Today the Kagamine twins are going on a balloon ride.

AO3 links:
English - https://archiveofourown.org/works/49131805
Russian - https://archiveofourown.org/works/49131889

Balloon Ride
(Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, consensual, casual, falling from height)

As the hot air balloon went higher and higher into the sky, Rin and Len couldn’t contain their excitement. They leaned over the side of the basket, gazing out at the world below with wonder and awe. They laughed and joked with each other, their voices carrying on the wind. Such an idyll.

Then suddenly something went wrong. The balloon began to sag, losing altitude at an alarming rate. Whatever was the cause, the twins weren’t afraid. For them such a development only made the ride all more thrilling. Together they were throwing away the sandbags as if it was an amusing game. But as all the ballast was gone, including even all the clothes the twins had had on themselves and now shed, there was just a little bit more weight the balloon needed to lose to stop its fatal descent. That’s when Rin turned to Len and grinned, her eyes bright with excitement.

“You know what kind of situation this is?” she asked.

“A deadly one?” Len guessed.

“It’s a kind of situation where one of us has to sacrifice their life to save the other!” said Rin dreamily. “It’s so romantic!”

“Ha! You’re right!” Len’s eyes widened with glee. “But you know what would be even better?”

“What could possibly be better?” Rin wondered.

“Each of us should jump to save the other,” Len pointed out, “then we’ll save both of us!”

“I love it!” Rin laughed. “Let’s do it!”

And with that, the twins leapt from the basket. As their bodies plummeted through the air, the twins whooped and hollered, and the wind carried their laughter across the whole sky. Rin and Len looked back at the balloon, which had indeed stopped descending and was now rising once again towards the great blue expanse. The twins pumped their fists in the air, ecstatic at their ingenuity.

“We did it!” shouted Rin. “We saved both of us!”

“And in the most romantic way!” replied Len. “With the cost of our…”

Thud! By looking up into the sky the twins never saw the impact coming, and before they knew it, they were nothing more than mangled remains lying twisted and broken in the grass. Only the balloon, oblivious to their fate, continued to soar up into the heavens as if on the twins’ behalf. Of course, it can’t stay up there forever and eventually would also return to the ground. But it would only happen for others, not for Rin or Len. For them their joy was never over.

Nice!

I just want to say thank you, thank you for uploading to this site for years, admittedly I only found out about this site a year ago but I've normally enjoyed the content made by you that I've read. So once again thank you.

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And thank you for feedback.

I'm mostly making Koikatsu renders nowadays, as my brain got addicted to its quicker satisfaction, but with lolicit's demise its story contest moved to ATF and I'm considering taking part in it (the current round's theme is "twins", so how can I miss that), so with any luck I might have something new to read by the end of the year or so. Although it'll have to stay exclusive to ATF until the voting is over, which I think would be about the end of January, but unlike lolicit with its reputation requirements, ATF requires nothing but simple registration to access all of its content. And you can also find uncensored versions of my non-guro renders there (I post censored guro and non-guro renders on pixiv, then uncensored guro and non-guro on ATF, then uncensored guro here on gurochan, but I don't post non-guro renders on gurochan as I assume that's not what the audience here is looking for).

Alright, here's my new story Extra Life: https://allthefallen.moe/forum/index.php?threads/extra-life-b-g-twincest-guro-consensual.58159/

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>>25602
OOooooh nice! Love this one <3

>>25602
OOooooh nice! Love this one <3

Alright, the voting period on ATF is over, so I can finally post the new story here, as well as on AO3.

AO3, English: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53713573
AO3, Russian: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53713654

Extra Life
(twins, casual consensual guro, hanging)

You want to know why we — ah, sorry, here I go again — why I occasionally slip into speaking about myself in plural? You must think: what a weird girl, she’s probably not all there, ha-ha. But really it’s just a habit back from childhood when there were indeed two of me… no, wait, is this where I’m actually supposed to say “us”? Ha-ha-ha. But then he also was just another me, you know? My twin brother.

At home, at school or at the playground, we would be together all day long, living our life hand in hand, and then come night we would sleep in each other’s arms. Even, like, if I wanted to do one thing and he wanted another, we wouldn’t each do their own thing, and instead do one thing together and then the other also together. As long as it was a possibility, of course. Or maybe the way I should put it is: if he wanted to do something, then I automatically wanted to do it with him because I knew it was what he wanted, and vice versa. Makes sense? So it came as a matter of course that either of us would commonly speak on behalf of us both, hence the habit of saying ‘we’ where one would normally say ‘I’. Although it wasn’t just a speech habit, we perceived it that way too. Say, in a situation where he wanted to wear blue and I wanted to wear red, the way we would think of it was that we wanted to wear blue on him and red on me. You can even say we treated ourselves as one person lucky enough to have two bodies. Some people found it uncanny how much we were acting like a single unit, but for ourselves it was only natural, we’d have to go out of our way to do otherwise.

Wait, which part do you want me to elaborate on? Sleeping together? Huh. Yes, we did indeed share a bed. And if you want to know, we slept in the nude too. More comfortable that way, and also makes for better enjoyable cuddling. It didn’t bother us because he was just another me and I was just another him. What if I tell you we even took bath together, washing each other’s backs and whatnot? Some kids hate bathing, but we loved it! It was a lot of fun to play in the water together or just relax in each other’s arms. You know, this is usually where people get grossed out, but you’re… interested? Maybe you can be the one to accept us… me?.. no, us! But you probably should hear the full story first. Because surely at this point you’re wondering what happened to my twin brother?

Oh, no, it’s not a sad story at all. Quite a funny one, actually, and I’d be delighted to tell it. Delighted to have someone I can tell it to and hope they can understand… can you? After all, you seemed to like the part where we were bathing together, and this story starts exactly there. See, as time went and we grew up, my brother’s peepee began to get big and hard as we washed it. Well, mostly I washed it, since we enjoyed it much more to wash each other rather than to have each wash their own body. Since there were two of us, would’ve been a waste not to utilize it, right?

At first, we didn’t really pay special attention to his peepee getting big, but it kept doing it every time, so eventually we couldn’t help but take notice of it and become curious. It was just another day when we were bathing as usual and my brother’s peepee once again grew bigger in my hands, even peeping out from under the skin. I noted:
“Here it goes again.”
And my brother replied:
“Yeah, I wonder why it is doing so,” touching it curiously.
And then it struck me:
“Hey, why don’t we look it up?”
My brother laughed:
“What kind of book would write about a peepee?”
And I answered:
“A medical encyclopedia!”
“Indeed!” my brother nodded energetically, “let’s look it up then.”

Thus, after we were done with bathing — quite more hurriedly than usual — we went straight to the bookshelves in the living room. We didn’t even wipe ourselves — meaning each other — properly, because of how impatient we were to satisfy our curiosity, so of course we didn’t bother to put on any clothes either. Water was dripping from our naked bodies onto the carpet, but absorbed in the moment we couldn’t care less. We brought a stool on which my brother climbed to reach the upper shelves, while I was searching the lower ones. See, we had plenty of books at home, and I brought the whole idea up because I was sure there was a medical encyclopedia in there somewhere. It was just a matter of finding it.

And find it we did. Wait, I see, ‘we’ doesn’t work here, because for the sake of this story it’s actually relevant that it was my brother who found it. It was a massive book, so he had trouble getting down from the stool with it and slipped. I watched startled as he fell hard on the floor and even managed to hit his head right against the edge of the stool, which made him pass out. But back then my young mind decided he had snapped his neck and died. We were just kids after all, easy to impress. Because I had no doubt he was dead, I didn’t even bother to check on him, and instead went for the book he dropped.

I laid face down on the sofa and carefreely flipped through the encyclopedia, searching for a relevant topic. What I’ve found was an article on ‘erection’. It seemed to be exactly the phenomenon my brother’s peepee — or ‘penis’, as it was called in the book — showed. Having buried myself in the book, I didn’t notice that my brother’s ‘corpse’ moved and got up from the floor. Believing him to be dead I was unwittingly kicking up my heels… now imagine how I screamed when he suddenly caught my legs and hugged them from behind! And how we both laughed afterwards. I was like: “Hey, I thought you were dead!” And he was like: “Now we’re quits!”

Ah, I guess you need to know that other story to get what he meant by that. It was a kinda similar accident from when we were younger, only back then it was he who believed that I was dead. We were playing at the river, but then the weather suddenly got stormy, all the other kids got to the shore, but I couldn’t make it and was carried away by the flow. It was so rapid and turbulent we were all sure I would drown. It made the other kids scared for me and a couple of older ones were even going to try and save me. But that would’ve put themselves at risk, so my brother had to step in and explain that it’s alright.

Yes, it’s alright, because we’re twins. We’re two of the same, so it’s no big deal if one of us dies. It’s basically like having an extra life. Our common self will continue to live, just in one body instead of two. But having two bodies for one self in the first place is a luxury we were lucky to be born with, not a necessity. Do you get it? You’d be the first adult to understand us beside our mom… at least kids appeared to be more open to the idea, so before another turn of the river hid me from the beach, I could see them once again playing cheerily.

Reassured that everything was alright, I calmed down — not that I was in any panic from the start, only worried that someone would endanger their only life by naively if bravely trying to save our extra one — so I calmed down and prepared to meet my end. But somehow it just never came and eventually the flow cast me ashore further down the river. I only had gulped a bunch of water and got all bruised up from hitting the stone bottom of the river, but overall I was fine.

Still, I thought it was enough for me for that day. With no strength to make a detour by the beach to pick up my clothes, I went straight home as stark naked as I was. Uh, yeah, we swam in the nude too. That stuff doesn’t bother you, right? Because others were bothered back then, as with nothing to cover the bruises all over my body people were staring at me, definitely thinking I picked a fight with boys or something. But I was too tired to care about people’s thoughts. A bigger problem was walking barefoot all the way home. It was about half a kilometer through the wild, then one and a half through the city. Just two kilometers in total, but for a little child it was quite a journey, all the more so when going barefooted. I could barely feel my feet when I finally got home.

And yet, as exhausted as I was, I hurriedly ran on my pained feet to the door to be sure to be the one to open it when after spending all day playing by the river with the other kids my brother returned home by the evening. Remember, he believed I had drowned to death. Now you should have seen his face when I opened the door for him, alive and well. People say “it’s like he saw a ghost” all the time, but for him it actually was like seeing a ghost! Ah, so funny! Totally worth some aching feet and parents scolding us for losing my clothes. ‘Cause, yeah, my brother thought I wouldn’t need them, so he didn’t pick them up either, and the next day we weren’t been able to find them at the beach. Dunno if someone took them or the wind simply blew everything away.

Anyway. Let’s get back to the story of my brother’s death. No, not when I mistakenly though he snapped his neck, but his actual death a little bit later. I promise it’s even more fun. So, I showed him the article I had found and we started reading it together. With our bodies pressed against each other and arms around each other’s backs there was just enough space for us both to lie on the sofa. We read through the article and didn’t really understand most of the specific medical stuff, but we got the basics that it was all normal and healthy and nothing to worry about. That was enough to satisfy our curiosity, so as my brother kept lying leisurely, I started to climb over him, but before I could get off the sofa, he pointed somewhere in the book still open before him and asked with a lot of confusion in his voice:
“What does it mean, on death?”

