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Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null · 02-17-2025, 06:08 PM,

//Warning: Contains fanservice. It's worse than last post. Much worse. Just trust me.

A few more days had passed since the honor guard had taken on their changes. The small human society's budding sciences had shown progress. Humans were very adept at recognizing and repeating patterns. Their art contained themes and variations on the crystal structures they lived in. The one that interested Sh'ozak the most was a spherical variation of the flat tessellation. Instead of the interlacing hexagons, they had divided the hexagons into the constituent lines that made them up, and re-organized the shapes. A series of quadrilaterals, constructed with an acute corner, an obtuse corner, and two right corners. They called them "kites", and every hexagon was constructed of six of them. Then, they defined a new shape, constructed of eight "kites", and using this new shape, they defined the hexagonal tile that they lived in, instead of an infinite symmetric tessellation of hexagons, as an infinite asymmetric tessellation of this new shape. Such a thing wasn't directly usable to Sh'ozak, but it was a fruit of the experiment nonetheless. It could be tinkered with.

As she watched the humans, she felt a presence approach behind her. Since her silencing, Claire's mind had become incredibly loud. She hadn't breached the energy requirements required to communicate clearly with other humans telepathically, but she was incredibly easy to sense for Sh'ozak. With now as a great example, she came with a question in mind, but instead gave a fine example of acausal will, becoming distracted with the random desire for physical gratification. Claire hugged her, bringing her chest to rest on top of Sh'ozak's head. Once she had come to recognize the severe height difference between the two, this position had become a standard form of greeting between the two. Sh'ozak responded in the manner that was also standard now, coiling thin tendrils beneath Claire's garments and across her skin, seeking out warm spots to absorb energy from. Claire was a very warm woman. Her metabolism put out a lot of heat very quickly, and her above-average subcutaneous fat insulated that heat. Other processes contributed to that heat in varying amounts, but overall Claire was a very good thermal battery, and also happened to be soft to the touch. A reasonable meal with a good texture, delivered on an acceptable platter.

With their admittedly strange greeting ritual out of the way, Sh'ozak denied Claire's wish to simply stay like this. "What is it you have come to ask?" Claire pouted in response to the rejection of her attempt to loiter, but expressed her question mentally nonetheless. She was hearing noise that wasn't there. She was concerned something was wrong with her ears. Who else to ask for help with such a thing other than the highest power present?

Her logic was acceptable, so Sh'ozak stepped out from under her chest, and quickly turned to face her. Using the tendrils already spread across Claire's body, Sh'ozak buckled her knees rapidly, causing her to collapse, kneeling. Sh'ozak wasn't giving Claire any time to react, which, in turn, didn't give her time to prepare and reign in her reactions as Sh'ozak dove several needle-thin tendrils from her fingertips into Claire's ears. Her reaction was instant and intense, and, like before, Sh'ozak used the tendrils Claire was already wrapped in to hold her in place amidst her shaking and spasming. Claire's senses were quickly overloaded as Sh'ozak cut no corners in exploring every part of the deepest reaches of her ears. Eventually, Claire's subconscious simply gave up. Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp as Sh'ozak continued, unfazed. It felt like Sh'ozak was scraping, scratching, and tickling her brain directly.

It only lasted a few minutes, but to Claire it felt like hours. When Sh'ozak had finished her investigation, withdrew her tendrils from Claire's ear, and relaxed the ones holding her still, Claire simply collapsed. The diagnosis was that there was nothing wrong with her ears. Claire had merely reached a state of telepathic proficiency where the absent thoughts that humans are prone to can be detected, but not read outright. The result was garbled, nonsense information, which human minds apparently translated into audio static and noise. However, Claire was currently in no state to receive this information. Instead, Sh'ozak took advantage of the unconscious Claire's spiked heart rate and increased body temperature, disrobing her and pressing her entire body into Claire's, along with as many meters of tendrils as there was surface area to fit. As complete a parasitism as possible within the limitations of the doll body, eating her fill of Claire's body heat while she processed information from Omicron Iota and the Omicron Zeta frontlines. The previous slaughter, the one leading to these human's capture, wasn't as efficient as it could have been. Small mistakes needed to be accounted for. And there was a prisoner who still wasn't broken. An unnaturally strong will, which Sh'ozak was unsure how to address.

Roughly three hours passed until Claire woke up. After a brief casing of her situation and a significant effort to memorize the soft, silky sensation of her goddesses' skin pressed against hers, she made the tactical decision to pretend to still be asleep. "No, get up. I have something I need to take care of, and I think you'll be able to help." Claire experienced both extreme joy and profound sadness. Leaving this incredible situation was terrible, but being needed by someone who needs nothing must have been some kind of divine blessing. Sh'ozak unwrapped her and levitated herself using the tendrils, allowing Claire to get up and dress herself in her silk sheet again. Claire wondered what she could possibly be needed for, so Sh'ozak explained. "There remains a single prisoner from your group. He has resisted giving in to my will this entire time, despite repeating the same process for the third time now. Also, it so happens that he has mentioned your name multiple times. I simply did not recognize it, as he is speaking about a you that was, not the you that currently is."

Claire only had passing curiosity about someone from outside the society of the temple. If they were outside, they hardly could have been worth her attention. Nonetheless, a request from Sh'ozak was absolute. She wondered if there was anything she needed to know about this. "Nothing else. Act however you wish. I simply desire your presence." The words "I desire your presence" firmly sealed the deal. All other questions left Claire's mind in an instant. All she needed to do was be there. She wished she was there already. "Your enthusiasm is appreciated. The shuttle will arrive momentarily. I will meet you at Altair."

