Pandora's Box (Open - Inquire Within)

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Open to one female currently, possibly more characters later on. Inquire via PM. Thanks.

This is basically going to be a slightly twisted take on the "Pandora's Box" tale. A girl of 18-20ish, Pandora, finds a small chest to which only she has the key to open. As long as she could remember, she's always had that particular key, set to a necklace she always wears. To her astonishment she happens across what that key opens...a tiny metal chest, intricately designed and etched with various runes and symbols. The setting is the present day, a large city not unlike New York or Chicago.

Unknown to Pandora, residing in the box is an ancient monster, locked away by the previous owner of the chest. Pithos, as it was once called, is the culmination of all the evils of mankind. Upon first opening the chest and releasing the monster, Pandora becomes bound to it and it to her. Pithos is considerably weakened due to it's imprisonment and needs to make use of Pandora to help it regain it's former power. Until then, it manifests as a shadow creature to which only she can see. It hides within her own shadow, breaking apart as a silhouette of it's own on occasion but always attached to hers. It is a symbiotic style relationship. The both of them offer the other things they might find useful.

The story will begin when Pandora stumbles across the box and unleashes Pithos. From there it will take various turns as the two are forced to deal with each other until their connection can be severed, one way or another. Along the way there will be public humiliation, tentacle play, and bdsm style scenes. Just a fair warning for those not interested in such things.

The actual character of Pandora is completely up to the female author. I'd like it, if you are interested, to send me a pm with a bio written up for her. Nothing fancy, just a general description along with an initial post. When I find someone I think will work well with what I have in mind, I will respond via a reply to their pm to let them know.

Later on there is a possibility for more characters, including others in the same situation as Pandora and Pithos. Until then though, I am only looking for one female writer. If you have an idea for the story though, shoot me a pm. I'm always open to new possibilities. Thanks for reading.
 
[size=-2]Pandora Vincent, Age 19.
College Student, majoring in Art History with a minor in Literary Arts.

Pandora's life had been fairly complicated for the majority of her existence. Her parents passed away in a car crash when she was barely 6 years old, leaving her with faint memories of the couple an in the care of her grandmother, the woman whose name she bears. Dubbed Dorie by the loving old woman- a name only she is allowed to refer to her as without being snapped at, most others use the nickname of Dora to recognize between the two. After living with her grandparents for about 4 years, her grandfather passed away unexpectedly.

The intricate key necklace she wears has always been with her, something that was given to her when she was young as a way to help her broken heart. Nona insisted it was a family heirloom, something that she wanted Dora to keep close to heart and remind her of who she was. It has been around her neck ever since.

When not in school, she helps out her Nona with her antiques shop, the place where Dora developed her appreciation for rare items and artwork. She learned to be gentle and cautious, handling every trinket with the same care she'd use with a newborn.

Still, she tried not to let the darker parts of her history bother her, associating with a circle of friends in college that know the more intimate parts of her past, as well as the outspoken side to her.
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"... And so we see that the hero arc is completed with the return journey, the protagonist and antagonist having achieved their purpose in the story's basic principles, the moral driven home with the understanding that..."

Pandora's head was resting against the palm of her hand, eyes lazily drifting from the monotone rambling professor at the front of the room to the open window of the classroom. It was hard to stay awake with such a boring sound filling the room, a chuckle in her throat as she spied the guy next to her attempting to hide his own napping with a cleverly placed open folder. Hard at work, indeed. Thank goodness Mister Holland talked so loudly; her neighbor's light snoring would have been a giveaway to his actual actions.

"Miss Vincent, perhaps you can explain to the rest of the class the basic principles of the hero arc."

Dora sat up quickly with that, pushing her glasses back up her nose with a sheepish glance around the room. "The, uh, hero arc? Sure, right... Um..."

As she attempted to find the answer, she was interrupted by another student chiming the fact that class was over. A relieved smile crossed her face, recognizing the voice as her good friend Mick. A lifesaver, that's what he was! "Sorry, Professor," she shrugged out sweetly as she got up from her seat. "I'll have it ready for you next class, I promise..."

Once in the hall, she grabbed hold of Mick's arm, shaking her head as she buried her face into his sleeve. "You're my hero.."

"For what? I just wanted out of there," he teased, pulling her back up. "You're the one with the good grades in that one, Dora. How do you do so badly in class though? It's like night and day. Great assignment grades,shitty class grades."

"Just lucky, I guess..." She gave him a beaming smile, adjusting her bag over her shoulder as she headed for the staircase. "We can't all fail everything, Mick." She laughed as he shot a glare at her in return, her keys in hand for the drive back home to her grandmother's shop.


