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*behind a charming wood door carved with the image of a fork and knife lies a sumptuous bakery, walls lined with shelves upon shelves of fresh bread and pastries warm from the oven. a massive glass case in the center offers serve-yourself slices of cake and pie, surrounded by small tables and comfy chairs to enjoy them on. upon entering, some may find themselves robbed of their sense of smell and taste, unable to enjoy the rich flavors the room has to offer... but in turn, may find that those who can have developed an irresistible flavor of their own.*
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*killua heads straight back to his cabin after his encounter with kalluto in melody's field, anxious for some alone time. the flame ignited by their proximity is still burning bright inside him, clouding his head with smoky desire. he sighs as he slips into the room and slumps against the door, smoothing a hand down his shirt again as if it were still riding up, still feeling exposed and raw as a live wire.

he flops into the center of his spacious bed, sinking into the blankets with a groan. the weight of his hand feels good on his chest, feels better the lower he slides it. his toes curl as it slips beneath his shirt to touch his bare stomach, the strike of skin-against-skin still iron-hot in his mind. he can't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't stopped, back in the field -- if he'd been allowed to peel back more of kalluto's layers and feel him all against him, around him, inside him. the heat spreads from their point of contact to the furthest reaches of his body, pulsing under his palm.

he knows, with a guilty twinge that cramps his stomach muscles beneath his fingers, that he shouldn't be thinking this way about his brother, but has that ever stopped him when it came to his sister? he doesn't need to venture lower to find he's already hopelessly hard. he mutters a curse under his breath, indecisively thumbing the waistband of his shorts.*

fuck...
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*pairo forgot a key detail when he made plans to hang out with alluka after meeting at the mall. he never asked for directions to her cabin, and unfortunately with his poor eyesight, the placards are no help at all. after wandering the hallway hoping to fortuitously stumble into her, he makes his way back to kurapika's cabin and peeks in the door with his head hung in defeat.*

kurapika... could you help me get somewhere?
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*the room is still dark, the morning light not yet leaked in from behind the draping curtains over killua's cabin window when the slightest whisper of a sound rouses him from his satisfied slumber. his eyes open at once, pupils stretched wide and catlike in the dim room, and with a silent, languid ease he untangles his limbs from alluka's, taking one last draw of sweet breath from her tangled hair before slipping out of bed and over to the door to investigate. it appears a letter has been slipped beneath the crack, which he slices open with a deft claw and reads, quirking a brow beneath his bedraggled bangs.*

alluka, *he murmurs as he slips back into bed beside her, curling his near-naked body close to hers to soak in her warmth once again. the shirt he'd leant her has fallen aside, collar exposing a shoulder which he now strokes, skin warm and bare and covered in last night's kisses.* alluka, wake up. it's your big day.
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[Alluka makes her way to the room she had been partially living her life in. As soon as she steps past the threshold, something horrible and violating dawns on her.

A Zoldyck's refined scent, but not just the one of her mate. In here?! Her own territory? The sanctuary where she felt most at peace? She samples at the air with her nose and is led to the beanbag where Kalluto recently laid, a place where her own scent was already weak. She furrows her eyebrows, her ears tilt back, her fur bristles, and her nose wrinkles as an uncharacteristic growl rises from her throat.]

He came here to trample on my things and take me back to Mama, didn't he?!

[She can't let him have his way without protest. She throws her body into the beanbag, rolling around and rubbing her face against it to distribute her natural scent over Kalluto's expensive perfume. It doesn't work the greatest, as his scent is formulated to last. Alluka groans in despair, hoping that if she uses this seat enough it'll go away.]

I'm never going back..!
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*killua sighs as he walks down the hall to gon's cabin, rapping his knuckles on the door in the secret pattern they'd invented. he's got a half-empty bottle of soda with him, which he sips while he waits for gon to barrel over to the door and let him in so he can tell him about his plan.*
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Hey, Killua! I wanna show you this really cool room I found! But first, it's going to be pretty far. I have an idea, though! Why don't we use your skateboards?

[So they did -- Now they're coasting down the hallway, Gon on Killua's old skateboard and Killua on his new one, and the only sound is the drone of wheels rolling underfoot. It's a bit boring, staring at the same ground for a long time, but when they spot the outstretched door Gon leads the way all the way down to it.]

Now, before you go in, you're gonna wanna close your eyes and take a deep breath or you'll get really dizzy!

[He enters the door and is met with a stone room lit by torches. The exit is obscured by a waterfall. Gon takes one look at Killua and smiles before leaping through the waterfall, coming out a Rockruff on the other side.]