I stopped in a position sitting on my brother’s back with my legs to his sides, almost like when we were playing horseman, only he didn’t get up on all fours, so my knees were resting on the sofa, and I leaned forward with my chest pressing against his back to look over his shoulder and see what got his attention. He was pointing to the end of the article, which under ‘trivia’ had a line stating one can get an erection on death.
“Yeah, that sounds weird,” I agreed. “Didn’t it say like it was connected to some sort of pleasure or excitement?”
“Besides, doesn’t a body go limp on death?” my brother added, “Why would the peepee…”
Before he could finish his sentence, I took his head in my hands and turned it as swiftly as I could.

Now, I know, such big kids aren’t supposed to try killing themselves just out of curiosity. But that’s because most kids only have one life. As I’ve already mentioned, we were twins, which meant we had two. One was totally expendable. And luckily, at least one of us was a boy and could demonstrate the mysterious death erection. Would be silly if we were both girls: having an extra life, but being unable to put it to use due to such a minor, yet fatal nuance. However, to think of it, if that was the case, we wouldn’t be in this situation — studying an erection of one of us — in the first place. Not to say that it’s hardly the only situation in which an extra life could be of use. So there are all chances I would’ve still be alone talking to you now. It would’ve not even necessary be this me, but even with sex being the same, it really wouldn’t’ve mattered. Right?

Anyway, it’s not the end of the story yet. You see, my childish strength wasn’t enough to actually snap my brother’s neck, and all I could accomplish was turning it very uncomfortably.
“Ugh, it hurts!” he wheezed out.
“Oh, sorry,” I apologized, letting his head go. “I thought it would instakill you.”
“If it was so easy,” he said, rubbing his aching neck, “you would have already seen my death erection on the floor.”
“So dropping you from the stool again won’t work either,” I chuckled.
“You can try strangling me,” my brother suggested, as he turned around under me to face up, getting curious to try the death erection too.
“Let’s try something that doesn’t rely on my strength,” I objected.
“Then go bring a knife,” he said, supporting me by my butt as I got off him and stood up on the floor. “I can cut my wrists with it.”
“Having a knife, wouldn’t it be faster to just cut your throat?” I wondered.
“Either way the blood will make too much mess…” he realized, as he removed the still opened book to the coffee table and then moved up on the sofa to half-sit leaning on an armpad with his arms crossed under his head. “And it won’t be me mom will yell at,” he giggled.
“Well…” I sat down on the sofa again at my brother’s feet; half-turned to him, I pensively twiddled with his toes, as I suggested: “how about a sleeping pill overdose?”
“That sounds easy, but will it still give me an erection?” he wondered. “Cause sleeping pills sound like they will only help me become more limp.”
“Do you have any better ideas?” I asked as I ran out of them.
“I think one can die by dropping a blow-dryer in the bathtub,” my brother said with a bored voice, losing interest by that point.
“But we’ve just had bath,” I replied. “Ugh, who could’ve thought killing a brother can be so difficult!”
“Whatever…” he blew it off, “Cartoons are gonna start soon.”
“Ah, indeed,” I realized, “I’ll go bring some snacks then.”

And so, I left to the kitchen. After all, that death erection didn’t sound like much fun anyway. I only bothered with snapping my brother’s neck in the first place because the movies made it look so easy I actually believed I could do it. But as soon as we realized it wasn’t just a matter of spending an extra life and involved some actual effort, it became not worth the bother. We only kept thinking of a better way to kill my brother to keep the conversation, but even that soon stopped being fun. It could never compete with the soon to start cartoons. Or so it felt at that moment.

I took some cookies, arranging them on a dessert plate, a box of orange juice and two glasses. Anticipating watching the cartoons while having snack, I’ve almost forgot about the whole brother killing topic by the time I returned to the living room. In the meanwhile, my brother turned the TV on and was now watching it half-laying on his side on the sofa. As I put the food on the coffee table, I couldn’t help but notice the encyclopedia was still lying opened on it. I didn’t really want to bother putting it back on its place on the bookshelf right now, but I had to at least close it so that cookie crumbs and juice drops don’t get on the pages. But before I did that, the line about death erection caught my attention again.

“Hey,” I said, showing to my brother. “I think we’ve missed something.”
“What?” he asked leisurely.
“Here,” I pointed at the book. “After ‘on death’ it continues on the next line: ‘especially by hanging’.”
“Oh”, he replied, assuming a proper sitting position to read the line, “we kept thinking of anything but the most obvious!” he laughed.
“Yeah”, I agreed, joining the laugh, “if we just hanged you from the start, you’d already be dead by now!”

It was funny to think we’ve been arguing so hard on how we should kill my brother while the right answer was there in the book the whole time. But by this time we’ve already lost the interest in the death erection if it involved any effort, so instead of thinking how to hang my brother I just closed the book as I had intended and pushed it away to the corner of the table. I sat down on the sofa, took the box of juice and filled the glasses. Then I felt my brother hug me.
“Whoa, you’re cold!” I exclaimed.
“So are you,” he countered.

Indeed, I hadn’t noticed before, but being wet after the bath we had both our bodies cool down way too much. We didn’t really mind each other’s cold touch, he just got me by surprise there. But we didn’t want to catch a cold either, so I asked my brother to go bring some clothes. He returned wearing a yellow T-shirt and gave me another one, which, of course, was as identical to his, as I was to him. Or, to think of it, even more identical, as I don’t have a penis, but that’s a minor detail. The only difference it ever made was determining which of us was to die on that day, which never mattered for us anyway. So yeah, about dying – my brother also brought a rope I recognized as the clothesline from which he must have taken the T-shirts.

“Look what I’ve found,” he said, showing me the rope. “I think we can hang me with it.”
“Why?” I nonchalantly asked as I was putting on my T-shirt (mine being the one that wasn’t currently on him, since we couldn’t tell them apart and didn’t care anyway). “Are you still interested in that death erection thing?”
“Not really,” he answered, “Just stumbled onto a rope that seemed fitting.”
“Well, since you’ve already brought it here,” I shrugged my shoulders and checked the clock: “Seems there’s still a couple minutes to spare before the cartoons start.”
“See,” he concluded, starting to make a noose, “there’s no harm in it anyway.”
In the meanwhile, I lazily got up from the sofa and repositioned the stool — the same one he fell from earlier — to be right under the chandelier.
“Here, you can hang on the chandelier,” I said.
“Thanks,” my brother nodded as he finished the noose.

He has put his neck into it before climbing onto the stool and then tried to tie the other end of the rope to the chandelier. I supported my brother, hugging his legs from the front to make sure he doesn’t fall again — not before he sets up the rope. Dangling from under the T-shirt, his peepee was pressed against my face. It was a funny sensation, but I had to close my eyes and couldn’t see what was going on.
“Oh, come on!” I heard my brother grumble. “I can’t reach it just a mere inch!”
“Why don’t you stand on your tiptoes?” I suggested.
“I already am,” he replied. “Doesn’t help…”
I stepped back and watched my brother get down from the stool.
“So what do we do then?” I wondered.
“I guess we just sit and watch the cartoons”, he sighed a bit disappointed.
“They sound more fun anyway,” I shrugged and returned to the sofa, grabbing a cookie to munch.
“Well, that’s true, but…” he reluctantly took off the noose.
He already made it and even put it on, so I could see how it was a bummer to stop midway. Maybe hoping he would get to use it yet, or maybe just leaving it for later, he didn’t bother untying it and just put it on the table. Following him with my eyes, my gaze fell on the encyclopedia.
“Ah, the book!” I said.
“It’ll wait for later?” he brushed off, thinking I was suggesting we return it to the bookshelf.
“No,” I said, taking the book from the table and putting it on the stool. “Is this thick enough?”
“Okay, that’s worth a try,” my brother nodded, putting the noose back on and once again climbing onto the stool, but now with the encyclopedia under his feet to give him extra height.
Meanwhile, I just finished the cookie and after a sip of juice came up to offer my support again.
“Just make it quick,” I said, as the previous show on TV had already ended and it was just an ad break before the cartoons would start.

“Okay, I’m done here”, my brother reported as he finished tying the rope.
I stepped back, letting his legs go and without further ado my brother made a step towards me. He didn’t say any last words or anything: after all we were not actors in some sappy movie, but just totally ordinary kids acting out of… was it even curiosity? We didn’t care for the death erection anymore, but were just going with the flow. There wasn’t any reason left to kill my brother and we only proceeded because there was no particular reason to stop either. After all it’s not like there was anything to lose but an extra life. So as soon as everything was ready and I wasn’t in the way, he just prosily stepped from the stool onto empty air.

He measured the rope as short as possible, so his feet remained almost at the same height from the floor, which made it look not like a decisive jump, but a totally ordinary step. Even the book didn’t slip from under his feet. I made another step back to avoid my brother accidentally kicking me in his death struggle. However, he was just hanging still with his limbs limp and an unconcerned expression on his face. Of course, it was just like when I was totally calm thinking I was going to die in that river. Even if it was painful, it didn’t bother me because I didn’t know yet I’d have to live the rest of the day with that pain, ha-ha-ha!

So my brother was similarly unbothered about pain, as he knew he was going to die. He hanged so peacefully as if he was simply standing right on the thin air and only the way his feet were dangling down gave off there wasn’t any invisible support underneath. He was only occasionally slightly twitching, the back of his ankles hitting the edge of the stool, and now this seemed to really annoy him. So I stepped closer again and removed the stool from under my brother. In the meanwhile the cartoons already started, although it was still the opening song. So I hurriedly put the book away and positioned the stool so that if I sat on it I could both watch the cartoons on TV and my brother’s death erection right next to me. While the cartoons interested me more at that point, it would be a waste to not see that erection after all. Not a waste of my brother’s life, of course, as it was an extra one anyway, but a waste of his effort of making the noose and everything.

I found though that my brother was facing the TV, so I caught his feet in the air and rotated him to face me instead. He was too busy dying to watch the cartoons anyway, ha-ha-ha. But really, I knew it wouldn’t bother him that he couldn’t see the screen that way. As much as we always were together if possible, we couldn’t avoid rare occasions where it wasn’t, and then we’d fill each other in afterwards on whatever we missed. Of course, this time he wouldn’t be there for me to fill him in… but it also meant he wouldn’t be there to need it, so it all worked out in the end.

To keep the rope’s twisting from rotating my brother back away from me, I had to keep holding him in place, and at first I could do it by simply putting my hands under my brother’s feet like if he was standing on them. The rope still supported most of his weight, so he felt weightless to me, which was rather funny. As I fondled his feet, pleasantly cold from walking barefoot after the bath, I unglued my eyes from the screen for a moment to look up at my brother. There was no sign of erection yet, even though his face was turning blue and his eyes got foggy as he was falling into unconsciousness. Still he seemed to be enjoying my foot massage. I smiled back at him, even though he probably couldn’t see it at that point, and returned to the cartoons.

