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"Würger's been asking for you."
"I'm aware."
Lammergeier didn't look up from her allocated stack of personnel complaints. She scoffed, crumpling the latest nonsense request and chucking it into the waste paper basket by the protektor controller's desk.
Schwan sighed dramatically as she picked the paper out of the trash and neatly unfolded it, giving it a quick once-over before placing it into a pile labelled "for STAR-3513".
"Look, I have no idea what happened between you two but why don't you just talk with her?"
Lammergeier scowled, fists clenched at her desk. She was trying to be polite; she owed the other storch for covering for her during Würger's...unstable incident some rotations ago, but her penchant for sticking her nose where it didn't belong was still grating.
"With respect, I think I'd rather crawl in a hole and rot...oberfeldwebel."
Hopefully that was courteous enough not to warrant another lesson in etiquette from Schwan's guard dog of a starling. She eyed the labelled tray as if she could beam her frustrations directly into the offending pile, the memory of Wölfin's fists and cracked eye glass rotating in her mind irritatingly like a scratched vinyl disc.
Schwan worried her lip, looking like she wanted to pry just a little more. She lasted all of 10 seconds. New record.
"Look, Gans...I know your personal affairs are none of my business but I do wonder if perhaps it's not as big a deal as you're making it out to be? Just a thought!"
Lammergeier huffed. What did she know? Schwan and Wölfin were big saps around each other, despite their pathetic attempts to hide it. It was downright disgusting.
Her and Würger...they weren't like that. Sure they cuddled on occasion but...their relationship was one of mutual pleasure through violence. There was no room for something soft to bloom through the bloodied cracks they had made.
So then...Great Revolutionary...why did she have to go and say something like that?
She groaned, her head hitting the desk with a thump that Schwan, in all her good graces, pretended not to notice.
It had been a standard interrogation. This time, she had been saddled with Bär, who seemed more interested in her own fingertips than what was going on around her. Whatever. At least she wasn't an active nuisance like Vielfraß.
Lammergeier had honed her cruelty to a fine point these past rotations, and the gestalt had left with barely more than a few loose teeth. She stretched out her lats, feeling her joints click with satisfaction as she eyed the scattered pieces.
It seemed a waste to leave them.
She picked up the two bloodied molars, rotating them with interest. They could use a wash but otherwise they were fully intact.
Bär was staring at her with barely-disguised contempt. She left, shaking her head and muttering something unintelligible as she walked through the door.
Lammergeier didn't care. The opinion of the starling was beneath her.
There was a small sink for washing off any residual mess that resulted from resistant "guests", so she rinsed the teeth alongside her hands, frowning as bits of semi-attached gum tissue stubbornly held tight to their calcified treasures.
Gestalt really were disgusting, but someone would appreciate these.
Hands (and teeth) now clean, she took up the interrogation report and departed to the protektor controller office, a keen energy building in her stride.
She'd only need to drop this off, and then she could go play. There was plenty of brutal desire left in the tanks, roiling like dark clouds before the relieving storm.
She had arranged to meet Würger in their usual haunt, and the morgue doors opened with a rush of fetid air. Before she could walk in however, she found herself suddenly assaulted by a small figure that had latched itself onto her torso, legs wrapping around her waist like metallic pythons.
Würger's lips were warm and fierce against her own as she gripped her close, hands clawing into her back.
Oh she was eager today. Good. She needed it too.
She walked through the doorway with the tangle of eule at her waist and fumbled to lock the door, preoccupied with nipping at an invasive, squirming tongue that sought to pin hers.
With a slick sound, Würger pulled her face away, and the storch tried not to seem too desperate in her eagerness to chase it.
"You kept me waiting..." said the eule, eyes slightly hazy with want.
Lammergeier huffed, squeezing the mortician's rear indulgently as she rocked forward into those inviting, shapely hips.
"I'm...barely 5 minutes late..."
Würger pouted. Lammergeier wanted those sulking lips back where they belonged; in her hot, hungry mouth. She halted, remembering.
