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Towers Tumble
by B.F. Gargoyle (address withheld)
***
She whispered slowly, harshly in a snakelike voice, all
sibilants and ominous; she said, "So you want to fuck
me, do you? Don’t you realize I’m not even a member of
your species!" That question really hit home. She’s a
composite, you know. Human DNA as a base, mixed with
some natural reptiles and who knows what other
artificial alterations. (MF, reluc, cuck, intr-
sepecies, interracial, sci-fi)
***
I remember it all so clearly.
No! Really! I know what you’re thinking, but you’re
wrong. I know that bitch messed me up. I know my memory
is all mixed up, but the memories I have are all so
clear. I remember I left my wife...
Yes. My wife! Stop your sniggering and let me tell you.
You wanted me to tell you, didn’t you? So shut up and I
will.
I remember I left my wife on the mother planet and went
to the second moon to whore with Dana, the Lizard
Bitch. I was feeling lucky. Real lucky.
Well, you know how difficult it is to get an
appointment with Dana, the Lizard Bitch. The whole
operation is only quasi-legal to begin with! I had to
win a lottery just to get on the waiting list. Then it
was two years before I took the physical, and then I
still had to wait another two years before it was my
turn again. They made me take a second physical because
it had been so long. She only takes one customer per
night, you know. It took me a long time to raise the
money, too.
And my wife was so good about it.
My wife! I better explain something. I wasn’t all that
good looking a guy, and if the truth be known, I wasn’t
very well endowed and I did poorly with the poor lot I
was endowed with. My wife was plain, flat top and
bottom, and mousy. Our sex life was tepid at best.
Before I rented Dana, the Lizard Bitch, my wife and I
almost never had sex, and when we did, I screwed her
more to be milked than for sex. Come and go was my
modes operandi, and why she put up with it, I’ll never
know.
Anyway, I shuttled up to the second moon to see if
Dana, the Lizard Bitch could live up to her reputation.
I even took interest in life again as my anticipation
grew.
I walked into the building, passed my ID through the
slot, authorized payment... You know how it goes. They
brought me some wine and told me to sit down, and I
waited. The receptionist noticed I hadn’t touched the
wine and told me to drink up. I said, "No, thanks," and
told her I wasn’t thirsty. The bitch frowned at me and
said it was part of the package and it was required.
So, to shut her up, I drank it.
Then, I waited about an hour. There were vids but I
couldn’t read them. I tried scanning them, but I was
too nervous.
At length, a real pretty woman came in all smiles and
told me to follow her. Hey! I could have rented her and
felt I got my money’s worth. Know what I mean? Anyway,
she led me to the suite and opened the door for me. I
stumbled in. Yeah. Stumbled on the carpet. Felt like a
fool. She laughed and closed the door behind me.
For all that money, the accommodations weren’t much.
The waiting room was more luxurious. This room where
the pretty woman left me was large but mostly bare. It
had an old-fashioned spring bed in the middle, and a
bare wooden table to the side. There was a large green
pitcher on the table, and one large, clear drinking
glass. No windows. There were light bars along the
ceiling junctions. Real crude, you know.
I waited a while and then sat on the bed. Like I said,
there were no chairs.
After a while, the door opened and in came a young
woman. She was attractive, but not as attractive as the
one who showed me in. The woman - I mean the one who
came in - smiled at me and said, "Hi. I’m Dana, the
Lizard Whore." See, everyone calls her the Lizard
Bitch, but her real title is Lizard Whore.
Anyway, she saw the disappointment in my face and
laughed. She said, "Trust me."
I said, "Yes, Ma’am, but you don’t look much like a
lizard." She didn’t. She had no scales and her eyes
were strictly human. She wore a white terry cloth robe
and nothing on her feet.
She said, "Silly boy," so sweet I thought I was going
to break out in pimples, and then she opened up her
robe. It took my breath away. Her figure was so fine,
but those scales! Those scales! Her body had the
scales. They were blue, or green, and when she moved,
they caught the light and changed shades and hues,
reflecting wildly with her motion as though her body
were like the surface of a sea.
They began at her one shoulder and kind of fell down
covering one breast but not the other and at her waist
they surrounded her and continued down her inner thighs
but the rest of her legs were normal. I didn’t know if
she shaved or if she didn’t have hair to begin with,
but where my wife had hair, Dana, the Lizard Bitch did
not. Know what I mean?
Dana, the Lizard Bitch’s eyes twinkled when she saw my
appreciation. I remember this all very distinctly. I
don’t care what they say about her venom.
Oh. Her venom. I’ll get back to that.
She came behind me and helped me out of my clothes. May
I be blunt? I assume you want me to tell you
everything, and...
May I be blunt? I mean, do you want me to be blunt?
I had the grandest stiffer I ever endured!
(But even at that, my stiffer was nothing to brag
about.)
I felt self-conscious and forced myself to remember
that she was there for me and it didn’t matter what my
physical shortcomings were. I took her hand and moved
it down, trying to get her to hold it, but she pulled
away. "Now, now," she scolded. "I want your hand
first."
I thought she meant for me to cop a feel or something,
but instead, she turned my wrist up and rubbed it with
a cotton swab with alcohol. I don’t know where it came
from, but hey! She was a professional and probably did
this a few thousand times already.
You know, the demand for Dana, the Lizard Bitch is
really high! I mean, she’s the only one! Remember the
big scandal when it was learned how the advanced
genetic research credits where being used? That nut
case in charge of the project was going to produce
hundreds of Danas. When I looked at her scaly breast, I
remember thinking they should legalize the genetic code
again, because when Dana’s gone... Well, you know.
She’s the only one. That was before I understood...
Never mind. I’ll get to that later. I mean, you
probably want to hear the gory details.
The bitch smiled at me so sweetly. A few light wisps of
her blonde hair fell across her forehead and she looked
like a child. She said gently, "Now don’t be
frightened. This will hurt just a little, but it’s
necessary for the program."
She opened her mouth as though to scream or yawn, and I
wasn’t too concerned until I realized her mouth was
still opening wider. The bitch had a jaw that could
dislocate! It pulled all the way down to her neck!
Then, two curved fangs swiveled down from her pallet. I
knew about the venom; but they could have warned me
about the dislocating jaw and the snake fangs! And they
could have told me what the venom was for!
I knew it had something to do with the program, so I
regained my composure as she gently brought her mouth
down to my wrist. It was amazing. I felt her fangs
puncture my skin and then she nodded her head down,
pushing them deeper. Then, the sides of her neck
swelled up and out like a balloon. I saw two tiny
rivulets of my own blood and was getting a little
nervous.
She grimaced real hard and I saw the muscles in her
neck begin to flex real hard, and the next thing I
knew, her neck began contracting again, forcing the
venom into my bloodstream. She trembled with the effort
and then gasped as she pulled away, almost as if in
fright. She gasped again, and then she took a more
controlled deep breath. She wiped my blood and her
venom off her mouth and chin.
She looked exhausted from the effort. She sat down on
the bed and began weeping silently. I was standing
there, stupid, fixated on her shining blue, green body
and on how her scales were so reflective, and wondering
why she was crying - and what I should do about it.
She smiled up at me and wiped her eyes. "I always do
that," she said. "I don’t know why."
I stood there and realized my erection was gone. I
thought, What the Hell! I looked around the room like I
was going to see something that I hadn’t noticed before
and wondered what was going on? Then I got angry. I
looked at her and said, "Shall we begin?" My voice was
a little testy.