Funny thing, isn’t it: at the moment I was genuinely more focused on the cartoons, but now I wouldn’t be able to tell what went on in them, all the while I didn’t pay as much attention to my brother dying, and yet can recall it in all these details. I guess it’s because we were watching cartoons every day, so as fun as they were they all blended together, and watching my brother die, while not as exciting by itself, was still a once in a lifetime experience and that alone made it more memorable.

Well, actually it did get more entertaining further on, as my brother couldn’t hold back anymore and started twitching and jerking. I had to release his feet and get away a little to avoid getting kicked. Back then I found his struggle to be annoying, distracting me from the cartoons, but recalling it now I can’t help but giggle at how funny it was. Although there was one aspect that I found amusing even at the time: it was how in any other circumstances it would’ve hurt me to see my brother in such pain, but knowing we were deliberately killing him made me… no, made both of us see it from a totally different perspective. It was just a silly reaction of his body clinging to its life, reflexes not designed to account for being just one of the two. Me and my brother both knew “we” weren’t going to die, only him. Because “we” were just expending one life out of two we had. But there was no way to explain this to his body, so it was kind of hilarious how desperately it was fighting for life, seeing how it was not only hopeless, but also completely unnecessary! Ah, so funny…

What was less funny is the lack of erection displayed by my brother’s penis. It was troublesome to both try to watch the cartoons and keep my eyes on the penis to not miss when it finally gets hard. It made it difficult to properly enjoy the cartoons, so I was hoping that either the erection would appear soon or at least my brother would die quickly even if without it. You know, just to have some sort of conclusion and get it over with, so I could finally focus on the cartoons. But my brother simply wouldn’t die. It was fascinating, really, how long he lasted. Unfortunately this sturdiness was misplaced, as it wasn’t a test of how long he could survive, it was a test of whether dying would give him an erection. And how would we test that without him actually dying? I even started considering if I should find a way to kill him faster to end the misery… ‘cause I did feel pretty miserable sitting there waiting just for it not to lead anywhere. But then I remembered the book recommended hanging, so all I could do was sigh helplessly and keep waiting.

And what do you think, it actually turned out for the better that it took so long, because it was right when the ad break started that my brother’s penis finally showed some sort of reaction. Or maybe it did a little earlier and I only noticed it when not distracted by the cartoons, but anyway it didn’t seem like I missed much, and now I could focus all of my attention on the erection. My brother was almost totally motionless by that point, only displaying an occasional little twitch every now and then as if his body hadn’t yet completely accepted that it was already dead. However, denying any common sense his penis was growing livelier every second! At first it also only twitched a little bit, but then it became harder and harder and rose up to a more horizontal position. I gazed at it intensely, mesmerized by this funny organ growing into something… magnificent. And under what circumstances!

It was as if my brother’s penis was defying his own death… no, rather than that, more like basking in it. My brother’s death was fueling his penis’s joy. Funny thing, I thought I had long since lost excitement to see this death erection thing anymore, but once I was actually observing it, it filled me with the same joy too. As if in trance, I stepped up to my brother and gently clasped my hands around his penis, which was now proudly aiming up at the ceiling. It was so hot and lively despite the rest of my brother being cold and dead, and under the soft and delicate skin it was so hard and tough. I felt like I was touching something absolutely magical. And it was actively filling with magic… until it couldn’t contain any more and burst out in a jet of goo right onto my face.

The smell was positively intoxicating, so I proceeded to jerk my dead brother’s penis in an attempt to milk out more. I eagerly opened my mouth and let the next jet land on my tongue. It was a peculiar taste that I would’ve found yucky normally, but something about the moment made me enamored with it. No more was coming out of my brother’s penis though, so hungry for more I did the crazy thing and took the penis head in my mouth, trying to suck this delightful goo out. And somewhere during all of this, without even realizing it I lowered one of my hands toward my slit and started rubbing it furiously… I don’t know how I even knew to do it, an instinct must have told me to do so. In the end no more gooey stuff came out of my brother’s penis, but at some point his bladder gave up and emptied right into my mouth. But in the weird enchantingly blissful state I was in, it felt like second best after the cum I was seeking for, so I gulped it down gratefully, and it even gave me my own first ever orgasm… which in turn made me pee right onto the carpet! I vaguely remember worrying that mom would scold me…

But really I was in quite a daze after that. I think I just laid down on the sofa to watch the remaining cartoons. It felt like what just happened was some kind of weird dream… no, not the part about killing my brother, that’s a natural part of being twins for us. But to think I drank all kinds of liquids from his penis and somehow was enjoying it? And yet the weird taste remaining in my mouth said it was real. That taste didn’t feel so strangely welcome anymore, so to take it away I doubled down on cookies and juice. Then, after the cartoons ended and my head cleared up a bit, I became curious about the overwhelming sensation I just experienced, so I opened the encyclopedia again — that’s where I learned it was called an orgasm. For the rest of the day I was lying on the sofa masturbating in pursue of more of these orgasms, until I fell asleep from exhaustion. I woke up the next morning in our bed… or was it already my bed at that point?.. although my brother’s corpse was there in my embrace too. Apparently mom found us in the evening when she got home, me sleeping on the sofa and my brother hanging from the chandelier, and brought us to bed.

You’re asking what mom said? Well, I didn’t tell her I drank my brother’s pee, so she thought it was his pee on the carpet, not mine, ha-ha-ha! Oh, about his death? Well, what could she say. Mom sighed, and chuckled, and said it was so like the two of us. Then she said we would have to pretend to morn at the funeral, as people wouldn’t understand. But what I can never understand is what is so difficult there to understand… In all your videogames, you people have extra lives. A totally everyday concept, one would think, nothing alien at all. It’s just that by being twins we were lucky enough to have one for real. That’s all there is to it.

But you’ve listened to this whole story so far. Surely it means you do understand? So maybe it can actually work out for us… and then… wouldn’t it be wonderful if we had twins?

I wrote a prequel story for Tranquility. If you don't know Tranquility, it can be found here: https://boards.guro.cx/3dcg/res/40140.html#44289 or on pixiv ( https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/104053953 I added a link to Russian translation in the description).

In case you missed it, Tranquility also has a sequel here: https://boards.guro.cx/3dcg/res/40140.html#45797 or on pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/107327891

The following prequel can also be found on AO3:
- in Russian: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53939437
- in English: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53939617

Tranquility: Before Dawn
(Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, casual consensual guro, hanging)

When Rin woke up, even before she opened her eyes, she could feel Len’s weight on the bed beside her, and so the first thing she did was to think about how she should wake him up today. It was their custom: whichever twin woke up first would wake the other one up in some fun and pleasant way. For example, Rin could wake Len up with a blowjob, or Len could piss right on Rin’s face. This time Rin thought — maybe wake her brother up with a tickle? But when she opened her eyes she saw that it was still dark and early to get up, especially today since today was a day off. So she should just try to go back to sleep, and then maybe even get her own special wake up from Len.

But before Rin closed her eyes again, she couldn’t help but marvel at her brother sleeping next to her. Len was sleeping so peacefully that it wasn’t even immediately obvious whether he was alive or dead. Rin involuntarily listened to his breathing… he was alive alright. Ha-ha, but of course he was! What was Rin even thinking? As if it could happen that she would wake up next to her brother and he would be dead and breathless. Rin imagined such a situation and almost giggled out loud, but held herself back so as not to wake Len up. The fact that they had always been and always would be together seemed to the twins an immutable law of nature, and the idea that one of them might suddenly be gone — and just like that, out of nothing: two of them fell asleep, and only one woke up next to the corpse of the other — this idea was so absurd that it caused neither fear nor sorrow, but only laughter. And the twins were known to be big fans of a good laugh.

Rin even wondered if she should on occasion give her brother a lethal dose of sleeping pills to wake up next to his corpse in the morning. Of course, she wasn’t thinking about making him drink the drug secretly or through deception. Rin knew that Len would be only too happy to kill himself if it would give his favorite sister a pleasant awakening. She knew this because she herself would gladly do the same for her beloved brother.

Wait, why doesn’t she do just that? After all, if she gave Len a sleeping pill, she’d know that she’d wake up next to his corpse in the morning, and it wouldn’t be the surprise she’d had so much fun imagining. But if it was Len who woke up next to her corpse… ah, — Rin almost shrieked with delight, — what a wonderful surprise that would be! It would be the best awakening she could give him. Rin couldn’t wait to get to it. And how could she hide her joyful anticipation from Len all day long, so as not to give herself away? And she would still need to get the right drug secretly from him, and all in all first properly study the question of what drug is the right one and how to do everything right. A thorough preparation might take even more than a day, increasing the risk that the surprise would be revealed early. For Rin didn’t come up with the pill idea because she was knowledgeable about it, but because she was thinking in the context of dying in the sleep.

Wait a minute… In fact, the point was to die while the other twin was sleeping, but the one dying didn’t at all need to be asleep. And if that’s the case, then by choosing another way of suicide Rin may not even need to wait for the next night, but do it right now, before Len wakes up! Yes, that would be best. Len wouldn’t see her eyes burning, giving away that she was up to something. For him it would happen that he had fallen asleep with a very much alive Rin, who herself had yet no idea of her impending suicide, and was genuinely anticipating the joy of meeting a new day with her beloved brother… and then he would wake up next to her already breathless corpse. Just like that, out of nowhere. It was exactly as Rin had imagined from the beginning, but in reverse: it wouldn’t be her who would get to laugh at the ridiculous death of her beloved brother, but he would get to laugh at hers. And to give such joy to Len was even more pleasant for Rin than to receive it herself.

The feeling of tenderness for her brother overflowed Rin’s heart, spilling over into her chest, all over her whole body, and she so wanted to kiss him. But she restrained herself. Not only for fear of waking him up, but also because it would be a farewell. And Rin wasn’t going to make farewells to Len. After all, the whole point was to leave just like that. Ha, “leave.” That word made Rin chuckle. After all, she wasn’t going to leave the confines of the room. Well, except to get some rope from the closet — Rin had decided to go for a hanging — and then she’ll be right back. And at the same time, when Len wakes up, she wouldn’t be here. She woudln’t be anywhere. She wouldn’t be at all. As a twin, Rin fundamentally couldn’t imagine how there can be no Len. And that means Len similarly couldn’t imagine the absence of Rin. So just how it would blow his mind when she is gone just like that! Without any preparations or goodbyes. She just was, and now she isn’t. Rin smiled smugly: what a great idea she came up with. Now she could be proud of herself for the rest of her life, ha-ha-ha!

