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leetoltreatexTitle: The Price of Failure
Universe: Kamen Rider Gotchard
Treat(s): acquire uninterrupted alone time with object of their obsession, see s/o corrupted by an evil force and find them even hotter now, survive their canon death (unfortunately)
Character(s): Harima Shiori/Lachesis/Rinne
Rating: 18
Warnings: N/A
Summary: The sound of heavy breathing, panting, moaning, the girl’s head turned to one side, her lips damp with drool and protests that she did not mean. Perhaps this was punishment, Harima Shiori thought; perhaps dying had not been enough to make her aware of how surplus to requirements she was, perhaps she needed to watch this performance.
Length: 1029 words
Author's Notes: Written forluckyzukky. Sorry that I keep writing this depraved stuff!
The Price of Failure
“And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.”
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
The sound of heavy breathing, panting, moaning, the girl’s head turned to one side, her lips damp with drool and protests that she did not mean. Perhaps this was punishment, Harima Shiori thought; perhaps dying had not been enough to make her aware of how surplus to requirements she was, perhaps she needed to watch this performance, Kudo Rinne writhing in the unmade sheets of her bed, the goddess on hands and knees above her, still dressed in stockings and suspenders, two fingers working the younger girl’s pussy, black nail polish eroded slowly by her excitement.
She remained in her chair at the far end of the room, trying to concentrate instead on the sound of the rain as it hit the window. Was this the first time she had died and come back? The second time? The third? She had lost count now, had stopped thinking it mattered. It hurt to be reduced to ash, to be burnt out of the world, but it hurt even more to be brought back, to be made a fool of—to be shown how little she mattered.
She crossed her legs, one folded over the other, enjoying the rub of fabric and trying to pretend that she did not.
Perhaps when she died again, she would forget this. A bad dream, she told herself, her senses dulled already so by humiliation.
She turned away slightly to look at the window, the rain falling against the glass, the dark of the blasted heath beyond. This house was not unlike the one in which she had grown up, she thought, and this bed on which Kudo Rinne was being fucked was not so different from the one she had slept in each night as a child.
All of these houses were the same, she supposed, the mansions of the old families who had founded the Alchemys Union now abandoned in the wake of the horror enacted upon the world. It had been easy then to justify ostentation, to trade alchemical gold still warm from its transmutation for the services of craftsmen and architects. Those first families that initially signed the Union into being, and those, like Kudo’s, who had prospered under their reign had never known the meaning of disadvantage.
Where had all that gold got them though? A world in which the door to darkness had been thrown open, the obscene shape of a tetragon glistening from the other side, pushing slowly through from one universe to another, wine coloured and reflective, enough to drive the weak-minded mad with fear.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, responding to the moans of the girl on the bed as she was ruthlessly fingered.
They had been at this for hours, days, the Three Sisters each working the girl into final submission, a last lesson in obedience. Sometimes they had taken on different guises, Atropos appearing as her father, holding her down by the throat; Clotho appearing as a classmate, a friend, the boy who had believed he could befriend Chemys, pulling back an arm, punching her so hard that her nose had been broken, forever disfigured.
She let out a soft, derisive laugh as she remained the scenes she had been forced to watch. When the Sisters had come to her, she had not needed such persuading. Something stirred in her then, the idea that maybe she had been too eager, too willing. Perhaps she should have protested more, perhaps then she would have been the one on the bed and not the one sitting in the chair obliged to witness the breaking down of a teenage girl’s psyche.
Harima Shiori did not think the words, yet still they were there in her thoughts:
Perhaps her family would still have been alive.
The breathless sighs of the girl’s laboured breathing distracted her, the sound of the smack of Lachesis’s palm against her wet cunt. She welcomed it, for once, turning back to watch the unfolding scene, forcing herself to commit to memory the little details, the ball gown Lachesis had taken to wearing crumpled on the floor, the black uniform Kudo now wore discarded.
One hand took Kudo’s face firmly, Lachesis lowering her lips, kissing her hard and cruelly, biting at her, pushing her tongue into her mouth, driving her fingers harder and harder inside her.
She supposed this was something of an orientation exercise. They had been taking the girl to the homes of each of the prominent families of the Alchemys Union and fucking her in the ruin they had enacted as a means of teaching her the meaning of obedience, she guessed, although she could not be entirely sure that the lesson was not meant for her instead.
On the bed, Kudo turned her head, looking directly at her, staring hard, smiling gleefully as Lachesis continued to finger her, as the goddess bowed her head and bit gently at her tits.
“Join us.”