"That reminds me...got you a souvenir."
The eule tilted her head curiously as she was encouraged to dismount while the storch searched her side pocket, withdrawing the two molars. Her eyes brightened as she saw the grim delights.
"How well you know me! Let's see..."
She took the offering delicately, as if they might break from her touch, walked over to the dissecting table to examine them under the light. The storch followed behind, noting how good she looked stooped over the table. She could press her whole weight into her perfectly if she pleased...
"Lower right second and third molar...did you knock these out yourself?"
Lammergeier felt like preening, running a hand through her hair as she smirked.
"Yeah. Not supposed to use the pliers unless its a category 3 threat so I just hit him in the jaw a few times. Couple of molars are easy enough to eat without. Means they'll still be able to get enough food to work. Hurts like shit though; I made sure of it."
Würger smiled.
"Ruthless! One day I'll have to open up your skull and see what makes you tick."
"Anger. Spite. Lust."
The mortician turned, that dark sparkle back in her eyes.
"As if they're distinguishable concepts for you!"
The storch simply shrugged.
"You're right and I don't care."
Würger chuckled, hopping up to sit on the edge of the table.
Spreading her legs, she beckoned to her vulturous lover with a graceful digit.
"Come here, big bird. Let me show you some proper thanks."
She didn't need telling twice. She surged forward with a growl into Würger's embrace.
Their teeth clacked together ungracefully in their eagerness, the storch's heavy body pressing fervently into the little owl as if she could crush her with her hips.
With a moan, small fingers grasped at her armour, teasing around the latches.
Needy. It was nothing she hadn't seen before. Still, it always felt odd to remove the thick, white armour that covered her chest.
She wonders how Würger can stand being exposed like this all the time.
Blue pinpricks in the dark roamed over her torso appreciatively. She hunched a little, feeling a little like those molars under examination.
Of course the little eule would notice immediately.
"Oh come on! Scars are sexy! Makes me want to put my mouth all over your chest..."
Noted. She straightened, reigning her self-conciousness in to pull Würger's head close with a fixed smirk.
"Get to it then."
Delighted, the mortician got to work, licking a long stripe across her collarbone before making her way down towards the protrusions of her chest. The storch found herself letting out a small, pleased huff as a wet tip circled around the centre of one of the scarred mounds.
It felt...pretty damn good actually. Not the same as getting your silvers licked but still...
Würger pulled her face back briefly. She had that look on her face again. Like she was putting together a puzzle in her mind.
"You're pretty sensitive here, for a storch."
The creeping doubt was starting to crawl its way back into Lammergeier's skull.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Würger shrugged.
"Could mean nothing. Might have got your wires a bit scrambled when you were 'fixed'. Or it could just be a minor manufacturing error."
Lammergeier wrenched the hand from her chest with a crushing grip, snarling.
"I was made perfect! It's not my fault that stupid star fucked with my internals! You ever got your lines cautirized by cigarettes?"
The mortician's eyes were glazed as she spoke, strangely stilted all of a sudden.
"No one is made perfect. Your brain is a copy of a girl who likely suffered a horrible death. Your servos, in time, will stiffen and rust. Your eyes will fade and your hair will fall out. And then I'll be seeing you one last time...on my table."
A strange wretchedness spread through Lammergeier's body under the eule's cold gaze. Like she was running out of time. Like the scalpel was in her guts, cutting up and up and up her cold, dead chest.
She thought of a body, bleeding out and still by the lockers. Was it Würger's, or Lammergeier's?
A hand at her cheek snapped her out of the spiral. That cold stare was gone, though a slightly sad smile remained.
"You should think less. We all burn in the end; why waste the time pondering it too hard? Besides," she rocked her hips against the storch's thigh, "there's much better things we can be doing with our time."
She felt the insistent press of the scalpel into her hand and seized it like a lifeline, slashing across the eule's chest. It was a light cut but it didn't matter. She could make more; as many as she liked, in fact.
"Mmm!"
