The Great Penis Secession

Warning: Graphic violence, and mention of sexual assault. Tentacle porn. Sappy happy ending, ewww.

The Great Penis Secession

Ji-woo ran up the stairs, the air burning in her lungs. The little creature she was pressing against her chest, safely tucked away under her hoodie, was making little chirping sounds of distress.

"It'll be okay", Ji-woo gasped. "It'll be okay, little one. We're almost home..."

The banging and the screams down below got louder and louder. Ji-woo was so glad that she had been able to close the heavy door of her apartment building after she had slipped in. Not even ten men would be able to force it open with brute strength alone.

Still, judging by the alarming cacophony rising up through the staircase, she had that sinking feeling that the door would merely slow the horde down... Not keep it out. And what then?

There.

An all-consuming cracking and crashing sound, metal, glass and wood crying out in agony. Daylight flooded into the building, and malevolent dancing shadows. And screams. An unbelievable pandemonium of screams. And then, the worst of it all. The sound of dozens and dozens of feet rushing up the stairs, behind her. They were inside.

Ji-woo cried out, trying to push away that feeling of despair. Just let me get home, she thought, through the veil of her panic. I just wanna go home. Even if it won't change a thing...

Up, and up. When she had moved into this building, two years ago, as she had started university, Ji-woo had complained about the lack of an elevator. How it felt that the stairs were going on forever. Seo-ah, her best friend, who had helped her move, had quipped that there was always one more floor than you expected. Today, this felt truer than ever.

And those who pursued her were catching up. They were so close that their booming voices were vibrating inside of her, now. She sobbed, her vision got blurry.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight hit her directly in the eyes. The apartment door in front of her had been kicked open. And out came Do-yoon and Seo-jun. Her favorite neighbours, by their own humble assessment.

"We got you, Ji-woo!" Seo-jun cried out. At least, she thought it was Seo-jun; she was still disoriented, and against the sunlight, she could only see their dark outlines. Seo-jun had only recently started hormone therapy, so his voice wasn't as deep as that of his partner, yet.

Broad-legged like cowboys, the pair got into position, each holding a baseball bat.

"No!" Ji-woo blurted out. "There's too many of them!"

"Excellent," Do-yoon said, squeezing his improvised weapon in his fists. "What do you think, sweetheart... Is this a good day for a heroic last stand, or what?"

"An excellent day, my love," Seo-jun said.

Ji-woo rushed past them. Then she collapsed, on the flight of stairs just above them. Both from exhaustion... And because Seo-jun and Do-yoon were her friends. "Don't do this... Please... Save yourselves."

But they weren't listening.

In either case, now the horde was upon them.

Someone who looked like a middle-aged construction worker - maybe he was the one who had shown the others how to break down the door of the building- was the first to arrive, swinging a cartoonishly huge and nasty looking wrench.

"DIE, YOU FREAKS!" He growled.

Seo-jun dodged his attack, but just barely. The wrench strafed his shoulder. He hit the attacker on the head, but the yellow hardhat absorbed most of the blow.

Do-yoon gave helmet-head a powerful kick to the gut, and brought the baseball bat down on his face, breaking his nose. A cloud of blood erupted from the man's confused grimace.

He fell backwards, and was immediately pushed aside - perhaps trampled - by those who came after him.

The next wave was a horde of young men, possibly even younger than Ji-woo. Was that a guy she recognized from uni? Impossible to tell - their faces barely even looked like faces anymore, twisted into snarling grimaces of pure hatred. They were growling, spitting, screeching, as they were clawing at them with their bare hands.

Ji-woo's neighbours got a couple of them, broke at least one more nose, but there were just too many. So many that they pushed towards the apartment like a flood of flesh. Of arms and legs and teeth, and also knives and lead pipes, even hammers.

Ji-woo shrieked as one of them, an especially tall guy, reached up and tried to grab her ankle.

Do-yoon received a blow to his left arm, and to Ji-woo, it looked broken. Maybe it was the sheer adrenaline, but Do-yoon shrugged it off as if it was nothing, he kept hitting the attackers with his one good arm.

But that was the last straw.

An enraged screech could be heard from her neighbours' apartment. Even the attackers briefly stopped in their tracks.

A mass of aggressively flailing tentacles erupted onto the scene, disrupting the sunlight in the staircase, making the shards of light dance like a disco ball.

