“your name is leucanthemum. oxeye daisy. you are the sixth golem i’ve made, and you are to be trained as a soldier.”

daisy nods.

“you knew all of this already, correct? i needed to confirm your in-built knowledge.”

“y-yes.”

there’s this terrible feeling inside of them, like there’s some massive object over them. daisy is terrified by it.

“so you know who i am?”

daisy looks up at her, observing her face and horns. “you’re chorus.”

“yes. how’s your image memory? are you able to recall my face?”

they think, trying to piece together any memories of chorus.

“kinda? it’s… fuzzy.”

“hmm… disappointing.”

chorus marks something down on the sheet next to her and then pulls out a measuring tape.

“this is an exam now. i’ll record your vitals and i need to measure your proportions. i’ll start with your horns.”

she lines up the measure with daisy’s left horn and records the length. it feels weird, to exist. daisy feels this unconsolable dread in their core and it makes them tremble, something that chorus comments on several times. they try to stop.

“we’re done measuring your body now. do you know what sex is?”

daisy starts at the question. “i-it’s when um… when two people touch each other’s genitals.”

“right. what i need to do next isn’t sex. i need to measure your genitals, for which i’ll have to touch them.”

“o-okay…”

chorus' disclaimer makes daisy feel worse, as chorus massages their genital plate with her thumbs. she feels way too close to them. their ovipositor slowly peeks out as chorus continues to rub them, and they feel disgusting. something about this feels wrong, even though chorus said it’s just part of the exam. it’s supposed to be normal.

it feels so gross.

finally chorus pulls her hands away and measures their ovipositor. “you did very well, leucanthemum.”

it feels a bit better to be praised, but that slimy feeling in their core won’t go away. chorus runs two fingers down their vagina and daisy recoils.

“i need to check your vaginal depth now. i’m going to use my fingers.”

daisy tries to still themself as chorus presses a finger into their cunt. it doesn’t hurt but it feels wrong. chorus presses upwards, to the base of their ovipositor from inside, and it makes daisy feel like they need to expel something.

chorus works her finger in them for a while, then pushes another finger into them.

“it feels strange,” daisy says, screwing their eyes shut.

“this is normal. you’re just being examined. you should get used to it soon.”

chorus thrusts her fingers into them a little, rubbing her thumb at the base of their ovipositor while her fingers rub their insides. it almost feels good but…

chorus works another finger into them, and daisy groans. “that stings,” they say.

“you’ll be able to take it. you’re very spacious.”

daisy doesn’t like the sound of that but tries to be still.

“you seem to be taking me very well. in order to save time, i’ll perform your rectal examination at the same time.”

she gets a finger on her other hand slick with some bottle and then rubs it against daisy’s ass.

“relax and let me in.”

daisy tries to calm themself, to let chorus stick her fingers in their body, but they’re too scared to relax their muscles. chorus’ finger slips in finally, and daisy whines in the back of their throat. it burns, their ass stretched open on just the tip of chorus’ finger.

“good, good. i’m putting in another finger.”

chorus tucks her pinky into them and daisy is scared by how wide open chorus has them. they can’t possibly fit… any more into them, right? then chorus shoves a second finger into their ass and that really hurts, tears springing to daisy’s eyes.

“s-stop, it hurts.”

“don’t complain. i used lube. if you keep whining ill do this dry next time.”

daisy tries to stop crying, tries to just let this happen, but chorus pushes another finger into their ass and it feels like they’re going to tear open.

“please stop. i can’t take any more. it hurts.”

“you can take it. i made sure you can.”

chorus shoves their thumb into daisy’s cunt, their knuckles bearing down against them.

“i don’t- don’t like it. please don’t.”

“don’t lie to me, i can feel how wet you are. you’re dripping all over my hands. look how swollen your ovipositor is.”

it’s making a mess on their stomach. they know. they feel like they’re never gonna be normal again after this. chorus’ whole hand finally slips into them and they scream, body clenching down on her fist and fingers. daisy’s ovipositor drools slick onto their stomach.

“you came on my fist.”

daisy’s mind is fuzzy, barely able to comprehend what chorus just said. they hurt, all over.

“you did very well,” chorus says, tugging her hand and fingers out of them. “i’ll clean you up and let you rest."

daisy whimpers, feeling their insides still loose from being spread open so fast. they numbly run their fingers over their gaped cunt. it still hurts.

chorus wipes them down with a cloth and daisy is afraid she'll do something to them again but she just cleans their scales. 