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Yuri Worlds [115] Hope Kei attentively and motherly escorted Misaki on her way, and Misaki took every opportunity she could to mine little details from Yuka's life and seed them in her mother's thoughts. Wasn't there someone else they knew who liked that certain space show? How did they become acquainted with Naoko and Kosame? Wasn't it strange that there were a lot of extra toys along with a bed and arranged table space in addition to Haruka's room upstairs? And so forth. She pressed without pushing, and the mom had carefully considered but flimsy responses. Kei was intuitive, and something inside her began to sift through the noise and put little pieces of realization together. Ayame wasn't present at the clinic, but a sign explained that she would be back shortly. They continued to the shrine, where Misaki personally confirmed that it had received the necessary funds not only for a tribute area to Okura Maharu but also to establish a support fund for hybrid human-animal girls.

Yuri Worlds [114] Remember The moments, hours, and days immediately after were the worst. Care cried so hard and unrelentingly that she was soon so literally dehydrated that Silvia and Fiona nearly rushed her to the emergency room. They were able to get enough fluids into her. The only thing that kept her sane at that time was the pleasant delusion that Cerberus couldn't possibly be gone. It happened so quickly. It had happened with surreal efficiency. They quietly went through their evening; they woke up in the morning; they prepared everything; and then she left in an instant. She hadn't even released the widow's anguish trapped inside her. She hadn't really cried. They treated it more like he was getting on a plane and would be coming back in a week. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, the time of her loved one's absence would be hilariously short. In a few days, she'd hop back, happily knocking on the door, telling them that everything was finished; they found what they wanted to

Yuri Worlds [113] Farewell After dropping all her bags off, Yuka and Care flopped down on their massive king bed. The tension in the last couple of days with urgently going every moment to provide lasting, beautiful experiences for her wife had left Care with a dust-kindled cough and a sinus headache that crunchy rotations of her head in slow circles hadn't done much to alleviate. Despite the massively swollen, soft mountain tops when she looked down, the girls hadn't fostered any back pain, electric tension, or divot marks from her bra straps. And the fact that her little sister didn't have any complaints on any of those points either made her wonder if the magic of human energy went towards the megalithic lifting of their weights. Maybe all of that would come for her someday, when she least expected it. Maybe her self, who had and should've occupied this life, prepared her with just the right amount of adjusted support that she had been slipping into without wisdom or expertise.

Yuri Worlds [112] Completion Yuka made sure to take plenty of documentary photographs of the museum for Naoko. With the communication device back in the car, they had to rely on the modest, spare digital camera that Silvia brought along from her collection for their phoneless sakes. Carrie asked around about the exhibits and eventually came across some curators in kimonos. They appeared quite baffled by their own bodies, let alone whatever changes had occurred to their surroundings over the last several days. But they recollected enough about the way things used to be to offer Yuka information regarding the contrast. The best part, however, was that they were able to open up the museum library to showcase a wide variety of historical titles that Yuka desperately wished she could take with her and hungrily absorb. Pictures and light reading would have to suffice. They met up with the others after their excursion at the small, strikingly fancy compact mall on the side of the

Yuri Worlds [111] Reflection After the ceremony, and after they had acquired and safely secured all the legal paperwork, Yumeko, Silvia, and Fiona returned to the beach intending to walk down to the pier at the end of the road. Yumeko's girlfriend finally texted her back about a pick-up after lengthy apologies regarding getting lost in outfit ideas for her at a nearby clothing store. Yuka and Carrie stayed behind at the chapel. The building had a small balcony that overlooked the area at the top of some winding stone stairs. They climbed carefully. A pair of broad-back bamboo lounge chairs greeted them at the summit. The view, with the sun loitering on the water due to the strange angle of the shoreline, calmly reminded Yuka of home. A breeze softly fluttered at their hair, flapping the longest locks over their eyes. They each appeared as though they had something they really wanted to say—the start of something profound. But just the faintest groans emerged. Comments about what

