#niconero

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"Monkey Business"

Characters:

Nero (Devil May Cry)

Kyrie (Devil May Cry)

Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein (Devil May Cry)

Relationships:

Nero x Kyrie

Nero x Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein

Premise:

Nero is having a typical day (by his standards), when he experiences an unexpected change that makes him question himself.

Content Warnings:

Transformation (Masculinization?)

Heat/Rut

Masturbation (featuring Devil Breakers, ironically not including Monkey Business)

Masturbation while on the phone with someone who doesn't know they're masturbating.

Fantasizing

Infidelity (in fantasy)

Spanking (in fantasy)

Guilt

Author's Note:

It feels good to have finally written something again :3.

Nero and Nico are both trans in this story. Keep in mind that I am a cis(?) person writing this, criticism is welcome. Also Nero never grew back his hand in this story. Also Kyrie is chubby in this story.

Something strange happened to Nero.

Nero was simply sitting in the passenger seat of the van, enjoying some peace and quiet while Nico was plundering the remains of the latest meathead from the Underworld to cross Nero for parts to use in her projects. After what a pain in the ass this one was to kill, Nico didn't even complain when Nero declined to help her.

Nero's thoughts turned, as they often did, to Kyrie. He wondered what she was doing back at the house, and if she was having a good day.

Naturally, he picked up the phone and dialed her number. She picked up very quickly.

"Nero?" She inquired, softly, as she always did.

"Hey." He replied, softly, as he only did for her. "Just wanted to hear your voice. How are things at home?"

"Things are great, Nero." He could tell just from her voice that she was smiling. "Kyle and Julio are at school, and Carlo's taking a nap."

"Sounds nice and quiet..." He had to admit to himself that he could be jealous of the attention the children got. Part of him wanted Kyrie all to himself. "...What are you wearing right now?"

"W- Wearing?" Kyrie sounded shocked.

Nero was a little surprised too. Where did that come from? He'd certainly wondered before, but he'd never brought himself to ask.

Before he could think of a way to change the subject, Kyrie replied. "Well... I'm actually wearing one of your band shirts right now. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." Nero smiled. He'd had some of those shirts since before the day Dante entered his life. They were as deviant as Blue Rose from the Order's ideals, and couldn't even be purchased legally on the island, but that kind of thing had never stopped him. Nero found himself imagining how the shirt fit Kyrie... He was slimmer than her, and not that much taller. The thought of how tightly the shirt must fit her made him feel very warm. "...What else are you wearing?"

"Well... I haven't actually put on pants yet." She admitted, even more quietly than usual. "I'm, um... Borrowing some of Nico's underwear. They have white and yellow stripes on them."

"Oh..." For a moment, Nero had forgotten to breathe. The image of Kyrie wearing a shirt that was too small for her, with panties that were probably also too small for her, had replaced all else in his mind.

That was when it happened.

Nero grunted as his body changed, trading his human guise for the demonic visage he discovered at the Qliphoth.

"Nero?! Are you alright?! What was that sound?!"

"Uh..." Nero felt the same euphoria he always did when he entered this form. His broadened shoulders, his narrowed hips, his enlarged pectorals, and his slightly increased height all made him feel powerful, and more like himself.

But something was different. For one, he had never transformed without meaning to before. Normally, he had to muster the strength to change, and be could only maintain his stronger form for so long. This time, it was like a wellspring of energy was flowing from some place deep within him, with no sign of slowing down.

"...Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You sound different."

Do I? "I'm okay, Kyrie. You don't have to worry about me."

"...Okay." Kyrie's voice grew calm again.

"So, uh... What're you doing right now?" Nero asked.

"Actually, I've actually been drawing again." The smile had returned to Kyrie's face, Nero was sure.

"That's great, Kyrie! Tell me all about it."

"Well, uh-" Kyrie proceeded to tell Nero about her youthful artistic journey, and how she's trying to retrace those steps now. He really did want to hear about it, but right now, Nero was fixated still on Kyrie's chosen wardrobe.

As Nero sat, not so much listening to Kyrie as he was getting lost in the sound of her voice, that energy inside him slowly grew more intense... Until, finally, something sprung out of him.

"Wha-?" Nero cut himself off before he could give Kyrie any sign that something was amiss. As Kyrie continued to speak, Nero reached with his left hand to that spot between his legs, to the slit he wasn't sure was when there to begin with, to the blue, translucent, rough-textured, 12-inch cock that was stretching it wide. The touch felt amazing.

Where was I even keeping all of this? Nero hadn't really thought about how his transformation affected his internal anatomy before. Was he even solid on the inside in this state?

As Kyrie spoke still, he flicked his socket, and summoned a Devil Breaker: Sweet Surrender. It was made as what Nero could only assume was a practical joke meant to embarrass him and Kyrie, but he couldn't help but find that the Breaker was good for soothing his wounds when he didn't have the power to heal (though he would never admit to Nico that he used it for that).

Now, he reached down with the prosthetic, rubbing the edges of his slit while he stroked his length with his remaining hand. Nero was used to remaining quiet when he pleasured himself, but he'd never felt anything quite this intense, and doing this with Kyrie on the phone was bold to say the least.