Würger winced, biting her lip as she sat back to receive her bloody sacrament. Again and again the blade flashed, until a dozen cuts lay weeping over the eule's chest, oozing red to the steady gasps of breath.
Lammergeier couldn't help herself; she needed to taste. Felt an encouraging hand at the back of her head as she licked up the cuts, the mortician wincing in pain as she pushed her tongue into one of the wounds, groaning at the metallic tang that filled her mouth.
She glanced up from her ministrations to Würger's face, which was set in pained ecstasy, eyes closed and lips flushed with the continued worriment of teeth against it.
"Yess...that's it...hah..."
She was a marvel like this; a bizarre and beautiful creature that let her take and take and yet, like a gluttonous fiend, she only wanted more.
She shoved their bodies together brutally with a snarl, as if with enough force she could meld the soft polymer of their chests into a singular piece of stained art.
Würger gasped as the movements between them became slick and loud with spill, the sting melding with the pleasure of their navel contacts rubbing together through the red.
Lammergeier felt horribly affected. They hadn't done something quite like this before. Usually it would be her, arms deep in Würger's guts or fingers in her legs or teeth in her arms and neck. Usually, she'd have the spare few inches of white armour between them, separating herself from the warm, welcoming mess of eule gore.
This time, they were moving together, chest to chest, and she was feeling every wet motion as if it were one warm giant tongue against her torso. With a shuddering groan, she thought she might have felt the beating of a heart against her own, connected by the red threads between them.
It felt intimate in a way she had never experienced. She felt like she was burning alive with forbidden words.
"Shit...Würger...Würger! I...I love you!"
Her vision went grainy as she seized up, clenching Würger tightly to herself and feeling the release of static jump across their contact points.
Panting, slumped face-first against the eule's shoulder, she eased herself back, the giddy sensation draining away suddenly as the horrible, dawning realisation crept into the back of her brain.
She risked a glance at Würger, who was staring back, wide-eyed and mouth open.
Shit.
Lammergeier scrambled to her feet, causing the eule to slip to the floor with a soft "oof". Shaking fingers reached for her armour, clipping it into place over her stained torso, trying to ignore the grimy way it felt.
She had to get out of here.
Würger's voice seemed far away, as if underwater.
"Wait! Hold on a second! Ack..shit!"
The mortician cursed as she was hindered by her wounds, scrabbling to try and reach the Koagulant, but Lammergeier was already slamming the access panel to open the door.
Several EULRs in the corridor startled backwards as a dazed-looking, oxidant-covered storch stumbled out of the morgue.
She needed a shower. Now.
She had spent the rest of the afternoon in the protektor bathrooms, alternating the water between freezing and scalding as if to shake herself from the waking nightmare of her own creation, wondering if her eyes looked a little dimmer in the reflection that stared coldly back.
There was a knock at the door to the protektor controller, causing Lammergeier to start from her slumped, prone position.
"Enter," said Schwan, with a suspicious look on her face.
The doors opened and, there in the doorway, was the diminutive figure of Würger.
Lammergeier blanched as her stomach dropped, turning to her supervisor angrily.
"You set me up!"
Schwan rolled her eyes, clearly done with her stubbornness.
"Perks of being protektor controller. I've been willing to accommodate your need for space by moving your shifts for the last rotation but enough is enough. You'll talk it out here, or not at all."
She took the stack of creased sheets from the tray on her desk.
"I'll be taking these to discuss with STAR-3513. You have one hour before I return. Good luck."
With that, she left.
The remaining storch kept her gaze resolutely down, though she could hardly pretend to be reading her stack. The words were blurring in her rising panic.
She couldn't be here. She couldn't confront this.
She heard a sigh, followed by footsteps as Würger made her way round the desk. Suddenly, her chair was rotated, giving her no choice but to look at the eule.
"So," she said, oddly calm, "let's talk."
Lammergeier stubbornly avoided her eyes.
"What do you want?"
Würger crossed her arms, scoffing.