Come on out! I wanna see what you turn into!
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*killua moves swiftly down the hallway with alluka in tow, taking her far away from the dastardly elevator that made her and leorio lose their minds. unable to place the blame on either of them, and with no concrete way to punish the airship itself, his hatred turns inwards, his heart beating on the walls of his chest in agony for failing his sister once again. his only consolation is that he got there soon enough to stop them from going any further than they already had.

his feet instinctively take him back to his own room, where he shuts the two of them inside and sits on the edge of the huge king-sized bed, still holding alluka in his arms, unwilling to let her go just yet after what's happened. his gut still throbs with an unfocused yearning, but all that matters now is making sure that his sister is okay.

cradling her head to his shoulder, killua buries his face in alluka's silky mane of hair and apologizes for his shortcomings as her protector -- as her brother.*

alluka... i'm so sorry. i wasn't there to protect you again...
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Frustrated at ending up in the same bedroom again, Leorio walked with Alluka for what seemed like hours, before finally finding what he was looking for.

An elevator! Great! I can take it down to the gondola. Every airship has a gondola, and then I can find whoever's in charge down there.

The down arrow glowed white after he pressed it. He could hear the humming of the elevator coming up to meet them. Leorio hadn't noticed he was still holding Alluka's hand after leading her around.

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 Sometimes I wish there was more to do than wander around. Bisky said to herself in annoyance. It felt as though it was the only thing she could do. One can only spend so much time in their own cabin before going stir crazy. In honesty she was desperate for some kind of interaction with someone. Anyone at this point. Yet they all seemed to be doing other things in other strange rooms.

She strode past a lone door when she heard a soft click. She halted in her step and looked back slightly at the door. What had been a blank door now had a small metallic plaque with neon blue lettering that read
Cloning Room. A cloning room? This wasn’t here a moment ago. Bisky allowed her curiosity to take over and guide her into the room. Which first led into a metal chamber. Two large class tubes at the center connected by some kind of machine.

Upon closer inspection Bisky could see it was in front of a wall. The wall having a hall connected, that lead to a recreational area. Private rooms with a central sitting area. She could hear water, wondering if there was a pool or hot tub hidden among the items.

The two tubes had a set of instructions on them. Reading simply, The cloning machine will duplicate an individual to near perfection. Simply step into the right pod and press the button. In less than a moment your double will emerge from the left pod. There is no limit to amount of clones can be produced. (Warning, clones may display different personality or emotions than the original host.)
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Next to Killua's cabin was Alluka's, featuring pastel pink walls and a gray carpet. Her wall was covered in Paramore posters and her much more manageably sized twin bed sits in the corner of the room with a sheer canopy draped over it. A smaller amount of plushies than she's used to adorn the room, most of them being cats of different shapes and sizes. In the other corner of the room is a desk with a CD player and a pair of headphones on top. On the ground next to the desk is a big rack of CDs.

[Alluka and Killua spent the rest of the day recovering in Killua's cabin. The next day, however, Alluka decides she wants to investigate the cabins and find her own. Conveniently enough, the two of them discover it right next to Killua's right away. Excited, Alluka steps in, her head turning.]

Woah.. It's so...plain. Not overwhelming like my bedroom. I like it!
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*killua wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, head pounding and mouth dry as the greed island desert. alluka is beside him, still asleep, and he carefully extricates himself from her so he can sit up and inspect his surroundings warily. impressions of the previous night come back in reverse as he scans the room, the memory of stumbling upon a door with his name, the quivering warmth of alluka's flesh against his lips as he kissed and tickled her, her grinding weight upon his lap, the intoxicating taste of a drink, and another, and another, and another... his gaze falls on his undone jeans, on her disheveled, sleeping form, and it's all too clear what they'd done. he gulps, throat so tight he sputters and coughs, and dives toward the mini fridge beside the bed to search for a bottle of water to drown his guilt.*
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*when gon beckons killua into the aquarium room he's just found, killua expects to be able to walk up to the glass and watch the fish with him, not be teleported to the other side of it. his heart jolts into high gear as he thrashes about, knowing he didn't take a proper breath to hold before he found himself deep underwater. he tries to kick his feet to bring himself to the surface high above, but his legs seem to be bound together, and when he looks down, eyes wide with mortal panic, he realizes why.

they've been replaced with a long, glittering, fish tail.

the air he'd been desperately holding in his lungs escapes in a rush of bubbles from a couple of frilled vents along his ribs, and as he draws in a gasp of surprise, the water glides into them, bringing oxygen back to his brain. able to think clearly again, he blinks in wonder at the strange new appendage and manages to use it to push himself through the water and meet gon at the glass, holding his hand up to his through the barrier.*
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*a new door opens to what appears to be a chill lounge space, decorated with comfy couches and potted plants, complemented by low club lighting with neon accents. one of the walls is lined with freestyle machines, which can dispense any combination of drink and flavor syrup -- but unbeknownst to those who enter, all of it is spiked.

killua heads over to the machines at once, tapping at one of the screens to wake it up. it only takes him a moment to deduce its function, and his face lights up as he grabs a cup and calls to his sister.*

alluka, i think these are soda machines!
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 Pitou strolled happily through the halls of the airship. Vague memories from the strange other room floated in her mind as she hummed. “It felt kind of nice to be so small. But I’m not meant to be small. He’s meant to be my baby.” She thought. 