"Nona, I'm here," she called out as she entered the shop, glancing up at the bell jingling above the door as she closed it. "Nona?" No sign of her; just a note left on the counter about needing to go to the doctor's. Her heart again, no doubt... Dora merely sighed, setting it aside and starting to work on cleaning up.

She paused as she noticed a newly arrived brown box tucked against the doorway to the back room, the packing tape still in tact. Curious... It was addressed to the shop. Nona must have not had time to open it before she left. New items? Well, they'd need to be inspected- and that was one of her tasks anyway.

Tearing into it, she found hundreds upon hundreds of packing peanuts, creating an aggravatingly large pile of the staticky annoyances on the floor before she found the one small occupant; what seemed to be a rather ornate old jewelry box. She breathed out an awed sigh as she placed it carefully on the counter, looking it over with a rather impressed smirk. It was beautiful!

Curiosity was getting the best of her. She wanted to see inside. Attempting to open it, her smirk was replaced by an annoyed frown, finding that it was instead locked. "Well, that's stupid!," she grumbled, rapping her fingernails against the counter. "Why send it to us to sell if it can't even be opened?!"
 
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Long, long ago...

A fierce battle was raging in a valley surround by mountains on three sides. There were soldiers, warriors decorated in ornate armor, fighting with swords and maces. There were some on horseback and others in rows firing off volley after volley of arrows. Blood spilled countless times over, painting the long grass of the field in a dark shade of red. On one side there were banners of red with a black dragon, on the other banners of blue with a gold lion.

The men there fought with reckless abandon, swinging wildly and screaming as they attacked foe after foe. There was something wrong with these people, something unnatural that hung over them, that urged them on. It whispered in their minds, clouded their thoughts, and pushed them in the wrong direction.

"Yesss...the chaos, the death, the destruction.."

He watched them from afar, a figure cloaked in darkness. His features were obscured by a hood except for his deep red eyes. Glow did they as soldier after soldier fell in battle.

"Sweet carnage, so delicious you are..."

Suddenly the clouds parted and a figure garbed all in white soared down, sitting atop a winged horse as golden rays of light shone down onto the dark valley below. There was a battle cry, a female voice that cut through the sounds of violence on the battlefield. The warriors paused, eyes wide and mouths hung open as the woman and her horse galloped across the sky towards the dark figure. She hurled a golden spear and just as it was about to hit the figure...everything went black....but then there was a voice...

"...if it can't even be opened?!"

It was faint, but even in the darkness of his prison he could hear her. Even in that eternal darkness did those red eyes glow once more.

The key...

The voice, like a whisper from afar, echoed in her mind...and he smiled.
 
Dora stayed lowered before the box on the counter, staring at it with frustrated eyes. The rest of the shop seemed a lost world around her, barely hearing the radio softly playing on the shelf behind her. "Maybe there's something in the box.." She took another searching pass of her hand through the styofoam, finding nothing.

"You're a very confusing little thing, you know that?," She muttered, gingerly running her finger against the keyhole.

...The Key...

Dora shot a glance behind her quickly, her heart jumping a bit at the soft voice that seemed so close to her. "Who's there?," She asked sharply, picking the ornate box up and clutching it to her chest as she started slowly into the back room. "Mick? Is that you? Not funny."

No one. Must have been the radio.

With a sigh, she sat down on one of the old red velvet seats of the wooden chairs kept in the back, the box residing in her lap as she stared at it. A lazy hand traced at her necklace, a habit she had developed when concentrating.

...Key...

She paused, looking to the small key in her own fingers at the moment, the one she had carried for most of her life. She stared at it a moment, then the hole directed up towards her. A light scoff left her lips with the notion developing in her mind. "Right. Like the one in a million odds that I'd even-"

Nona. Nona had the key before her; maybe it really was the key to this box! That would make sense on why someone would send it to her. They knew she had it, or at least that she knew where it was...

Well, it was worth a shot. It did seem the right size, after all.

"Oh, what the hell. Can't hurt anything to try..."

She just hoped she didn't break it in the process. Carefully lifting the key from her neck, she placed it in the hole, pausing as it actually slipped in easily. Seriously?

She sat still a moment, debating on if she should actually be doing this. It was Nona's, after all; not something for Pandora to be playing with. But in the same right, the key was her's now... and the cardboard box didn't specify which Pandora it was meant for. Hesitantly, she set it beside her on the stand, the necklace's weight shifting with the still attached key and turning it ever so softly, nearly opening the latch completely.

It was taunting her, just sitting there, Pandora nipping down on her lip as she glanced at it. She could open it quickly, then close it right back up and lock it if there was actually meant for Nona. No harm, no foul. Just a quick peek to see what it looked like completely. She had to see if it was broken, right?

Finally convinced, she snatched it back up, completing the key's turn and lifting the lid gently.
 