Man, it was weird. Her sweet, sad smile turned slowly
on a sour note and in a moment she looked evil. She was
grinning at me like she knew something I didn’t. It was
a mean smile like I had fallen into her trap or
something. I was about to freak. I mean, I had her
venom inside me!
Her grin went away and she glowered at me like I was
the one who... I don’t know... killed her parents or
something; like she wanted me dead and tortured, and
not in that order. She whispered slowly, harshly in a
snakelike voice, all sibilants and ominous; she said,
"So you want to fuck me, do you? Don’t you realize I’m
not even a member of your species!"
That question really hit home. She’s a composite, you
know. Human DNA as a base, mixed with some natural
reptiles and who knows what other artificial
alterations. She wasn’t human, though, and suddenly I
was terrified... And embarrassed! I mean, she looked at
me the way a kodo monster might look at a guy just
before devouring him. But still, while I’m worried
about being devoured, I felt like I was the farmer on
the back 40 with a sheep! I wondered, What the hell was
I doing there, planning to have sex with a sub-human
freak?
And yet, there were the stories I’d heard about her. I
asked, "What’s going on?" and my voice was tremulous. I
felt like an ass. A very nervous ass.
And in an instant, she turned sweet again. She stood up
and moved close to me and I felt her cold fingers on my
penis. I shuddered. She said, "The venom is beginning
to work now, but it won’t last."
I said, "I don’t feel anything," and she laughed
sweetly.
She whispered so softly, "The whole point of your being
here is to feel something." Then she moved in and her
whole body was against mine. She was cold and I
remembered, Hey! She is a lizard! She turned her head
and kissed me on the neck and it tickled and I
shuddered. She laughed and pulled away. I was fully
erect again.
She went to the table and poured a dark liquid from the
pitcher, into the glass. It was thick. Real viscous,
you know. She said, "When you feel the venom beginning
to wear off, drink this. It revitalizes the power of my
poison." She explained that she could only make one
injection a night because it took that long for her
body to produce the venom, so in lieu of her biting me
every few minutes, I would take the elixir.
I told her I didn’t feel a thing. I wasn’t high, or
drunk, or wasted or anything. I said, "The venom isn’t
working."
She laughed again and I was thinking she was a merry
little reptile. She said, "The wine you drank in the
lobby was the preparation for the venom. It was a mild
psychedelic agent. It’s a programmable hallucinogen
that hides the real me from your eyes. It makes me
beautiful to you."
Not really, I thought. Your body, yes, but...
She continued, "It’s the venom that makes your very
existence possible now. Everything you see and feel is
the venom. Can you hear the laughing?"
I said, "Laughing?"
She said, "Now and then, you’ll hear laughing. Not real
laughter, but you’ll be able to sense it. You are not
aware of the venom’s effect, but you will most
certainly be aware when it begins to wear off.
Remember, when you feel the need, just sip from this
glass."
Then she looked very stern and said, "When the glass is
empty, you will come down and stay down, and you will
never see me again."
Then she smiled again and said, "Now! Take me and
ravage me! Use me up." As she said it, she looked down
at my puny erection and I thought she was being
sarcastic. She pissed me off for that moment, but then
she dropped on her knees and took me in. A cold blow
job! It was weird. I mean, her mouth was cold, at
first, but then it began to heat up until it was a
comfortable 98.6. See, it was my own body heat or
something. Anyway, she was terrific.
I mean, she reached forward until her lips were right
down at the bottom and her nose was pressing in deep
against me. Then she sucked against me until it was
tighter than a vagina and then she pulled back, pulling
at my erection as it slid from her mouth.
Oh! I remember it all. So clearly! Again, she went in;
again she sucked up tight and pulled away. She kept
doing this for a moment or two and I became aware that
not only was she pulling hard against my penis, but my
stomach seemed to be sucked down a bit, too. Slowly,
she took me in again and as she pulled away, she gently
pulled my stomach, my heart and lungs, and even my neck
felt the gentle pulling. The insides of my thighs felt
the tug, too.
It was exquisite. I closed my eyes to enjoy this
incredible sensation, and then I came. She didn’t seem
to notice. She just kept sucking, but I sure noticed! I
noticed that I was still cumming. I noticed that my
heart had stopped and that my whole stomach and both
thighs were on fire and I kept pulsing and pulsing into
her mouth as she slowly took me in again and again and
my muscles were tensed up like violin strings.
How long was it? A minute? I don’t know. I just know
that human beings don’t have orgasms like that. And I
don’t have that much semen. And yet, I just kept
gushing into her mouth. I saw the white liquid dripping
down her chin. There was a puddle of the stuff on the
floor. Some of it was dripping down her chest. And all
the while, the incredible, joyful pain of it all seared
my brain and I almost broke a tooth from clenching my
jaw like a bear trap.
It was over. I stood there breathing hard. She looked
up at me and her chin glistened with my cum. She
laughed at me. "Way to go, Sailor," she teased.
She looked at my dead organ and pouted. "Oh," she said
pathetically, like she had been denied a treat. Then
she started licking it. She gently tickled my scrotum
with her fingers and then I felt her hand slide between
my thighs and a cold finger entered my rectum. It was a
nice sensation, and believe it or not, I started to
become erect again. I remember thinking how strange it
was because I had always taken a long time to recover,
before.
But then I looked down and saw the head of a snake and
it had completely devoured my penis. Dana, the Lizard
Bitch had turned into a snake! And when she pulled back
from my erection, her tongue was still wrapped around
it, only now it was a long snake tongue, and it rasped
against me as it uncoiled from me. The snake grinned at
my penis. She looked up at me and suggested it was time
to take a sip of the elixir.
I took a sip. It tasted terrible, but even as I
swallowed it, the snake became a buxom black girl with
the darkest eyes and with corn row hair. She was still
on her knees and she had pressed her tits about my
dick. And I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a rock! And
I was bigger than ever. I looked at my arms and they
were muscular. My chest was broad and my legs looked
powerful and athletic.
The girl took my hand and pulled me to the bed. She lay
down on her back and threw her legs so wide apart, I
wondered that her hips might be double jointed. Dana,
the Lizard Bitch had no pubic hair, but the black girl
had an enormous patch, and as I moved forward, the most
important thing I could do was throw my mouth down and
rub my nose in the steaming African jungle.
I took her vulva in my mouth and sucked. As desperate
as I was, I was surprisingly gentle. She shuddered and
moaned when my tongue moved up her labia to tickle her
clitoris. "Harder," she moaned. She grabbed my head and
pulled my face in hard against her and I thought I was
going to suffocate! Her taste was sweet and I needed to
lick all of her juices in.
My tongue delved down deep and I suddenly realized my
tongue was longer, too. With my mouth hermetically
sealed against her mound, my tongue slid deeper and
deeper. I pushed it in periodic thrusts, sliding back
just a little after each advance. And with each
advance, she moaned as my tongue rubbed against that
amazing clitoris. I knew something was wrong because I
couldn’t find the bottom.
My tongue had to be at least a yard long by now, but I
still searched in vain for an end to this amazing
tunnel. And I had to keep boring in because the tip of
my tongue was as sensitive as the tip of my dick and
each time I pushed in, I could taste her more
intensely. Her vaginal lubrication tasted to me as...
What? As a tangy, warm affirmation of the need to
procreate. I’m sorry. I’m not eloquent, but his bitch
tasted like necessity, itself.
