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[X] – Take the green pill.
--[X] - Reisen's opinion?
The sub option was added because at least 1/3rd of votes supported it.
You’ve been given no reason so far to doubt Eirin or her medicine. However, even if you’ve decided not to reject everything that’s happened as a dying hallucination, that doesn’t necessarily mean leaping blindly into everything. Something about this nags at you, and you find yourself looking to Reisen. The bunny-girl definitely seems like she has something to say. “Reisen? What’s on your mind?”
She seems surprised by the question, and takes a few moments to say anything. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just thinking about the medication that Master gives me.”
Eirin nods. “You may have guessed I’m older than I might appear, Ramirez, but the same applies to Udonge here. As it happens, she’s had some military experiences too, some of which she would rather forget.” She motions to the tray of pills. “I’ve been giving the green pill to her since I determined its safety and effectiveness, and it is quite safe… and marvelously effective.” In contrast to the doctor’s calm, almost bemused manner, Reisen’s cheeks light up red.
“That’s right,” She agrees, nodding her head slightly and refusing to meet your eyes. This doesn’t exactly help to put you at ease, although you have another little suspicion about the effects of this medication. Well, you can’t say anything that happens wouldn’t be a big improvement over what you just went through, and maybe you deserve a few nice dreams.
“I guess I can pay you back by being your test subject, Doc,” You say with a soft grin. “I’ll try the green pill, see how it works for humans.”
She seems pleased, and not especially surprised, by your decision. “Very well. Udonge will stay and attend you, even when I’m away on other matters. If you wake up unexpectedly, make sure to call for her.” She stands and motions for you to sit up, which you do with more effort than you were expecting it to take. “Oh, and I’ll take you up on your offer; report what sort of dreams you have in detail.” You see something in her eyes again, just a moment’s flicker.
First, you take the nutrition pills, and then the green pill. Finally, you swallow the sleeping tablets, and within moments the weight that presses you down begins to intensify. Eirin and Reisen stand over you as you lie back, and to your weary eyes they are as beautiful as angels. Reisen takes your hand and holds it, just as Yukari did. “Sleep tight,” Eirin whispers and then takes her leave. It doesn’t take you long at all to drift off.
The world that you still subconsciously think of as reality begins to close in again. First, there is a distant din, that increases, getting louder and more cacophonous. Gunfire, explosions, human screaming, from all directions, bore into your skull. The noises reach a crescendo and you hear yourself screaming, too, but then, the tide begins to wash back out. The horrible symphony recedes until you can hear nothing but dull thumps and a crackle that you know isn’t thunder.
You’re in a concrete tunnel, with dim lights, and piled with wounded men. Your gear’s back, dumped neatly beside your little mattress. Trying to move or even crane your neck to look around is fruitless. You don’t feel any pain and, as far as you can tell, you aren’t actually hurt. Figures, faceless and armored, pass by like ghosts.
Out of the darkness, somebody materializes, standing over you. She’s in combat uniform, too, but you quickly recognize her long, flowing white hair. “Eirin,” You say, looking into her eyes. The tunnel’s grimy and dirty, blood covers prone bodies around you, but none of that corruption sticks to her. It’s like she’s been pasted into the scene, every ounce of her radiance left intact.
She wears the same bemused smile she had while giving you the medication. She looks you over, and then, without saying a word, reaches down and begins shedding clothing. You watch, breath hitching in your throat as nylon and cotton falls away to reveal pale, soft skin. Underneath the jacket, she’s wearing absolutely nothing, and her wonderful, huge breasts are soon exposed to the open air. She’s precisely what you expected of the real thing, given how her body strained against that blue and white dress, possessed with thick, womanly curves.
You’ve had a young and sheltered life, for an American, but by God if you didn’t know what to do. Through force of will, your arms finally move, allowing you to fumble with your own uniform while Eirin slips her pants down. She bends forward, but underneath her hanging bust you see her thighs meet in a valley of snow-white.
Still silent and determined, Eirin kneels beside you. You’re too slow in wriggling out of your clothing, and she gives you a hand, pulling your pants off. You’re acutely aware of your erection, and your penis is begging to be let free, making you forget any lingering shyness you might have. She tugs your boxers off and regards your body, deep eyes drinking in every intimate detail.
Swept up in the intensity of the moment, you speak, again calling out her name. “Eirin…” You reach out for her, and as if sensing your intent, she leans closer, allowing you to cup her face. Her cheek is smooth and cool against your dry skin, and such a small contact sends a shiver down her body. Another moment passes, and she draws even closer. Your eyes shut as she kisses you, and you swear it lasts forever.
Of course, it doesn’t, and your lips part, eyes sliding open and seeing her mature face now imbued with lively red. Your hand slides down her, to her shoulder, and you lean forward, trailing your tongue down her cheek, chin, neck, collarbone… she lets out a noise, quiet, but the first she’s made and a very encouraging sign. As if you needed any; you arrive at her heavenly breasts and your tongue finds one of her swollen pink nipples.
You suckle as a child would, hungry for her, and her cries get louder. She drowns out everything but her and you, chest rising and falling with her hammering heartbeat and stuttering breaths. Without words, she encourages you to keep doing this, without stopping or slowing down or weakening, as long as you can. Your hand reaches her back as if to hold her close, but she’s not moving away.
A new sensation runs its course and you realize, glancing down, that she has your cock in one of her unbearably soft hands. She runs her loose grip up and down your shaft, and you feel as you’ve never felt before in your life. This only adds urgency to your suckling, and she incoherently sings your praises.
Stimulated well past what you thought possible in your narrow, inexperienced world, you have little resistance to her attention or its effect. Tension mounts and you strain to last, every second, but oh God-
Your eyes snap open and you gasp, sucking in air and sputtering around on your little hospital bed in your little hospital room. In an instant, you have been coldly robbed of release, even if, as your waking mind realizes, it was all a figment and an illusion. It was very potent, and you know you’re still rock-hard and literally shaking in your gown.
You also know Reisen is standing over you, worry etched into her youthful-seeming brow. She reaches out with her damp cloth, wiping away some of the sweat that you hadn’t felt until now. “You’re alright,” She murmurs to you in her best gentle, soft voice, and it works; after a while, you calm yourself.
Well, most of yourself. Shifting to get a little cover from the blanket and your gown, you don’t necessarily want Reisen to see your erection. You try to speak and it comes out garbled, and so you force yourself to breathe, deeply.
Moments pass, and then Reisen chuckles. “You were making quite a bit of noise, although it didn’t sound so… horrible this time.” She glances towards the wall for a moment and then leans a little closer. “That means the medication worked, right? As intended?”
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DEMOCRACY IN ACTION
[ ] – Confide in Reisen.
[ ] – Wait to tell Eirin.