"Goo, NO!" Seo-jun cried out, trying to shove the cobalt-speckled creature back into the apartment. "Stay inside! Protect little Seo-ah! Stay inside! Please, Goo!"

From the inside of the apartment, the cry of a newborn baby could be heard.

But the tentacle creature didn't listen to its master. It had heard the cracking of Do-yoon's bone, and thus had no more fucks to give.

The attacking horde swiftly shook off their confusion, and rushed towards them with new-found bloodlust.

"Die, monster!!"

"Die!!"

"WE GOT ONE!!"

"Kill them all!!"

"Kill the freaks!!"

"Kill the slut!!"

"RAPE them!!"

"Burn them!!"

It was all woven together into a tapestry of hatred.

Goo shielded its family with its powerful tentacles, pushed the enraged men aside like insects, but when they just kept coming, Goo decided to no longer hold back.

It rolled one of its tentacles up into a muscular wrecking ball, and punched. The skull of a man exploded like a pumpkin, showering his comrades in blood and bits of brain and bone.

If anything, that enraged them even more. No matter. Goo electrified one of its tentacles, and fried two more men. A fourth one, Goo dispatched by wrapping a tentacle around his belly and - twisting hard - ripped him in half.

That gave the attackers pause once more.

But not for long. From below, the sound of a rotating saw could be heard. The men opened up a passage, cheering.

Up the stairs rushed a guy clad in makeshift armor, triumphantly brandishing his screeching, infernal blade.

Goo had the right idea, and shifted its tentacles into a turtle-like shield, which the creature held in front of itself and its masters. The saw dug its merciless metal teeth into the carapace, sending sparks and little shards flying into the staircase, but for now, the shield held.

And then, Goo retreated into the apartment, pulling Do-yoon and Seo-jun along with it.

"No!" Do-yoon bellowed. "Ji-woo! We have to take Ji-woo with us!! Goo, stop!"

But Goo only cared about protecting its family. It dragged them inside, and shut the door. No doubt barricading it from the other side.

It's better this way, Ji-woo thought. Be safe, my friends...

Before the attackers could shake off their stupor, Ji-woo shakily rose back to her feet. Just one last set of stairs. Just one more floor, and then she would be home.

One way or another, this would soon be over.

She gently squeezed the warm little bundle close to her heart.

There. Her apartment door. It felt like a miracle, that she got it open without dropping her keys, the way her hands were shaking, and the way her vision was nothing but a blur.

She darted inside, locked and bolted the door behind her. By a welcome twist of fate, it was a fire-shield door made of metal, so there was that. The first invaders were already banging against it from the other side. Ji-woo was under no illusion that they'd get through that last barrier as well. But maybe, just maybe, if she could hold out long enough until help showed up... The police...

Ha. The police. Ridiculous. For all she knew, the police were probably on THEIR side. Would join them.

She had lost her cellphone, of course. No doubt pulverized in the stampede.

She stumbled into her bedroom, and shoved whatever heavy furniture she could grab in front of the door. Anything, to slow those assholes down.

Then, she let herself drop down on her bed. Even through the closed window, she could hear the screams, rising up from the streets below. Chaos. Complete and utter chaos. Like it was the end of the world.

Ji-woo fought to catch her breath. Her head was spinning. It had all happened so fast. SO fast. In a matter of hours, her quiet university town had turned into hell on Earth.

When she had gotten up, that morning, she had felt so proud. Her first protest. Her very first day, as an activist.

Under her hoodie, the little one squeaked. With a helpless chuckle, she unzipped, and let the little rascal break free.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered. "You know that, little guy? That's why they hate you. That's why they want to hurt you. Because they know what you are. How good you are. Not like THEM."

She let her hand wander over its quivering body. The creature purred, and snuggled up to her palm.

An amble, is what they were called. Short for "ambulatory".

"No matter how this goes," Ji-woo whispered. "I am glad I found you, little one."

The creature rearranged its anatomy, and spawned a pair of big, golden eyeballs.

Ambles came in all shapes and colors. The little one's default form was pitch black, and elongated, like a sea cucumber made of velvet-soft, wriggling tentacles. As if to cheer her up, it opened up a tiny pink mouth, meowed at her, and then spread a pair of orange, tiger-striped butterfly wings.

Ji-woo laughed, scooped the little guy up in her hands, and held him above her head.

