Youngest View

At the old edge of town left behind by development sits the decaying old mall, a place that once flowed with people and with money, it's every stone filled with memories spanning multiple generations, the crashing waves of trends and the shifting desires of the youth. Now it is little but a grave to itself, only not yet demolished because of a single business still renting a storefront near the old theater entrance, the Coin Slot, a retro styled arcade that has seen less foot traffic than the side of a skyscraper since the week began, two figures taking up space: The owner and her only employee, both sitting behind the counter and staring at their phones. The employee was a tall young woman, brunette hair in a lazy and messy bun. The owner a slightly shorter in stature but far grander in scope Hellhound, fur the color of analog sticks and Flame the color of Pixels. They stayed like that for several hours, the only sounds the various attract screens of the few still active cabinets that the two happened to like and the occasional rustling of wind through the empty halls of the rest of the building, until finally the human woman sighed. "Pix, can we talk?" "Unless I decide we can't. What's up, Em?" responds Pix, eyes narrowing at a bad gacha pull before turning her attention away from the screen. "Why are you, like... doing this? Nobody comes here, if you weren't magic we couldn't afford rent, much less paying me!" the words started even, but grew more rapid in pace, a sudden outpour of emotion that shocked Emily for a moment before continuing. "Why like... why are you still here? You Ignited! You can go anywhere! Like, LITERALLY anywhere! I've SEEN you stick your paws inside Dig-Dug! But you're still here! I don't underst..." she trailed off staring at the reflection of herself in the 16-bit starry skies that made up Pix's eyes. "You can't be serious, Pix. I'm a high-school dropout tranny who-"

"I've decided we can't talk." Pixels interrupted, words cutting through the air like Game Over text and sucking all the sound out of the room. "I can show you, though." Filled the vacuum after a moment, the quiet sounds of a dead mall crashing back in afterwards followed by the digitized squeak of paw pads hitting reflective carpet. Emily stared incredulously for a few seconds before following, knowing better than to keep her boss waiting. The pair stepped outside of the arcade, not even bothering to close the shutter since nobody was coming anyway. Gesturing with her paw, Pixels began to walk. The mall was a liminal horror creator's wet dream wheezing it's last breath, dusty windows and loose shutters as far as the eye could see. Much of the interior lighting was not even running, leaving everything lit only by the sunlight filtering in through half shattered skylights. Emily's frown grew ever deeper by the empty storefront, gritting her teeth in frustration before she decided it's been long enough to talk again.

"Pix, this is only making me more confused as to why you're here. Do you wanna fuck the Oldest View puppet or something?" Emily broke the silence, staring at what had once been a fountain. "Absolutely I do, but that's not it. Auugghh... humans. Right. Okay, let me make it more obvious for you." A menu opened up in Pixel's Flame, going from SKILL to HOWL, which flashed for just long enough for Emily to cover her ears before the Hellhound let loose a howl so mighty it blew the dust from every surface in the building, restoring a mirrorlike shine to the glass that hadn't been there for years. Emily parted her lips to grouse further before she took a look at the nearest storefront, her lips closing in an instant. It was reflective, but not of the time or reality they stood in. Looking back at her from a bustling mall was a younger version of herself, joined by a younger Pixels. But not as they were, not awkward "boys" drowning in axe and a lack of personality. Two girls, one already furry and surrounded by pixels matched the stares of their future selves. "That's... we wouldn't have even been seniors yet. What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not saying anything." Pix smiled. "No you're clearly saying SOMETHING here, I... Oh. Shit, literally?" Realization dawned, reflected across time and space by a pane of glass. "Yup. Now shush and follow me or I'm really gonna do it." Pixels pointed at her Flame, which was now hovering over the SILENCE skill. Emily frowned, and making eye contact with a younger self that didn't exist turned back around and stuck her tongue out in silence.

From there the pair kept walking, one pair of eyes always on an idealized past. All of the freedom of youth with none of the dysphoria. Neither was quite sure when they noticed the reflections going even further back into the past. Younger, but still the correct gender and species. The mall growing busier and busier, teeming with life again around them. By the time they reached the food court their reflections were in middle school and the mall itself was under a completely different design, a relic of decades before either of them were born burning itself to their youth regardless. It was here that the reflections broke for but a moment as a tall man approached both of their younger selves, salt and pepper beard showing his age as clearly as his fashion sense. The younger Pixels' eyes lit up like a filled super meter as she leapt into the embrace of her father, the younger Emily striding up beside him and swaying self-consciously at some unheard compliment.

In the present, Pixels stared with empty eyes.

"Haven't you ever, like... tried bringing him back? There isn't much you can't do, right?" Emily broke the silence again for only a moment before it sucked the sound from the air between them, the pair's eyes locked on the cross necklace around the neck of the man from a time that never was. The two's journey continued in silence, the reflections now of themselves as children, earliest memories flooding back to both of them. Had they really spent THAT much time in this place? They stopped at what had once been the entrance to Boscov's, but was now a warning for a collapsed roof.

A sudden gust of wind burst from one of the looser planks barring a door made of broken glass and empty space and knocked loose the neighboring door to the arterial back hallways of the mall, an invitation so clear even a human could understand it with some pushing from a Hellhound. The opportunities for reflective surfaces were far lower in the back of house, so this journey was undertaken in the present. An unfamiliar landscape just feet away from one they spent their lives in, winding to a storage room that shared the issue of collapsed roof with it's anchor cousin. "Well, I'd say this answers your question." Pixels speaks up, the wind rustling outside breaking the silence for her first. "EXCUSE ME!?" shouts Emily back, staring incredulously at her life long friend. "How does this answer my question at ALL!? You said one vague thing and we saw the past!!"