I was powerless to stop drinking in her vaginal
secretions. I had to taste more and more, and so I
twisted my head hard against her vulva, thrusting ever
deeper with that enormous tongue. She responded to my
every move. Her thighs clamped hard against my ears and
she pushed herself and me way up high until only her
shoulders and feet were still on the bed, and still I
hugged hard against her crotch and sucked as though I
was starving.
My tongue had an orgasm, and the universe had finally
given me permission to withdraw. And as the enormous
tongue, borrowed from who knows where, came sliding
out, it caused the black girl to writhe on the bed. My
face broke away and I looked at her as my tongue
continued to pull back, I was almost out, when the head
of my tongue got hung up in her.
I panicked. I stood up and pulled back and my tongue
pulled her off the bed. I stepped back and continued to
drag her. It should have been painful for her, but I
saw she was enjoying it. Her vagina was clamped down
hard on my tongue, and it was fine.
Until the elixir wore off, that is. The black girl had
been so beautiful, but that kodo monster she evolved
into was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever
seen. It was faced away from me and my tongue was still
inserted in her private parts, and she turned to look
at me and she looked real annoyed in an intimidating
kind of way and I wondered why the hell I was giving
cunnilingus to a kodo monster. I stepped back quickly
to the table and took another sip. My tongue was still
hung in there, and her mouth was open and threatening,
but somehow I managed to take a sip of the elixir.
It took only a moment before the kodo monster lost hold
of my reality. And I heard the laughter for the first
time. It wasn’t distinct, and if Dana, the Lizard Bitch
hadn’t told me about it, I might not have been able to
define it as laughter at all. It was a bit disquieting,
but there was something more important to me at that
moment.
There was a sweet young girl; about 16, wearing spring
clothes. She looked terrified. She was looking at me
and suddenly I understood why she was scared.
My teeth clenched tight with hatred as I moved forward.
She tried to move away but I caught her by her blouse
and yanked her back. I slapped her with the back of my
hand and she yelped. I knew I would never do this in
real life, but that little bitch had become the focal
point of all my anger accumulated over the span of my
life. I couldn’t be cruel enough to that whore. She
cowered on the floor as I hovered over her.
I kicked her a few times and then reached down and
ripped away her clothes. She screamed and I covered her
mouth with my huge hairy hand. I remembered I used to
have delicate, un-manly hands with only a few soft,
light hairs on the back, but now I had a workingman’s
hands, thick; calloused, and with dark hair on the
backs. These were hands appropriate to the deed. I
glowered at her and her eyes protruded in fear. "Not
another sound," I whispered with barely contained rage.
She tried to remain silent, but in her fright, she
squealed a high pitch of desperation. I fell on top of
her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down
painfully on the hard wood floor. I thought I
remembered there being a carpet. It didn’t matter. The
missing carpet wasn’t important to me. Raping this
little cunt was! I punched her legs apart with my huge
thighs.
She pleaded with her eyes and whimpered, "Please,
don’t," but her absolute helplessness only excited me
to further atrocity. I spit on my fingers and
lubricated her. I reached down for my erection and was
astonished by its girth. I looked down and saw the
menacing head. It was large and dull beyond reason. I
knew a weapon like this was useless as a tool of love.
No woman could accommodate it in comfort. No. This was
a weapon of rape, and so I shoved it, uninvited, hard
into her soft, innocent cunt. She responded by suddenly
craning her head back, screaming quietly, her mouth
wide open in horror and pain. Her eyelids were clenched
tight as fists. She wasn’t breathing as she
comprehended the new sensations. A virgin!
Of course, a virgin! Would Dana, the Lizard Bitch let
me rape anything but a virgin? I began pumping my hips
violently. There wasn’t enough lubrication, but it was
wonderful, anyway. I realized that my pleasure was in
direct inverse proportion to my victim’s distress, and
that simple fact drove me forward to greater cruelties.
I cupped her tender little breast in my hand and
squeezed it hard. I had never known such strength, and
neither had she. I took the nipple in my teeth and bit
unmercifully. I was already cumming, and as before, I
came and came and came. I discovered that if I hit the
adorable little teenager, it increased the intensity of
my orgasm, so I clenched my fist and punched her. I hit
her in the face, her chest, her stomach; anywhere I
could reach.
But as the thrill of rape and potential murder began to
drain me of the last drops, the horror of it broke
through and I was ruined with shame. As she lay there,
limp, eyes open but unfocussed, still alive but beyond
any torture I could administer, I was overwhelmed with
compassion for her.
Clearly, it was time for another sip.
I stood up and left the little cheerleader bleeding and
broken on the floor. I took another sip and turned to
see a delicate oriental girl in a silk garment smiling
at me. She said something I didn’t understand. I moved
forward and we kissed. It was as sweet as the rape had
been violent. I found I could remove her garment with a
simple pull of a tie at her neck. It fell away and I
rolled over on top. Her thighs girded my hips and we
kissed again.
I loved this woman as I had never loved before, and my
penetration of her was almost incidental compared with
our sweet sharing kisses. My hips moved up and down.
The enormous erection I had used in the rape was gone.
My penis was a normal size now, though it was certainly
of a greater magnitude than my original, humble
architecture had ever been.
The dual sensations of her lips on mine and her vagina
caressing my penis filled me with a sense of well being
and contentment. We rolled over and she sat on my hips
and undulated for me. I reached up and took her small
breasts in my hands and she held my hands against her.
She took my fingers and kissed them with an impish grin
and a sly twinkle in her eye. She maneuvered off me and
shifted around to take me in her mouth. I saw her leg
lifting up to bring her vulva down to my mouth. I felt
her fingers penetrate my rectum, and the idea excited
me to follow suit. It wasn’t like with the black girl.
The Asian wasn’t urgent; only sweet.
We became weightless and could perform the deed with
more freedom than is possible for those bound by
gravity. I brought my one arm about her back and pulled
her body tight against mine. I took my other hand and
pressed her tiny bottom hard so my face was tight and
wet against her vulva. She hugged me in a like manner
and put two or three fingers up my rectum.
Her mouth was sweet. She performed her fellatio slowly
and with concern for my happiness. I tried to
reciprocate. She ran her tongue along all surfaces and
played with my testicles. Being weightless and still
floating, our legs tended more naturally to encompass
our partner’s ears, and we both squeezed gently with
our thighs.
I saw the glass of elixir floating by and realized I
didn’t want this to end, so I took a sip, and the
physical improbability of a liquid remaining in a
floating glass bothered me not a jot.
The plan didn’t exactly backfire, but I was supposed to
drink it after the effect began wearing off. I had
jumped the gun. I did it so I could continue my
adoration of this exquisite brown girl. Instead, I
found I was atop a new woman. She had red hair and
freckles and the brightest green eyes. Her lips were
red but I knew she wore no lipstick. Unlike the
oriental girl, I didn’t love this one. I was only
fucking her.
Somehow, the total lack of emotional connection between
us had reduced the loving act of intercourse to nothing
more than a fuck, and, therefore, made it much better.
She was moaning and laughing, and then she would stop
laughing as the sensations of intercourse forced her to
moan again. She was a merry lay and I was having a
great time.
I was straining, too. I closed my eyes a moment, and
when I opened them, the redhead was gone. In her place
was another girl. This one had auburn hair and squealed
my name with an adorable accent I couldn’t identify. I
remember how seriously she was taking this copulation.