The memory of a man with black leather boots, about to crush the little guy under his foot, flared up in her mind. She shuddered, and instinctively gave her ward a little squeeze.

Sensing that spike of anguish, the little amble spawned a tiny pink tongue, and gave her a gentle lick.

His purring grew stronger, sending delicate vibrations throughout her body. It was as if all the horrible, defiling sensations from the staircase were flushed out of her. The banging and shouting at the front door grew louder, but now, Ji-woo wasn't afraid anymore. Not like before.

"Thank you," she whispered, a little tear of relief in the corner of her eye.

The creature had washed the filth of the invaders out of her. And in her new-found calm, other feelings, emotions that had laid buried, raised their heads again. Anger. Defiance. Frustration. And something else.

She bit the tip of her tongue. One of those vibrations wandered over her abdomen, and hit her clitoris.

"You know what," she wheezed, with a mischievous grin. "Why not...? Why the fuck not."

Why not, indeed. It was now or never.

"We still have some time. I will show you something. Want me to teach you...?"

The little amble squeaked at her inquisitively.

She unzipped her pants.

The little amble let a curious tentacle wander over her lower abdomen.

Ji-woo gulped. "That's right... Don't be shy, now..."

Emboldened, the creature let his pseudopods wander deeper, following the little tickle he sensed in her skin. His many delicate arms spread out through the dense jungle of her pubic hair. The creature's texture changed from velvet to silky-smooth. With one elegant motion, he freed Ji-woo of her shorts and panties. A few more seconds, and he had found her clitoris.

Instinctively, he wrapped around it. The next gasp was so strong, it almost made her sit up. "Yes... Just like that..."

Ji-woo had read about this, but never experienced it herself. It was almost impossible to describe. The way ambles instinctively found their way around your body. Listening to the intricate song of your blood vessels and nerve endings.

Not only that, but the way they stimulated your body, it was like time itself was slowing down for you, that's how many intricate sensations were packed into every single second.

The little guy gently massaged himself into her vulva, made spiraling and squeezing motions around her clit. It actually felt like her clitoris was growing, stretching out, just to absorb all of those sensations.

And then, just like that, three of the tentacles started flowing down even further. Relentless, deliberate. They found her wetness - which was already plentiful, by then - and curved upwards, like a little three-fingered hand. Effortlessly, he located her G-spot. She bucked her hips, and, Oh, it was like her cunt was opening up to him like a ravenous maw.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Ji-woo watched in awe as almost all of his tentacles merged together to create his ultimate form: An absolutely gorgeous, big, pitch-black phallus, with thin, elegant gill openings and an orange light glowing within.

He slid deep inside of her, as if it was nothing, almost sucked inside by her hunger. He immediately hit her cervix, and it didn't even hurt a bit. No boy had ever been able to do this, for her. Ji-woo had once read that women who could tolerate a massage of their cervix could experience a kind of bliss unlike any other. Like someone was caressing your very soul. Now, she finally understood what that meant.

He slid almost completely out of her, and back inside. At all times, he kept massaging her clit with his remaining tentacles. The amble made pumping motions inside of her, drinking the fluids of her cunt. She could feel him grow stronger with every drop, and in turn, pounding her even harder.

She lifted her pelvis, as if trying to reach the heavens, cunt-first.

Pleasure had settled down on her senses like a veil. She didn't notice the cracking sounds when they finally managed to break down her apartment door. A few minutes later, when a man broke down her bedroom door and makeshift barricades with an axe, she was barely even alarmed. Let them do their worst, those pathetic varmints. Discarded relics, of a dying world, enraged by how utterly unnecessary they were. She was above all that, now. She was experiencing a pleasure they could never even comprehend.

The man was pointing at her, screaming. His eyes wide with pure, all-consuming rage.

He grabbed for her amble, tried to rip him out of her. In the fraction of a second, her little companion shapeshifted a surprisingly humanoid fist, and without ever stopping what he was doing, punched the rude interloper's front teeth out. The man tumbled to the floor.

A second man appeared, and picked up the axe of his predecessor. He growled like a mindless beast, and lifted his axe high above his head, clearly indifferent whether he would strike the amble, the young woman, or both. Already three, four more men were trying to squeeze into the bedroom behind him, giddy with hateful anticipation.