During transport, Claire noticed that the pilot's thoughts, despite his human appearance, were orderly and aligned. The constant whispering and static of the temple was gone. It was nearly silent, aside from the occasional check of her health and wellbeing from the pilot. Upon arriving on Altair, Claire politely and reservedly thanked the pilot in her mind, visibly surprising him with her amateur use of telepathy, before hurrying down the hall. She could almost see Sh'ozak's presence through the walls, though it also seemed to be vaguely everywhere. She also noticed a stark contrast between herself and the other humans here. They all wore military uniforms of some kind, multiple pieces, with buttons, laces, zippers, and snaps, whereas she wore a simple white cloth, wrapped and folded until it was a garment. She could tell, perhaps even hear, that they looked at her as an oddity. An ambitious experiment set loose. However, she felt as if she was purer than they. The complexity and variance in their wardrobe betrayed hidden intents. They were unclean when compared to her. She was sure of it.

Reaching her intended location, she saw a dark hallway leading up to a cell with a light source. The cell was locked with a clear crystal. Sh'ozak stood in the dark nearby, and put a finger up to her lips. She told Claire, in silence, that she had already made a decision regarding him. Claire was simply here to test for a reaction. Claire wondered what decision she had made, so Sh'ozak held up a small crystal, smaller than her finger, explaining that it was a seed. Then, she motioned for Claire to go ahead.

The man was vaguely familiar. She must have known him at some point, but it didn't particularly matter. He was backed up into the far edge of the room, covering his face with his hands. She could hear what he was thinking. He was practically screaming her name, but it wasn't really her name. It was giving her a headache. She finally reached the lit portion of the hall, and the see-through crystal that made the door of the cell slid into the walls. It alerted him to her presence.

". . . Claire? Claire, is that you?" She wasn't exactly sure how to react, being called by her name when it didn't refer to her. Any time to process it was cut short, as the man hurriedly crawled across the floor towards her.

Like an insect.

"Claire! They didn't hurt you, right?" He was getting closer. "What is that thing you're wearing on your face?" He couldn't hear her commands to stay back. His own thoughts were too loud. "Why won't you say somethi-"

The man had touched Claire's foot, and his punishment was instant and exact. The time eating the fruit of the temple, a plant Sh'ozak had modified to serve the purpose of being a perfect nutrition for the humans present, had elevated Claire's body far beyond a normal human. Her muscles barely had limiters, and her strength would have been considered at the apex of humanity if there were any humans present to measure it. She recoiled her leg from his touch, and transferred that motion into a whip-like kick, landing squarely in his face with a sound like gunfire, and launching him to the back of the cell.

His confusion was absolute, and only multiplied the pain from that kick. The answer to many of his questions allowed light to course through her tendrils again, and stepped forward to stand next to the woman who had been his wife. He tried to formulate a question, or an accusation. Something, anything at all, but the words just wouldn't stick together. He just wanted to know what they had done to her.

Sh'ozak, however, was laughing. This result wasn't helpful, but it sure was entertaining. There was some kind of thrill from watching that bond that gave him the strength to resist her break and dissolve. Sh'ozak had no heartbeat, but she was certain that if she did, it would be racing. This man's confusion and pain were an exquisite taste. Animation was coming to Sh'ozak's face and body, as she let the depth of emotion take shape, if only for a moment. Doing so painted a scene fit for the finest among masochists: The thin, petite Sh'ozak, barely covered in a loose wrapping of white silk, laughing at him with a smile coated in the sadism that could only come from someone who knew true suffering, and enjoyed every second of it. He could swear she had little fangs. Beside her, the full-bodied and robust Claire, side-eyeing him with a look of the purest hatred and disgust, her leg still raised, prepared to kick him again if the need arose.

He had wanted to know what she had done to her. It would be rude to not answer, wouldn't it? "Claire, a moment of your time, please." She wasn't asking, though. With a hand on the collar of Claire's robe, and the application of tendrils to her legs, Sh'ozak made her kneel, took off her mask, and kissed her passionately in front of her confused and horrified husband. Not out of any care for Claire, though she was elated. Simply to hurt this man. She had given up on adding him to the temple experiment, to her own great annoyance. In retaliation, she'd ensure his last moments hurt in a special way. She pulled away from Claire, ensuring the tendril she doubled as a tongue stretched out to show exactly how far she had stuffed it down Claire's throat before retracting it from Claire's mouth and back into her own. She stuck her tongue back out and winked at the stunned man in the corner as she released Claire. "Your wife is delicious."

She then spread her tendrils across the hall, cutting off the hallway leading out, and taking up his entire view. Her sadistic grin was on full display as she strutted towards him. She definitely had fangs. "Well, she certainly had fun. Hold still for a moment", she said, popping the incubus seed in her mouth. A few of her tendrils shot out and grabbed the man, pinning him against the wall, and then sliding him down and forcing him to kneel. Sh'ozak stepped up onto his thighs to elevate herself above him, and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up to her. She let her tongue hang out, showing him the incubus seed coiled in her tongue, dripping on his face. The doll body didn't salivate except by command. She was doing it to torment him.

He struggled against his bindings and her grip, but they were like steel. They didn't even shake. She let him struggle for a moment before forcing his mouth open and driving her tongue and the seed down his throat. Leaving the seed behind, she retracted her tongue and closed his mouth before kissing him on the forehead. "Gooood boy~ It'll only hurt for a moment, alright?" Releasing him, Sh'ozak turned to leave. The only member of the crew to resist her had been dealt with. He did, however, think that he saw his chance, and while the two were walking away down the hall, he tried to bolt for the exit. However, he'd only made a few steps when the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life pierced his stomach, and he crashed to the floor.

The last things he ever saw were his wife looking down on him with disgust, and that monster smiling and waving goodbye before blowing him a kiss, having already planned for this. She wanted him to die losing hope.

And she tends to get what she wants.

Behold, Claire, the Muted Visage.

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