Rin found a rope in the closet and tied a noose on it right there to keep the bedroom light off. When she returned, the first thing she did was to confirm that Len was still sleeping peacefully. She wondered what he was dreaming about? Ha-ha, certainly not the death of his beloved sister! Rin climbed onto the chair, put the noose around her neck, and tied the other end of the rope to a hook on the ceiling. She tugged — it seemed secure. It was so funny to organize her own death. Rin loved life, and she wanted to live, and she could live happily ever after with her beloved brother. But none of that mattered now, because she wasn’t at all killing herself to lose her life. She just wanted to make her brother feel good. And Rin’s own death wasn’t a sacrifice for that goal, it was a way to achieve it. Rin wasn’t thinking “it’s a shame I’m going to die, but so be it, if it’ll amuse Len”, instead she was thinking “it’s so great that I’m going to die, as it’ll amuse Len.” And she herself was amused by her thoughts going like that.

And it was with this positive attitude that Rin jumped off the chair. And immediately regretted it. She should have taken pills or cut her veins, as it turned out hanging was hurting like hell! The noose squeezed Rin’s neck so sharply that her eyes popped up, spattering tears. Panic rolled onto her in deafening waves, striving to overwhelm her, and only thoughts of her brother kept her from drowning in it.

Tears were blurring the picture, or maybe it was her eyes themselves that were already foggy, while involuntary spasms throughout her body made it hard to focus her gaze. Still, Rin stared at her beloved brother with all her strength. If only she could somehow reach out to him, if only she could let him know how she was suffering, dying, right here, within arm’s reach… She wanted to scream in pain, but with her throat constricted, only a muffled croak came out. Well at least it was something… would be better if there wasn’t even a croak. Rin was grateful to the rope clutching her throat for keeping her desperate pleas from waking Len too early. After all, he was sleeping so gently, so peacefully, unaware that at this very moment, right next to him, his beloved sister was suffering in dying agony. And what a beautiful contrast it was!

And soon it would be replaced by an even more beautiful contrast, mirrored like the twins themselves, when Len would wake up and first thing in the morning see a dead Rin. His heart would be filled with laughter, joy, delight, rupture and pure euphoria. Meanwhile, Rin would just hang there, swaying, in the noose, completely impartial to her brother’s bliss. But the fact that she wouldn’t get to share in Len’s fun was a source of joy rather than regret for Rin. After all, she knew that it would only amuse Len more. It would undoubtedly be the most pleasant awakening of his life….

…and how funny it was, that it was also the most agonizing “falling asleep” for Rin. Not only had she never before experienced such pain, but she couldn’t even imagine it. It seemed simply beyond human perception, her brain should have shut down from the shock by now, and yet even as consciousness began to slip away from her, Rin continued to vividly feel the severity of the agony. Her lungs were burning with carbon dioxide, and her heart was pounding desperately, losing all rhythm, her entire chest exploding with pain. Darkness swallowed the edges of her field of vision, but with a last willful effort, Rin was able to catch a glimpse of Len’s face. He was still enjoying a cozy bed and watching a sweet dream, where he was probably frolicking happily and carefree with his sister. And looking at him, Rin wanted to suffer even more, even worse, just to make the contrast with her peacefully sleeping and unsuspecting brother more beautiful. Even when he wakes up, he would only see her already dead and tranquil, and he would never be able to imagine the hell she had suffered. Hilarious! In the end it was great that she went for the hanging.

Every time it seemed that it couldn’t get any worse, Rin found out with genuine horror and no less genuine delight that they could. Every second… or minute… or hour…? Rin had lost her sense of time, and only knew for certain that each successive span of it was becoming more agonizing than the previous one. And the more desperate her agony became, the more pleasant it was to think of her brother’s peaceful sleep. Sleep, beloved brother, sleep the sweetest sleep while your precious sister dies slowly and painfully right under your very nose. And when you wake up, you’ll have the greatest gift in the world waiting for you. And it will be all yours and yours alone. Because that gift is that you will no longer have your inseparable sister to share it with. Can you even imagine that? You and I are twins, and there is no such thing as me not having you, or you not having me, it simply cannot be because it can never ever be. And yet be it will. Isn’t that magical?

Rin’s entire being was pierced by indescribable pain that clouded her consciousness, and she could no longer see her brother with her rolling eyes. But with her last thoughts, even if already very foggy ones, to just know that he was lying there quietly and peacefully, unaware of her agony, for Rin it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. It was so mesmerizing that Rin wished this moment would never end. Ah, but for her it would indeed never end! It was only for Len that tomorrow would come, filled with laughter and joy at her death. And Rin would forever remain here, in her endlessly growing agony next to the immutable tranquility of her sleeping brother. A finalized world of absolute bliss.

Ooooh, I love this last one so much!

>>25794
Thank you!

I had a dream about a song by Kagamine Rin and Len. It features hanging, but surprisingly it's actually more drama rather than comedy. Kinda like Daughter of Evil / Servant of Evil.

So, first in the MV we see a close up of Len and Rin facing each other (we can see Len's sad and condolent face, and we only see the back of Rin's head) and a noose between them.
Len sings something to the effect of: listen, I also don't want you to put that noose on.
At first it sounds like he's talking her into hanging herself, which somehow has to be done despite neither of them wanting it.

But then the camera moves further away and it's revealed it's a public execution, Rin is a princess and she's actually putting the noose on Len. It isn't stated what his crime is, probably something against the state if the princess herself has to execute him. They're most likely not related in this story, but what they are is they're actually secretly in love with each other. I don't remember any particular lyrics of this part, or if there were any.

When Len already has a noose on his neck and Rin is facing the crowd, Len sings: "You smiled to me with your hand" as the camera shows Rin clasping Len's hand behind her back to comfort him. I would've never thought of such a metaphor while being awake, but now I kinda like it, ha-ha. Rin sings with a smirk: "you owe me one". Len returning a smirk: "wiggled out, you rascal".

And then the song ends with hanged Len with a peaceful expression on his face, as his voice is singing: and I had the most peaceful sleep.

Now, the "you owe me one" / "wiggled out, you brat" part sounds confusing, but here's what I think partially based on what it vaguely felt to mean in the dream and partially on trying to interpret it to make sense, and maybe partially by drawing some parallels to Daughter of Evil / Servant of Evil, as this dream feels like it could be inspired by those songs. So, apparently Rin means that Len will owe her one for the comfort she gave him in his last moments by clasping his hand. And by this she "wiggled out" of their situation, as by making him owe her he's now obliged to return so he can pay her back, like maybe through reincarnation or some such. Although there's no indication if they actually believe in it, so it might just be their way of finding comfort and somewhat even turning it all into a mischief (now that last part sounds more like the twins from my stories, ha-ha).

>>25972
Cute!

I have a new story for you, guys... if I can call these few paragraphs a story... but anyway, here it is, and not only here, but also on AO3:

on AO3 in English: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57546883
on AO3 in Russian: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57546982

Life is Beautiful!

(Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, consensual, casual, suicide, happy, fluff, no sex)

Orange and banana. Those were the Kagamine twins’ favorite flavors of ice cream. But it wasn’t as simple as Rin preferring orange and Len preferring banana. They were twins after all, two of the same, they couldn’t possibly have different preferences like that. No, instead, they jointly preferred that Rin have an orange-flavored ice cream and Len have a banana-flavored one.

And so, this Friday on their way from school, the twins weren’t enjoying each their own ice cream, they were enjoying their two ice creams together. They were also enjoying the beauty of the sakura blossoms and the pleasant weather, just warm enough to go for some ice cream, but not yet scorching hot as the coming summer months. And of course, most of all, they were enjoying their inseparable twinship.

“Ah, life is just so beautiful,” Len uttered dreamily, as he put the last piece of his banana-flavored ice cream in his mouth.

“It is,” Rin agreed just as serenely, turning her head left towards her brother. “And do you know why?”

“Why?” Len asked back automatically, turning his head right like Rin’s reflection and meeting her eyes.

Instead of an answer, Rin merely slipped her left hand out of Len’s right and stepped aside. Without changing her leisurely pace or her carefree expression, she simply made a step from the sidewalk right onto the busy road, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And wasn’t it indeed? As Rin similarly to Len put the last piece of her ice cream in her mouth, there was no mischief or smugness in her eyes which never broke contact with Len’s, but only the same as before casual enjoyment of this little moment in life.

And as always Len was her perfect mirror image. He didn’t as much as flinch when the next second a truck crushed Rin under its weight. More than that, as the truck was moving forward on this left side of the street, and now hit the breaks as hard as it could, Len neither had to turn around nor to rush after it to watch Rin getting spun around the front wheel like a rag doll. Len just kept going on his own way at his own pace, savoring this little moment of bliss as he equally enjoyed both the tender taste of banana still sweetly melting in his mouth and the vivid taste of orange just as sweetly melting in Rin’s, even as chunks of her body got torn apart and spewed all around. Seeing how easily his beloved sister turned herself into a trail of mangled flesh behind a random truck, Len also felt at ease, because he wholeheartedly agreed with her. Life is perfectly meaningless, and that’s what’s making it oh so beautiful!

Russian on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61093951
English on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61093984
English on ATF: https://allthefallen.moe/forum/index.php?threads/peter-the-second.84577/

Peter the Second
(casual, consensual, drowning, no sex)

