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Loop and Odile, the one who hates to be observed, and the one who can’t stop herself observing. Logic would dictate a friction between them. Of one who lashes out in fear and anger whenever someone probes them, and one who is driven by endless curiosity. Such notions are natural. It is also natural to dismiss those notions when you see one with their head between the other’s legs. Buried there for purely scientific reasons, of course.
Loop’s star head flared as they moaned the researchers name, her real name, Odile. They were not in the right state of mind to be sticking to the assigned title. Odile, meanwhile, said nothing. On account of her tongue being very busy instructing Loop to remember her name.
Loop’s poor, blurring mind floundered for some semblance of reason in between moans and flashes of light. They had nothing down there, not even the barest hint of genitalia. So what could she possibly be doing to elicit such a powerful response? The answer: everything. Odile was a studious woman, and when faced with something new, she would experiment, and so she did everything. She licked, sucked, nipped, and bit. She ghosted the starry pseudo-flesh with feather-light kisses, and she bore down with as much force as she possibly could. She focused on where the erogenous zones would be on a human, and she tested the waters in other areas. Throughout all of this, she took careful mental notes on every sound and movement Loop made. Every twitch, every convulsion, every shudder and shiver. Each moan, whine, gasp, and keening call for more. And when she had exhausted every avenue, she sat back, catching her breath whilst she evaluated the information.
“S-stars, Resear—” A firm hand with curling fingers pressed into their crotch cut short their words, their head tipping back as they hurried to correct themself amidst their gasps for air. “Odile! Odile! Mercy, mercy please,” they cried, incapable of full thoughts whilst her fingers rubbed and pressed into a particularly sensitive spot.
She acquiesced to their pleading and permitted them a moment to catch their breath. Not that they needed to breathe, a much earlier test had proven that. It was just that when they were in intense situations like this, their mind forgot how their new body functioned and acted on the muscle memory of what they used to be.
“So, how sensitive would you say you are compared to your old body?” Odile asked, scribbling notes into her book with clinical diligence. You’d be forgiven for thinking that she was only interested in little Loop as a test subject, and cared not one ounce for any pleasure in the process. You’d be wrong, though. She was, in fact, enjoying this immensely. She just also enjoyed conducting herself with a certain degree of calm and control. Her enjoyment was clearly evident in her notes, which provided much more detail on how to get the ‘best’ sounds out of Loop, than they did on any of the actual biology of the star person.
“How— how should I know?” Loop struggled out between breaths.
“Hmm. Your body is interesting, lacking many features that a standard creature’s biology would need, but seeming to mimic many features regardless. Given how much you seem to be enjoying this I have to wonder… Can you still orgasm?”
“Again. How should I know?”
“Would you like to find out?”
There was silence, broken only by the slowly steadying breathing of Loop, laid out on the bed with their legs hanging over the edge whilst Odile stood tall and poised above them. Loop swallowed – another meaningless action – and nodded. Odile allowed herself a smile. She felt like she was holding an uncut gem in her hands, studying how best to bring out its beauty.
She started slow, testing other areas for additional sensitivities. Her hands ran up Loops legs, brushing across the glassy (but still somehow soft) not-flesh of their thighs whilst Loop shivered and pressed further into her touch – something she was feeling generous enough to allow. Her fingers skirted around their crotch – she already had data on that area, it could wait – and glided across Loop’s hips and waist instead. Loop gasped and arched their body into the touch, hands leaping to wrap around her wrists in an automatic response. She pried them loose and pinned them at Loop’s sides.
Odile splayed Loop’s hands, tracing circles in their palms and pressing in the area around their small claws before trailing up their arms all the way to their shoulders. She was leaning over them at this point, and the pressure in her grip had increased to support her weight, not that Loop was complaining.
One hand moved to brace against the bed, allowing the other to venture into the light of Loop’s head. It was warm, and not unpleasant, much gentler than its spiked appearance would suggest. There was solid mass in there as well, it was difficult to discern if there were any facial features at the moment so a mental note was made to check later, the focus right now was Loops reaction to the contact. The gentle strokes and scratches were causing Loop to sigh and lean into her, something that brought a fond smile to her face.