A veritable tidal wave of black exploded forth from the tiny box as the lid was opened. It latched onto her, dark tendrils snaking their way around her wrists, quickly moving further up her arms until they were covered in black. The dark matter bubbled, a figure forming as the box fell to the floor. Deep red orbs blinked into being.

"Foolish girl!"

The darkness spread from her arms up to her neck where he began to try to strangle the poor girl. However there was a shock that went through him like a striking pain which made the black tendrils around her throat loosen and fall away.

"What is this?"

He quickly rebounded, one tentacle changing form to a sharp blade of sorts. He thrust it at her but as soon as it came close to her the sharp pain struck again and the tentacle melted as it made contact instead of piercing her as was it's intent. Those red orbs went wide as he remembered.

Many centuries before...

"You fools will regret this! I shall return!"

A strong bodied man looked down to the angry shadow-like figure that yelled up to him with uninterested eyes. This man had long pure white hair and a beard to match. He wore white robes with a blue sash and a laurel leaf crown sitting atop his head. His name was Zeus and he was the lord of the Gods. The two were in a room of white marble with a high ceiling and strong pillars lining the sides. There were others there too, draped in similar robes, all gathered on either side of the two in high balconies overlooking the proceedings. Zeus stood tall over the shackled shadow creature. He sighed deeply and sneered down to the form bathed in darkness below him.

"You, Pithos...child of sin, shall be forgotten...locked away in the darkness you so love."

The dark shapeless figure contorted and raised a fist, eyes narrowed at the god before him.

I will escape and when I do I will destroy the world you love!"

Zeus waved away his words and looked to the female draped in white standing proud next to Pithos, golden spear in hand. The shackles on the creature were also attached to one of her wrists.

"Pandora, your line shall forever be linked to this creature and charged with it's keep. He cannot harm you, or any others of your blood. You and yours shall watch over him until the end of days, this I decree."

Back in the present...

"NO!"

The creature tried to move away from her, to escape somehow. Pithos got no more than a foot away when he tumbled over, his form falling to the floor as he turned to look back only to see he was attached to her shadow.

"Pandora?! I cannot be!"
 
She screamed out as the box forced itself open the rest of the way from her hesitant lifting of the lid, dropping the whole thing to the floor as the dark creature residing inside poured out. She tried to grab for it, her heart racing as she reached for the opened box- Only to realize that whatever she had let out was trying to claim her as well. Another scream left her lips as the black mandibles snaked about her wrists, pulling tight against her skin as it spoke to her.

That was the voice she had heard. This- thing?!

She stared at the reddened eyes of the creature standing before her in shock for a moment, finding the strong appendages losing interest in her wrists and instead attempting to throttle her, Dora attempting to shriek out once again as it tightened...

And it letting go rather hastily. She gave a choking cough, rubbing her neck before looking back to it, trying to figure out a way to close that damned box; to get it back in there and stuff it back in that shipping case- only to notice now that it had a blade in its hold now, thrusting it at her suddenly in an attempt to stab her.

No pain. Nothing... It- it had vanished...
What was this thing doing? Playing with her?

She fell back into the chair, her heart racing still as she stared up at the odd form before her, scared to death of it but also trying to think of a way to get it away from her- or her from it. It stayed still, sient for a moment, as though it were lost in its own little world... Only to let out an infuriated roar of frustration and suddenly try to take off from the room.

But it wouldn't go. It seemed... stuck. The box? Was it tethered to it somehow?
She reached down, plucking it up as she tried to keep her distance from the howling form on the floor. Closing the lid, she continued to watch the thing.. Finding that had no eefect whatsoever. It was still there.

It said her name.

Her eyes widened in horror with that, hurling the box towards the glowing eyes and shoving herself futher back against the seat. "How do you know my name?! What in the hell ARE you?! Get out of here, get away from me!"
 
The dark shapeless mass remained silent on the floor for what must have felt like eons to the girl. The box she threw disappeared within the black as if tossed into space. Those deep red orbs swayed back and forth, studying the female after her outburst. Questions cluttered his thoughts. She didn't know him so she obviously couldn't have been the one who initially captured him...yet her name was, in fact, Pandora...peculiar. So many questions.

"You...you really are not her are you?"

The box reappeared, seemingly held in a makeshift hand as the mass on the floor formed itself into a human-like figure. He toyed with the box, tossing it from one hand to another. It was nothing now that he had escaped, a useless trinket.

"...so you must be of her line."

He moved what must have been his leg, trying to slide it away from her shadow. Once again he could not separate himself from it. He realized he was bound to this girl now and he could never harm her. The painful realization caused his eyes to narrow.

"It seems we are prisoners of fate, you and I."