Petya dived in with his head and swam underwater to the other shore. He managed to swim across the small lake in one breath, so now the white-haired boy tried to swim along its length. And at first it even seemed to him that he was doing quite well. But when Petya finally surfaced for a necessary breath of air, he was disappointed to find that he was only in the middle of the lake. After all, it was noticeably more long than it was wide.
“Hello!” he heard suddenly from somewhere to the side.
Petya turned to the voice and saw a girl standing on the shore. It was the third summer since his parents had bought a dacha here, but the first time he had met someone else on the lake. After all, it was a rather secluded spot at the very edge of the community. Maybe her family were new owners here too?
“Hello!” Petya shouted back when he had caught his breath after the swim.
And since shouting across half a lake is not particularly conducive to the development of conversation, Petya swam towards the shore, where the girl was standing. She, in turn, without wasting time began to undress.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked, throwing her T-shirt to the ground.
“Petya,” the boy answered.
“And I’m Nora,” the girl introduced herself, now taking off her jeans.
“Nora?” Petya repeated the unusual name.
“Well, the full name is Eleanora,” she answered hesitantly, embarrassed by her own name, and at the same time shamelessly parted with her panties.
“Beautiful name,” said Petya.
“I think it’s too pretentious,” said Nora, with her arms at her sides. “Do I look like Eleanora?”
By that time Petya swam close enough to stand waist-deep in the water and get a closer look at the now naked girl. She had swarthy skin, black hair down to her shoulder blades, and black eyes. She must be from somewhere in the south. As for her name, Petya said this:
“But you can’t be confused with anyone else. There are three Petyas in our class with me. So the teacher calls us Peter the first, Peter the second, Peter the third.”
“Is that bad?” Nora shrugged her shoulders. “Just like a tsar!”
“Maybe it’s good for the first one,” answered Petya. “But I’m the second.”
“Well, that’s... also a tsar?” Nora suggested unsurely.
Meanwhile she ran towards the water and plunged into it headlong, then swam past Petya before coming up.
“Technically, a tsar,” Petya sighed, turning to follow the girl and walking slowly toward her along the bottom. “Only he died at the age of fourteen.”
“Then you should die too,” Nora suggested.
“Why should I?” Petya was taken aback. “I’m only twelve yet.”
“Because,” Nora explained, “it would make one less Petya in the class.”
“Hm,” Petya smirked. “That it would”.
Nora swam up to Petya, who by that time had waded into the water up to his chest, and stood beside him.
“Come on, I’ll help,” she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and lowering the boy to her knees so that his head was under the water.
“Ow,” thought Petya, “she’s serious?”
He had only agreed jokingly. And did he agree at all? He agreed only to the fact that this way there would be less Petyas in the class, he didn’t agree to actually do it. But oh well. Petya exhaled the air from his lungs. What was he gonna do, come back up after he kinda already went with drowning himself? And he wasn’t at it alone too, he had Nora helping him. They didn’t even really know each other — they’d only asked each other’s names. And now she’s already helping him kill himself, as if he were her own brother, no less. Is that how they do it in the south?
Petya’s lungs were burning more and more. He hugged Nora underwater and pressed himself against her before he dared to inhale the water. Yuck, it was disgusting! Petya’s whole body involuntarily twitched, and in response Nora pushed harder on his shoulders, pressing the boy against the bottom and against herself. Would drowning be more pleasant in sea water? By the way, if Nora is from the south, maybe she used to live by the sea. Ah, now they won’t get to know each other better, she won’t make a friend for joint trips to the lake. Although she helps him drown himself, which is even closer than a friend. Petya wondered if she considered him a friend. Would’ve been nice...
Consciousness was rapidly slipping away. And there were so many things Petya wanted to do in life. From coming back from the lake to eat corn from his garden, to getting married one day and having a child or two of his own. There were no other kids in his family, which made him lonely at times. And now there won’t be him too... and he didn’t even have time to thank Nora for her help with the drowning.
Petya could only cling to Nora and wait for the end. For some reason he thought: “and how should we name our children so that they would not have problems with names like we have?” He had no time to think about why he and Nora would have common children. Nor had he had time to come up with the names. But that wasn’t important. What mattered was that he didn’t let it show that he didn’t really want to die. And so Nora was left genuinely happy for him.

You just keep coming out with bangers <3

>>26936
Thank you!
I wish I could be as happy about my latest stories. It seems I can still ocasionally come up with a fun idea, but expanding it into a proper story feels like an unbearable chore. I wish I could give this story more descriptions, like the drowning itself, the eroticism of embracing a naked girl who's drowning you, not even talking about the nature around to set the mood. But I just don't have it in me anymore...

>>26925

The descriptions are sparse, but what you have is so good.

> And now she’s already helping him kill himself, as if he were her own brother, no less.

Hit me like a bolt of lightning.

>>27023
Thank you!

>>26940
The short version is also nice! Don't force yourself and remember the two cakes parable :3

>>27030

The what?

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Pentamerone,_or_The_Story_of_Stories/The_Two_Cakes

This one? It seems to be about generosity, I'm not sure how that applies to my situation.

>>27031
no, this one: https://sqbr.tumblr.com/post/92103436228/the-artist-putting-a-simple-cake-next-to-a-much

>>27045

Oh. I guess I've just randomly read some Italian fairy tale then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When someone else makes a great cake and I can't do it as good, I'm not bothered: I'm not trying to compete with them, I just do what I can. But looking at my own old cakes makes me see that with my new cakes I'm not doing what I can, I'm doing worse... so it makes me feel depressed that I've lost my skill and guilty that I'm not trying my best...

>>27047
Yeah, I get that. But the two cakes principle still applies. You're doing your best at your present level of ability, and more importantly, you're creating, period. Quality doesn't matter as much as just continuing to go at it (and that's how you improve quality anyway) (like even if you don't post it)

(And if you do post it, well. Yay! Another cake! A small one this time, but still a cake!)

>>26925
I don't normally like it when it's only a male getting snuffed, but with how casual and well you utilised the descriptions that you used I really enjoyed it.

It really shows to me that you're great at your craft and that you needn't worry about how your writing has evolved overtime.

(What I'm trying to say is that I really enjoyed the story and I think that you shouldn't be depressed about the differences between your different stories.)

>>27070
>>27071
Well, fair enough... still I wish I can realize some of my more ambitious ideas one day...

>>27072
> I don't normally like it when it's only a male getting snuffed, but with how casual...
Yeah, I'm not exactly into male snuff myself, but I'm totally into casual attitude, and having the story itself not care if it's a boy or a girl getting snuffed adds to that casualness.

Funnily enough, this story actually happened when I started writing a different story where it was the girl who was supposed to die, but as I came up with the names for the characters and had them introduce themselves to each other it got to this idea where he should snuff himself to reduce the number of Petya's in his class, and from there I decided to write this other story with those names, while for the story I originally planned to write I will try to come up with new names for the characters.

> well you utilised the descriptions that you used
Where's that? I appreciate the sentiment, but the way I look at this story the descriptions are very lacking.

> how your writing has evolved overtime
More like degraded...

Aoi Hikari, I really think that you should really stop looking down on yourself and your work. If you don't I fear that you will end up losing you to a downward spiral of negativity. We all appreciate you and your work as it distracts us from reality and brings us joy (and horniness) so please just remember that you are a ray of sunlight to many people and take pride in that fact and ignore any hate towards you or your work as that hate is wrong and incorrect.

(Sorry if my comment is confusing, I have never been good with grammar and clarity. I was just trying to say I enjoy your works and I think you should take pride in them instead of beating yourself over the small details.)

>>27077
Thank you.

>>26925
I find it funny how he said "I'm only 12 yet." Which suggests that if he was 14 he would've likely agreed to dying without asking why.


Anyway, thanks for writing this as it was quite enjoyable to read and will probably be living rent free in my head for a while.

>>27202
Thank you!

Перед смертью не надышишься <3 <3 <3

>>27380

Aaand, here's the story refined once again.
One day I will learn to let a story sit on my hard drive for a week before posting it, but that day is not today.

Read on AO3 in Russian: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64467220
Read on AO3 in English: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64467325
Read on ATF in English: https://allthefallen.moe/forum/index.php?threads/60-seconds-suicide-by-bomb-for-fun.94825/
Also on loliwalrus in English: https://www.roriwalrus.com/index.php?threads/60-seconds.4783/

60 seconds
(Vocaloid, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, consensual, casual, suicide on a whim by explosion/bomb)

A character from Greek mythology, punished with unquenchable hunger. Hmm… Maybe, Phyneus? Every time he was about to eat, the harpies would swoop in and take away the food, and what they could not carry away, they… well, it would’ve been better if they did. Okay, Phi-ne-us… no, does not fit. The guard shifted his gaze from the crossword puzzle to his wristwatch — was it time to call it a day yet? Oh, it was indeed. Very well then. He tucked the crossword into the desk drawer — he’d finish it tomorrow — grabbed the keys to the main entrance, and stepped out onto the school porch. As soon as the guard stepped over the threshold, a stiff wind made him shiver. What a weather! It had been so warm and sunny during the day, but by evening, dark clouds had swallowed the sky, turning everything nearly as dark as night. And in this darkness the guard noticed lights being on in one of the windows of the school. Ugh! The weather was getting worse by the minute, and now we had to go back to check. But it couldn’t be helped — if someone was still there, he couldn’t just lock them in. Sighing heavily, the guard went back into the school and walked towards the music club — that’s where he had seen the light. Indeed, as they approached, the sounds of music began to be heard. Sure enough, as he approached, the sound of music grew clearer. The voices of the Kagamine twins were singing a carefree song:

…
“Today…” sang Len.
“Here…” sang Rin.
“What to do we will decide,” ending the line together.
“And for now, I’ll get some coffee too.”
“Go to the movies is o-kay.”
“Sing karaoke is o-kay.”
“Let’s check if it’s free today.”
“Oh, no-no-no, it’s all taken!”
“Then we’ll just aimlessly go for some shopping,”
“Whatever will be fun.”
“Where shall we go?” — in English.
“Where shall we go?” — in Japanese.
“For today has just begun”
“Our big adventure!”
“Here, we’ll just finish the coffee”
“And we’ll be on our way!”
…

(Song «Where shall we go?» by Mellowcle)

At that moment, the club door swung open unceremoniously, and the guard announced from the doorway:
“Oh, I’ll tell you where to go!”
Len and Rin fell silent in surprise; Miku and Tianyi, who had been accompanying them, also stopped and stared at the guard. Miku thought: “Good thing I convinced the twins to rehearse in their costumes today.”
“Home is where you shall go,” the guard explained. “That’s it, the workday is over, the school is closing.”
“Sorry,” Miku said. “We’re just rehearsing for our performance at tomorrow’s festival… if we only had a little more time…”
“For what?” the guard said. “Would you prepare better in this little more time than in all the time you had so far?”
“He’s right,” Tianyi agreed. “For an exam or public performance no matter how much you prepare you will never feel ready enough anyway. In the Soviet Union we would say: ‘can’t get enough breath before death’.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Miku sighed.
“Alright then, I’m giving you a minute, or I’ll lock you in here,” threatened the guard, timing his watch. “Come on, gone in sixty seconds, the clock starts now.”
Of course, the guard likely wouldn’t have actually locked them in, but the kids didn’t want to test his patience. They hurriedly put away their instruments and grabbed their things.
“Fifty seconds left,” said the guard. “In the meantime, here’s a riddle for you: a character from Greek mythology, punished with unquenchable hunger. Phineus doesn’t fit. Forty seconds.”
“Tantalus,” Len suggested. “Fruit branches are just above him, but whenever he reaches for them, they move away.”
“And he’s neck-deep in water,” Rin added, “but every time he tries to drink, the water recedes.”
“The torment of Tantalus,” the guard nodded in understanding. “Twenty seconds.”
“So is it right or…?” Len asked.
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” said the guard. “Ten seconds.”
“Such intrigue,” Rin remarked.
The children hurried out of the room and quickly headed towards the school exit. The guard, on the other hand, walked back to his post at a measured pace and pulled out the crossword puzzle again. Tan-ta-lus… oh, come on, it doesn’t fit either! The guard glanced out the window. The children had already left, and heavy rain lashed down from the sky.

The Kagamine twins were already on their way home at this point, but that didn’t make being caught in a downpour feel any better. Thunder roared, lightning flashed, the water poured as if from a bucket, and the wind cut right through. If only they’d been naked, maybe it would’ve been tolerable. But the feeling of soaking wet clothes — yuck! The twins tried to run, shielding their heads with their schoolbags, but after a while realized that it was of little use. It was a long way home, and their clothes were already soaked.
“That way!” Len said, pointing to an old abandoned building.
Up close the building appeared to be cordoned with yellow tape. Doing some kind of work here, like trying to repair it? In any case, there were no workers around right now — probably they were hiding somewhere from the rain too. So the twins quietly ducked under the ribbons and slipped inside unimpeded.