“You really are just like a cat,” she said, smirking as she awaited the usual joking indignation that came with being compared to a stray, but for once, none came. In fact, was Loop… purring? They were! And not the pseudo-purr that humans can mimic, but a proper, deep-chested, full-bodied purr that caused their whole body to vibrate softly. This was a new detail that was as fascinating as it was cute, and she was not going to be responsible with this knowledge.
One last test before what was sure to be the main event. Her hand slid down from their face, ignoring the way they tried to chase the contact, and settled loosely around their neck. Loop stilled, and then, slowly leaned into it. Odile gently squeezed, applying pressure to the sides. She knew they had no airflow to restrict, but was still unsure about blood. They bled something when cut, sure, but whether that fluid was needed in circulation was another matter entirely. She held the pressure, steadily increasing it as Loop squirmed beneath her. She saw one of their hands subtly trying to slide between their legs and pinned it there with her knee, prompting a strangled yelp of surprise and pleasure from Loop. She grabbed their other hand at the wrist before they could try anything, and pinned it to the bed above their head, leaning more weight on her knee and producing more moans from Loop. She held this position, silently delighting in the ways they wriggled under her, and the way the sounds they made changed – getting steadily airier and quieter – until Loop tapped out.
“Describe that,” she said, letting off the pressure and unpinning their hand whilst gently massaging the area of the neck she’d just been holding.
“Good,” they panted, like that part wasn’t obvious, “I got a little light headed at the end there, though.” Which was interesting, because it meant there was something in their body that needed to reach their head. She allowed Loop a few moments to compose themself before moving to the final part of their body. They seemed to realise what was coming next and began shuffling about, getting comfortable.
Odile placed one hand gently on Loop’s belly, holding them in place as her other hand hovered over the star in their chest. She lowered just the tip of one finger to the top point – finding it surprisingly cool to the touch, in stark contrast to the way the rest of their body had been heating up, though possessing that same glassy texture – and slid it down the full length to the bottom point. Holding them still was definitely the right call, as they tried to arch their back into the motion, letting out a loud and gasping moan. Their legs lifted and wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer when their other attempts to reduce the gap failed. Odile took sizeable satisfaction in how she was able to take someone who didn’t need to breathe and leave them gasping for air, it was a wholly unique achievement. She was just getting started though.
“Loop, you may keep your legs where they are, but from this point on you are not to move. This will be delicate, and if you skew the process I will stop completely. Do you understand?”
Loop bunched up the bedding beneath them in their hands before nodding, though quickly realised that Odile was waiting for a verbal response on this. “Yes, I understand.”
Odile hummed, satisfied, before leaning back over their chest, fingers skirting around the edge of the star and noting the way Loop shivered. She supposed she would have to permit some involuntary movements – Loop had been making a lot of those, after all. She slowly closed the gap until her hands were on the border of the star, continuing to trace it as Loop whined and tensed, valiantly fighting the urge to move. She rewarded them by moving closer to the centre of the star, which, based on their reaction, was much more sensitive.
She lowered herself to them, placing a chaste kiss to the very centre of the star even as her hands massaged it, drawing a long, needy moan out of her subject. They didn’t move though, so she rewarded them with a deeper kiss, and a long lick up to the top point.
“Ha— ah, Odile, please,” they begged, words coming out strained between ragged panting and flustered moaning. What were they pleading for? Who knows? Certainly not them, they were barely cognisant at this point, just revelling in hither-to undreamt-of bliss. They did use her name though, and that deserved another reward.
The surface of the star had steadily been changing. No longer was it solid and cold like glass, it was warmer, and softer. Still smooth, but almost liquid, like mercury. She applied a little more force and her fingers broke through the surface tension. Loop’s head tipped back as they cried out in pleasure, a mix between something completely unintelligible and her name. Part of the bedding could be heard ripping under their clawing grip, and their legs tightened their hold on Odile, but aside from that, they did not move. Not even the slightest arch of their back, or push of their chest, to further the feeling.
“Good job,” Odile purred, barely more than a whisper. “Even with my fingers in your chest you kept to the order. Marvellous work. I’m proud of you. You should be too, this is impressive.”