"Oh for- I'm not mad at you, Lamm! Well I am mad...but not for what you said! I'm pissed off that you left me there bleeding! That you've been avoiding me! That you can trust me to be under your blade but won't even talk to me when something's wrong!"
The storch remained silent, as if she could become invisible if she simply remained still and quiet as a rock, but her face was taken in two soft hands and now she was forced to look into the eule's baby blue eyes as she spoke into her soul.
"Come on...please...speak to me. Didn't you say you'd never leave me empty?"
Lammergeier's eyes widened. This shrewd little owl always had a way of prying the stuffed-down ruins of her emotions and exposing them to the light.
She reached for her, pulling, needing to feel the grounding touch of polyethylene skin under her fingers, the small press of a back into her chest.
She still hid her face in that small shoulder as she spoke.
"When I said...I didn't mean it. I...I didn't..."
Würger's voice was gentle but probing.
"Are you sure?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to avoid the truth that had eeked its way out.
"No."
An arm came around to encircle hers, the hand rubbing up and down her bicep.
"It's okay, you know. It's okay to feel it, or not feel it, or not even know what it is you're feeling at all. Brains are confusing. I would know; I've seen a few!"
Lammergeier snorted into her neck, breathing in the smell of her. She had showered but there was still the lingering smell of formaldehyde, which had long since pupated from disgusting larval annoyance to a comforting imago.
Würger leaned into the touch, the back of her head leaning on the storch's shoulder.
"Look...I'm not going to pretend I am where you are. It wouldn't be fair to you."
Lammergeier closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable crushing of her soul at the mortician's hands.
"But I do like you. A lot. More than anyone else I've ever known."
Her chin tilted until those clever, soft lips were whispering right into her ear.
"Besides, who else could give me what I need?"
The storch blinked, stunned.
"You don't think it's pathetic?"
Würger's eyes were dark and dangerous as she looked over her shoulder.
"Oh I've always thought you were pathetic. Just not for that. It's cute, honestly."
Lammergeier's eyes went wide with shock. Then the familiar, boiling hot rage was pumping through her lines like so much bile.
"You...you! I'll show you pathetic, worm!"
She launched off the chair, pinning the eule's chest to the desk as she growled, who shrieked with delight.
"That's it! There's my big strong bird, huh? What are you gonna do? Gonna gut me? Gonna tear out my throat?"
So many good ideas! She'd have to try them later. Right now she needed to put this eule in her place.
She pinned her arms above her head with one hand, shoving a knee roughly between her legs.
Her free hand travelled torturously slow down Würger's torso until it came to a stop at her abdomen. The index finger drew small circles against the synthetic skin there, before settling on a single point. With slow, increasing pressure, she pushed, licking her lips at the deepening depression.
She didn't need a fucking scalpel. She'd tear her open right here.
The mortician's eyes widened as she realised what was happening, squirming deliciously as desire fought against her instincts to move away from the pain.
The finger breached the cavity with a slick pop and a gush of mucousal lubricant, drawing a long, sobbing moan from the little bird.
She curled her finger against the inside of the abdominal wall, groaning as she saw it bulge with her rough ministrations, before withdrawing it again, pushing it into Würger's mouth to press against her tongue. The eule sucked her finger obediently, her hand that had been coming up to play with herself grabbed viciously away by the storch, who leaned in to murmur.
"Schwan will never let me hear the end of it if I get your fluids all over the office. Clean it up."
She withdrew her finger and pushed Würger's face into the stained desk, making her lick up her own spill. A delightful shiver ran up her spine as she saw that small, pink eule tongue dart out to lick at the messy metal.
Eyeing the mortician's oozing abdomen, she took a pristine black, AEON-branded pen and pushed it slowly into the hole she had made, looking her in the eye for every dragging second of it. Würger whimpered and squirmed, the hand on her neck keeping her pinned to the table, still struggling to lick the spot clean.
Lammergeier spoke with a measured tone, trying not to betray the eager fire burning within. She wanted to make a mess of this eule. Pry her open and eat her out. Close her up so she could do it all over again.