Once inside, the twins immediately began peeling off their soggy clothes. The floor was too filthy to lay the clothes on it directly, so they placed their backpacks down first, neatly folding their clothes atop them.
“Is this the place from ghost rumors?” Rin asked, looking around the dark room they were in.
“Don’t tell me you believe in such nonsense?” Len smirked.
“Of course not,” Rin agreed. “Life after death is an oxymoron.”
Once naked, the twins felt much more comfortable. But they’d have to put it all back on to go home, and it would hardly dry here. Or go home naked, grab the clothes in a bunch and carry them in their hands? That would be unwieldy. And they couldn’t just leave them here…
“We need these costumes for tomorrow’s performance,” Len reminded.
“Whatever, we’ll wash and dry them,” said Rin. “Can’t be helped.”
“I was hoping to have time to play Tanks of the World tonight,” Len sighed, “today is the last day of the extra experience event, it’ll end by tomorrow….”
“Ugh, your FOMO games,” Rin shook her head. “They only bring anxiety instead of entertainment. Do you even know the difference between a game and a job?”
“A job would have paid,” Len said, “and if I’m the one paying, then it’s just a game.”
“You have chronical cerebral capitalism,” Rin diagnosed. “A game is what you do not on a schedule given by someone else, but on your own whim, and you do it not for the result, but for the process itself.”
“You sound like Tianyi,” Len noted.
“Because she’s saying the right things,” Rin concluded. “Just like today…”
The twins wandered aimlessly through the maze of empty corridors and rooms. There wasn’t even a place to sit down. Although, even if there were any furniture here, it would’ve been too dusty anyway. It was one thing to walk barefoot on a dirty floor, but it was another to sit on a dusty couch. No thanks.

“The maid café keep their costumes at school,” Len remembered.
“Well, they have costumes especially for the event,” Rin replied.
“I can’t wait to see Piko in a maid outfit!” said Len.
“Indeed,” agreed Rin. “I wonder if semen will be on the menu?”
“Or at least urine,” Len licked his lips.
“If the maids are boys, there must be semen,” Rin said.
“We’ll have to try it for sure,” Len agreed, “Watch out!”
In the darkness they almost tripped over the junk lying on the floor, but Len saw it in time and stopped Rin.
“Thank you,” she said.
“And the computer club is organizing some kind of gaming tournament,” Len continued.
“Talking about your games again?” Rin remarked. “There’ll be so much to see at the festival, and you’re going to spend it behind a screen?”
“What do you want to see at the festival?” Len asked then.
“The drama club is putting on a play after our performance,” said Rin. “Little Red Riding Hood and Bluebeard. I wonder what they’ve cooked up!”
“ So I’ll go to the tournament, and you to the play,” said Len, “and then we’ll tell each other about them.”
“Hey, that’s a good idea,” Rin agreed. “One can’t see everything in time alone, but as a pair of twins we can be in two places at once!”
But for now the twins didn’t risk splitting up, but wandered in the darkness hand in hand so as not to get lost: in the depths of the building they’d gotten into, they couldn’t see any farther than their noses. This time Rin stopped just in time before she bumped into some strange protrusion on the wall that appeared right in front of her. No, it wasn’t a protrusion on the wall, but something attached to it.
“What the hell is that?” Rin was puzzled.
“It’s a bomb,” Len realized as he examined the suspicious object.
“Oh, come on!” Rin couldn’t believe it. “Why would terrorists blow up some derelict?”
“Not terrorists,” said Len. “Demolition workers. Hence the tape. The building is abandoned, so they’re demolishing it,” Len concluded.
“Hmm, might it really be a bomb?” Rin pondered, taking a closer look.
“It is,” Len assured her, “I’ve seen them in a game. Look.”
Len pressed a button and the screen on the bomb lit up. It shone brightly compared to the surrounding darkness, so that the twins could even see each other clearly.
“Ah!” scared Rin squeezed her eyes shut and threw herself into Len’s arms.
“It’s alright,” Len grinned, “If it exploded, we wouldn’t have had time to feel anything.”
“Wouldn’t have had time to feel anything…” Rin absently echoed, pulling away carefully and opening her eyes.
On the white background were large black numbers 88:88. No, those were the empty digits of a seven-segment indicator. The timer did not tick, but waited patiently for the time to be set.
“Does this game of yours…” Rin asked contemplatively, “teach you how to start such a bomb?”
“Sure,” Len nodded, “Why else would there be a bomb in the game?”
“Well, for example, to defuse it,” Rin suggested.
“Nope,” Len shook his head, “Doesn’t teach defusing.”
He thought Rin was going to say that his stupid games only taught destruction. But instead Rin nodded approvingly:
“Just perfect. Then set if for one minute.”
“What a jokester you are,” Len grinned.
He put the numbers 01:00 on the screen, they appeared in yellow with a black outline. All that was left was to start the countdown.
“Can we really run away?” Len hesitated. “After all it’s too little time.”
“We’re not gonna run away,” Rin smiled mischievously, taking her brother’s hand as if not to let him run by himself. “So too little time is exactly what’s needed.”
“For what?..” Len was puzzled. “Defuse? But I said, I don’t know how…”
“To get to feel,” Rin stated, snuggling against his brother again so he could feel her quickened heartbeat, “what it’s like to ‘can’t get enough breath before death’!”
“You’re what?” Len got totally confused. “Suggesting we die?”
“On the contrary,” Rin replied with a gasp. “I’m suggesting we live for a minute.”
“Ah, that’s what it is!” Len finally realized, and his heart synchronized with hers.
He definitely didn’t want to die, much less kill his beloved sister. But a minute to live with her is a totally different matter! Len pressed the button and the background under the yellow numbers changed to red, illuminating the twins with the color of blood.
01:00
“Done,” Len said, snuggling up to his sister. “Gone in sixty seconds.”
00:59
“Still here for fifty-nine!” Rin replied, hugging her brother back.
00:58
“No more future,” Len held his sister by the waist.
00:57
“No more festival,” Rin put her arms around her brother’s back.
00:56
“Even though you wanted to enjoy it so badly,” Len reminded her, his fingers digging into the softness of her thighs.
00:55
“And now I want it even more!” Rin declared, pushing her brother’s thighs apart with her knee.
00:54
“True,” Len agreed, licking his sister’s ear. “Me too.”
00:53
“Because it won’t be,” Rin explained, looking into Len’s eyes.
00:52
“Because there won’t be us,” Len continued, returning the look.
00:51
Tears welled up in their eyes for all that would not happen… but out of that burning pain came a flame of passion for all that would still happen for the rest of
00:50
“Even though we’ve been practicing,” Len sighed.
00:49
“Let’s sing then!” Rin nodded decisively.
00:48
“Today,” Len sang.
00:47
“Here,” Rin joined in.
Every second counted, so they sang at one and a half speed, which turned the song’s mood from relaxed to playful.
00:46
“What to do we will decide.”
00:45
“And for now I’ll set the bomb up.”
00:44
“Go to the movies we’ll never,”
00:43
“Sing karaoke we’ll never,”
00:42
“Let’s see if there’s still time.”
00:41
“Oh, no-no-no, it’s running out!”
00:40
“Then let’s just aimlessly go for some cuddles.”
00:39
“Whatever, we will be dead.”
00:38
“Where shall we go?”
00:37
“Won’t go anywhere!”
00:36
“For today is already over”
00:35
“Out all adventures!”
00:34
“Here, we’ll just finish the timer”
00:33
“And ‘we’ll be on our way’!”
00:32
Ringing laughter poured forth, as did bitter tears.
00:31
Catching their breath, the twins glanced at the timer.
00:30
“Thirty seconds,” said Len.
This schedule wasn’t given to them by someone else.
00:29
“Let’s live each single one of them,” Rin suggested.
They’ve left themselves with a minute to live on their own whim.
00:28
“Savoring how we won’t have anything anymore!” Len added.
The twins absolutely didn’t want to die, they wanted the festival, the concert, the maid-café…
00:27
“And reveling in how great it makes us want!” Rin concluded.
But they doomed themselves to death not for the result, but for the process itself.
00:26
This is what a perfect game should be like! There was no victory or defeat, because defeat itself was victory. There was not even a game over, because the twins would never get to experience it. There was only the entertainment process itself, and the rest of the world became out of reach. There is no fear of missing out when it is impossible to seize. No anxiety when there is no uncertainty. There was only confidence — there will be no future, — and it sharpened the desire for that future to the point of unquenchable pain. This was the real extra experience — not in numbers, but in sensations!
00:25
Unable to stay on their feet, the twins knelt down in front of the bomb that gave them light. Snuggled up to his sister, Len greedily inhaled the scent of rain from her hair. Snuggled up to her brother, Rin buried her fingers in his damp hair.
00:24
Their limbs intertwined like vines, their fingers sliding over each other’s bodies, thoroughly familiar from their fourteen years of life, not in search of something new, but in an a priori futile attempt to hold on to the priceless that they had deliberately discarded, only to feel even more painfully how it’s slipping away.
00:23
For fourteen years of life is just too little.
00:22
No! What fourteen years?
00:21
One minute!
00:20
Twenty seconds!
00:19
And each of them is so gloriously unrepeatable, as it goes away forever!
00:18
The twins pressed into each other fiercely, violently, as if trying to merge into one before the explosion scatters them.
00:17
Len’s lips sucked greedily, thirstily on Rin’s neck. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, drawing pain, drawing blood. But those bruises won’t stay. Won’t be anyone for them to stay on.
00:16
And no matter how hard they pressed together, it wasn’t enough. No matter how passionately they kissed, it wasn’t enough. No matter how ravingly they reveled in the moment… it wasn’t enough.
00:15
This is what it’s really like: “can’t get enough breath before death.”
00:14
And how the twins breathed, oh how they breathed! They greedily inhaled air, life, each other, got dizzy in intoxication, but still felt lacking.
00:13
And how exquisite, how coveted it made each breath!
00:12
Because they knew, there would be no more.
00:11
Because they knew, they wouldn’t have enough.
00:10
Ten seconds — the red light of the screen started pulsating as if trying to escape its own self. In their frenzy the twins fell to the floor, no longer caring how dirty and hard it was.
00:09
With a savory smack, Len drove his steel-hard boner into his sister’s juicing slit. Never had either of them felt such a great arousal, so wonderfully agonizing, so sweetly unbearable.
00:08
Len pounded with all his might as driving a pile, Rin arching from passion and from concrete crumbs scraping the skin off her back. But there was no time to think about comfort, for they already had too little to reach the lusted orgasm.
00:07
Yes, it won’t come, there’ll be no satisfaction, only desire itself, infinitely sharp in its insatiability. The twins deprived themselves from everything they desperately wanted to enjoy the very want, the very despair. “Ah, just what in the world have we done to ourselves…” Rin enthused.
00:06
“Not Tantalus…” she hurriedly gasped between moans. “Tantalus… reached out… but couldn’t grasp.”
00:05
“And Erysichthon could!” Rin concluded and wrapped all of her limbs around Len, even if letting all her weight now on the concrete crumb, but to taste more, more of her beloved brother. Tears of pain spurted from her eyes, and Len greedily licked them up, trying not to miss a single drop, a single bit of his beloved sister.
00:04
Len understood what she meant. For it’s all right here, — the most desirable, — in your very arms, does not withdraw, eagerly gives itself to you. But the torture’s so exquisite because that isn’t helping. No matter how much you take, you want more, you need more, you physically require more! And then Erysichthon devoured himself.
00:03
When Len lit the bomb’s screen, Rin became acutely aware that she wasn’t ready to die. Having given herself a minute to prepare, she now felt it all the more acutely. No, now they both felt it. They should have set it to two, five, ten minutes… in truth they shouldn’t have blown themselves up at all!
00:02
Reveling in their own heartrending regret, the twins rushed toward each other. Just one more kiss, just one more moment!
00:01
Their lips barely had time to touch…
00:00
But they didn’t have time to feel it.