Pithos let the box fall to the floor as he pointed to her and then motioned to himself. The shadow creature went about explaining the entirety of his capture to the bewildered girl before him including his name and who he was. He obviously left out anything that would label him as "evil". He, instead, insisted he was the victim. He gauged her expressions as he told his story, studying her as he did earlier. The creature made a point to downplay his guilt in the story, portraying the gods as fickle beings toying with the lives of others. As with all things, it was a matter of perspective.

"...and so I am bound to you until you lock me away like those before you or I regain my full powers."

He gave her a moment, knowing full well that this was alot for anyone to take in before he continued.

"Of course with the latter we both get what we want. You get rid of me and I get to take my life back. As you can imagine, I fully endorse that particular course of action."

Those eyes of his blinked slowly, his head tilting to the side.

"So child...shall you choose the easy way, or the hard way?"
 
It was certainly all so hard to believe, but she had also just witnessed this strange oddity seep out of that box right before her eyes. That in itself was unbelievable... Why should she not believe everything he was telling her? He certainly sounded sincere enough, and having studied mythology in college, she could completely see how cruel the Gods were towards those who tried to stand up to them... They seemed to think that the people they ruled over were merely toys to amuse them.

"So my ancestor- The original Pandora- did this to you?" She froze a moment, realizing the other stories she had heard in regards to her namesake. "Wait, wait- The myth about that one was that the box held all the evils of the world... But you're saying that was merely the Gods trying to, um.. pardon the rather modernized term but... trying to save their own asses?" That made sense, in a way. After all, look at all the misconstrued twists people had made of other literature.

She watched him hesitantly, the box he toyed with seeming more and more tempting at first, but now she was unsure. She believed him to a point, but something about it seemed off. He had tried to hurt her at first, his immediate reaction to be an attempt at strangling her, then to stab her.

"Why did you try to hurt me?," She asked softly, finally moving out of the chair slowly. He had asked for her choice on whether she'd help him or not, but that was not the main concern on her mind. She needed him to answer a few questions of her own before she could give him a complete answer herself.
 
He was taken back by her question. This one was a bit smarter than he initially gave her credit for. The form sank back into what could only be described as a dark "puddle". From that black stain arose the shape of a snake, coiled upon itself. There, amidst all the black were those same red eyes though as the head of the vaguely depicted serpent rose to her eye level.

"You must be joking girl...I was afraid you would put me back in that box. I'd been in there for..."

He stopped, glancing around.

"Wait..what year is it?"
 
Of course... He was scared, though didn't exactly seem the type to admit it so openly. To have been pent up for as long as he claimed, the idea of being sent right back into his prison after seeing the light of day would have put him immediately on the defensive. The serpentine head that gazed at her sent a shiver through her spine, but she was slowly becoming used to the curious being speaking with her.

Pulling back a bit, rather hesitant for him to be at eye-to-eye level with her, Dora gave a jabbing thumb over her shoulder towards the front of the store, as if expecting him to see the calendar up there. "It's... 2008...," she replied meekly, a bit worried on his reaction to the rather long time variance from what he most likely remembered.

She continued to watch him, partially afraid of the strange shadowy creature that changed its shape so easily, hesitant on turning her back on him for too long. He had proven that he couldn't hurt her with what had happened a few minutes ago... but it also showed her that he was capable of trying. If he doubted her in the same way she rather doubted him, there was that chance of him trying to find a new way of attempting to cause her pain.

"I'll help you," She finally whispered out, a tremble in her voice. "But you have to swear to me that you won't try that again." An attempt at bravery, the thin veil of defiance in her voice doing little to hide the shaking of her hands.
 
When she had motioned towards the calender, Pithos turned towards it. His small red eyes widened a bit in recognition of how long he had been imprisoned. His long, slender body unraveled and stretched towards the calender. He couldn't get close enough to touch it, but sure enough it said "2008". The dark figure sunk back to the ground only to slither back towards the girl.

"Hmm..."

The dark creature slowly melted into her own shadow. She could feel him now, almost the same feeling as when the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her shadow was slightly darker but any other evidence of him was now gone. Pithos had explained to her during his recollection of his imprisonment, how exactly this bond worked. The two of them were linked, for better or worse. He could never leave the boundaries of her shadow, even if it merged with others. She was the only one that could see him. Not even her grandmother would be able to see his form.

There was a slight pause from him after she had finished speaking, demanding he not try to harm her again. He thought it silly of her to do so, considering he couldn't hurt her anyhow, but for the sake of getting her to play along with his plan, he would agree.

"Of course, now that I know you won't imprison me, I have no reason to try to harm you."

Again, he was quiet for a moment, as if lost deep in his own thought. After a few moments had passed he spoke to her again.

"I need to rest now. Call on me again tomorrow...we have much to discuss."
 
Relief came over her, or as slight a relief she could receive with his word on not trying to harm her again. She wasn't sure if he could even manage such an attempt anyway, with the pure frustration that seemed to flow from him previously, but his promise to keep from more attempts left a simple touch of trust inside her.