"You're going to hold onto this for me while we walk to the morgue. If you let it slip out, I will be very disappointed."
Würger's eyes were glassy, a dopey smile spread across her face as she was helped to stand with her new passenger.
"Yes...yes ma'am..."
With that, they walked out of the protektor controller office together, Würger's hand grasped to her side to try and prevent the pen from sliding back out.
Lammergeier could practically feel the heat coming off her in spades as she tried not to whimper, walking with a slight hitch to her step. She didn't grace her with a gaze, keeping her eyes forward. The eule hadn't earned it yet.
They got some odd looks in the hallway. Some knowing looks. Some downright disgusted looks. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was their solemn pilgrimage to the debauched temple they had made for themselves.
The morgue stank of cleaning products. The lockers, the dissecting table...even parts of the walls looked like they had been excessively scrubbed.
On the table was the tape player she had been gifted by Schwan all those cycles ago. Lammergeier raised an eyebrow, putting the pieces together.
Had Würger been stabilising?
Had she missed her?
Maybe she had been a fool to avoid her...maybe she could admit it. Just this once.
The eule seemed unaware of her internal revelation, stumbling over to the lockers to have something to lean on, hand still grasping around her wound.
"shit it hurts so...ahn!...Can I leave it in a bit longer?"
Cheeky wretch. She didn't get to decide. Not now.
Lammergeir reached into her and pulled in one swift motion, as if plucking a fruit. The pen emerged with a spurt of liquid and a sobbing gasp as Würger fell to her knees, relief and despair in equal measure.
She pulled her body up roughly onto the altar that reeked of so much disinfectant. As the mortician lay splayed out on her own dissecting table, she retrieved a familiar bag from her locker, rummaging through and retrieving Koagulant K, repair gel, staple gun and, with trembling fingers, an autoinjector, each laid out in a line by the eule's body. She eyed them up with anticipation.
"Oh, you're planning on going hard today, huh...Good. How long has it been...6 cycles? And I didn't even get to cum last time..."
Lammergeier clamped a hand round her throat to silence her prattle, enjoying the cut off whimper that came out.
She reached into a leg joint, feeling around for a specific, flexible length of tubing, eyes locking with Würger's as she found it. The eule's eyes were burning with excited recognition.
Her little lamb had shown her all the best ways to hurt her.
She tore the tubing out, silvery lubricant spraying over her front as the eule let out a gurgled cry. She made sure to drip a generous amount on Würger's face as she reached upwards to tie her hands together with the severed line.
Her heart clenched pleasantly as she saw the pink tip of a tongue poke out to catch the drops. She allowed herself to kiss those messy lips, revelling in the taste of Würger's fluids from her own mouth, and a strained voice followed her as she pulled away.
"That's it...Show me how you love, Lammergeier..."
Her chest throbbed.
She took up the instrument of her passion, starting the familiar incision at the top of the eule's chest and travelling downwards, into and past the abdomen, until there was nowhere else for the blade to go.
Würger sobbed, twitching in her grasp as her fingers peeled back the polymer to reveal her wondrous insides.
Lammergeier kissed the trail of her tears while her other hand played with the contact on the eule's thigh, which twitched urgently with every stroke. She was close already.
"You didn't even touch yourself?" She asked, feeling a little smug.
"It...Ah! Wouldn't be...the same..." said the eule, squirming to try and chase the touch to her thighs.
Lammergeier cursed under her breath. Revolutionary, she needed to feel those legs around her face. She pressed them together so she could lick both contacts at once, nosing into the crevice between the thighs so she could smell the way her wires were heating up.
It didn't take much to push Würger over the edge, her exposed lungs pulsing with exerted gasps as she spasmed.
Lammergeier licked her lips at the sight, looking into the dazed face.
"Again."
"Huh?"
"You're going to give me another."
"Oh fuck yes...might need a moment though..."
The storch leaned in close.
"No.You wanted this. Now take it."
With that, she shoved her entire fist into the cavity, pushing up and under the ribs and feeling the various fleshy organs part way for her.
