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Purple's hands brushed against the doorknob of the cafeteria pantry. With a pizza shovel in hand, they were ready to catch the imposter, whoever they were, because they just snuck in here. Their violet hands pushed the door open, but instead of finding someone being caught red-handed, cries of pure sadness echoed of off the large room.
"Death!" Cyan sniffled. "So much death!" They were sitting atop a sack of potatoes, cuddling their visor with a stick of salami. Their face was smeared with an orange grease.
"Even you're dead! Sorry to whatever you were..." they said, apologizing to the inanimate object that couldn't hear them anyways.
Purple's gripped tightened on the door, and they felt their heart drop. Oh no. Feelings... They tried to carefully sneak out, but Cyan's sobs only picked up harder. "Too... many... bad... vibes!"
Sigh. Well, they couldn't avoid this, could they?
"Hey, Cyan... You good?" They tried to add a sprinkle of enthusiasm into their usually monotone voice in to help cheer them up. Even with that, you could still hear the concern and reluctance in their tone.
Teary-eyed, they looked up at the visitor. "No. Not at all. Everyone's dying and no one even cares! We're all gonna dieee!" Cyan's throat began to sore, but they couldn't think of another to cope with all of this.
Purple slowly approached the other, sitting next to them on the floor. "I know." they paused, taking a moment to re-process it all. "It's...a lot. But everyone's trying their hardest. I actually came in here because I was...uh, looking for clues. Yeah. Clues..." They didn't have the heart to tell Cyan they came in here because they thought they were an imposter who had snuck in here. "Black doesn't care! I tried to lighten up the mood a little, but nooo, they say I'm not their partner, and that I'm just a gemologist! I only want them to respect me..." Cyan wailed out. Their fingers dug into the meat stick, wiping their tears with it.
"You...you got a lil' something." Purple pointed out. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to do, because Cyan wiped more of the pepperoni on them and tilted their head. "Better?" Purple's mouth hung open. "Yeah," they paused, before telling the truth. "Nah... It's okay." Purple wasn't the best with emotions. Probably closer to the worst... They really didn't really know what to do, but then they remember that when they felt bad, they went to their special spot. They thought about showing Cyan it, and then mentally yelled at themselves. Cyan was quite a talker, and they probably spread the word around until it got to Red. And Purple did not want to deal with that. But Cyan seemed very disturbed, so they scrapped that. "Y'know, when I'm upset, I go somewhere special. It helps me calm down. Bring up my vibes..!" They attempted to joke, giving a dry laugh. Apparently, Purple was bad and feelings and jokes because Cyan didn't budge. Not even a dry chuckle or forced smile.
"You wanna come with?" they invited, holding out their hand. "yeah..." Cyan accepted, holding back tears.
As they walked, Purple hummed to the tune of Happy Birthday, gently brushing their hand against Cyan's as they walked. For a moment, they stopped and growled. Unfortunately, the Captain's quarters were right next to Purple's special spot. They mentally prepared themselves for a quip from Red about them not being on security duty. But the Navigation doors were locked. To Purple's surprise, Green's voice rang out. "Hah...Captain, y-you really know how to ride!-" Cyan and Purple both immediately stopped. What the fuck..? Purple didn't want to stick around any longer. They didn't want to stick around at all, actually. They gripped Cyan's hand and gave a light tug. "Well," they blinked, wiping their eyes. "at least some people's vibes are up." Purple raised an eyebrow and quickly hid their expression as the pair made their way into the Oxygen Room.
The violet-colored bean hummed their song again, and stood in front of a glass tank filled with water. The luscious underwater plants swished peacefully and slowly as the tank filter blew out bubbles. It was calming. Like a physical lullaby. Purple could stare just at the plants and fall asleep. Cyan was confused. "It's an aquarium?" Pets weren't allowed on the ship, but Cyan didn't see one anyway. "An empty one?"
Purple shook their head, and placed their hands on the enclosure. "Nope. Just wait." They began to tap their song, and Cyan watched, enchanted by whatever Purple was doing. A few seconds later, an orange fish swam right up towards Purple. Its elegant fins gracefully flowed in the water as it exited it's seagrass shelter. Purple smiled seeing their gold friend. "Here's Heracles. I like to visit them to calm me down." The other crewmate's visor instantly began to sparkle. "Maybe you can too." Cyan's eyes widened and then turn upwards with joy. "Oh, thank you! I will." They let out a sigh, ridding themselves of stress. Hercules..." they said, begining to cheer up.