Amazing, I quite like the story. However, it's a mild shame that they didn't make it to the festival as from what little was said about it sounded quite fun.

>>27503
Thank you!
But as for the festival, for all we know the cum and urine at the maid café is just how the twins are imagining it because of their unique innocence.

I genuinely can't comprehend how you consistently manage to find the right words in the right order, to make sparks fly out of my brain. I don't know how, but you found the password for infinite ecstasy glitch, every one of your fucking stories is a mythical pull, I'm constantly shivering from the sheer uncontainable emotion as I read them

We live in one country and the general thought that we might've unknowingly crossed paths at some point somewhere makes me feel starstruck LOVE YOU

>>28762
>>28762
Wow. It looks like you know your way with words way better than I do. Now I feel sorry I can't give you a more eloquent response than a simple thank you. And that I haven't written any new stories in a while. But I'm happy to hear how much you're enjoying them.

>>22158
Do you take MLP requests?

>>28774
As in My Little Pony?
Nope, sorry, haven't watched it and not really interested.

>>28778
Did you know they released humanized versions and a high school?

>>28875
That sounds even less interesting tbh.

>>26925
This story is still living in my head rent free, more than a year on. Guess that shows how well written it is.

>>30298
It has moved out of my head long ago as something petty and inferior. Hearing it has found a new home is surprising and confusing, to be honest, but I guess also kinda nice, so thank you.

Today I was reminded that I had this old story that I never posted because I intended to continue it, but in the end never did... its part 1 kinda works as a finished story, so might as well post it as is. There's also a couple of written paragraphs of part 2.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83522671

==Ascension==
(Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, casual consensual guro, amputation)

Part 1.

Rin woke up in bed lying next to her twin brother. Her whole body ached, but she couldn’t quite figure why. She tried to stretch herself, but something was wrong. Her limbs weren’t moving. Damn, was she having a sleep paralysis? It happened to her a few times before and was a very unpleasant experience. It was like being trapped in a nightmare while being aware of it, but instead of helping that awareness only made it worse, because Rin would strain all of her willpower to wake up and still couldn’t, which caused her to panic. She could already feel her chest tightening in panic right now.
Len! Len was right there next to her. If only she could somehow call out for him. She knew it was futile in her current state, but the panic made her try it anyway. She looked at her brother and called his name. Instead, only a cough came out of her mouth. Wait, could one cough in sleep paralysis? Maybe she was just dreaming of coughing? But to her surprise Len heard her cough and faced her. Or was it also a part of the dream?
“Ah, you’re finally awake”, he smiled. “You’ve been sleeping for a couple days straight, I even started worrying”.
Rin stared at him in confusion.
“Uh-huh, not even last night’s storm could wake you”, he chuckled. “How do you feel anyway?”
Len sat up on the bed and Rin discovered that she could actually turn her head to follow him. Was paralysis over? She tried to move her limbs again, but those still did not obey her. It was all so confusing. What was real and what was a dream? Rin tried to speak again. This time her voice actually worked, even though somewhat hoarse.
“I can’t move”, Rin said worriedly.
“You bet you can’t”, Len smirked.
He stood up from the bed and Rin could once more follow him with a turn of her head, yet all her limbs remained motionless no matter how much force she applied into them. She couldn’t see anything funny about it at all. Why was Len so smug about it? Was it his doing in the first place?
“Why can’t I move?” she demanded with urgency.
“It’s not that you can’t move”, Len was still grinning, “you just don’t have anything to move”.
It must have been a dream after all. Because Len’s words made no sense. It must have been her own sleeping brain just smashing random words together. Once more Rin strained to wake up. Maybe if she tried just a little bit more… no, still no good.
“Len, I’m scared”, Rin was almost ready to cry. “I’m really, really scared”.
“You really don’t remember a thing, do you?” Len sighed. “Alright, calm down, I’ll show you”.
Len kneeled down and took something from under the bed. When he stood up again, under his armpits he was holding… severed limbs?.. a full set of two arms and two legs. Okay, this surreal scene left no doubt, it was definitely all a dream.
“Wake up”, she told herself aloud, “wake up!”
“It’s not a dream, Rin”, Len said softly. “Don’t you recognize these?”
He showed her the hands and foots of the severed limbs more closely. Both had the same yellow nail polish Rin always used.
“What?” Rin’s mind still had trouble comprehending it. “They’re… mine?”
“They are”, Len confirmed. “Or they used to be anyway”.
“It means…” Rin slowly started to grasp the situation, “you’ve cut off my limbs?”
“That’s right”, Len nodded. “The reason you can’t move your arms and legs is because you don’t have them”.
“This is… this is…” Rin gasped for air as the realization overwhelmed her, “this is hilarious!” she burst into laughter.
“I’m glad you like it”, Len smiled, putting the severed limbs away.
“This is the craziest prank ever!” Rin said through laughter. “Such a thing would have never come to my mind!”
“Is that so?” Len chuckled.
“But how have you managed to do it in my sleep?” Rin wondered, her anxiety having been completely replaced by cheerfulness. “Have you put me under some kind of anesthesia? Is that why you said I was sleeping for days?”
“I didn’t do it in your sleep”, Len replied. “And it’s not exactly a prank. Or at least I don’t think so”.
“What do you mean?” Rin asked. “Why would you do such a thing if not for a prank?”
“That’s something I wanted to ask you”, Len said. “After all, it was your idea in the first place”.
“My idea?” Rin got confused.
She tried to remember yesterday… or rather whatever day it was when she was awake the last time. But for some reason all she could remember was the weather being good.
“You looked so fascinated when I’ve cut your first limb off”, Len said. “Mumbled something about dissolving clouds”.
“Clouds…” Rin strained her memory again. “Ah, of course, clouds!”
Finally, she remembered everything.

The twins were lazing around at their front lawn, as the weather on that day was just too nice not to do so. They were lying naked right on the grass, only Rin was lying on her back while Len was lying on his stomach at her legs and eating her pussy. He did so very gently, aiming not to excite his sister, but quite the contrary to add to her relaxation. It was like a soothing massage to accompany the sensation of the pleasantly cool ground under her and the vast borderless sky above. The sky took up all of Rin’s field of view, as if there was nothing else in the world but the sky, and even she herself was yet another white and fluffy cloudlet. As she watched other clouds just like her calmly float through the sky and dissolve into it, Rin imagined herself dissolving too, and it brought her a surprising feeling of freedom.
“Hey, Len”, Rin said in a dreamy tone, raising herself a little by pushing against the ground with her elbows. “Could you please cut my limbs off?”
“What?” Len drew back from his sister’s pussy and stared at her in confusion.
“My limbs”, Rin repeated, proceeding to sit up fully, while Len rose to a kneeling position in front of her. “My arms”, Rin said tracing with index fingers of both arms the lines of cut on her shoulders, “and my legs”, she made a similar demonstration, “cut all of them off”.
“Okay”, Len said, catching on to the essence of Rin’s request. “Why?”
“How about I’ll tell you if you do it?” Rin suggested playfully.
“I guess you’re not leaving me a choice”, Len chuckled. “I’m too intrigued now”.
“Good”, Rin smiled before standing up from the ground and offering Len a hand. “Let’s go”.

Blood was splattering onto both of the twins and all around the room. Good thing they were both naked and chose to do it in the bathroom. But while that would help with subsequent cleaning, nothing could help against the pain. Writhing in agony Rin would have been hitting her head against the floor, has she not foreseen it and put a pillow underneath: after all, she wanted to have her limbs cut off, not her skull crushed. Or at least that was what she wanted before the procedure started. As soon as Len started sawing, she was in too much pain to know what she wanted anymore. She couldn’t think straight enough to remember why she had to endure this pain, or to even question it. She just wished for it to be over soon, but it took time for Len to saw through her muscles and bones and muscles again, and Rin was screaming like a banshee as the pain was getting worse and worse. Then, after the first limb, her left arm, was cut off completely, Len proceeded to sear the cut with a gas burner, which brought Rin to an entirely new level of pain. She couldn’t even scream anymore, having lost her voice, and was just making wheezing sounds. Such inability to properly voice her suffering only made it worse. The unbearable pain has broken her ability to perceive time, so it felt like the torture was going on forever, until suddenly infinity was over and it stopped.
“There, there”, Len said soothingly, turning the burner off. “All done here”.
Rin was just opening and closing her mouth without a sound like a fish, gulping air and tears that were smeared all over her face. It was still hurting like hell, but the pain subdued just enough for Rin to be able to control her body again. She strained to focus her teary eyes on her brother.
“So how do you like it?” he asked. “Is this what you wanted?”
She wanted this? Of course, there had to be a reason she was going through it after all. Now that at least a portion of her mind was freed from pain, Rin tried to remember why she would want such a thing.
She turned her head left and saw her arm still lying there on the floor just next to her. If something were to cover the gap, it would have looked like the arm was still properly attached to the shoulder. It’s fully relaxed form conveyed comfort even.
Rin tried to lift her arm. She tried to bend her elbow. She tried to move her fingers one by one and then clench her fist. She tried at least to tense any muscle in her arm. She truly went full force on it.
And nothing. No matter what she did and how much effort put into it, the arm didn’t move a single millimeter. Her own arm was completely out of her control now. It wasn’t even really hers anymore.
A part of Rin that she was always taking for granted, that it never before this day occurred to her she could at some point lose, was now gone. It felt almost surreal, as if her very existence was reduced. And not in the meaning of incompleteness, but in the meaning of becoming less existent.
“Are you okay?” Len asked.
“Like a dissolving cloud”, Rin mouthed half-aloud, still half buried in her own thoughts.
“What?” Len didn’t understand. “So do you still want me to cut off your remaining limbs or not?” he specified.
Did she? If experiencing this pain even once made her forget what she was doing it for, Rin wondered what would happen if she went through it three more times? Thinking about it made her want to go through it regardless of her desire to part with her limbs, just to see what other tricks unbearable pain would do to her mind.
“Yes”, she whispered with a hoarse voice and smiled in anticipation.
And true to her expectation as soon as the saw dug into her flesh again, the overwhelming pain filled her mind, pushing out all the other thoughts, including her very curiosity about this effect.
When Len was sawing through Rin’s right arm, she once more forgot why she could have possibly wished for this, but now she didn’t even have any strength left to endure it without questions. Whatever cutting off her limbs was trying to achieve, it couldn’t possibly be worth such anguish, so even with her voice gone Rin was desperately trying to convey to her brother that she has changed her mind and wanted him to stop. “I really don’t want this”, her expression was telling, “trust me, I mean it!” But he did trust her, so he kept sawing.
When Len was sawing through Rin’s right leg, she forgot that it was her idea at all, she couldn’t understand why Len, the closest person she had in the world, her other half, would do such a cruel thing to her. And that made it hurt even more, not only in her body, but in her very soul. “Why are you doing this to me, my dear brother?” her expression was telling. “Do you not love me?” But he did love her, so he kept sawing.
When Len was sawing through Rin’s left leg, she couldn’t comprehend what was happening at all anymore, only that it was bringing her excruciating pain. She didn’t even remember her own name, as her whole existence became nothing but pain. The only thing she knew except for the pain was that there was someone who cared for her called Len, someone who would never allow her to go through such suffering. “Where are you, Len?” her expression was telling. “I need you so much!” But Len was there for her, so he kept sawing.
And then Rin was out of limbs. The very concept of pain being able to end has already escaped her mind, so it subsiding even a little bit became such a shock that she passed out.

