Preview of Encountering Eliza
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Excising an idea from my mind involving someone else's OC! In this case plush-bird-empress Eliza!
Summary: All is quiet on a weekday evening until Ofenna spots a strange, nonsensical scene in a show her brother recommended. On being asked about it and not knowing the scene, Ashari looks it up, only to unwittingly summon a living plush that has her eyes on the pair of lions.
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Ashari staggered for a step or two, turning to face her, alert and on guard, finally he could see her in full. She looked like a giant plush but her features animated, her mouth opened, eyes blinked despite being seemingly plastic. The teal shade of blue that he’d glanced before was complemented with a yellow on her hands, front and belly, as well as the tips of the hair-like fronds and some pinion-like tail pieces. Yet bisecting that from neck to belly was a metal zipper with an oversized tag. The softness still didn’t make sense but the rational brain in Ashari’s mind told him it must be a costume, changing his question as he asked it. “What- who are you?!”
“Oh me-?” She said, relaxing back and crossing one leg over the other without standing as music swelled up around her from somewhere.
The TV behind Ashari started to flash with colours as a playful ditty sounded forth, sung by a trio of voices that were eerily close to the bird’s own. Sure enough as his eye drifted there were three of her performing on the stage, one at a keyboard, another on guitar and the third going ham on a triangle.
_‘Eliza, Eliza, _
_she’s here for lots of fun, _
_with cuddles by the ton, _
_Eliza, Eliza, _
_She’s here to make-’ _
Two more syllables followed the rhythm but the audio on them distorted like from an aged and degraded VHS film. Eliza herself had bounced in time to the rhythm, humming with it but cutting the band off before it launched to a second verse. “He’s quick on the uptake, I think he gets it. Anyway, a decent song but I think we can do better next time!” She said, which made the three Eliza’s on stage react as if in real time already putting their heads together and speaking in a hushed whisper. She held the remote in one hand and turned the tv off. “So that’s me! Eliza! Or if that’s too informal call me Plushy Empress! Heehee~!”
The lion was still pressed defensively against the far wall, edging slowly toward the door. “And what do you want?” As if in response the ditty sang ‘She’s here for lots of fun’ again without the TV illuminating, but more importantly her finger and thumb had pinched the zipper and started pulling it down. “Wh-what are you doing?” He asked, trying not to stare, feeling as if it would be akin to looking at someone disrobing.
She didn’t answer until he looked and met her eyes, which caught and held his gaze. For a second he thought he saw light before assuming it must have been his bedroom lamp reflected off the plastic. Honey seeped into her voice as she said. “Oh, don’t worry, just calm down cute-stuff. You’re alright.”
Ashari’s body lost tension, the words had a calming effect. “You can look, in fact, I insist.” She murmured alluringly as her hands reached to the open zipper and pulled open next to her belly.
The lion couldn’t help but look, proving that the weirdness was not simple theatrics, Eliza was empty yet alive, not a costume piloted by something else. More than that, a dark thick and firm looking mass of fabric yawned at him. It looked unlike the rest of her softness, as if slick somehow despite her cloth nature.
He didn’t even notice that his feet had carried him further until he’d crossed the room and was brushing the interior with a curious finger. “That’s right, doesn’t it feel nice?” She asked in that calm tone, before perking up once more and bringing her bouncy patter to the front. “But it feels even better without all this stuff on! Though it is cute!” She said, pinching at the soft rose-pink clothes he favoured when in the comfort and privacy of his room. Without even confirming he slipped off the gloves and started kicking off the long stockings, totally enthralled to the point Eliza didn’t even need to suggest his next moves for him.