Unlike the redhead, this one had no inclination to
laugh. I tried closing my eyes again. Sure enough, a
third girl was beneath me. This one had huge breasts.
They hung down by the sides of her chest and I was
compelled to squeeze them.
I closed my eyes again, and each time I opened them,
there was a new girl attached to me at the loins. Each
of them was willing, each was deep in sexual ecstasy,
and each was a new sensation. Each vagina went in its
own direction with its own degree of compression, its
own level of lubrication, and its own smell. The
breasts changed, too, from the huge pillows I mentioned
a moment ago, to little more than nubbins. The nipples
came in all natural colors. Some were relatively calm,
while others stood up tall and proud. I closed and
opened my eyes in quick succession, just to see who I’d
be fucking next.
And then the venom wore off.
The women became physically repulsive to me. They were
too large or they had deformities. Their vaginas were
hard or dry and the faces became old and wrinkled. I
tried to reach for the elixir but it seemed to be just
a little out of reach. And I was compelled to keep up a
steady rhythm of pelvic thrusts, even though I found my
partners to be abhorrent. I strained to reach the
glass.
And each time my eyes closed and opened, a new, more
vile creature would be underneath me. I tried not to
blink as I reached up for that glass just out of my
reach, but somehow the air had turned so dry that I
couldn’t keep my eyes open. I tried keeping my eyes
closed, but some force of morbid curiosity forced me to
open them - and to look.
I then closed my eyes and with an extra effort, forced
them to stay closed. But I kept fucking whoever it was
beneath me. There was an aroma forming about me and it
grew to a powerful stench and then I recognized it as
the stink of rotting flesh. I opened my eyes and saw
her. With the knowledge provided by the venom, I knew
she had been beautiful before she died, but now she was
blue and bloated. Her dead eyes glared off in two
directions, one eyelid drooped halfway and her mouth
hung open limp.
I heard a squishing noise and it kept time with my
pelvic thrusts. I looked down and saw that my erection
was drawing maggots out of her cunt with every stroke.
I desperately wanted to pull away from the vile corpse
but my penis was painfully erect and I was as unable to
stop fucking as my heart was unable to slow down to a
normal beat.
In horror, I looked at her face again, so blue and
bloated and when I saw her lips, I was drawn to kiss
her. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. I
forced my tongue into the long dead mouth and sucked
hard against her. I rolled about to get my arms around
her and hugged her to my body tightly and passionately.
There was no rigor mortis. I was able to push her
thighs high up and apart as I urgently pressed hard for
ever deeper penetration. Her vaginal walls were weak
and my frustration goaded me to ever harder thrusts.
Deep down inside her vagina, it felt like a gelatin
with squirming rice. To inhale was to be sickened with
her dreadful stench. I vomited hard but never lost the
seal of our lips. Since she had no instinctive muscle
contractions, most of my vomit simply went from my
stomach to hers. Vomiting only made my passion more
intense. Her breasts had been small, but they were
bloated to more than maximum size, and they delighted
me as I squeezed and repositioned them as far as her
rotting flesh would allow without ripping. I pushed too
hard and a great red seam opened beneath her bosom. I
tenderly pulled her tit back down to where it belonged
and whispered tenderly, "I’m sorry, my darling." I
started to cry for the injury I’d caused her.
I suddenly became aware that the elixir was within easy
reach. Part of my brain screamed at me to take a sip,
but at the same time, I was of a mind to ignore it.
Certainly, no one ever planned to spend their one
precious night with Dana, the Lizard Bitch having sex
with a rotting cadaver, but since that was the activity
I happened to be engaged in at that moment, I was
reluctant to stop.
No. More than that. I was desperate to continue. No act
of sex had ever held more urgency for me. And I knew I
would be cumming shortly. It started building up in my
loins like an over-revving engine just before someone
popped the clutch. So urgent was I to cum as deep as
possible, that I pushed my upper body off her and put
all my weight against her loins. Her rotted flesh gave
way as I pushed the opening of her vagina up almost to
her naval.
This compression of her lower body forced a stream of
liquid from inside her, down along my penis and out. I
heard another squishing noise and could feel the
maggots cavorting in our joined pubic patches. I felt
the muscles in my groin squeeze hard to shower her
insides with my ejaculate. As before, the cumming
lasted longer than in real life, and my supply of jizm
was unending.
I collapsed against her, still cumming, still pressing
hard against her. I felt the warm semen flowing back
out along the shaft of my erection, washing away more
maggots. Shortly after, I felt the puddle of it when it
reached my thighs. I got up as before and looked. It
was not your average semen. It was a dull yellow,
almost green, and maggots floated and squirmed in it.
And when, minutes later, my orgasm was through, I began
fucking again. I couldn’t help it, so great was my
passion for her. The elixir was there, within easy
reach, but I still refused it. I didn’t mind that she
was dead because my love for her transcended even
death, and my passion for her could not be denied
simply because she was deteriorating in such an
aromatic way.
My need to copulate with her, to be in her, to hold her
and to pump against what was left; it was all so great
that even the sickening stench of her flesh was no
deterrent to my continued attentions. But then I looked
at her face and at first I thought my eyes were playing
tricks on me. I blinked and realized her whole face was
moving. Hundreds of tiny hills and valleys formed and
disappeared in her facial skin as the maggots toiled
below the surface.
I looked at her fine, blue body and saw it was the
same. The girl’s skin was little more than a bag full
of larvae, now, and the end was at hand. I had to hold
her and to love her and to fuck her while she was still
as I had always known her. My thrusts became faster and
more urgent because I was losing her. I felt myself
sinking into her and realized her body could no longer
support my weight. I supported myself on my forearms
and knees and continued this final act of love. I saw
her collapse like a dead star.
Her skin was a balloon that had lost all its air. There
was nothing left to fuck. Her skin was there, but flat
on the floor. I looked down and saw that my penis was
still inside her vagina, and that my erection was
holding that portion of her skin off the floor. I
reached down and peeled her vagina off my penis like a
condom. I closed my eyes and fell on her. The dream had
changed again, only slightly. Instead of her skin, I
landed on her bones which hadn’t been there before. I
was lying in a pool of my own jizm, and of course the
maggots who celebrated their feast swam all about. I
suffered an enormous sense of loss.
I reached for the elixir.
Apparently, my drinking the elixir too early and then
too late had thrown me off course, somehow. Instead of
finding myself in a sexual situation, I found myself -
as myself - only thin and starved, the way I would have
looked if I’d been a prisoner on Loban Four. I was
emaciated, and naked, and I was masturbating. I was on
a stage in a huge opera house and the standing-room-
only crowd was cheering and laughing at me. This time,
the laughter was clear, very real, and humiliating.
The orchestra had put down their instruments to laugh
at me, too, as I kept my own beat. I looked all about
the audience, up at the two balconies and at the people
in the boxes. They were in evening gowns and tuxedos
and they laughed at me as I continued to stand there,
bent over, drooling and masturbating. I started
giggling like an imbecile and my embarrassment was
beyond sanity. I could no more stop giggling than I
could stop masturbating, and the drool cascaded off my
chin to confirm that I was an idiot.
The table with the elixir was way over downstage right.
I moved over toward it in a hobbling, agitated fashion
that made the audience laugh even louder. I was
desperate to reach the elixir to make this worst of all
dreams go away. But a nagging suspicion told me that
this was no dream; that everything I did was subject to
the laughter of the men and women, dressed in their
finest formal attire, who cheered my humiliating
performance.