Nero was briefly snapped out of his passion when he heard footsteps, and whistling.

Nico was on her way back to the van.

"Uh, Kyrie, I have to go."

"Oh... Okay, I'll talk to you when-" Kyrie was cut off as Nero hung up the phone, rushed to the van's bathroom, locking the door behind him, and hurried into the shower, turning on a blast of cold water. He was startled by the sound of Sweet Surrender shattering as soon as the water made contact. Crap! I forgot to toggle it off before I got in... Ugh.

Nero stood under the cold water, which did nothing to cool his mood, as Nico stepped into the van, and flopped onto the couch with a loud thud.

When the noise had settled, Nero began to stroke his cock with his left hand once again. His thoughts returned to Kyrie. He tried to imagine her bare breasts enveloping the base of him, and her lips gently soothing the tip. He tried to imagine his length sliding as far as it could fit into Kyrie's wet cunt.

He was once again distracted by Nico, this time getting up to open the refrigerator.

Nero tentatively continued to stroke himself. His thoughts returned to the panties Kyrie was wearing. White with yellow stripes...

But now, he remembered that she borrowed them from Nico.

He found himself picturing how she looked in them, the stripped fabric complementing the contours of her comparatively petite ass, and of her bulge. He wondered how big she was.

Not as big as me, that's for sure.

He wasn't sure what possessed him to, but he flicked his socket again, summoning his most durable Breaker: Tomboy. This one was designed to interface with his weapons, Red Queen and Blue Rose. But now he intended to use it on a different tool.

As soon as he closed the mechanical fist around his base, he felt a surge, from the power within him rushing to meet the power of his prosthetic, drawn together like magnets. He jerked his cock quickly, and didn't even stop when Nico banged on the door.

"Hurry up in there! I gotta take a leak!"

Nero didn't respond, he simply continued to touch himself faster and faster.

"Nero, I know how to pick locks! I might just come in whether you're ready or not!"

Do it. I dare you to. I want you to.

Nero picked up the pace even more, and pictured the look on Nico's face if she barged in. He imagined pouncing on her. He imagined sliding himself down her throat with ease, or slowly shoving himself into her ass. Maybe spanking her a bit, too, for good measure. He wondered what color underwear she was wearing now, if any.

"Nero, if you don't say something right now-"

A shiver went down Nero's spine, and he grunted loud as he released onto the shower floor. The wellspring of power had vanished, and he returned to his human form, and caught his breath as he watched the luminous blue fluid that came out of him be washed down the drain.

What a waste.

"Nero? Are you all good in there?"

"I'm fine... Almost done..." Nero looked down at himself, and realized that he was fully clothed, and now soaking wet. "Could you bring me a change of clothes?"

Nico sighed. "Fine." He could tell just from her voice that she had just rolled her eyes.

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Nico was now in the bathroom. Nero was outside, leaning against the van.

What just happened to me? What am I gonna do if it happens again?

Even more than concern about the cause of what he just experienced, Nero couldn't help but feel some guilt about the fantasies he'd indulged. Though, which one he felt worse about, he wasn't sure.

On one hand, he felt awful thinking of Kyrie's body in that way. She was a saint, an angel on Earth, and he just thought of using her body for his own pleasure. Nico, by contrast, was bawdy and vulgar. It didn't seem to be such a stretch to think of her sexually.

And yet, he couldn't help but feel like he'd betrayed Kyrie. For a long time, he'd prided himself on only having eyes for her, and now those eyes have wandered.

For the first time since his youth, Nero was afraid of the demon inside of him. And yet, much like in his youth, he found that same demon to be a little exciting. And that scared him even more.

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Of course Kyrie has two hands and she and Nico should explore each other's bodies. But I could maybe also get behind Nico and Nero being more than platonic, but ONLY if it's t4t.

I am admittedly a sucker for dynamics where a prickly guy who's too responsible to fool around gets tempted by a more confident and carefree woman. Spider-Man/Black Cat energy. Honestly, finding out that Tomboy's standard activation is called "One Night Stand" had an embarrassing effect on me.

(Unrelated, but it's interesting to think of Sweet Surrender and Tomboy representing Kyrie and Nico respectively, because of how their abilities reflect the roles of these women in Nero's life. Sweet Surrender heals Nero because Kyrie supports, reassures him, and hells him stay healthy and stable. Tomboy upgrades his weapons because Nico uses her expertise to make him more effective in combat).

I'm imagining Nico trying to play wingwoman and breach the sexual tension between Nero and Kyrie, who are together but haven't had sex for reasons related to the religion they were raised with and their own feelings of inadequacy, but all she succeeds in doing is making them both really horny for her.

Now these really repressed people who are in a committed relationship are fantasizing about fucking their pet mechanic's brains out, so they still aren't fucking, but they also feel really guilty and ashamed.

Honestly, perhaps the reason Nico was so invested in trying to get them in bed together - besides wanting her friends to be happy, of course - is that she had a distant "I know this will never happen but a girl can dream" fantasy of talking herself into a threesome, but at this point suggesting a threesome outright might actually be her best strategy anyway.