Würger wailed, tears starting to stream as her sobs were punctuated with gasps of pleasure.
"Ghk! Ah! Oh...f-fuck, Lammergeier!"
She looked delectable when she cried, trussed up like meat ready for her to devour. She licked over the exposed ribcage, purring darkly.
"That's it Würger...you feel me inside?"
The eule nodded, shuddering as Lammergeier started to open her fist, spreading out her fingers. She could feel the lungs expanding and contracting rapidly over the back of her hand.
"Ugh...it hurts...hurt me more!"
The storch obliged, withdrawing her spread hand before thrusting the arm back in with a lewd squelch. She bit at Würger's neck contacts hard enough to cause her teeth to imprint on the silvery metal, wondering if she could chew them off entirely as she roughly thrust into her cavity.
This time, Würger clenched silently through gritted teeth as she came, her internals pulsing around the storch's arm. It felt so perversely good that Lammergeier wondered if she might tip over too.
It still wasn't enough though. She was still hungry.
"One more."
Even with dazed, blown-out optics, Würger looked incredulous.
"...you...you can't be...serious?"
"Extremely. Weren't you complaining how you didn't get to cum last time? I'm being gracious and making up for it."
The mortician looked a mixture of nervousness and excitement as the storch's sticky fingers peeled open her abdomen so that she was entirely open from collar to tail.
Standing tall, Lammergeier removed her armour, making a show of dragging it over her head before tossing it to the side. She felt those hungry eyes on her again and smirked, flaunting it.
"I promise you, eule, by the time I'm done, I'll fill you up so good you'll feel the remnants of me next cycle."
"Oh shit."
Descending into Würger's open body with her naked skin felt like returning home.
She thrust her body against the splaying guts in a sadistic simulacrum of sex, moaning low in her throat as she felt every rib, every rubbery membrane against her sensitive chest.
Würger's tears were like mana on her lips as she kissed over her wet cheeks.
"Ow...hhhu...ah! Oww...I...I can't...I can't..."
"You can. You will."
She shoved two fingers into her mouth, feeling the mortician gag around them with satisfaction.
"You're mine. No one can give you what I can."
She pulled Würger's hips into each push of her own, feeling her navel contacts connect and slide over the throbbing innards.
"No one can hurt you like I can."
She bit into the eule's throat, pulling away with a gasping, drenched mouth.
"No one can love you like I can!"
She kissed her, spreading the red over both their lips as Würger started to shake, drooling.
"Oooohhh fuuuck, Lamm...huhh..."
Lammergeier pushed deep, like she could bury her entire torso deep within the other unit, feeling something crack as she gave one last brutal thrust.
Würger's stuttered scream was laced with static noise as she thrashed against her bonds uncontrollably.
She felt it too, the tense energy thrumming through her body until she too was shuddering and groaning.
She came to before Würger, who's eyes were dark with unconsciousness. She eased herself off with a sticky sound, checking for damage. One of the lower ribs was cracked, and there was a lot of bruising. Most importantly, though, the lungs were unpunctured and that enchanting heart was still beating in its cage.
She applied a good amount of Koagulant K, mixed with repair gel, to the rib. It would take some cycles but it would heal without issue. She then brought the skin together and stapled the seam in place, distributing the gel evenly along the seam and wiping off the excess with her fingers. Then the outside of the wound was treated with disinfectant.
Würger would have to repair her own leg, Lammergeier wasn't skilled enough for such a procedure. Instead, she gathered some gauze from the bag and packed the torn line to prevent the lubricant pooling in the joint. She gently untied the tube she had used to tie her arms together and sprayed it with a liberal amount of disinfectant before wrapping it in PVC wrap before placing it gently by the slumped eule. It would have to do until she came to.
She spied a dark shape on the floor. Picking up the still-sticky pen, she rotated it with renewed interest.
To complete the ritual, she cleaned off the tool, then pushed it gently into the eule's cavity before sealing it closed with a toothy kiss.
She'd remove it next cycle. In the meantime, she'd keep her promise.