When the creamy white solution started making pathetic
little arcs in weak little spasms that I could hardly
feel, the audience stood up and cheered and laughed
even more derisively. I slipped on my own ejaculate and
that started them up again. It was painful landing on
that hard floor with nothing but my bony elbows to
catch me. Just because I had cum didn’t mean I could
stop masturbating. Indeed, now I felt compelled to
reach all the way around myself and stick my fingers up
my emaciated ass.
They laughed and I laughed too, against my will because
I wanted nothing more than to die at that moment. It
was so difficult walking with my one hand beating on my
pathetic erection and the other poking up my anus, but
I finally reached the table with the elixir, and, as
the audience began booing, I was able to take one hand
away from its assigned activity (I don’t remember
which.) and grab the glass.
I was with a woman, but all I could see of her was her
anus. My mouth was against her vagina and I was sucking
again, and she was sucking me. It was wonderful, but so
great was my embarrassment from before that I couldn’t
really get into it. She stopped sucking me and I heard
her say, "Don’t worry, Darling. I’ll never tell."
So I put my face back to her crotch and began getting
back in the mood. This was what I had paid for, after
all, and this act of mutual oral gratification was
worth every unit.
But the elixir didn’t last long. I had closed my eyes
for an instant and when I opened them, I saw her ass
was not the adorable little puckered thing I had been
nuzzling with my nose, but it had become the wrinkled,
flabby butt of a huge old woman. Her vagina tasted like
stale urine and her anus was hairy and dappled with
bits and chunks of shit, some old and dried; some fresh
and wet, and none of it healthy. Indeed, the whole
length and depth of her crack was encrusted with a dark
brown sludge. I screamed and fought to get out from
under her but I couldn’t move. Further, she was doing
something with her teeth and it hurt like hell. I
screamed for help.
"Just take a sip of the elixir, Darling," she said
calmly as she went back to masticating my member.
Another sip, and she was phenomenal!
And so we continued making love to each other’s
genitals and I pulled a pillow under my head to get
more comfortable, and then I closed my eyes and enjoyed
the flavors of her healthy young vulva.
I knew now to expect surprises but the next one
bothered me a lot. Not like the one on stage at the
opera house, but... Well, while I was sucking and
enjoying that most delicious twat, something changed,
and it changed without my noticing.
I suddenly woke up with the realization that I had been
sucking on a penis for quite some time. I gagged and
tried to remove it, but it was no dice. Whoever that
guy was, he was stronger than me and he wasn’t about to
let me stop fellating him. He was fellating me at the
same time, and I quickly noticed the difference.
Or maybe it was just that I was so distressed to be
engaged in this situation. I came in his mouth, despite
myself, and when I was done, I could feel him kissing
my thighs, my penis, my balls and my lower belly. It
was so upsetting to be treated this way by a man, but I
couldn’t stop sucking on him.
He rolled off to the side, and I could have escaped,
but once again, I found myself acting against my
nature. I rolled with him and worked to contain his
erection in my mouth as he rolled and stood up. I
climbed up to my knees. I brought my hands around him
and squeezed his muscular cheeks and pulled him in
harder against my face. I remember thinking this is
nuts! The revulsion I should have felt while I was
screwing the cadaver
I really did feel as I sucked off this... this....
Male! And it wasn’t just a tip of the iceberg kind of
blow job, either. I was taking it all and he was huge.
By instinct, I relaxed the muscles of my throat and
felt him push his member several inches down inside.
Insanely, I thought I must teach this technique to my
wife when I get home, not that she’d have to take much
more than usual.
The very thought of faggotry has always repulsed me. I
shot my eyes up and saw his face high above me. He was
grimacing and I knew that meant he was close to orgasm.
I panicked! I had never tasted semen before, and I
didn’t want to taste it now. I squealed a protest, but
I was unable to stop fellating him. He looked down and
said, "Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll pull out just before I
cum."
Where had I heard that line before?
And why was it no surprise when I suddenly felt the hot
liquid spurting into my mouth? The taste was a new
sensation to me and it was no treat! It was so
unnatural for a man to have the cum of another man in
his mouth. I tried to pull my face back, or at least to
stop holding him in my lips. I desperately wanted to
spit.
Instead, I swallowed.
I swallowed it all, involuntarily, and I had thoughts
of suicide and murder on my mind, and despite
everything, I was careful not to clench down with my
teeth as I constricted my throat to get the stuff down.
A few drops spilled out over my chin and I swept the
liquid back in my mouth with my finger. Clearly, I was
not in control.
When it was over, I pouted, "You promised!" Was that my
voice? Was I one of those girlish boys now? Why not?
Everything else had happened to me. Why wouldn’t I be
the stereotypical effeminate faggot envisioned by gay
bashers all across the explored galaxy?
He reached down and said, "I’m sorry, Honey. But you’re
so good at it, I just couldn’t help myself."
"Oh, I am so sure!" I replied with all the tepid
loathing I could muster.
"Now roll over, Honey. You know what’s next."
A shiver of anticipation shot right up my spine and it
was so tingly! I looked for the elixir as he rolled me
over, but couldn’t find it. I protested that I didn’t
want to do it, but he was so much stronger than I was,
and somehow I didn’t seem to be protesting very loudly.
I was prone on the floor and I felt his fingers at my
anus. He was preparing me with some kind of lubrication
and I just wanted to die. The next thing I knew, he was
pressing his huge, beautiful member right up my little
ass! It was divine! I mean, it was awful and if I said
it was divine, it was just the elixir because this
whole thing was totally unlike me. And besides, it
hurt!
I felt him cum and part of me was revolted. Another
part was grateful it was over, and another part was
just a tad disappointed.
He reached down and kissed me on the cheek. He had to
move my hair to reach it, and I suddenly realized my
hair had grown a couple of feet! He withdrew from my
anus and gently turned me on my back and we kissed and
despite all my expected revulsion, I took his tongue
happily and touched his rough cheek with my fingertips.
He was so handsome, and when he put his fingertips on
my tummy, I thrilled. His hand started moving up my
side and when he approached my breast, I instinctively
caught his wrist to stop him. He stopped kissing me,
smiled, and then pushed up over my breast, against my
will, though I didn’t really try very hard to stop him.
And when he began kissing me again, I realized that I
had breasts like a woman, and that I desired this man
the way a woman would desire a man, and when I did a
quick, surreptitious body check - sure enough! I had
reached down to feel my own penis, and found none at
all. I ran my finger against my own labia, and inserted
my own finger. I remember thinking, So that’s how it
feels!
He was so strong and held me with such authority and I
let his hands go wherever they wanted. Somewhere in my
brain, I kept protesting, but majority ruled that
night, and he ruled me!
We stopped kissing and I hugged him to my breast and
whispered, "Oh, Darling," and he pulled himself gently
from under my arms and began kissing my nipples, and my
tummy, and then I opened my knees so he could kiss my
inner thighs. He teased me for a while and I was just
about to complain when he anticipated me and put his
warm tongue over my labia, and stroked upward, hard and
long. I shivered and caught my breath and my tummy
tickled.
He began nuzzling in against me, nibbling and licking
and blowing cool air and then warming with his tongue.
