Delta

"Hey Pom, it looks like your friends are hittin the hay" Delta pointed out quietly, nodding towards their retreating forms.

"They are?" Delta watched with a bemused smile as Pomella squinted, having a feeling it was only for show. "Oh yeah, they are! Wait a minute are they... finally, it took them long enough," Pomella chuckled, shaking her head.

"Oh? Did I miss a funny detail?"Delta looked back at them, tilting her head curiously.

"I mean its sorta funny in the way it hasn't happened yet or the fact they had to be knockout drunk," Pomella commented, smiling wide. "It seemed those two have had a crush on each other since they met, at least to some extent... if you look closely you can see they're leaning on each other and holding hands,"

"Oh yeah, you're right... well good for those two," Delta mused, watching the hotel door close as the two disappeared inside. "So are you not going to bed? Planning to join the party?"

"I mean, I am starting to feel tired... but," she faded off, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.

"Buuut, what?" Delta pressed curiously.

"I was... hoping I could sleep with you tonight? Maybe? Possibly?" Pomella asked softly, pulling her legs up to her chest as her voice wavered. Delta couldn't help but stare at her though, not able to fully comprehend the request. Her head was spinning, trying to come up with reasons why Pomella shouldn't - couldn't stay with her, but she knew it would be like trying to break a wall with a spoon. The bird-girl was stubborn, and while she was worried about how Pomella would react to her home she had to admit some company would be nice.

Despite her own reasoning, she did still try at least once, protesting softly, "I'm not sure that would be the best idea, I mean we barely know each other and - "

"You know, you became a lot more bashful with me once you started to consider me a friend," Pomella chuckled softly, smiling at her.

"Mmm... we should head to bed before the town gets too drunk, I'd like to avoid more Razors," she reasoned, trying to change the subject. Pomella chuckled again, her cheeks turning just a bit hotter than they were before, before standing up and popping her back into place. Pom stood up next to her, gesturing ahead of them. "Lead the way, and thank you,"

"Yeah yeah, let's get going," she dismissed softly, heading east towards the outer edge of town, her house being sandwiched between two larger ones. One of those, annoyingly, was the mayor's house - which meant Razor was a daily problem - who had decided to keep her close. She actually didn't mind the town that much, most of the inhabitants were polite to her, even if their eyes did wander. It was more the mayor and his son, the former working her like a dog while the latter seemed to think she belonged to him - no matter how many times she 'tripped' and her foot landed in exactly the 'wrong spot'.

Her only real problem was how crowded the town seemed at times, and while they were usually polite to her face she could tell they were staring, either at her binding or just her as the most 'unique' hybrid in the town.

"Hey Delta, can I ask you a question?" Pomella asked, Delta turning her head to see the bird-girl practically skipping behind her.

"Ask away,"

"Why do you wear so little?" she noticed as Pom subconsciously looked her up and down before looking away, her cheeks tinted with color.

"Man, you know just the wrong questions huh?" Delta teased a bit, causing her to rub the back of her head awkwardly.

"S-sorry, you don't have to answer I was just curious..."

"I'm joking, mostly, so don't worry," she chuckled softly, keeping a track of her mental map while they talked. "Well, the official reason is that when I transform my clothing doesn't transform with me, so the mayor instructed for me to wear the bare minimum so I didn't waste anything,"

"Does that mean you transform daily?"

"Ah and we come to the unofficial reason - you see, it's actually related to my... bust,"

"Your chest? How could that be a problem?" Pom seemed genuinely confused, head tilted as she thought.

"Hehe... well you see, my... size, isn't actually very normal for hybrids - in fact, most cold-blooded hybrids have relatively small sizes, the mammals tend to come in a wider spectrum but stick to the middle ground and arachnids have sizes like my own - but they create their own clothing so its not a problem,"

"Oooh... I know I made that sound but I still have no idea why its a problem," Pomella admitted, Delta chuckling softly. A quick check of her mental map showed they were close to her home before she turned her attention back to the bird girl.

"Well, there is very little clothing to accommodate my size, and back then I had no way to manage it," Delta continued, glancing down to her chest with a frown. (It's sad really, they have underwear for arachnids and centaurs that include pockets, yet nothing for 'larger' girls - Fobus) She remembered those times, it had always sucked since any time she tried to workout they went everywhere completely throwing her off and making everything a pain.

"A few Arachnids were kind enough to lend me a shirt or two, but then..." she sighed softly, picking at the top of her binding.

"You had to transform and ripped the shirt... why didn't you just take it off before transforming?"

"E-eh, I have a bad tendency to forget when I'm wearing something - anyway, Razor had been going through puberty at the time, so he convinced his dad to limit what I could wear and the shirts stopped coming in..."

"Ah... I see..."

"I was left with no way to contain it all, I had to deal with Razor and other guys constantly ogling me while I tried to work, and even girls had a tendency to stare... it had been pretty humiliating, and it made me dislike my own chest more and more as time went on,"

"I'm sorry to ask but, is that why Razor called you the town w - the thing he said?"

"Mhm, then a stranger from Innsmouth visited before the spiders had moved in, and when he met me I had seen confusion... then he mentioned binding and I've been doing it since,"

"I see, so it's both to keep people from staring and so you can actually do your job, right?"

"Yep! It took me a while to get used to it, but once I did I was a lot happier then I had been before - plus I got to rub it in whenever I saw Razor which is always a good thing,"

Delta jumped as a sudden weight rested on her shoulder, turning her head slightly to see Pomella's hand there, her sympathetic smile not far behind.

"I think I see the picture after so long of getting stared at you started to hate crowds - aka a lot of eyes - right?"

"Yeah... it's also why I tend to react how I do when I see someone staring, brings back memories..."

"Sorry about that I hadn't meant to at the ti - "

"I know I know, and it's fine really," Delta soothed softly, reaching up to gently rest her own hand on top of hers. "Oh, by the way, we're here,"

The two looked up to see Delta's home, a small one-story building tucked between the mayor's much larger house and a much more moderately sized house, belonging to some Arachnid who had been one of the first to give her shirts all that time ago. After a second to adjust the binding and roll her shoulders Delta headed inside, closely followed by Pomella. The door opening triggered a small wire, turning on the light illuminating the two figures as they entered the house, Pom covering her eyes from the sudden light. Then just as quickly the light turned off, and the door closed behind them with a click.

Author's Note

I must say, the more I hear of this Razor the more and more I dislike him - Fobus

Good, his head is blown up so much its a surprise he doesn't float

I wonder if he ate one of those... what do you call them... airheads? That's what they are called yes? - Fobus

You - you know what, yes, yes that's what they're called. Hope yall enjoyed the chapter!