“Alright then!” Rin said cheerfully after returning from her memories. “Bring me a mirror… the bigger one, I want to see my new self!”
Len nodded and took their wall mirror off the wall before climbing onto the bed standing and holding the mirror horizontally above his sister.
“Like what you see?” Len asked.
“There aren’t even stumps”, Rin said in fascination. “You’ve really done a good job!”
“Thanks”, Len replied. “Now I just wish to know what for”.
“Well, look at this!” Rin said.
Len looked, but nothing was happening.
“Can’t you see”, Rin smirked. “I’m showing a peace sign! Double peace sign actually!”
Len didn’t fully understand, but nodded nonetheless.
“And now I’m playing with my pussy”, Rin giggled. “It’s so wet!”
Len could see that it was wet indeed. His sister was excited in all senses.
“Now watch me do the bicycle exercise!” Rin declared.
“Careful not to kick the mirror”, Len caught her mood, raising the mirror a bit.
“Ah, this is all so funny!” Rin beamed with joy. “I’ve just kicked you in the balls! And now I’m clapping my hands! Oh, and how about this? If I grab my ankle with my hand, I can pull my foot up all the way to my mouth and suck on my toes!” she said, licking her lips. “Both legs and arms are used in this!”
“But can you put your feet behind your head?” Len suggested.
“Ha-ha, I couldn’t do it before, but what’s going to stop me now?” Rin chuckled. “Here you go”, she said, raising her head, “one foot… and the other!”
Again and again Rin kept coming up with all the different ways she could move her limbs: broadly or precisely, all together, in pairs, or one by one, whole limbs or each separate digit, synchronically and directedly or chaotically and randomly. For each and every of those movements, no matter how simple or complicated, Rin was not merely imagining them in her mind, but instead was earnestly giving her limbs all the corresponding commands. And regardless of how many times it led to the same result of those commands not getting executed because there were simply no limbs to execute them, it never failed to fascinate Rin and make her laugh. She felt like she could continue this amusing game forever, but eventually Len got tired of holding the mirror.
“Too bad”, Rin sighed, restoring her breath after all the laughter. “I was just warming up”.
“Must be nice”, Len envied, as he stepped down from the bed and put the mirror away. “If you have no arms, they can’t get tired”.
“Ha-ha, true!” Rin agreed. “But you know what the best part is?”
“What?”
“That no matter what I do, nothing happens!” she spoke in sheer delight. “In a way it’s like I don’t exist at all!”
“So this is why you wanted me to cut off your limbs?” Len asked.
“Yes”, Rin said. “I have no control over anything now and it makes me feel wonderfully free. I can’t even sustain my own existence, I’m like an ephemeral being that can disappear at any moment. Not even a human anymore, but… how to put it…”
“Something less?” Len suggested. “Or something more?”
“Both”, Rin replied. “Something less in quantity of existence, which in turn makes me something more in quality of it. I’ve lost something material — my limbs, but instead received something immaterial — limblessness. This way my very being ascends one step above materialness towards immaterialness”.
“Like a cloud?” Len recalled her mentioning something like that.
“Indeed”, Rin agreed. “Like a fluffy white cloud that floats up in the sky above any earthly concerns, exaltedly free to have no control over even its own fleeting existence, as the wind pushes it around and tears it apart”.
“You’re definitely torn apart”, Len laughed. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it now, because while I was cutting you up you looked like you had changed your mind”.
“Well, it’s because back then I really had”, Rin laughed too. “The pain was so unbearable that I literally couldn’t bear it and actually broke!”
“I’m not sure even the word ‘broke’ makes it justice”, Len chuckled, “you should have seen your face back then…”
“Oh!” Rin earnestly tried to rise up in excitement, forgetting that it was impossible, even got confused for a moment why it didn’t work, and when she realized why she burst into laughter.
“What?” Len asked.
“I’d love to see my face back then”, Rin said. “Have you filmed it by any chance?”
“You hadn’t said anything about filming”, Len made a helpless gesture.
“Yeah”, Rin sighed. “I hadn’t thought about how painful it would be. Though if I had, I’d opt for using some sort of anesthesia after all, so in the end it’s good that I hadn’t!”
“Huh, I guess all is well that ends well”, Len concluded.
“It totally ended well”, Rin confirmed. “I’m so glad you continued even after I changed my mind”.
“But you told me you’d only reveal why you wanted it done if I actually do it”, Len reminded her. “Nothing could stop me after that!”
“True!” Rin said and the twins laughed in unison.
Until suddenly their laughter was interrupted by Rin’s belly growling.
“Ah”, Len realized. “After sleeping for days you must be hungry as a wolf and thirsty too”.
“Well, that’s easy to solve”, Rin said. “All I have to do is go to the kitchen and cook something up, right?” she chuckled.
“Come on, Rin, stop”, Len was choking with laughter, “I can’t laugh any more!”
“Just take my hand and help me get on my feet, will you?” Rin continued mercilessly.
“I’ll just go bring you something, okay?” Len was wiping his tears, as he headed out of the room. “Just wait here for a moment”.
“Won’t go anywhere”, Rin grinned.
Len returned soon with a tray, on which there was a plate with a sliced banana topped with semen and a cup with a mix of orange juice and urine.
“Ah, there you are,” Rin said. “I need your help”.
“What is it?” Len asked, putting the tray aside for now.
“It’s itching and I can’t reach to scratch it”, Rin complained.
“No problem”, Len nodded. “Where does it itch?”
“On my leg!” Rin said and burst into laughter.

Part 2 (unfinished)

And that was how Rin’s life as a banal human being ended, and instead started her life as something higher — a quadruple amputee. She had never felt so free before. Free from her own existence, which was now entirely out of her hands. Whatever happened to her from now on was whatever was done to her, not something she could do herself. Even her very survival fully depended on others, only someone else could put food and water in her mouth. Of course, such a someone was always there for her, it was Len, her other half who would never abandon her. He had proven how unwavering his devotion was more than enough by keeping sawing off her limbs regardless of how much even she herself begged him to stop. But whether or not there was actually someone to care for her or not, she reveled in the very notion that it was out of her control.
Rin was perfectly fine with her entire remaining life consisting of nothing but lying there all day long and occasionally being fed by Len only for the sake of her continuing such empty life of hers. Rin loved fun more than anything, and knew that she would sincerely hate this hopeless boredom, but the very sincerity of that hatred would only emphasize how helpless her limbless state was, and this feeling of helplessness was exactly what she was after. The fact that even if she would be put through experiences she couldn’t stand in the slightest, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it in the least, was in itself Rin’s greatest fun.
However, to her pleasant surprise Rin discovered that an amputee’s life didn’t have to be boring at all. Just the usual cuddling and sex with her brother became so much more fun when Rin didn’t have any arms or legs to return the embrace no matter how much she longed to. But Len didn’t stop at just that, he has grown to love playing with his sister’s new form too and was constantly coming up with new ways to do so. Rin’s life became full of all sorts fun that she couldn’t even imagine before.
Just in bed alone Len has found several new uses for Rin. Since she could now fit not only along the bed’s length, but also across it, Len could use her in place of a pillow to put under his head in his sleep. Rin enjoyed how it functionally reduced her to an inanimate object, further lessening the extent of her existence, and joked about how nice it must have felt for Len to have a cloud for a pillow.
At other times Len would put her in a similar way but on the other end of the bed, thus resting his feet on top of her. Having her brother’s feet so close, their smell assaulting her nostrils all night, ignited in Rin an irrepressible urge to lick them, but they stayed just out of reach driving her crazy. Unless by a stroke of blind lick Len happened to tumble in his sleep just the right way for his foot to end up on her face. For Rin such an occasion was a true godsend, yet at the same time it only made her urge burn worse on the other nights, fueled by the hope of knowing it was actually possible. But of course, having no control over it was all the fun.
Another thing Len would do was putting some sort of vibrator in his sister’s pussy and leaving it turned on no matter how many times she orgasmed. Rin couldn’t imagine it before, but apparently too much pleasure was not pleasant at all. Every time she would start by actually enjoying it, but with each subsequent orgasm her mind became overloaded with the unstoppable sensation, until she started crying and begging Len to stop it. Of course, he already knew well what he had to do when his sister begged him to stop. He smiled at her and turned the vibrator to full power. And Rin loved it when he did so, because it reminded her of his devotion when he was sawing off her limbs.
Although after Rin told Len how the uncertainty enhanced her experience as a foot rest, he changed the rules and would occasionally comply with Rin’s cries and actually remove the vibrator. Knowing that her begging could actually work made it all the more earnest and desperate. And sometimes Len would go even further in teasing Rin, promising her he would remove the vibrator after she has a certain number of orgasms. Rin then tried her best to achieve that, even if her only means to do so was to clench her pussy around the vibrator, and the orgasms themselves were at this point climaxes not of pleasure, but of torture. Essentially, Len made Rin strive for her own anguish out of her own will. And of course whether or not he kept his promise of removing the vibrator afterwards was entirely up to his whim. This game quickly became Rin’s favorite.

>>30401
https://youtu.be/hIsN3DZsAxI

I was laughing hysterically because of this video and because throughout the entire thing I was thinking that it will end with Rin saying "amogus"

>>30416
Sir, this is a place for intellectual erotic grotesque gooning, not whatever brainrot that is.

Awesome

>>30449
Thank you!