She mouthed the words softly, silently, spit on her lips, a hand moving in the sheets, beckoning her over.
“Join us,” she said again.
Shiori remained where she sat, trembling with frustration, with exasperation.
She watched as Kudo panted, watched as she pushed her hips up towards the fingers sliding in and out of her, watched as her head turned, as she stopped paying attention to the girl in the chair, and she came hard and fierce, all the enthusiasm of an adolescent who had just learnt how good others could make her feel.
This also she wanted to commit to memory, the shape of Kudo’s arched back, the sweat that pushed her dark hair to her forehead, the agony of pleasure on her face as Lachesis forced her to come over and over again.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, aching for attention, aching for release, ordered to wait her turn, until, at the very last, Lachesis lifted her head, blood on her face from where she had bit the girl’s lip.
“Hound,” she announced, her expression twisting with cruel delight, “come and attend to this disobedient girl.”
From her chair, she rose obediently, and although she tried, she failed to keep the excitement from her face.
Universe: Kamen Rider Gotchard
Treat(s): acquire uninterrupted alone time with object of their obsession, see s/o corrupted by an evil force and find them even hotter now, survive their canon death (unfortunately)
Character(s): Harima Shiori/Lachesis/Rinne
Rating: 18
Warnings: N/A
Summary: The sound of heavy breathing, panting, moaning, the girl’s head turned to one side, her lips damp with drool and protests that she did not mean. Perhaps this was punishment, Harima Shiori thought; perhaps dying had not been enough to make her aware of how surplus to requirements she was, perhaps she needed to watch this performance.
Length: 1029 words
Author's Notes: Written for
luckyzukky. Sorry that I keep writing this depraved stuff!The Price of Failure
“And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.”
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
The sound of heavy breathing, panting, moaning, the girl’s head turned to one side, her lips damp with drool and protests that she did not mean. Perhaps this was punishment, Harima Shiori thought; perhaps dying had not been enough to make her aware of how surplus to requirements she was, perhaps she needed to watch this performance, Kudo Rinne writhing in the unmade sheets of her bed, the goddess on hands and knees above her, still dressed in stockings and suspenders, two fingers working the younger girl’s pussy, black nail polish eroded slowly by her excitement.
She remained in her chair at the far end of the room, trying to concentrate instead on the sound of the rain as it hit the window. Was this the first time she had died and come back? The second time? The third? She had lost count now, had stopped thinking it mattered. It hurt to be reduced to ash, to be burnt out of the world, but it hurt even more to be brought back, to be made a fool of—to be shown how little she mattered.
She crossed her legs, one folded over the other, enjoying the rub of fabric and trying to pretend that she did not.
Perhaps when she died again, she would forget this. A bad dream, she told herself, her senses dulled already so by humiliation.
She turned away slightly to look at the window, the rain falling against the glass, the dark of the blasted heath beyond. This house was not unlike the one in which she had grown up, she thought, and this bed on which Kudo Rinne was being fucked was not so different from the one she had slept in each night as a child.
All of these houses were the same, she supposed, the mansions of the old families who had founded the Alchemys Union now abandoned in the wake of the horror enacted upon the world. It had been easy then to justify ostentation, to trade alchemical gold still warm from its transmutation for the services of craftsmen and architects. Those first families that initially signed the Union into being, and those, like Kudo’s, who had prospered under their reign had never known the meaning of disadvantage.
Where had all that gold got them though? A world in which the door to darkness had been thrown open, the obscene shape of a tetragon glistening from the other side, pushing slowly through from one universe to another, wine coloured and reflective, enough to drive the weak-minded mad with fear.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, responding to the moans of the girl on the bed as she was ruthlessly fingered.
They had been at this for hours, days, the Three Sisters each working the girl into final submission, a last lesson in obedience. Sometimes they had taken on different guises, Atropos appearing as her father, holding her down by the throat; Clotho appearing as a classmate, a friend, the boy who had believed he could befriend Chemys, pulling back an arm, punching her so hard that her nose had been broken, forever disfigured.
She let out a soft, derisive laugh as she remained the scenes she had been forced to watch. When the Sisters had come to her, she had not needed such persuading. Something stirred in her then, the idea that maybe she had been too eager, too willing. Perhaps she should have protested more, perhaps then she would have been the one on the bed and not the one sitting in the chair obliged to witness the breaking down of a teenage girl’s psyche.
Harima Shiori did not think the words, yet still they were there in her thoughts:
Perhaps her family would still have been alive.