Yuri Worlds [110] Nuptials Oddly, that mention triggered something in Yumeko, and she crossed her arms in careful contemplation. She squeezed every animated muscle connected to memory but couldn't draw even a drop of detail out of her head. Yuka lamented that she couldn't remember more to help the girl out. Naoko surely would've known all the details that eluded them. Since Naoko was still in bed, they threw out the most random names that popped into their heads. Most didn't sound real. But the action of flinging out whatever names and words that popped into their heads brought a genuine smile to Yumeko's face, even though it didn't unearth the memories still stuck in the depths of her brain. They invited her to sit with them on their beach blankets. After some nervous waffling, she accepted. Yumeko fumbled and flailed about her early admission to all the stuff that everyone seemed to keep quiet about before sheepishly admitting that this was just her second day as a woman. She had

Yuri Worlds [109] Beach An old bookstore and a barbecue place rounded out the evening with a jaunt along Main Street. Yuka browsed the menu cautiously, but Fiona and Silvia guided her towards the safest things for her recovering digestion. The local modern art plaza was nothing compared to other options in the area, but Yuka still delighted in the experience, especially with Carrie holding her hand. When they arrived back at the house, they kept going with everything they touched upon earlier, except what colors to paint the figures and art. A Silvia test stream session hinted that her altered role still encapsulated the same broad details of being an entertainer. As tiredness wrapped around them again, Yuka actually fashioned an area in the shower to sit. It was awkward and not as organized as the one back at the Sasaki house, but it worked. In bed, the two of them leaned back with just a sliver of pillow, watching the ceiling as though it were invisible and the twinkling stars

Yuri Worlds [108] Treks Carrie expected Yuka to at least mention all the happenings with the contract and the company. But she pressed her colorful lips closed when anything ventured near the subject. As far as explaining how she was communicating, Yuka focused on the vague mention that they had company technology in their possession. Documents confirming the tuition grants and other promises from the contract hadn't arrived at Naoko's doorstep yet. Yuka tensed with that but did her best not to show irritation. Carrie understood that it had been mere hours since the agreement, but considering how quickly the forces of the company could work, there really was no excuse for them dragging their feet or sending out traditional letters to friends and family. Not that there was anything any of them could realistically do about it aside from screaming into the device and hope someone was watching. Yuka confirmed, mostly by swinging the device's camera around, that the other world the

Yuri Worlds [107] Uncertainty Yuka sort of understood their hesitancy, especially when Carrie offered up the analogy that it was rather like looking Cerberus in the face as a toy after everything that happened. When this started, before they went on their journey, these figurines were just theoretical images, barely people. More like amusing shells for them to inhabit. Considering everything they learned within and around themselves, seeing these little things verged on repulsive. A version of what the company did, gladly, unknowingly indulged. Again, Yuka understood the symbolism, but she also said, "These are the representations of you. No matter how they may have started out, they are as alive as any of us. You lived these lives. You didn't just use a mask for entertainment. You each became Takano Misaki, Takano Chika, and Yamane Namiko. These represent your dreams, your trip, the friends you all made, and the lives you genuinely lived. They may not be your forever names, but

Yuri Worlds [106] Afterwards Yuka wound up sleeping till Fiona and Silvia returned from their excursion. She attempted to wake up, sit up, and offer an explanation all at once. Her eyes lightly fluttered, followed by flailing around the seat, and being smothered by a cough. With Carrie's help, her second effort achieved everything she wanted but much slower. She needed some time in the restroom, and, despite her efforts to deflect blame from breakfast, Fiona just about dropped to her knees in front of the restroom door to apologize for what her cooking did to their guest. Yuka did her best to reassure her that wasn't the cause. She speculated about different microorganisms in the body between different worlds and how there were food travel warnings back in her world about certain countries depending on the local situation. Fiona and Silvia had bought some groceries on the way back in the hopes of making an even better lunch. They had jumped without authorization. The fact that the