"No, it's Heracles." they corrected firmly.
"Oh. Heracles. Sorry— I can't do anything right, can I?" Cyan's voice cracked, and guilt spread like venom throughout Purple. "No, you're fine. I'm sorry." they apologized. They were always quick to snap, even if they didn't mean to. Maybe they should work on that? Purple tried to change the subject to distract from that awkward exchange. "Why don't you feed them?"
"Feed them?" Cyan said, excitement lacing their voice. "Yeah, here." Purple handed the other a can of fish food. "I'll tell you when to stop. Oh, and also you'll need the stool." Purple watched as Cyan giggled when Heracles came right up to be top of the tank when they poured a few flakes. "Oh, they're adorable! I can feel their whole vibe already." Purple felt happy. They were glad they were able to make Cyan feel better. "Okay, that's good." they called out, and Cyan stopped feeding the goldfish. They tried to close the cap on the food, but their grip loosened and they dropped it. Panicked, they attempted to catch it. "Don't worry, I got it!" exclaimed Cyan, and then immediately dropping the whole can of food in after one final slip. "Oopsie-daisy..." They turned around to look at Purple, expecting to be reprimanded. But Purple let out a chuckle. "It's okay. I have more. Heracles is as happy as a clam now,"
And they were right. Heracles was at the back of the tank, using the sea grass and decorum to cover him as he ate. Purple felt as all of their anxieties would melt away so as long Heracles was there.
"Purple?" Cyan called out, nervously.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for bringing me here."
Purple smiled with a closed mouth. "No problem, friend."
Cyan smiled back.
***
Some time had passed before Purple and Cyan were sitting down in a corner, chatting about their lives and telling stories. "And that's how I found out about Flower Crown University!" Cyan nattered, taking their accessory off their head and snuggled it around Purple's hat, causing them to blush. Purple's light laugh filled the air. In turn, they took off their own hat, placed the soft petals onto their head, and put the hat onto Cyan's head. "Hehe," they snickered, taking off their backpack off and shirt, passing it over to Purple. "Here, put it on!"
If Purple's face wasn't turning red already, it definitely was now. Because this went from one to a hundred real quick. "O-okay." they stammered. Unstrapping their bag, they pulled of their uniform and started wiggling into Cyan's tee. Cyan also began to put on Purple's outfit, and couldn't stop themselves from giggling. "Guess who I am!" they playfully said. "I'm the security guard, and I have a big, soft heart if you get to know me." they exaggerated, trying to sound all tired and bored as the other one did. Purple snorted. "I do not sound like that." Cyan smiled. "Then how'd you know it was you?" they remarked, suddenly getting close to Purple, leaning towards them. They placed their hand on Purple's cheek. "Cyan..." the other whispered, eyeing the bright teal colored bean. "Shh," Cyan shushed, bringing a finger to Purple's mouth before closing their eyes and pressing their lips against theirs.
They could feel Cyan's soft lips caressing them. Purple could even taste the raspberry iced tea flavored ChapStick, and they felt dizzy as they melted into Cyan's touch. The hippie had pinned Purple on the wall, and began moving their hands all over their body, caressing their flank and brushing their arm goosebumps down. Purple's tongue swirled around the other's mouth, whining a little when Cyan pushed theirs down with their own tongue. Eventually, Cyan's hand trailed down inbetween Purple's legs, and they opened their eyes as they gave them a firm squeeze. Purple broke the kiss and inhaled the fresh, cold air. Cyan had stopped squeezing, worried that something might be wrong, but what Purple said next cleared that up. "Cyan, do you wanna..?" their voice low and sultry.
"Wanna what?" they asked, and Purple didn't know if they were flirting or just genuinely confused. Purple fidgeted around, annoyed. "C'mon, let's just do a quickie. Please?" But Cyan wouldn't let them off that easily. "I said, please what?" Purple's eyes lidded, and they couldn't bring themselves to make eye contact.
"...Please fuck me." they quietly begged. Purple cringed internally after saying that. I can't believe I'm doing this. Cyan just stared at them, smirking as their hand gave a quick pinch to one of Purple's nipples and slowly made its way down their body and cupped their pussy. A slit had opened up and was already so puffy and wet... Purple's stomach was filled with butterflies. It already felt so good. Their mouth hung open, because they didn't know whether to whine or beg for more. Cyan was circling Purple's clit with their other hand, and Purple pulled a hand to their mouth after a whimper slipped from it. "Oh fuck, Cyan..."