"Ahhh, c'mon, Em... human brain, right. Human brain..." Pixels sighed so deeply that a status effect window appeared over her head for a moment before vanishing back into nothing as she sucked air back in. "Two birds. Wanna have sex and reject your humanity?" Pixels asked, already ripping her equipment menu open and removing her clothes, the shorter and wider Hellhound's curves hovering in place for a moment before slapping into place under the tyranny of gravity. Emily's incredulous stare tried to invent new, deeper versions of the emotion that the human face was not capable of. "Did... are you saying that you've stuck around this dead end town, this dead end reality so you could show me something weird that isn't your fault and then have sex in public?" "It's not really public if it's the back rooms of a mall." "I can't stand arguing with you. Yeah sure, whatever. I'm undressing myself, though. I still don't know where my Inventory is supposed to be so I still haven't found that cute dress." Emily huffed, stripping from her simple arcade uniform of a ratty band t-shirt and ripped jeans inelegantly, revealing her body that would be graciously called lithe but in reality was more like emaciated, small tits that won't grow for "some reason" adorning a just-visible rib cage leading to a tiny little hen burnt away from years of estrogen and disuse. "You meant reject my humanity like you're gonna hit my prostate and make me howl, right?"

"No. I'm gonna make you a Hellhound while I knock you up. You already transed your gender, why not your species?" Pix answered like it was the most casual thing in the world before her ATB bar filled in an instant, shooting forward to grab Emily by the hips and throw her to the rough ground. Emily struggled both for breath and to find a flaw in the logic, much to her own annoyance with herself. It wasn't like she had a lot of prospects actually living out a human life... and as she heard the sound of something being equipped and felt a canine shaft prod against her hen before digging deeper into her flesh than anatomy should allow, she reasoned that if she complained about free bottom surgery her discord servers would kill her. Then the new nerve endings started to form already screaming hedonism, and musing about this gave way to moaning and gripping onto her lover's fur. Every thrust shifted more lines of the code of her self, rewrote not just her history but the history of the entire world. Artificial wombs were possible as soon as people started figuring out the whole organ transplant thing, and a common addition to GRS, which Emily had three years ago now. Then she started growing, filling out. Not plush like the beast carving her high score and initials into a fresh yet lived in cervix, but like a woman that took care of herself. Then she started growing taller, her clit already replacing itself with a replica of her old hen that grew as well. Three more thrusts and fur began to visibly sprout, a frustrated moan and two more and human ears had sunk into her head, one more sprouting two floppy canine ones replaced them. Four more and her very soul felt like it was set ablaze, after which it took only one for a tail to sprout all at once. The color of melancholy set into her fur as her face grew into a muzzle, new senses overwhelming a brain that wouldn't have the neural pathways to comprehend them until the tip of Pixel's shaft started knocking on the womb like a hentai doujin. "You can fit the knot in now, right? I'm gonna..."

All at once new muscles tensed at the same time Flame the color of Notes erupted into being, new paws empowered to grip Pixel by her thrusting hips and force her off just as the knot tried to inflate, arcs of cum shortly after meeting only the floor instead of their destined home. "H-hey!? What giiuughsb..." Pixels started and frowned as her voice was played back to her by the new Hellhound's Flame, jamming her unexpectedly. "My turn to control when we talk, Pix!" The newly born Sister Notes bellowed, her voice reverberating with acoustics impossible in the space. "I always knew you were a chaser. You seriously made me taller and gave me a huge cock?" she asked, easily hefting the comparative pocket pussy shortstack up to eye level with her, winamp visualizer staring into 16-bit stars. "You weren't supposed to notice that I did it until after I came." pouted Pixels in response, though that pout turned into a grin a moment later. "Besides. I can smell how hard you are feeling my tummy, so you're a chaser too. So you understand things now, right?" "Can I have seven seconds for my consciousness to adjust to existing outside my brain?" Notes huffed back, tossing Pixels tits first into the puddle of her own cum. "Besides, too horny for that now. Get it how you really wanted it." No verbal answer came, but Notes grinned as she heard equipment being taken off, a frame of animation later mounting her beloved sister.

Every thrust shook the walls like it shook the inhumanly large ass on the gamer pillow princess, shook the foundations of the building and of metaphysical existence. The air itself grew hotter and hotter with every wet slap of flesh against flesh, visibly warping. Memories and vestiges of vestiges of energy soaked into every material in the building rose and gathered, swirling in the air in a spiritual mass that grew so dense even the naked human eye could make it out, watching without eyes as Notes revealed herself to be a quickshot, knot already inflating and locking every drop of her first ropes of boiling cum into place as Pixel's soft chubby stomach grew taut and round with accelerated pregnancy. The afterglow was spent intertwining their Flames as the voyeuristic mass began to shake erratically, expanding and contracting without rhythm. Then suddenly falling into one as though it was always in step, the beating of a newborn heart as spiritual became physical, a small furry body building itself brick by brick. Where once was a dying mall full of memories and character now stood only an empty building with three Hellhounds in it.

The newest of the newborns stood stared around with eyes reflecting an infinitely blue yet empty sky, taking in Everything for the first time, Fur the color of Desolation painting itself into being, wreathed in Flame the color of Existence. Newborn eyes fell finally on the two other Hellhounds. The pair officially became a trio as Existence was welcomed into open arms, her tail wagging for the first time, the date of which it will stop for the first time still undetermined. The sun finally set for the last time they'd ever see as Pixels selected WALK in her menu, opening a tear in space.

The three, soon to be four, walked away from the only world they'd ever known, but they did so carrying their home with them.