Were Loop capable of higher thought right now, they’d say something about how it would have been kinder to root around searching for organs than to say that to them. As it was, they only whimpered and babbled happily at the praise.
Were Odile any less mature than she was, she’d be cooing at how precious they were like this. This gem called Loop. How beautifully they caught the light, how brilliantly they shined as she cut and cleaned. All that was left was to polish them until they sparkled.
She shuffled around, freeing herself somewhat from the grip of Loop’s legs until she could bring her own up to brace a knee against their crotch. Loop moaned and re-tightened their legs once Odile had made herself comfortable. Now appropriately perched, she delved her hands deeper, sinking the full length of her fingers into their star and swirling them around. It was warm, thick, and clung to her skin like it didn’t want her to go. It was also at this point that Loop fully devolved into an incoherent mess, mind melting into the ecstasy. They still clutched the bed with their hands and ensnared Odile with their legs whilst managing keeping themself still, even amidst the torrential bliss they were near drowning in, so something in their mind must still be clinging to the rules.
“Loop?” Odile checked in anyway. A wordless moan was her only reply. “Are you okay there?”
“Y— Yuh-huh,” they slurred, desperate to form whatever words would get her to keep going.
Odile hummed, smiling to herself, content that Loop was still aware enough to get her to stop if needed, and sank one arm deeper, submerging her whole hand with fingers splayed. She curled downwards, reaching for the inner wall of Loops back, but stalled when she hit nothing. Her other hand slid through the star to the edge, fingers curling around to try and tap the underside of their chest but instead continuing past the point they should have made contact.
Loop was bigger on the inside. How fascinating.
She pulled one hand free with a wet smacking sound – with not a single drop of that strange substance becoming displaced from within Loop’s chest, not even sticking to her skin – and rolled up the sleeve of the arm still inside them before bracing with her free hand. Ignoring the small sound of disappointment Loop made at the loss of her hand, she began pushing her arm deeper into them, quickly replacing the sad whining with ever deeper moans. There was no resistance from whatever filled them, and the moans quickly escalated into a fever pitch of wordless screaming and nonsensical begging as she sank past her elbow without slowing down. Loop’s entire body shuddered and convulsed, peaking alongside their volume as pleasure exploded within them like a supernova, flooding through each and every square centimetre of their existence. The light of their head flared brilliantly before relaxing, their moans trailed off, and their legs fell from her waist as they went limp. It was a good thing she’d sound-proofed this room, someone would have interrupted them by now otherwise and there was simply no reasonable way to explain why she was buried almost up to her shoulder in someone’s chest, impossible anatomy or not.
As curious as she still was, it did very much seem like Loop was done now, and it would be both rude and likely very unpleasant to keep testing theories. She slowly pulled her arm out and slid her knee off of them. Loop was barely making any sounds now, just a quiet, low whimpering moan interspersed amongst their breaths. Their were at rest, claws no longer destroying the bedding, and legs hanging unbothered off the edge. Odile couldn’t help but wonder if this was the result of the methods she used, their new body, or if they had always been like this. She doubted asking would get her an answer, but further testing would – something she had a feeling Loop would be amenable to as well.
A sucking pop marked the release of her arm. It was coated in a thin layer of some slightly sticky substance, dissimilar to the now solidifying composition of the star, and not present on her other hand. Something produced during climax then? She licked a finger experimentally and found it to be sweet, too sweet, honestly. She wiped the rest of it off with one of the prepared washcloths – she hadn’t known how messy this would get and had honestly overprepared, but that was better than having nothing on hand. At least she had some spare bedding to replace the sheets that Loop had murdered. Later, though.
Once clean, she repositioned Loop on the bed to try and make them more comfortable, enjoying the way they nuzzled into her touch as she manoeuvred them. After getting them settled, she grabbed her book and sat next to them, keeping watch over them whilst she waited for them return to a state of coherence. As soon as she drew near, they rolled towards her, wrapping their arms around her and pulling their head onto her lap, that purr from earlier making a welcome comeback.
Looking at them now… oh how they sparkled. Their true beauty at last revealed, polished to perfection. She was looking forward to doing this more often. For purely scientific reasons, of course.