But the amble had tracked the situation with one big, yellow eyeball. Just as Ji-woo was bucking her hips again, he replaced that eye with a deceptively small, black tube, and from that tube, he spewed a kind of liquid fire. A precise, powerful stream that incinerated at least a good 70% of the attacker in an instant.

The other men quickly retreated with terrified shrieks.

The heat from the burning flesh flowing onto her skin sent Ji-woo over the edge. She had the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced so far.

But she didn't have enough. Not nearly enough. Even though her limbs were still shaking, she managed to roll onto her belly, and lift her naked ass into the air. She was determined to find out if she was multi-orgasmic. Now that she was finally with someone capable of getting her there.

Her little amble immediately caught her drift, and resumed ramming into her with all his might. With one free tentacle, he ferociously massaged her butthole and perineum. With another two, he reached out, all the way to the front, ran over her belly, and under her shirt and bra, and grabbed her breasts. He squeezed them, hard. Ji-woo cried out in awe.

It was at this moment that the first man, the one who's teeth the amble had punched out, stumbled back to his feet. Seeing Ji-woo's joyfully quivering ass in front of him, he pounced, clearly hell-bent once more on ripping the amble out of her with his bare hands.

Ji-woo never saw this, of course, as she was facing away from the scene, but dozens of thin tentacles shot out of her plucky lover, transpierced the attacker's torso... And greedily started sucking him dry.

As the man shriveled up like a prune, his face freezing in an expression of mummified confusion, the amble more than doubled in mass with the flood of nutrients. He put it to good use, by fucking Ji-woo even harder.

But the other men had shaken off their stupor, and stormed the bedroom. Her amble quickly analyzed the scene and decided, enough is enough.

With another punch, he broke down her window, and dragged her outside. With his new size and mass, he was able to carry her, though just barely. All the while, she kept grinding down on his monster dick, without a care in the world.

"Woah!" Ji-woo gasped, as crisp autumn air shot into her mouth and nostrils, was flooding into her lungs. She blinked, barely able to process what was going on. They were up on the roof, that big platform on top of their building. Ji-woo had only been here once before, when Seo-jun and Do-yoon had invited her to join them for a little clandestine picnic. The amble had dragged her all the way to the roof, and there she was, with her naked ass, all the way up in the sky, overlooking the city. It was like she had entered a completely different reality. So absorbed was she by the enormity of it, she barely even noticed the amble slipping out of her.

The reason he had slipped out of her was that he now needed all of his resources to fight off the men closing in from all sides. Of course, the relentless horde had followed them onto the rooftop.

In a matter-of-fact kind of way, he used one free arm to shove her pair of shorts into her arms; he had brought them along. Preferring not to dwell too much on the absurdity of the situation, she put them on.

He fought valiantly, spewing his liquid fire, and flinging attackers off the roof like bugs. He was now almost as big as Ji-woo. One arm, he had wrapped protectively around her, soft and warm.

Still, there were too many of them. Ji-woo realized that there was no way out of this. Already, the little guy's movements were growing sluggish, even with all his new growth. It made Ji-woo sad, to think that she had never even given him a name. If only there had been more time.

Just as she thought that everything was lost, a dark shadow fell over the rooftop.

And when she looked up, there was The Valkyrie.

"Here comes the MOTHERFUCKING cavalry!"