He pressed his tongue inside and tasted me, and made
love to my loins with his face. I felt his fingers
enter and I wondered if I were still a virgin. You
know. I was a brand new woman, after all. Anyway, I
felt the heat of orgasm building within me and I
clamped my thighs about his ears, trying to make him
stop and held his head tight against me with my hands
so he couldn’t stop! I thrust my hips against his face
as the waves of my first feminine orgasm rushed over
me.
When it ebbed, and I lay there with the warm glow,
breathing deep, but not hard, he smiled at me. It was
more of a smirk than a smile. He knew what he had done
to me and was gloating about it. Men! But I hadn’t the
energy to protest, and so he began licking me again.
"No, Darling," I said meekly. I didn’t want him to
continue but he continued against my will, and then it
became my will that he continue... But he stopped! "Oh,
don’t stop!" I breathed. But he just smirked at me with
that handsome, rough face, and began crawling up my
body, and I realized we were about to make love. I
pulled my knees back and invited him to make himself
comfortable. I was frightened because it occurred to me
that I might really be a virgin, and they say it hurts
the first time.
I wasn’t a virgin. Oh, no. The long shaft slid in
easily and I heard and felt myself gasp in
appreciation. He was gloating again, and I didn’t care.
From somewhere, I heard a squeal of delight and then I
realized I was the one who sounded it. He was deep
inside me, but he wasn’t moving.
I swallowed and looked up at his gloating smile. That
part of me that was still male wanted to punch his
lights out for his contempt, but the part of me that
was female - that is - most of me; and especially that
part of me that was desperate to be serviced.... That
part didn’t care that he was gloating at all. No, not
at all.
"Please, Darling," I heard myself whisper.
"Please, what?" he asked with his adorable grin.
"Please," I begged.
"Please, what?" he repeated. "Go ahead. Say it!"
Then I understood. Men! So I said it, soft and
seductive. "Please fuck me, Darling. Please fuck me
now."
And he did. I felt his massive hips rocking and enjoyed
the new sensation of penetration. Once in a while, his
muscular thighs would force my legs wider apart, and I
had an irrational thought; I thought, Who the hell is
he to push me around like that? But then I let it drop
and enjoyed the sensation of being dominated by this
man.
In the beginning, we kissed as he thrust gently inside
me, but as our passions increased, the kissing stopped
and the sheer animal desire for procreation led us on
without our brains. We rolled about on the floor. I sat
atop him and I did the thrusting as he cupped my tits.
He pushed me over and forced me on my knees and pushed
my head down and I didn’t protest when he entered my
vagina from behind.
But when I was about to achieve orgasm, I protested for
the first time. "Please, Darling," I said. "I want to
face you."
So he pulled out and put me on my back, and I spread my
legs and he began copulating with me again. This time,
the orgasm lasted several minutes, and it was followed
by a few more.
And when we were totally used up, he collapsed on me
and I had just enough energy to touch his face before I
let my arm fall to the bed. We were in a bed now! No
real surprise, but I hadn’t noticed it before.
He was asleep. I had my eyes closed, but I was no where
close to being tired. I heard his regular breathing and
though I loved him, he was getting heavy. I pushed him
over gently, and was surprised by how soft and small
his shoulder was, and how lightly he moved. I opened my
eyes and saw that I was in the arms of a beautiful
woman. Now I was confused, but she smiled so sweetly
that I smiled back. I did another surreptitious check
and discovered I was still a female.
A lesbian! Of course! Dana, the Lizard Bitch was giving
me the whole enchilada. Now I was a dike.
But with this woman, and with me as female, the word
"dike" became offensive to me.
We snuggled together, naked in the bed. She whispered
things to me and I whispered back and we kissed. As a
male, I had been offended by my sex with another male.
I had no such objection to holding this woman, though.
I wondered if it was because I really was a male in a
woman’s body - for that night, at least - or if I had
just become reconciled to sex with any gender, under
any circumstances. After all, I had paid a lot of money
for this, and it was only right that I should enjoy it.
And I did. She kissed me and pulled away smiling. I was
tempted to kiss her, but something held me back. I
thought I heard laughter again, and I was nervous.
She whispered, "It’s all right. We belong here.
Everything is perfect."
She was right. We hugged and snuggled and she kissed me
again. I felt her hand cupping my breast. I took a
chance. I leaned forward and kissed her. Not only was
it the right thing to do, but her mouth opened to
accept my tongue. I felt her hand release my breast and
move down my body. I followed her example and soon we
were massaging each other’s vulva. There was more
caressing than usual with a man and a woman, or with a
man and a man. We explored each other’s body with our
hands and lips and I knew that as a male I would have
been impatient, but as a woman, the tactile sensations
of her hands, body and lips were more important to me
than any sex act we could engage in.
For a long while, that is. Little by little, our bodies
relocated themselves so that I was using her thigh as a
pillow and she used my thigh in a similar manner. I was
a woman, kissing the vulva of another woman, and my own
vulva was being kissed in turn, and by a woman. We
performed mutual cunnilingus on each other, but then we
took turns.
We took great pains to be sure that all of our
attentions were for no other purpose than to satisfy
each other’s sexual requirements more thoroughly than
any man in his ignorance could ever possibly do. I saw
her nose in my pubic patch and felt her tongue, and as
a woman, she knew just where to kiss and lick and
touch. And she knew how to carry my orgasm to it’s
greatest pitch.
And then we snuggled again, lying in each other’s arms,
our legs comfortably entangled.
We were spent, and tired, and I reached over to her
mouth and kissed her sweetly, touching her breast with
my fingertips, and at that moment I remembered that I
hadn’t had a sip of the elixir in a very long time.
That thought frightened me. I looked around to see
where it was, and in so doing, I broke that dream and
found myself in another one. I was standing now. I
tried to see my girlfriend, but she was gone.
I saw the glass on a table. I ran for it and was about
to take a sip when I heard a rough voice order, "Put
that down!"
In an instinctive fear, I put the glass down on the
table quickly, obediently. I was terrified. As the man
who hired Dana, the Lizard Bitch, I knew exactly where
I was and why, but the person I had become didn’t know
anything at all. I looked at myself and saw I was still
a female. I was wearing a short blue skirt and a white
blouse. A summer outfit. A quick peek showed I was
wearing a bra. I pulled at my hair and found I was a
blonde. I was wearing no shoes. I had bruises on my
legs and arms. All this was in an instant after the man
ordered me to put down the glass.
I looked and saw the rough man who had entered the
room. He was in a dirty T-shirt and blue jeans. He was
in his forties and he had a weathered face like a
workman accustomed to outside toil. And when he
advanced towards me, my whole body fired up in fear and
I shrank away from him with a dull sense of
hopelessness, because I knew I was going to be beaten
and raped. I knew it because I recognized the man. This
man had raped before, in this very room. I knew that I
was a teenager, a virgin, and that his penis was
enormous.
I pleaded with him. "Please," I said, but I could hear
my voice and I knew instinctively that my pleading only
acted to excite him. And when he grabbed my arm and
twisted it, I knew my pain was his pleasure. He hit me
and I went down and then I felt my clothes being ripped
from my body. I had been a female only a short while,
but already I knew that I had to hide my breasts from
his view.
I was naked. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed me
and flipped me over on my back. I tried to curl up into
a ball but he had my wrists. I screamed and he hit me
again. He whispered that if I made another sound, he
would kill me, and I knew he would because a short
while before, I would have killed that other girl; that
other girl who was now me.