Very, very simple.
It was quite hard to be full trusting of such a strange 'man'.

As he merged with her own shadow on the floor of the shop, she shivered, resting a hand on her own shoulder and toying with the edge of her necklace chain. As he spoke, it seemed to be resounding in her head more than in her ears, Dora jumping a bit at how loud he sounded.

Rest? In her shadow?
Oh, right. Like he had said, he was stuck with her now, thanks to who she was and what she had done. It made her rather regret having even touched that stupid cardboard box now.

"I won't be able to talk with you very much tomorrow," She called out to him flatly. "Not until later in the day, at least. Tomorrow's only Friday, and I still have classes to go to. Seems you're along for the ride to that too, Pithos."

She didn't hear an answer from him, shaking her head with a sigh and picking up the box that formerly housed him, looking it over a moment. It was no use now, and even if she had wanted to shove his shadowy butt back into it, she had no idea how. Instead, she merely locked it shut, shoving it into the back of her backpack and continuing her tasks of the store.

Nona returned a few hours later, asking if any packages had come. Dora lied, refusing eye contact with the woman as she stayed at the back door, trying to bury the original cardboard box in the dumpster behind the shop. She didn't want to be there any longer, a sense of dread of the elderly woman questioning further lingering. She wanted to get home, and used a fib about a raging migraine and tests the next day to get out of staying the full time. A quick hug and blessing later, Dora was on her way back to the modest little apartment that was shared only with the lazy calico cat dubbed Pablo.

"Move it, furrbutt." She used her sneaker's edge to shove the cat aside as she entered, sighing as she took off her coat and heading for the bedroom, stripping off various pieces of clothes as she entered.

God, what a day. As if the random quiz hadn't been enough; now she had a rather intimately close room mate.
 
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For one reason or another he had awoken earlier than planned, but fully rested and rejuvenated. From her shadow a pair of red eyes blinked into existence. He was looking up at her as she stripped down. From his vantage point, he had an extremely nice view. Slowly, as she moved, a bit of her shadow slithered up her leg.

The tendril suddenly split into several smaller tentacles which jolted upwards and spread to separate parts of her body. Two ran up her thigh, one moving to her left breast, the other to her right. They spread to form makeshift "hands" which cupped each breast gently. Another one moved to her rear, fondling it softly, as the last moved between her legs to stop at her slit. It hesitated, resting over her outer lips.

"I neglected to notice before, but you are quite attractive."

Each tendril then flattened and grew in size until her entire body, up to her neck, was covered in black as if she were wearing some skin-tight latex suit. The dark material wrapped about her body, altered it's shape into a dark dress, intricate in design with a slit running high on her thigh. The dress split at her stomach, the dark substance shrinking into a black two piece bikini.

After a few moments it unraveled from her body, forming the human-like figure from before. He sat upon her bed, dark red eyes peering over to her.

"..I think even Aphrodite would be jealous."
 
Pandora started to move towards the bed, kicking out of her jeans with the last few steps- only to feel a rather strange sensation moving up her calf. She gave a surprised cry, hastily trying to pull it away, the feeling continuing to move upwards against her flesh, as though flowing water were running over her in the wrong direction.

"Pithos, stop-!," she yelped out, trying to wrap her fingers around the exploring dark tendrils, only for them to slip right out of her grasp and continue their expedition along her body. A shiver passed through her as he teased and fondled slightly, Dora biting down on her lip as a frustrated blush filled her cheeks. "Please, stop that...," she requested once more, her voice softer now than the scared noise that left her moments ago.

He complimented her.

That threw her off a bit, her attempts to remove him halted for a second as she mumbled a confused thank you... Just to restart as he decided to play dress up on her almost nude body. "What're you doing?! Stop, Pithos, please!," she blurted, her face reddening even more as he finally withdrew from her and perched himself upon her bed.

She glared at him as he offered out another compliment, biting her lip as she wrapped an arm around her chest. A lot of good modesty did now, with the strange groping she had just received from him, but she still felt as though she should try to cover up. "I-I didn't know you could do that," She finally said softly, grabbing a button up from the top of her dresser and hastily pulling it on. "I know you had grabbed me before, but- I didn't thik you could- whatever that was..." She frowned, shooting him another glare. "I thought you were sleeping."
 
"I slept. I suppose being locked way for a couple millennia gave me all the rest I needed."

He was amused at her reaction to his rather unique abilities. It wasn't something he didn't expect obviously. She knew little other than what he showed her of his powers. His reaction to her though, that was something he hadn't quite expected. After some thought he realized that it was only natural for him to be a bit...touchy. Especially after such a prolonged imprisonment.

Pithos motioned towards her with an outstretched finger.