From the sky descended the most bizarre and most glorious thing Ji-woo had ever seen.

~~~

That day, protests and counter-protests had been taking place in cities all over the country, and more often than not, erupted into brutal street battles and riots.

Women had taken to the streets by the thousands with their ambles by their side, immediately meeting a swarm of enraged men thirsting for blood.

The protests had been triggered by the draft of a new law currently being debated in parliament.

After it had been discovered that ambles had the ability to impregnate anyone with a uterus, even post-menopause, conservative lawmakers had panicked. Every amble could be induced by the person it had bonded with to produce sperm, and if it got someone pregnant, that person would give birth to a clone of themselves - minus hereditary diseases.

The proposed law stipulated that intercourse with ambles would be made strictly illegal, as well the possession and re-creation of ambles, and most draconic of all, that all ambles in the country would be exterminated, without exception. Also, the penal code would be expanded with another new, oddly specific criminal offense: The severing of any human penis whatsoever, dead or alive, even with the explicit consent of its owner, by third party or by the owners themselves.

That last part, to spoil the mystery, had been mostly added in reaction to a tsunami of trans women voluntarily donating their genitals to the cause. Ambles had first been developed by a laboratory in a nation on the western coast of the continent, the first generations had depended entirely on import. Now a homegrown industry had sprung up.

The outrage among the nation's women when the anti-amble law was first announced was matched only by the triumphant gloating of male activists.

Far from Ji-woos usually sleepy university town, the biggest and most decisive protest of them all was happening at the capital.

The footage from the violent clashes shook the nation, and the world. By noon, there were already reports of casualties. A woman in the capital had been beaten to death by three men, who were, in turn, torn to shreds by the woman's enraged amble.

In an incredible twist of events, the very leader of the conservative party, upon watching the news, completely reversed her position.

"I stand before you today," she said in her speech, "To tell you of my change of heart. As a woman, and mother of two wonderful daughters, I say: We shall listen to the women of this great nation. Is our conservatism, our belief in 'family values', really nothing more than sadistic restrictions we put on women, like our critics have always claimed? Are we to use dictatorial powers to impose conformity and eugenics, the way our enemies do? I say, that is NOT the kind of country I have vowed to serve. Not the kind of country I want for my children. So, without reservation, I have decided to vote against the proposed law. I invite every member of this house, no matter their party affiliation, to vote according to nothing but their own conscience." With a wink, she added: "I would also like to remind the married gentlemen in our ranks, that your wives are watching."

In the end, the law was narrowly defeated. News of the results spread like wildfire.

"Incredible scenes at the anti-amble protests! As we speak, women among the Anti-Amb are TURNING on their male counterparts! Here is one of them now, Mrs Gong An-na, from Jireong-i-ri. An-na, what's going on! Why did you switch sides? "

"Yes, Hello, Hee-jin," the lady from Jireong-i-ri yelled into the camera, beaming with glee, "It's like... I am standing there, I hear the news, and suddenly, I realize. There are THOUSANDS of women in front of us! And it dawns on me... Wait a minute... Is it possible? Can women ACTUALLY WIN? My whole life, I have lived in fear. I had to be the perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife, stand by my man, all that SHIT. And suddenly, it's magical. I realize, I do not HAVE to be with him! I don't HAVE to put up with men, AT ALL! There is a whole WORLD of women out there, waiting for me, fighting for me! We can DO it, there is a way out! We can WIN, TOGETHER! "

She lets out a triumphant scream, and holds up a bloody bundle, which is rapidly morphing into a juvenile amble.

From there, it is apparent that the anti-amble protest is rapidly imploding. Lots of footage of triumphantly ululating women and girls chasing after fleeing men.

Several months later, one of the few women who decided to stick with the anti-amble activists would become "Queen" of Mandom Island, a reclusive island society founded by a sub faction of the movement, calling themselves patriarchal separatists. Ambles strictly prohibited, of course, all male corpses to be swiftly incinerated. Mandom Island would attempt to attract new settlers with the promise of a land where "men were still real men, strong and proud, making women feel like real women". Still, the gender ratio would stabilize at roughly 1 woman to 100 men, no more. The male population of the island would experiment aggressively with sex bots, virtual reality porn and futile attempts to reliably create some vulva-based counterpart to the ambles. They also boasted that they would develop an "antidote", for the amble mutation, to, quote, "reclaim the dicks of our fallen brothers". That, too, remained completely fruitless. In the end, the queen, along with all other female settlers, would find her end in an ultimate uprising of a horny mob of men hell-bent on raping every single one of them. Her last act as queen would be to activate a self-destruct mechanism inside her throne, obliterating both herself and the attackers closing in on her. Among the scattered remains, there was one miraculously intact set of penis and testicles, which quickly morphed into an energetic new amble. It proceeded to absorb the rest of the upsetting goulash, grew to respectable size, and swiftly pacified the rest of the island in glorious self-defense as the surviving male population of the colony attacked.

~~~

In awe, Ji-woo watched the descent of a majestic amble, bigger than any she had encountered before. It was flying, with four powerful dragon wings, and a series of colorful gas bladders on top, like a balloon made of stained glass. Underneath, muscular arms with sickle-like claws, and tentacles as thick as trees.

And sitting broad-legged on one of those tentacles, there was his master. The Valkyrie. A girl Ji-woo knew by the name of Seo-ah.