He forced my thighs apart and had my wrists pinned
tight and painful against the wood floor and I thought
I remembered there being a carpet, and then I
remembered remembering that before.
With my wrists pinned and my legs wide apart, I never
felt so completely naked; so completely exposed before.
Even as the imbecile masturbating on the stage in front
of the packed opera house, I hadn’t felt so exposed.
They could laugh at me, but they couldn’t kill me.
Or rape me.
I glanced down and saw that enormous penis; the one I
had used earlier when I was the rapist, and not the
rapee. I knew the pleasure a man could provide, but I
knew this time I was a virgin and that monster in his
hand, aimed at my vagina, was not for making love. His
organ was a weapon, designed for rape and nothing else.
And now, I felt it at my crotch. He had lubricated me
with some spittle on his fingers, but it wasn’t nearly
enough. When his dry member entered my dry vagina, the
pain was more than I could comprehend. I turned my head
to the side with my mouth opened wide. I tried to
scream with the pain, but no sound came out. I think I
blacked out for a moment.
I remember I couldn’t look at him. I knew he was
grinning because I remembered grinning, but I couldn’t
bring myself to look at him. My distress was his
victory. I could feel my blood acting as a vile
lubricant as he proceeded with the rape. He grabbed my
breast and squeezed it so hard and then he bit the
nipple and I knew it would never heal completely.
If he managed to leave the nipple attached to my body,
I knew it would be forever mangled and that it would be
a constant reminder of this moment when my humiliation
was the only thing greater than my pain. There was
nothing private for me. As he stroked in and out of my
unwilling body, I noticed that the sensation of
intercourse was new to me. I knew I had made love only
a short while earlier as a woman to a man, but now I
was a virgin and had never felt a penis before.
I twisted and writhed but still he kept pumping away at
me. And then I felt the hot fluid making the damn thing
slippery for the first time. The monster’s seed was
inside me. I knew that no amount of washing would clean
his filth from my most intimate parts. And I knew I was
ovulating.
The age-old question regarding the morality of abortion
may never be decided by the societies of the inhabited
galaxy, but in my family it was decided long ago. That
sixteen-year-old girl who was me at that time and
during that rape, had a father who would never allow
abortion, even if it meant I had to deliver the baby of
this monster.
The man pulled out and began kicking me, and I saw the
elixir and somehow, I was able to drink it without him
stopping me. The dream changed even as I heard an
audience somewhere in the distance laughing and
cheering. I shuddered.
I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I gasped and
turned to see a handsome young man smiling at me. He
was muscular and he was naked. I took a quick,
embarrassed look down and confirmed that I was still a
woman. Then I took a quick, embarrassed look and
confirmed that he was erect in my honor, and in my
direction. I blushed. I wanted it, and he knew I wanted
it.
We moved to the bed and we kissed for several moments
before his hand gently pushed my thigh to the side. I
was completely ready and his entry was without
distress. I clenched my teeth with a joyful grimace, my
eyes closed and a tear dripped out. Our copulation was
as pleasant and relaxed as the rape had been
distressing. It was love again, like that other time
with that other male lover, only there was no talking
this time, and it was more gentle.
I closed my eyes in a joyful sigh and when I opened
them, there was another man. He was handsome, too, but
he had dark hair and a beard. It tickled when we
kissed.
I closed my eyes again and was not surprised to find
another man on top of me. He was black and passionate
and my milky skin contrasted so beautifully against his
ebony. When I closed my eyes again, I found another
man, and another, and another. And each one of them had
a different body and a different penis, and every penis
was angled a little differently, some larger some
smaller, and some even smaller than the humble member I
had attached when I first entered this room. Every
penis was a joy to my female body. The men played with
my nipples, and tickled my ears with their tongues and
we kissed, and each time I found a new man above me,
the love was even greater.
And then I remembered the elixir. I was a little
distressed to see it was just out of reach. I had
enough experience by now to know that wasn’t good.
I looked at the face of the man who was fucking me, and
realized it was my dentist; the one who did my dental
work when I was a child. He hadn’t changed. He was
still old and still had bad breath. He leered at me. He
knew who I was and I was humiliated. He had no business
being so familiar with the daughter of his golf
partner.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, it was
my father’s pastor. I was almost as angry as I was
embarrassed. I thought, this is a man of God! I
wondered, How is it that I agreed to get laid by this
ancient friend of the family? He came just as I closed
my eyes. When I opened them, there above me was my
worst fear.
"Daddy!" I cried. He looked at me with those stern eyes
that always made me feel submissive and said, "Don’t
ever tell your mother," and I said meekly, "Yes,
Daddy." As he continued to drive home his pelvic
thrusts, I closed my eyes to make him go away.
But he was still there when I opened my eyes again. I
tried closing my eyes again, but it didn’t work. I
reached for the elixir, but he grabbed my arm. "Now,
now, Baby," he said as he had so many times before
while trying to calm my distress. "Daddy knows what’s
best for his little girl."
I could see my body and I knew I was young. Very young.
My breasts were only little nubs and my pubic patch was
thin, light and fine. When I spoke, my voice was that
of a young teen. That part of my brain that knew
things, knew that this was not the first time my father
had committed incest with me. My young vagina was
accustomed to the older man’s entrance and I was
experienced enough to understand what was happening.
I knew that this man would whip me with his belt if I
were to resist him, and I knew that as much as I
dreaded the belt, so much did I enjoy the sex. And I
knew he didn’t want me to enjoy it. He wanted me to be
obedient to his will, and nothing more. It was
important to keep my enjoyment a secret.
I swallowed hard as the motion of his hips took my
breath away. I was desperate for him not to know I was
so horny. He had said he knew what was best for me, and
I answered, "Yes, Daddy." My voice betrayed my
heightened sensitivity.
"Now give your Daddy a kiss," he said as he thrust in
again and again.
"Yes, Daddy," I said obediently, and I reached up and
kissed him on the cheek.
"No, no," he scolded. "On the lips."
"Yes, Daddy." I reached up and gave him a girlish kiss
with tightly closed lips. I made a smacking noise as I
fell away.
"No, no," he said with pique. "I mean like this." He
turned his head and put his lips on mine and I felt his
tongue work its way into my mouth. We kissed like that
for several moments as he continued to fuck me, and he
pawed over my breasts and twisted me over so he could
run his hand over my ass, and when he was done kissing
me, he smiled down at me. "That’s how I want you to
kiss me. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," I replied obediently, still trying to
hide my aroused condition from him.
"But only when your mother is not around. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good," he said with a fatherly smile and a little
pinch of my nipple. "Now," he said as though presenting
a pupil with a spot quiz, "give your Daddy a kiss."
I opened my mouth and kissed him just as he showed me.
I took his head in my two young hands and pulled his
mouth hard against mine and it excited him to a faster,
harder intercourse. It excited me, too.
The kiss lasted several moments until I felt the glory
of an orgasm beginning to dominate my stomach and
thighs. I fell away from him and tried not to gasp.
"What’s the matter, Sweetheart?" he asked with fatherly
concern.
"Nothing." I managed to say it in a voice that somewhat
approximated normal speech. It was essential that he
not discover that I was cumming. He wouldn’t approve.
My whole body shuddered and he looked at me curiously
with a furrowed brow. "What’s wrong, Kitty?"
As the hot flaring in my loins tried to pull my heart
from its linkages, I said, "Nothing, Daddy."
