Page 40 of Lucky Shot
PrettyInLace:Apollo, of course. Only the gayest god there is.
DemiDefenseKip:hahaha
PrettyInLace:How about this: If they were colonizing a planet, would you volunteer to go?
DemiDefenseKip:No!
PrettyInLace:I feel like that’s an aggressive no.
DemiDefenseKip:First, if you’re going to colonize a new planet, they’re likely going to take straight people. How else are you really going to populate the new world?I’m talking biology here; nothing else.
PrettyInLace:I hadn’t thought of that.
DemiDefenseKip:Second, chances are the first several colonization attempts will likely fail, and I have no interest in dying. If we’re several hundred years into the project, sure. But if that were the case, I’d rather be a space nomad and just travel the universe.
PrettyInLace:Well, shit. Look at you thinking all logical. My answer would have been yes but you’ve definitely changed my mind!
I grin. Tapping out the instructions, I have my character take Pretty’s hand.
DemiDefenseKip:Want to skip questing tonight and go find an inn?
PrettyInLace:You want to fuck, don’t you? You can say it. ;P
DemiDefenseKip:Actually… remember when you asked me what my fantasy is? And I told you that I want to dress someone up like a doll?
PrettyInLace:Yes!
DemiDefenseKip:How do you feel about that?
PrettyInLace:Yes, please. Make me your doll, Demi god.
My stomach flutters as I type out the route in the game to bring us to the nearest inn.
PrettyInLace:Can I ask you something a little more personal than we usually get?
DemiDefenseKip:Yes, though I may not answer it.
PrettyInLace:Understood. Do you have a boyfriend? Someone that you dress up?
The sad smile that crosses my face makes me close my eyes. The world feels too big and too heavy all of a sudden. Like I’ll only ever be this person online.
DemiDefenseKip:No boyfriend. I’ve never dressed a previous boyfriend up. It’s easy enough to gauge whether someone might be into that or not. And I haven’t met anyone who has IRL.
PrettyInLace:What about it appeals to you?
DemiDefenseKip:I don’t know. I’m sure there’s some kind of psychoanalysis I could have done on me but I just like the thought of all those muscles, the epitome of masculinity, covered in soft satin. Pretty ruffles. Feminine pearls. It’s not really about the control of having a living doll. Not for me. I think it’s more about the trust that might come along with it. That someone would give up their complete control to me.
PrettyInLace:Can I ask… is it a sexual thing? Dolling someone?
DemiDefenseKip:Not entirely, though I like that idea too. To some extent, anyway. I really think it’s just… When you play with dolls, they have no control so you can just admire them and pet them. Sit them up so they’re pretty and…
DemiDefenseKip:I’ve never tried to put it into words before. I might have to get back to you with a more articulate reason behind why I have this desire.
PrettyInLace:That’s okay. I was just curious.
After I’ve locked us in the inn room, I turn expecting to find Pretty naked again. But he’s not. He’s just standing there. This amazing mage is once more standing just beyond my bed. Not dancing. Just standing there. Watching me. Waiting for me to move him.
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