no but Barbie seeming one of the only ones to not be interested in any sort of physical romantical intimacy??? Like weird Barbie was interested in Ken, literally said it to Barbie, Ken wanted to kiss Barbie, all Barbies were sexualised under patriarchy. But Barbie! Didn't want! Any! Of! That! What am asexual queen!!!
Twilight ran a hoof along her wife's barrel, listening to the soft cricket-like purring buzz through the chitinous plates of her slumbering body.
Chrysalis stirred, giving her alicorn partner a squeeze.
"Mnnhmm. You do that, fairly often. It's one of the things I love about you." She accented the statement with a sleepy kiss to the tip of Twilight's horn and a flicker of her serpentine tongue. She adjusted herself to better clasp the much smaller mare to her body and gave a small yawn. "And what mystery are you pondering that demands you wake your poor, overworked wife from her well-deserved slumber?"
Twilight only purred in response. The crest of floof across her barrel fluffed up as her eyes took a mischefious glow.
She trailed a hoof delicately along the chitinous plates of Chrysalis' abdomen. "Your anatomy, specifically your reproductive structures."
"You have my attention."
She chuckled, brushing the satin of her wife's camisole aside to massage the bands of her wasp-like abdomen. "Weeeeell' evolutionary science teaches us that even in an enhanced environment of thaumaturgic conductivity such as Equus, the structures of a body exist to serve a purpose beneficial to the survival of the creature or the species as a whole. All organs have a purpose. Hearts pump blood. Brains process and store data. Bones, or in your case, a chitinous exoskeleton provide support and protection to vital regions and so on."
Her hoof trailed along the band of her wife's camishorts, drawing a playfully inquisitive chirp from the changeling queen. "Reproduction is generally a matter of processes best adapted to the climate, necessities of diet and thaumaturgic resonance. Most biological species consist of a standard binary of partners, one providing their essence to merge with the other and form offspring. The structures drastically vary from species to species but most fit into this broadly categorized system."
Twilight paused, tapping her hoof on her wife's flank. "Which brings us to you…"
Chrysalis chuffed through her fangs and smiled broadly.
"Your species is different than any other sentient species we know of. There are no sexes in the same sense as other creatures. There are only you, the queen and the rest, drones, effectively all female clones of you. Your body converts collected emotional energy into biological essence which becomes fertilized eggs. The process is asexual in nature requiring no input from a male…"
Chrysalis purred. "Yes. A clearly superior species."
Twilight smirked as she continued, massaging her wife's rump. "This parthenogenesis explains your prehensile ovipositor and a few of your internal structures, producing and laying the eggs."
Twilight's wingtip glided up the inside of Chrysalis's Thigh, exploring like fingertips. "But everything else around this neighborhood here is a bit of a mystery." She tugged at the satin bow of her camishorts with a raised eyebrow. "You have a butt. Which makes sense from a structural-" her voice lowered, taking a noticeable edge "-and pleasingly aesthetic perspective." Chrysalis wriggled with a sinister chuckle humming through her barrel.
"You possess the standard orifices one would find on a cisgender female pony. With the exception of the armored plating of your lebia majora the structures below the belt they're nearly identical. However, they seem to serve no clear purpose. Between your species' diet and the efficiency of your nutrition processing, your body has no waste to process and remove. Your ovipositor covers all external aspects of egg-laying so the reproductive aspects of your marehood and any internal components are non-existent."
Twilight looked up to meet her wife's heavy-lidded gaze. Chrysalis' snake-like tongue flickered at her inquisitively. Her slitted eyes betrayed nothing of her thoughts but her smile was born of wicked mischief.
"Which leaves us with the question. Why? You did promise me to never change your form during our times of intimacy, a promise which you have kept. This would indicate that this IS your standard structural configuration. Then again, I could also imagine you assuming these structures full-time prior to our relationship becoming official, perhaps as a preemptive means of making your body more familiar to me…"
Chrysalis leered back to her. Her look could light charcoal.