The Valkyrie was naked from the waist down. The tentacle she was sitting on had branched out a big, phallic outgrowth, and it was inside her. She was rotating her hips relentlessly. Riding her beast into battle, in more ways than one.

"Atlas!" The Valkyrie cried out triumphantly. "Get that FILTH out of my sight!"

She sharply bucked her hips, and with a mighty roar, the majestic amble reached out to the men who had surrounded Ji-woo. Every single one of them was transpierced by a tentacle, and sucked dry. One latecomer, who had just started climbing onto the rooftop, took one look at the scene and noped the fuck out.

In a surprisingly elegant motion, Atlas landed on the rooftop, next to Ji-woo, folded up his wings, and deflated his balloons.

Before the Valkyrie could say anything more, Ji-woo had rushed towards her, and thrown her arms around her friend.

"Happy to see you too, girl," Seo-ah laughed.

"Any chance you're gonna... You know... Dismount?"

"Mhm... Not yet."

Ji-woo's amble had reached out to one of Atlas' tentacles, and mimicking their masters, the two ambles hugged as well.

A sudden cry made them all flinch.

"JI-WOO! LOOK AT ME, JI-WOO!"

Someone else had appeared on the rooftop. His chest heaving, his shirt drenched in sweat. In his hands, a crowbar.

It was Seung-woo.

The Valkyrie ordered Atlas to put a muscular clawed arm between the women and the interloper. But Ji-woo gently put her hand on her friend's shoulder.

"No. I'll deal with this myself." To her amble, she said: "Come."

As Atlas reluctantly withdrew his protective barrier, Ji-woo stepped forward, and her young amble dutifully followed behind.

Seeing the amble by her side, the boy cried out in disgust. "So that's the way it is, huh? That's what you have REPLACED me with. That THING. Three years, Ji-woo. Didn't it mean anything, to you?"

"Did I mean anything to you, Seung-woo? Or was I just a doll to you? Someone to pester and push around, so you could feel big? I have already told you, it is over. I never want to see you again."

"How DARE you...!"

All of those dreaded memories came flooding back into her mind. But today, they didn't fill her with fear and hopelessness. They filled her with RAGE.

"It is your choice," she said with a trembling voice, but standing firm. Glaring at him with narrow eyes. "You can join us, in the new world. Be kind, and respect women. Let us be happy, and free. Renounce your greed, and your selfishness, and your cruelty. Keep your stares and grubby hands off of us. I hear good things about St. John's wort and mindfulness training. Then you can have a place among us, as friends, allies. Equals. Same as everyone of your kind." She took a sharp breath. "Or you WON'T. It's your choice."

Seung-woo tensed up. She could see his fist shaking, around his crowbar. Then, with a scream, he raised his head and his improvised weapon, and rushed towards her.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Ji-woo wheezed.

She dodged his attack, and closed her eyes, but not before seeing the tentacles of her amble lurch towards her attacker.

There were screams, and the sound of flesh being torn apart. And then, silence.

Wrex, she thought. I am calling him Wrex.

She opened her eyes again, and opened her arms. Wrex threw his blood-dripping tentacles around her, mewling in anguish.

"Shhh... It's okay... It's over now," she cooed. "You did good. You did real good. You were SO brave."

She turned around, and saw The Valkyrie approach, still riding Atlas' tentacle. Their eyes met, and they smiled.

"That was amazing," The Valkyrie softly said. "Oh... Look!" She pointed at the bloody remains of what had once been Ji-woo's ex.

He had been torn to pieces, and one of those pieces just so happened to be his penis. It was already starting to change.

Do-yoon, Seo-jun and Goo had also joined them on the roof, now. Do-yoon had his broken arm in a makeshift sling, and Seo-jun was carrying their baby on his arm.

"It's like I suspected," Seo-jun gasped. "The spores must have spread to all cis men in the country, by now. As soon as a dick is severed from the nervous system..."

The tiny, newborn amble slithered towards the gentle, welcoming embrace of Wrex. It was bright pink, shaped almost like a lotus blossom.

"Kinda jealous, I must admit," Do-yoon snorted. "It's, like, a form of reincarnation."

"Reincarnation or not," Ji-woo said, looking out into the sunset. "There's a better future ahead of us. A just and happy future. The future we deserve."

In her arms, she held the newborn amble, who was purring softly, and her friends huddled around her, basking in the golden rays of the setting sun.

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