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Months have passed now
You've taken her everywhere you know, taught her to behave, and even helped her hit the gym a few times
She showers on her own, has learned to read, and is slowly learning to use a computer. You've even bought her clothes, which she can get in and out of on her own.
In a way, you see her not just as your wife (if only because she insists on it), but also a kind of surrogate daughter. Others treat her as your own wife, and you've found it easy to disguise her true nature by making her wear sunglasses.
Her motor skills have developed significantly, and she can even write and cut her own hair without issue, though she's not great at either, and her chicken scratch can be hard to read at times.
You've also notice that she doesn't need to eat, and she has never used the bathroom either.
One day, she makes you sit down at the dining table.
"Please wait..."
Her voice has gotten less shaky. It still resonates in your head, but it's softer, gentler now. Plus, you've gotten used to it.
Even before she comes back, you notice a nice smell coming from the kitchen. It's the first time you've smelled something good inside your own house in a long time.
She comes back and lays down a plate before you. You've done this routine time and time again, but...
...but this time, it actually looks like real food? There's a neatly arranged pile of rice on the table, arranged to make something that.. you guess are supposed to be cat ears?
"I worked hard to make this for you... please enjoy. I sincerely hope you'll be proud of me..."
Her speech has also become more sophisticated over time. You think it's kind of cute.
She does a short little bow, the only thing betraying her true nature being, well, her eyes, and her trembling hands.
You dig in, surprised to see meat inside the rice, and...
It's... good. It's not amazing, but it is good. The rice is a bit overcooked, and the meat is a bit undercooked, but this is edible. It even has seasoning! She's finally made good food!
"Huh..."
"It's... good... It's genuinely good..."
She smiles, literally ear to ear, a sight you've gotten used to by now. But this time, she's far more pleased than she used to be, when you pretended the food she made was good.
You finish your plate out of your own will this time, without making excuses or forcing yourself to do so. It's the best god damn food you've eaten in months.
"Kronii" begins to cry, her eyes dripping black fluid and her body trembling.
"Are you okay?"
"It's like you said... on our first date... I'm happy... I'm happy that you're here..."
You get up after finishing and embrace her tightly. Her hands wrap around you, and something else...
Oh, that's right. A month ago, you found out she could dynamically shift her body to create tentacles. It was horrifying when it first happened, but you've gotten used to the tentacle hugs by now, too.
"I'm proud of how far you've come. You're the best wife anyone could ask for."
"But... we're not married yet."
"Do you want to change that?"
"...!"
Weeks later, you stand before the priest. A solemn wedding, which no one was invited to, taking place in a church far from civilization.
You're not particularly religious, but she insisted on having a traditional wedding. Probably because she's come to like fancy dresses, you've noticed.
"You may kiss the bride."
Her long, snake-like tongue wraps around your own inside your mouth, gripping tightly as if to say 'I'll never let you go'.
It's a while before she finally gives you permission to move away.
You press your foreheads together, and your wedding ends just like that. Quietly, no party, just a physical display of love only the two of you would understand, a form of communication that requires no words.
As you begin the long drive back home, you look at her body. With clothes like that, she barely looks like the real Kronii. But you couldn't care less about that; real, fake, human or monster, she was your genuine wife now.
You wonder now if maybe she's ready to do 'it', the right way this time. She turns to look at you, her eyes narrowing and a tiny smile forming on her face.
She licks her lips, a tentacle crawling inside your pants.
Well, it is going to be a long ride home, on a mostly empty highway...

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Pub: 13 Sep 2021 03:16 UTC
Edit: 13 Sep 2021 04:12 UTC
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