Her casual stroll led her to a unfamiliar Pink and Blue door. The colors swirling together like a vortex. In the center the symbol for intersex. A symbol that combined the icons for male and female. “Curious. I wonder what this one does.”


Without much thought she pushed the door open and took a step in she didn’t see anything out of the originally. A small wine fridge in the corner. Various couches and lounging chairs. Although a large bed seemed to be the centerpiece. Before she could question she felt an uncomfortable tightness in her shorts! Looking down she saw nothing but a round bulge at her front.

Perplexed, she took a step back out and it vanished. Taking a step back in and it came back. A noticeable new weight. She shut the door behind her and pulled her waistband out looking in. Her eyes widened when she saw a penis. Much like Gons but noticeably larger.

She bit her lip looking at it. An excited feeling growing in her chest as she watched it start to rise. Growing thicker and longer. She carefully made her way to one of the seats, stripping her shorts and letting her new member out in the open air. “What happens if I…” She poked it lightly, the touch of her finger sending shivers.

Immediately entranced by this new sensation, she wrapped her hand around it like she does to Gon and pumped her hand. Her leg draped over the arm of the chair. She purred with her cheeks pink as she stroked her new cock.

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 Bisky say in her cabin. Quietly reading in her leather seat. She was beginning to wonder when Gon or Killua might come by. She wondered if Gon had told Killua anything about he training methods. She hoped not. That was most certainly not part of her…preferred routine. She was wondering how she might break the habit from Gon. Despite how…good it made her feel.

She looked up from her book at the pastel pink walls.
Well, if they aren’t going to be here anytime soon, might as well enjoy myself.

She strips off her dress leaving her in a pair of shorts and bra. She lays on the massage table, summoning cookie with book in hand.
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Past the door is a bland, white room with a reddish brown leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a rug. Parked in the corner next to the couch is a convenient windowed cooler similar to the one in his own room stocked with various wines. On top of it are rows of clean glasses sitting upside down and a corkscrew. The two doors are ajar, revealing what's inside of them. Nobody's in there, thankfully.

[Holding Pitou's hand, Gon brings her to the room where he and Killua were once intimate. He brings her inside and at once their clothes are plastered to the walls. Who knows how they even leave their bodies without getting ripped?! Nen was amazing!]

That's sure new.. [He says, pointing to the wines. The curious, rebellious alcohol fiend part of him wants to try them just a little bit. He enjoys not being on Mito's leash, as guilty as it makes him feel. This ship helped him satisfy his wildest dreams..he only hoped he'd get to see Mito again, though.

He looks up at Pitou and redirects his gaze to the cooler as if to quietly ask his Mommy if it's okay to take some.]
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[It was a couple days later. As arranged by Bisky, Gon remembers their meeting time and heads down the hall from the cat room into the side corridor leading into the cabins, the guilt of what he did with Pitou still deeply rooted in mind. He hopes it doesn't count, internally begs for it not to. How could he face her like this?

He raps on Bisky's door a few times before stepping back, nervous about whether she'll see through him and chew him out. He's controlling his aura steadily, honing it in extra well in case something shows. His timidness is concentrated.]

Bisky! It's me, Gon!
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*killua and gon are exploring the halls again, testing the handle of each door as they go. killua's riding the new skateboard he got from alluka, cruising along without paying much attention to where he's going. when the next door he tries opens up, he zooms in without a second thought, calling excitedly back to gon.*

hey, gon! i found one!

*he turns around to view it with a triumphant grin that quickly falls from his face when he takes in the familiar ballet studio and realizes that he's been here before. he turns around to try and stop gon from entering, but he's too late.*

w-wait, don't come in here--!
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 She can feel her face heat up and a shiver traveled down her spine to the tip of her tail. She nearly forgot how electrifying he made her feel. But she tries to keep her composure.
 
I may have given you forgiveness, but don’t get too ahead of yourself. She says nuzzling her nose against his cheek. I have half a mind to take you to your room and leave you there. She slowly walks out of the bar with a subtle nod to Mercer. With Gon in her arms she feels more steady and secure as she walks the halls of the ship. She quickly makes her way to the hall lined with cabins and finds his. With her arms full she easily opens the door, turning the knob with her tail. She enters swiftly as not to be seen and closes it, locking it behind her. 


She lays Gon on his bed and sits next to him petting his head. You’re going to regret all that alcohol you know.

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