The ooze went from a trickle through a few cracks to pouring through a hole poked by black, shiny, but humanoid, fingers. Then a hand, still shiny, then an arm which wad a different colour of shiny, skin coloured. Alison, with more curiosity than sense about this situation, offered the end of the bat to help the hand climb out the hole. The arm pulled with surprising strength breaking through most of the rest of the chrysalis in one sharp motion, with only the feet and shins still encased.
The ooze ran down the clearly feminine figure, from her inhuman ears to her modest breasts, and despite being thick and viscous, it didn't cling to her at all, instead gliding from her to pool and then overflow out of the remains of the chrysalis. Alison danced a few steps back from the growing puddle as the (she couldn't believe that this was really real) latex catgirl MAID scanned the room she had hatched in, her pupil-less blue eyes looking familiar, despite their obvious inhumanity.
Then she realised that, despite the shouting and the racket, Soren hadn't appeared.
"Soren?!" She shouted into the house, eyes not leaving the now standing maid, who's ears went flat against her head as she flinched, seemingly in response to the volume.
"I am she. I beg you not to be so loud, Mistress Alison."
Came a quiet, sultry voice that, despite the affections she'd been showing Soren lately, made her bisexual heart flutter with the idea of hearing it whispered in her ear during swe- "Wait, what?! You're Soren?! Don't be ridiculous! You about a half foot too short, got cat ears, two too many tits, and you what else? Oh yeah! Look like a lonely loser's latex lover!" As Alison spoke, she got louder and as she got louder, the latex maid had gone from flinching with ears flat to covering them to actually crouching down. While Alison was panting from her tirade, she heard, barely, "I...am she. I BEG you not to be so loud, Mistress Alison."
Alison couldn't help but feel bad, as the maid seemed to be so meek that even when she put stress a word, the volume could only just be considered a whisper. Still, her fever pitch still had a head of steam that she didn't want to let drop just yet.
"Tell me something that only Soren would know or I'll scream until one of us passes out."
There was a pregnant pause as the ball of ruffled latex seemed to think, "We met when you caught a home run, but gave it to my cousin when you saw he was on the edge of tears."
It checked out. Alison, now using her softest voice, questioned Soren about what the hell happened. The story was almost unbelievable and would be totally so, if not for the incredibly formal and soft spoken witness.
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After about a half hour of question and recollections, Alison finally spoke up on something that was really getting on her nerves,
"You can speak to me like you normally do, Soren, you don't need to whisper or talk to me like I'm your boss."
"The Voice in there," She pointed to the remains of the chrysalis, "said that the person I saw when I awoke, specifically you, we're my Mistress, Mistress Alison and that you'd give me a new name, for my new form. I also seem physically incapable of using colloquial language and perhaps even contractions..."
"Oh...Voice?"
"Yes, Mistress. It was like a mother holding me close and speaking gently me."
When Alison saw the wistful, almost longing expression on Soren's inhuman face, a troubling question sprung to mind, "I'm your Mistress but this Voice is your...new mom... If...you heard this Voice again, and it ordered you to hurt me...Would you?"
Would she?
(Also, I didn't do a great job describing the new maid or even the new PV character... if the next person could, that'd be fantastic)