"Many apologies for my brash actions."

He realized though, that he would need to take it slow with this girl. After all, he didn't want to scare her away from helping him. Perhaps he should try a different, more...delicate approach.

"Let me make it up to you..."

There was a bit of a twinkle in those flashy red orbs as the figure of Pithos melted back into her shadow. He spoke again, his seeming to come from within her mind as if he was inside of her. The thought, he was sure, more than made her uncomfortable. He had hoped though, that his next surprise would alleviate some of those awkward feelings.

"As you noticed before, I can assume many shapes. I want you to think of an outfit...clothes of any sort that you would want to wear. As you think of them and focus on a particular one...visualize it. When you do...watch what happens."

As she most likely contemplated his proposal, that same darkness from her shadow crept up her legs and once again covered her form up to her neck. When she finally decided on something, the black would alter to whatever she had chosen. Another human form crept from her shadow and assumed a standing position behind her. Those signature crimson orbs peered down at her as he waited.
 
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She frowned as he explained his rest period- or lack thereof compared to what he had claimed to have needed back at the shop- folding her arms across her chest and shifting her weight against her left foot as she watched him on her bed. It was truly strange to be talking to a living shadow, the only thing seeming to seperate him from the rest of the darkly cast images of the room being those frighteningly red eyes watching her in return.

"I suppose you were actually kinda behaving for a guy being locked up for that long," She muttered, shrugging as she sighed. When he offered to make it up to her, she quickly gave him another glance, hesitantly shaking her head. "No, Pithos, that's quite alr-" She cut short as he glided off from the bed and melding into her own shadow once more, a light squeek of surprise as he called out inside her own mind.

"Special outfit?" She frowned a bit, flicknig her tongue against the side of her lips as she thought that over. There were a few that had caught her eye, especially that beautiful dress she had seen online a few weeks ago. She could never afford something like that, but the idea of it was still fresh in her mind. Well, he did say he could give her anything she wanted...

A shiver flooded down her spine once more as he crawled up and around her body, the strange sensation of his light warmth odd against her skin. It was barely there, since he was mostly just a shadow, but she could feel it... Almost like a warm breeze passing over her body.

She closed her eyes, remembering the velvet dress she had fallen in love with on the website, the black lace top and the silver eyelets threaded with silk ribbon- She gave a soft sigh of adoration over the image in her mind, only to peek open an eye and find the article of clothing she had been longing for now resting on her skin. "Oh my god, Pithos...," She whispered out, running her hand down it in disbelief. The only real difference from what she remembered and what was now on her was that those shining silver eyelets were instead a dulled darkened hue, a slight deviation that didn't change her love of the dress in the least.

"And- you can do this... with anything?," she asked softly, moving before her mirror to look it over, her fingers toying with the key on her neck once again as she began to lose herself in thought.
 
The form of Pithos behind her set his shadowy hands on her shoulders as Dora spoke. His dark figure wavered slightly as if to reaffirm that it was real and not one of the many shadows scattered about her home.

"Oh yes, a simple matter really."

He moved around to her front, his hands moving back to his side to meld with the rest of his form until he resembled a cloaked individual. Pithos spoke the truth. He could give her any type of clothing she desired, for as long as she desired.

"There are some...stipulations however."

Obviously, always a catch of some sort. There was no need to tell her everything, but there were some bits he wanted her to know. His shadowy form flickered slightly as a dark hand reached forward to lightly take hold of a part of the dress, the bit around her waist.

"Nothing horrible I assure you child."

The bit of her dress in his grasp slowly changed back into his own dark material until he let go of it. Then it returned to the form she had chosen as his hand moved down to run along the lower end of her dress.

"This is a part of me and as such I have control over it. If you want to wear such things, you have to ask me to use them because they are not yours, but mine."

Pithos always thought himself a clever creature. If she accepted to wear the clothes he offered her, she would then be giving up some of her control to him. Of course it didn't sound like that when he explained it, but such were his ways.

"Say the word girl and you can have anything you have ever wanted to wear."
 
"You make it seem so easy to do," she mumbled, still inspecting in the mirror as she glanced at him in the reflection, only to have a better view of him as he circled around her. A hesitant eyebrow raised at the mention of 'stipulations', a bit worried on what his requirements would be for this exchange.

She looked down as he tugged on the bodice, watching as it seemed to meld back with his touch and nodding as he explained. "I understand," she replied softly, looking back up at his crimson eyes. "It wouldn't be fair of me to expect you to do this for me all the time. It must be a strain on you; trying to make your body.. or, um, whatever you refer to the rest of yourself as... contort to some silly dress for a girl. I appreciate you offering to do this for me, though, Pithos. Of course I'll ask your permission for it first. I wouldn't demand it of you. That's just... mean."