The other stopped pleasuring them and brought their middle and ring finger up to Purple's mouth. "Open up." Purple quickly did so, lapping at their fingers, covering them in a nice, wet coat of saliva. Once it was enough, Cyan took their fingers out and began teased Purple's wet vagina a little more, rimming their sweet entrance until fluids began to leak on the tiled floor. Purple held their breath, desperate to not accidentally whine as Cyan gently teased them. "You're already tense and we just started, hmm?"
"Mhm... Whatever..." they dismissed, clearly embarrassed, shown by the way they sheepishly glanced up at their new found friend. Cyan's smooth, thin appendages ran up and down Purple's pussy lips. They spread their hands out and lowered their wet middle finger into their trembling hole. Purple folded before Cyan even put it in all the way.
"Ohh..." they moaned softly. It felt fuckin' amazing, getting all this stress off. The gemologist looked down at Purple's horny face. Sweat beaded on their forehead and their mouth was open as they let out their sweet little sounds. They really let themselves go... Cyan thought. Never once did Cyan imagine that the stern, independent security would ever be this... excited. Their middle finger worked its way into Purple, quickly pulling out and pushing back in. Fuck, they didn't even realize how bad they wanted this! Wanted this so bad... No— they needed this.
Fuck, Purple cursed internally. Can't believe I'm letting Cyan make me lose my mind...
Honestly, they didn't care what anybody else thought. It felt too good to even think about it themselves. Purple's back was against the wall and they were halfway slumped over as they embraced the ecstasy. They squelching noises of liquid flowing out and getting pushed back in sounded delightful. Cyan decided this would be a good time to add the second finger. They pulled out their middle finger a final time and without hesitation, shoved both fingers into Purple. "Holy shit! Cyan–" they yelled out, quickly becoming aware of how desperate and pathetic they sounded, but again, they didn't care. "—Cyan, please..." they begged as the other's pace sped up as they fingered them.
Cyan could feel the heat from inside Purple. It all felt amazing. The way their tight pussy pulsed clenched around their fingers, the wet and sloppy noises that came from Purple's mouth. Although, that didn't last for long. Purple moans became more frequent, and louder. Purple was close. They weren't quite there yet thought, giving Cyan the chance to have some fun. They dropped their pace and started to go unbearably slow, causing Purple to grumble. "Why'd you stop?" Annoyance laced their tone. Seeing that Cyan didn't seem to hear, they felt lost. Would they have to plead for them in order for them to continue? If that wasn't the case, well, then it was too late because they were already doing it.
"Cyan, please fuck me... Don't stop this time, I- I'm close."
That must've been the trick, because they got Cyan to giggle and start to fuck them unbelievably hard, with no mercy. "Mmm, Purple, I love it when you say my name like that..." This time, it was Cyan begging as they tilted their head down like a confused puppy. "Can you say my name again? Please?" they poured. Purple physically couldn't bring themselves to say anything other than yes.
"Please, please, please, please make me cum, Cyan! I'm..." they paused for a little, taking a short break as Cyan's finger-fucking only got faster. They were a moaning, crying mess. Cyan took notice, and whispered into Purple's ear. "Keep going, okay? You're so close... It'll feel good when you cum." they said sweetly, giving them encouraging little kisses to their cheek. Purple nodded, staring straight up at Cyan. They couldn't last any longer, even if they tried. "They couldn't even bring themselves to speak as they whimpered out something that sounded like their name one final final time before fluids squirted out inbetween their legs.
Purple panted as they recovered from their orgasm. They were so tired. Cyan had taken their fingers out with a wet pop caused by Purple's tight vagina and wiped it on their leg. "You did so good..."
"Mgh, you think I don't know that?" they clapped back playfully, out of breath. They sighed and leaned forwards to wrap their arms around Cyan's shoulders, hugging them lovingly. Cyan held them close, embracing their body heat and presence. "Uh, we should clean up soon, don't you think?" Purple asked suddenly aware of the mess they made, their voice muffled as their mouth was in the nook of Cyan's neck.
"No...Not yet. I want to stay here for bit." they yawned, brushing the hair out of Purple's face. In a way, Purple was glad. It felt nice to rest in the arms of someone you love.