"What do you think?"
"I think… You like to be mysterious." Her wings' feathery fingertips slowly unlaced the bow of Chrysalis' camisole with a growing smile. "And you would do just about anything to make me happy."
The changeling queen gave a wicked chuckle worthy of a super-villain and draped her hooves over Twilight's withers.
Chena "eo" a cumandare Chene imparare a imparare Chena donare, alabare Chena rejone chi mi leat 'alu ses in sos sentidos meos Mira sa Terra, in custu mamentu Ind onzi sou lamentu Mira s'aera, plena de alenos Sunt onzi tou errore E-i custa abba juchet ebbìa Onzi umbra, onzi colore Ca onzi iberru 'e cada amore Est s'alenu de machine 'alu ses in sos sentidos meos Mira sa Terra, in custu mamentu Ind onzi sou lamentu Mira s'aera, plena de alenos Sunt onzi tou errore Una nuvola at a passare lizera... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Mira sa Terra air'aira In cada istajone B'at una rejone ind onzi risu E una pro cada anneu Una nuvola at a passare lizera... leggera -
Traduzione:
Nuvola leggera. Senza esser "io" a comandare Senza insegnare come imparare Senza regalare, senza lodare Senza ragione che mi prende Sei ancora nei miei sentimenti Guarda la Terra, in questo momento In ogni suo lamento Guarda l'aria, piena di respiri Sono ogni tuo errore E questa pioggia ha anche Ogni ombra, ogni colore Perché ogni inverno di ogni amore È il respiro della follia Sei ancora nei miei sentimenti Guarda la Terra, in questo momento In ogni suo lamento Guarda l'aria, piena di respiri Sono ogni tuo errore Una nuvola passerà leggera... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Guarda la Terra profondamente In ogni stagione C'è un motivo in ogni sorriso Ed uno per ciascun affanno Una nuvola passerà leggera... leggera
Finally, Asamiya Kia's 18th full-colour, 16-page illustration doujinshi, NICE FLIGHT, is available for online purchase. Lebia Maverick from Silent Möbius is the star of this one and she's rocking a flight attendant outfit (because why not).
This book, plus his new ones from Comiket are available to order through Melonbooks. (None of these recent releases seem to have made it to the Lab-Garnier Asmart store, not sure what the go is with that.)
Jimin squirms in the chair he was draped over, limbs tired and aching from all the poses he had to keep still for the past hour. He had decided to stay after hours to keep shooting with his photographer Jungkook–this modeling career wouldn’t go anywhere unless he got the extra hours in.
Jungkook looks up from his camera, half annoyed and half enamored by the beauty of the older model. “You need to relax or else I can’t get these shots. What’s the issue?”
Jimin flops himself on the chair, shirt collar chafing his neck for the fifth time in the past minute. “I’ve been in this position too long, I can’t stop fidgeting.”
The younger sighs, setting down his camera he walks over to where Jimin was sitting on the couch and cups his cheeks, Jimin’s eyes widen in utter surprise.
Without another thought, Jungkook leans down and connects their lips, his warmth and comfort shooting fiery bursts throughout Jimin’s body, leaving him limp in the younger’s arms.
Jungkook pulls away but lingers in Jimin’s space, noses brushing each other. “Are you relaxed now, hyung?”
That shouldn’t have happened–Jungkook /works/ for him.
Jimin’s breath hitches as his eyes flutter open, a longing feeling coursing through him to lean forward and kiss the younger senseless. “Y-yeah.”
“Good.” Jungkook gets up and strides back to his place behind the camera. “Now hit that last pose for me and we can finish up.”
Jimin feels weightless as he leans back into the couch, having a stare down with the camera lens, the soft blush on Jungkook’s cheeks not going unnoticed.
That was their first kiss. But certainly not their last.
Send me a jikook prompt and I’ll write you a 3-10 sentence fic