She smiled again, admiring how well he managed to mimic the dress in her thoughts-
Only to pause as she realized something with that.

"I never told you what the dress looked like. I only thought about it, and you did this. You... you can see into my thoughts?" She frowned a bit with that, running a hand against the fabric once again. "I'm not sure if I like that idea, Pithos. You promise to stay out of, um, my more private thoughts, right?"
 
Pithos shrugged as she spoke, his eyes moving from her to the mirror and then back to her.

"I cannot guarantee I won't peek..."

The two of them were linked, and as such, were joined in more ways than one. Their minds for instance, were open books. If she knew how, she could peer into his own soul as he did to hers. Luckily though, she did not know how and only thought the vulnerability was one sided.

"But I shall do my best to refrain."

With that, he sunk back into her shadows and the dress went with him, changing form as it slithered off of her body. He couldn't help but let a few stray tendrils brush against her inner thigh before they disappeared entirely.

"Sleep now. As I understand it, you have a big day tomorrow. I will be meditating."
 
*Typical guy,* Pandora thought with a smirk, shaking her head, only to realize he was moving off from her. She watched as the dress vanished away, reverting back to the black tendrils that came from him. She yelped softly as he passed a frisky stray one against the inner part of her thigh, trying to slap at it before shooting a glare towards him. "Stop that!," she hissed, frowning as she started towards her bed.

"Very busy tomorrow," she agreed, remembering both the tests announced for the day, as well as the promised afternoon run downtown with Mick. The guy had his heart set on the time outside of classes, and she knew he'd most likely go berzerk if she were too tired to take him.

"Good night, Pithos." Slipping into the sheets, she turned out the light and closed her eyes.




Her alarm never went off.
The damn cat had managed to unplug her clock somehow, causing her to groggily wake and find the flashing 5:15 in her eyes. "Whaaa...?," she mumbled sleepily, only to realize what it meant. "Well what time is-"

Rooting around for her phone on the nightstand, she gave a shriek at the actual time of quarter to 9. "SHIT!" Flailing out of bed, she rushed through the bathroom, managing the quickest shower of her life before throwing on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Her frantic efforts managed to ge her to the college only 10 minutes late.... Though it did little to impress the professor scowling at her in the doorway.

"Miss Vincent-"

"I knowww...," she interjected with a huff, squeezing past him and taking her seat.

He continued to frown at her, plunking the paper down on her desk and continuing by. "You get no extra time, Miss Vincent. Next time, come to class when expected."

She scowled, glancing after him- and spotting Mick, who was making faces at her. Jerk. She threw her pen at him, following it up by sticking her tongue out. Most of the time, she tried to act her age... but Mick was still such a kid at heart, it was infectious.

"Miss Vincent!"

"Holy hell-!" She sat up quickly, her face red as she smiled up at the infuriated man. "I was just asking him for a new pen...?"
 
After a few minutes of the classroom experience, Pithos was growing bored. He'd enjoyed the commute to her school, seeing all of the buildings, the people, the sights. Everything was different now. It was simply amazing to behold. There was so much...more now. The world was that much bigger. Endless possibilities. Unfortunately he was stuck in this classroom. He had underestimated how much of a bore it would be.

It took another few minutes of silence for him to act. He let a black tendril slip up into her pant-leg. It slowly snaked it's way up her leg until the thing moved her panties aside and slithered beneath them. Once there, it slowly slipped past her lips and inside her. She was warm. He had missed this feeling. Another slender tentacle made it's way up her leg, beneath the fabric of her pants until it was in the same area.

Without hesitation it slipped beneath her panties and began to fondle her clit. The tip of the dark tendril rubbed against her soft nub. Now, now he was having some fun.
 
Dora didn't remember a thing on that test. She stared at the paper blankly, trying to pull up some sort of information from the back of her mind that may have seeped in during class and her terribly wandering mind.

Finally managing to answer a few of the questions, she started to think over one of the essays, jotting down her ideas on the subject when she felt something rather- strange. Shifting in her seat, she figured maybe it was just the way she was sitting and making her pants ride a little oddly.

The movement did nothing to help. In fact, it seemed to make things worse, as the strange feeling was now-

Pithos!

She paled a bit as she realized what was going on; her passenger had woken up and was trying to play around in the same manner he had done last night. Well, he had said he could see into her thoughts... *Stop that!*, she demanded in her head, still wriggling around in her seat. *This is not the time for you to be... Oh god, Pithos, please, don't do that...*

Her infuriated thoughts turned to a more concerned fright as he decided that brushing and teasing simply wasn't enough, having the brave nerve to press himself inside her. Her legs tightened beneath her desk, a light whine in her throat as she tried to keep from letting the rest of the class see the odd behavior.