The breathless sighs of the girl’s laboured breathing distracted her, the sound of the smack of Lachesis’s palm against her wet cunt. She welcomed it, for once, turning back to watch the unfolding scene, forcing herself to commit to memory the little details, the ball gown Lachesis had taken to wearing crumpled on the floor, the black uniform Kudo now wore discarded.
One hand took Kudo’s face firmly, Lachesis lowering her lips, kissing her hard and cruelly, biting at her, pushing her tongue into her mouth, driving her fingers harder and harder inside her.
She supposed this was something of an orientation exercise. They had been taking the girl to the homes of each of the prominent families of the Alchemys Union and fucking her in the ruin they had enacted as a means of teaching her the meaning of obedience, she guessed, although she could not be entirely sure that the lesson was not meant for her instead.
On the bed, Kudo turned her head, looking directly at her, staring hard, smiling gleefully as Lachesis continued to finger her, as the goddess bowed her head and bit gently at her tits.
“Join us.”
She mouthed the words softly, silently, spit on her lips, a hand moving in the sheets, beckoning her over.
“Join us,” she said again.
Shiori remained where she sat, trembling with frustration, with exasperation.
She watched as Kudo panted, watched as she pushed her hips up towards the fingers sliding in and out of her, watched as her head turned, as she stopped paying attention to the girl in the chair, and she came hard and fierce, all the enthusiasm of an adolescent who had just learnt how good others could make her feel.
This also she wanted to commit to memory, the shape of Kudo’s arched back, the sweat that pushed her dark hair to her forehead, the agony of pleasure on her face as Lachesis forced her to come over and over again.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, aching for attention, aching for release, ordered to wait her turn, until, at the very last, Lachesis lifted her head, blood on her face from where she had bit the girl’s lip.
“Hound,” she announced, her expression twisting with cruel delight, “come and attend to this disobedient girl.”
From her chair, she rose obediently, and although she tried, she failed to keep the excitement from her face.
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Date: 2024-12-14 08:52 pm (UTC)midsummer night's dream quote AHHHHHHHHHHHH
shiori in the cuck chair watching a girl get fingered and contemplating death more than getting off is so god damn funny
"This house was not unlike the one in which she had grown up, she thought, and this bed on which Kudo Rinne was being fucked was not so different from the one she had slept in each night as a child." MY GODDDDD
the house descriptions are giving gothic horror sooo much i love this
"Atropos appearing as her father, holding her down by the throat; Clotho appearing as a classmate, a friend, the boy who had believed he could befriend Chemys, pulling back an arm, punching her so hard that her nose had been broken, forever disfigured." INSANE ACTUALLY INSANE OH MY GOD
oh shiori is JEALOUS JEALOUS oh my god she is literally in the cuck chair going 'why isn't this me rn why's she getting abusive goddess fucking and not me' this is so funny and fucked up i love it
RINNE GOING 'JOIN US' OHHH THEY'VE FUCKED HER UP BAD
shiori at the end like Yayyyy my turn to horrifically abuse this girl into submission through sex <3
courtney this is so fucked up it's so on brand i love it so much. you know meeee you know i love my weird lesbians in weird dark gotchard AUs and i especially love it when it involves rinne and i feel SO BAD that it took me this long to read this because it's GLORIOUS and i'm gonna make a shiori/lachesis/rinne tag on superlove now just to keep in mind that i should write them too. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2024-12-14 11:23 pm (UTC)Thank you for being so kind about this. It doesn't feel like a gift because when I'm writing Shiori, I'm always writing for myself so it keeps like I kind of cheated? If you want to invoke that clause and declare that I still owe you a gift I will write something... less unhinged?
I actually had a concern about posting this. I worry that I only ever appear in your inbox when I am writing something really broken. Please forgive me and thank you for giving me the opportunity to write this horror!
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Date: 2024-12-14 11:29 pm (UTC)it's ABSOLUTELY a gift! i may not adore shiori as much as you but that's a high bar & i still love your shiori, everything you've done with her, and plus there's so much lachesis/rinne here that it's perfect! and it even opened my eyes to a new even more fucked up ship for gotchard that makes no sense in canon but fits perfectly in your gotchard canon and could fit within one of my many mental AUs... i just love this so much ack. don't worry about a new gift TRUST ME i love this so much!!!!
an angel gains its wings whenever you post broken horror fic don't worry about it courtney!!!! trust me!!!!
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Date: 2024-12-15 02:41 pm (UTC)an angel gains its wings whenever you post broken horror fic don't worry about it courtney!!!!
THIS IS THE NICEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID ABOUT MY NONSENSE THANK YOU!