart breaking deceits. To tell a story as he acted out the parts on a stage. So being creative is in his wires.
“I want to ask for-” The lion-kin looses interest in whatever this worm wants with Ardontis. He weaves in a large, pretty red bead that paired well with his eye color and then ties off the braid with a strand of soft, silky golden ribbon. Giving a gentle ‘tap tap!’ to the other’s shoulder.
However.. Ardontis doesn’t move. The other’s tail flicks, the blade shifting and laying against his knee. The eyes on it stare directly at Spuun, and the spoon can’t help but feel a little nervous. His own tail flicks at the very end.
Instead, Spuun fiddles. First his claws tuck into the seams of his own paws. Itching against the catch between panels. Then his claws find themselves carding through fur. Rusty red-brown strands separate under yellow metal, absently itching against the skin. A warning rumble is all Spuun gets before the King is rushing to his hooves, stomping one of them against the tile. Spuun pointedly does not look when the larger of them rushes down the steps and begins to rip into the other worm, even going as far as to consume the other.
Spuun… Imagines it’s similar to how some animals will eat each other in a show of dominance, or how in some cultures it is believe if you eat a specific body part you’ll gain that strength. It.. Spuun doesn’t put much stock into it, but he can’t help but acknowledge that if it didn’t have some sort of truth, why would someone just eat another? Why would Ardontis eat another worm, if not in an extreme show of dominance or to gain something?
When the noise settles he still doesn’t chance a look. When a soft hum of content-ness drifts to his audials, Spuun still doesn’t look. He doesn’t even look when hooves clack pleasantly against tile as Ardontis climbs the short few stairs to his throne, a throne in which he sits.
He does look, however, when a wet paw grabs his chin, curling along the curve of his head and tilts his face up to the other’s own face. Spuun looks to the King, and he can’t help but stare at the wet surrounding his mouth, dripping from his chin and jaw.
The light looks so pretty when it twinkles in that ichor.
“What’s wrong, anomaly? Does this disturb you?“ Ardontis drawls, his singular eye stares him down. Spuun’s rays flick and flutter, a cue on his racing thoughts.
“Tch. Dash those thoughts from your mind. It was rhetorical. I know it disturbs you.“
Ardontis dips down, leveling with the lion-kin. One of his knee’s drop between Spuun’s own and his core flutters in his chest. He.. Spuun finds him attractive. Criminally so. “Your braid… I’ll have to redo it-”
“Haha! My braid? Oh- Little lion!” Ardontis must find that hilarious because as soon as the words fell from his mouth, he’s laughing. It’s a cruel laugh, and reminds Spuun that he isn’t really even a guest here. He is technically being held against his will.
Technically.
“I’ll just have you do it again. What’s it matter?”
“I worked hard on that..”
Ardontis regards him critically. A small, deceivingly soft smile curves his sinful lips. “Yes.. I suppose you did, hm? I can see my reflection in my throne. You did quite nicely, for an anomaly.”
Spuun hates that the backhanded comment is registered positively, instead of making him irritated.
“I suppose you deserve a reward.”
Ardontis’s thumb wraps around his chin, tilting his head further back. Spuun makes an inquisitive noise, alarmed. The King’s other hand comes up and settles on one of his rays, rubbing the flexible- sensitive ray. Spuun gasps, and his optics squint against the harsh light above them.
And that’s when he strikes. Sinful soft lips brush against his own, slick with gore. Spuun grunts and his optics widen, not at all pleased to be put in this position. He had no clue how this could effect him, had no clue what being kissed with worm guts on his lips would do to him. However.. When Ardontis’s lips mold to his own and loose strands of hair tickle against his cheeks. Higher function leaves his processor.
A harsh pinch to his ray has him gasping, and the King takes that opportunity to push forward. Lips part and fangs pinch, and worst of all a blood covered tongue is quick to push forward and claim dominance, there was no sweeet dance between them. It was a fast and quick suppression. Ardontis’s paws cradle Spuun’s cheeks, thumbs brushing gently under his optics, which flutter closed when the threat of being poked rise in his processor.
It is.. Confusing. The mix of harsh and quick with soft and slow. Spuun chokes when saliva pools and he swallows. Ardontis chooses that point to draw back, gently pinching his cheeks like he’s a cub or something. Teasing.
“There. You certainly are a fun little anomaly, mm..?”
Spuun thinks; this is going to be a long, and arduous imprisonment.