"..Don't...," She whimpered out loud, her fingers tightening around the pen in her hand as he teased and stroked, moving inside her and making it even more difficult to keep her mind on her work.

"Something wrong, Miss Vincent?"

Her eyes widened, shaking her head quickly. "N-No sir, sorry- I just, um.. I think I need to go to the bathroom.." There she could get him to behave, get him to stop trying to drive her insane in the middle of her class and-

"Test first, Miss Vincent."

She let out another whimper, both at her teacher's refusal to let her leave and Pithos' unrelenting wandering.
 
"Quiet now before you get in trouble..."

He spoke with a sarcastic tone before more tendrils made their way up her legs. They were wandering all over her now, rubbing her inner thighs, caressing each butt cheek, one even teased at her rear entrance. Several more slipped into her pussy, the small tendrils slithering deep within her. They brushed against her walls, the tips flicking about to tease her. The one about her clit continued to massage it, rubbing it in a circular motion.

"You should see your face right now girl...quite the picture."

The multiple tendrils within her suddenly merged into one bigger shaft which began to slowly pump in and out of her pussy. He felt every bit of her and she was wonderful. Her skin was soft and delicate, her body warm and inviting.

The fact that she was so embarrassed aroused him further. He enjoyed her frustration, the feeling of helplessness.
 
*Stop it, please-!*, she begged him once again, her thighs pressed tighly together as she closed her eyes, trying her hardest to keep focused and not let his playful torturing make her stand out to the rest of the room. Her hand tightened about the pen, her hips rocking up from the seat in a frustrated arousal from his actions as Pandora attempted to keep herself in control.

*Y-You had promised to behave...* It was even hard to think straight, let alone even try to answer anything on that paper in front of her.

She jerked forward in her chair as he suddenly combined the exploring tendrils inside her and delved further, the grip on her pen causing it now to snap in half and spill black ink across her desk. A light cry managed to seep from her lips, her cheeks so flushed she felt dizzy. She wanted to get out of there, to run out of the room and hide, get away from all these eyes that she felt were staring at her. She bit down harder on her lip, bringing tears to her eyes. She wanted to run..

..but couldn't. She was even more afraid of what might happen if she were to even try to stand up right now. Pithos was claiming so much of her that she simply couldn't bring herself to move, scared that getting up would somehow reveal what was happening. She whimpered again, now more frustrated that her body seemed to be betraying her and actually enjoying his dirty game.

"You've certainly made a mess, Miss Vincent," the professor grumbled as he approached her desk, scowling at the flood of ink. "I suppose this was your way of getting restroom time?"

"No-sir...I-I think I'm ok..."
God, why's he have to keep looking at her, just go away; get away you old bastard, stop staring-

*Pithos, please, not here- Please don't make me do THAT here, not in class...Not with him looking at me like that!,* she pleaded once more, still trying to avoid looking at her teacher.
 
A devious chuckle echoed through her mind.

"I said I would try...and I did."

In order to prolong her suffering under his hand, he retracted every single tentacle save for the one wound about her clit. The others slowly slid back down her legs, leaving a trail of her juices as they did so. Even as a creature of lust and passion, he knew how to maintain control. Even if it did mean...slowing down a bit.

"I will release you under one condition and only that condition."

The slender tendril massaging her fleshy nub retracted slightly, only for the tip to spread out and open to resemble an aperture of sorts. It then lowered over her swollen clit to began slow rhythmic sucking motions.

"Swear yourself, body and soul, to me and you will be released. I will even give you a present afterwards."

Elsewhere

Far from human understanding, in a realm of white clouds and golden light, stood an impressive palace. There were high towers, strong intricate columns, and lush gardens of green. Deep within this palace in a room of white marble there sat upon his throne the Lord of all gods, Zeus. His strong chest was covered in a white toga-like robe. Across the robe was a blue sash. His eyes were narrowed, his chin resting in his open palm as he stroked his long white beard.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind followed by a barely visible streak of silver. It moved quick, zigzagging left and right through the tall pillars until it stopped right in front of the large golden throne. Zeus looked down and spoke, his voice echoing in the vast room.

"Hermes..."

The silver haired man nodded, kneeling before his master. He wore the same white robes as everyone else except he wore metal bracers and shin guards. Also protruding from his ankles were small white feathery wings. He was of a smaller frame, but very toned and defined. His skin was darker than that of Zeus and most of the other gods, more of an olive shade.

"Sir, there are reports of a re-emerging darkness in the world of man. Some of my scouts believe it to be Pithos."

At the mention of that name, Zeus grumbled a bit, obviously annoyed. He lifted his hand and waved the messenger away.

"Go then, find out the truth and report back to me."

In the blink of an eye, Hermes was gone. All that remained was another gust of wind and a streak of silver as he bolted away. The God King twirled a lock of his beard with his finger and sighed.
 
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