Chapter 18 - Beach Episode 2 The first stop was a custom boutique named G. Feisty Blossom. Despite turning over the offer of waiting somewhere else, the girls had me inside before I could come up with a good excuse. It was rather stark white-and-black with little lights shining off the sides of a drop ceiling concealed with black tiles. I got the impression it was meant to be like a runway. Signs marking discounts were scribbled in fancy script with a white marker on black. Words and slogans like "beauty bountiful abundant sassy confident curvy" danced on little signs and LCD screens showed off entire catalogs. While Elizabeth and Siana intercepted a tentative Calliope and urged her to the center aisle, Natalie soon made herself my partner and guided me towards some prospects. She had nice taste. And she pointed out the sort of outfits that would minimize and maximize the kind of features I wanted. Granted, I already had several choices to fulfill this task, but I could still

Chapter 17 - Beach Episode It wasn’t long before Calliope sent some text messages with large photo attachments. I had to wait till I was closer to the city to have enough data for them to download. My eyes widened. In the photos, she was wearing the two-piece swimsuit she'd alluded to before. It had a velvety texture and a sea-blue look. However, it didn’t seem to be the right fit for her. Her breasts bunched up, as though an invisible hand was pushing out more cleavage than she intended. The window, with stringy bands stretching from one side to the other, appeared quite revealing. The top was doing its best, like a set of baseball gloves trying to smother unruly balls. The kind she was wearing wasn’t too different than mine, more like some sort of sports top than a typical bikini. Three photos followed up with her trying to adjust it, unsuccessfully. The bottom looked fine though. I used my finger wiggle to communicate as many of these details in reply. She sent along a string of

Prelude 1 - Names "Are you absolutely sure you understand name registration? Once entered, I can't change it.” - Kearny Lindgren tightened his brow at the question and asked, "What does that mean?” A restless grumble wafted through the air behind him. He shifted his feet and amended, "Never mind! Uh, yes! Of course. Just making sure." Seated before him at a wooden table, which had been half-assembled when he got in line and teetering at the edge of crumpling into pieces every time someone put weight on it, with a lavender quill and unrolled scroll was a dark-haired man with ringed but still vibrant blue eyes. This line before a table was one of several dozen positioned in a horseshoe pattern in this open field in South Pronderosa (known by many names). To the north, looming like a silver stone beacon he could see for miles, was the towering pinnacle of Elshelm Castle. It was easy to get lost in its majestic splendor and Kearny had whiled away the waiting

Green Thumb Thomas settled into bed as his girlfriend, Lily, furiously typed on a paper-thin, silver laptop beside him. "I fixed that weird rumble in the bathroom tap. Loose filter", he announced with a long breath. "Awesome", her answer came without her eyes leaving the screen. Hiking the covers up, Thomas sighed and added, "I cleaned out the fridge. Nothing spoiled now." "Awesome", she answered with the same tone. Dropping his head against the pillow, he told her, "I met with the diplomatic liaison to the Murder Hornets. They agreed to let us live if we give them your Uncle Rufus." "Take the deal. Mom would gladly hand him over herself. That's if they were actually a thing, which they aren't." Sighing, Lily saved and closed her laptop before saying, "Hey." Thomas looked at her and replied with the same, "Hey." Taking a deep breath and gently rubbing Thomas's fuzzy arm, Lily whispered, "I'm sorry things are like this, but I'm grateful you're holding down

Chapter 6 - Hammer You know what you have to do. Get up. Now. Good. Walk. Don't worry about the other voices in your head. My voice is the only one which matters. You are strong with me. You are focused on me. Keep walking along this hallway. You know the way to go. You've walked it many times. Don't linger. Don't doubt. You are confident. Your path is clear. You just need your key card. Retrieve it from your pocket. Insert it like you've done a hundred times. Good. It's not far. Keep going. You see the guard. Smile for him. Tell him you just need to talk. Don't waver. Don't doubt. Stop. Dammit dammit. Grab his hand. ~ You know what you have to do. Attend to the other guard. He's in trouble. Who am I? I am you. You have nothing to worry about. Keep quiet. Help the guard. He's in trouble. Good. Let the headache pass. Listen to my words. Listen to my thoughts. My will is your will. There is nothing to worry about. Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine. Go. Your attention