But he knew I was lying. He could see it in the way my
body was shuddering, and my voice was straining, and my
face had turned so hard with the power of it all. He
got angry.
He slapped my face hard and called me a slut and I was
crying because I loved my Daddy and didn’t want him to
think I was a bad girl.
I reached for the elixir.
But it was gone!
No more!
My father was gone. All my lovers were gone. I was back
to normal. Almost. I was...
Well, I was still a female, but I was rather flat
chested with a rather unimpressive ass. In fact, I was
the woman I remembered as my wife. I looked around and
saw Dana, the Lizard Bitch standing in the corner, only
now the elixir was all gone and I saw her - or rather,
him - as he really was. The wine they made me drink in
the receptionist’s office had fooled me into seeing him
as a rather attractive woman with a gorgeous body.
The venom had increased the deception, but now the
deception was gone, and Dana, the Lizard Bastard was
hovering over me, menacingly. He had the head of a
dinosaur; not one of those sharp meat eaters, but the
dull look of a large herbivore. He walked on four legs,
though the front legs were very long so he walked
almost erect. His tail shot up and out from behind and
swished about sharply and menacingly.
And he was covered with scales. Where I had seen her as
about half human before, I now saw him as total beast.
His scales were a dull olive drab, and his tongue was a
raspy whip. He approached me, and I said, "It’s over!
The elixir is gone. I only have to switch back into my
husband and I’ll be going."
Dana, the Lizard Bastard paid no attention. I looked
around for my husband’s clothes. I saw my wife’s
clothes, but Dana, the Lizard Bastard prevented me from
getting them. "It’s over," I repeated, but the vile
creature had me and I realized suddenly that it was far
from over.
I saw a slit in the monster’s crotch. It was slowly
pulling away to the sides and a pink organ began to
emerge. The lizard pushed me back on the bed and
quickly had my legs apart. I protested, "You don’t have
to do this. I got my money’s worth and I want to go
home! Just change me back into a man and I’ll go."
Then, I realized the lizard couldn’t talk. He was a
lizard.
As the ugly face came closer, I tried to squirm away
from it, tossing my head left and right, but I suddenly
felt his paw on the side of my face, and the claws were
sharp and threatening. I knew if I tried to turn my
face again, those claws would rip the flesh off my
face.
The raspy whip tongue flicked across my face and before
I knew it, it was in my mouth.
And the pink member was in my vagina.
And his tail was up my ass! His tail was tucked under
and between his own legs, and it had simply slithered
in through my sphincter!
And Dana, the Lizard Bastard began pumping away at me.
He was cold; colder than any other time and his whole
body was about me. I realized that of all my adventures
the previous night, the only one I hadn’t experienced
that I could think of then - was the act I was engaged
in now: Bestiality!
The tongue wedged in and about and between my lips and
it felt like a fine sandpaper.
His pink organ was not large and it didn’t fill me up
the way so many of the men had earlier, but the scales
of his crotch played havoc with my clitoris and little
by little, I began enjoying the sensation. His tail was
a little disconcerting. It was pointed and looked
sharp, and now it was up my ass. I could feel the tip
exploring my large intestine, and pushing its way in
deeper.
His thighs pushed my legs further apart and I could
feel the almost cutting sharpness of his scales on the
bottoms of my thighs. It was painful, and I pulled my
knees up higher to protect my legs, and to provide him
with easier entry. His paw covered my little breast and
I could feel the claws on my chest, above my nipple. If
he wasn’t careful, he would impale me with them, but
that danger only made me more excited. He brought his
big, dull, reptilian head down to my other breast and
began rasping against the nipple and aureole with his
dull, flat teeth. Then he sucked it.
He brought his head back up and this time I opened my
mouth wide even before he could kiss me. His green face
with its dull green eyes was about six inches above me
and rather than lowering down to kiss me, he slowly
extended his tongue out. It was tapered to a sharp
point, like his tale. I saw it coming toward my mouth,
and I left my mouth open for him. He touched my tongue
with his, and then he began caressing the inside of my
mouth with it. Then, he lowered his face and we kissed
as that tongue went down my throat and began thrusting
in counterpoint to his penis and tail.
He was strong enough to lift me and to continue fucking
me in three orifices at once, all with no apparent
effort. My mouth sucked his tongue greedily, my vagina
took in his member happily, and my ass had never felt
so erotic. (Stupid me had always assumed it was just
for shitting.) And so he stood there on his two hind
legs, holding me aloft in his arms, fucking me in three
orifices at once, and I just stayed there, enjoying
him, and wondering what was next.
When I came, it was not like before. It began as usual,
but it grew slowly. I became impatient and rubbed my
vulva against his groin to speed things along, but it
didn’t work. He was in complete control. He simply
plunged in again and again, deep with his tongue, his
dick and his tail. Meanwhile, my orgasm still eluded
me, though the preliminary tension continued to build.
I tried to squeal but his tongue filled my mouth. I
don’t know how I was breathing, but I was. I tried to
relax and then I tried to fight him. Nothing worked.
His huge, muscular body just put me in my place and
continued to bring me up, higher and higher, hotter and
hotter, more and more urgently. I was screaming through
our sealed lips and about his deep, long tongue, and
still that orgasm grew slowly like a cancer.
It enveloped my loins. The heat radiated well up into
my stomach and down my inner thighs. I wanted it to be
over. I was in tears. I wasn’t sure it was a good
thing. My breasts and calves were involved in it now,
and the heat in my groin was greater than ever. I felt
I was going fusion. My brain was throbbing and losing
coherence. And still, the monster calmly fucked me
without concern or even apparent interest in my
condition.
My body shook uncontrollably. I felt like a white-hot
bar of steel were broiling my insides. I would have
bitten off his tongue but my teeth were clenched
against his own teeth. I felt either his or my teeth
would have to break in another moment, but he didn’t
seem to notice as his tongue continued to bring my
larynx to orgasm, and his tail brought my anus to
orgasm, too. There were orgasms going on all through my
body, singly and in pairs, locally and universally.
But it was in my cunt that I rejoiced the most. That
was where the fire raged hottest. That was where the
most important tendrils radiated from. It was there
that the flames went fission and then fusion and the
pain and joy of it reached the magical state of a
singularity and my brain exploded.
And still, the orgasm grew brighter.
My vagina began pulsing and squeezing and then my whole
body followed suit and little by little, the climax was
attained and I began the long, slow decent down the
other side. My brain was gone to suds on a beach,
hissing and waiting for the next wave. My heart began
beating again, and I felt the unexpected pleasure of
air as I began breathing again.
It was several moments before I could create a coherent
thought.
The monster withdrew his tongue from my mouth. He slid
an alarming length of tail from my anus. The little
pink member was all defused and tucked away safely
behind his scaly flaps.
But he still held me. My legs hung limply now, straight
down. It was a little uncomfortable, but he gently put
me on the bed. I was on my back, and he stood on the
side and hovered over me, examining me with his dull
reptilian eyes.
I smiled at him and caressed his ugly face.
I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them
again, I half expected to find someone else above me.
After all, that had happened so many times during that
previous night.
But no. The elixir was gone. The dream was over. The
monster that had fucked me was still hideous to behold,
and still I caressed him, wishing he could be mine
forever, hideous and wonderful, ugly and sublime.
And though the dream was over, I had the disquieting
feeling that it wasn’t quite over. Not yet. And that it
never would be.
For one thing, I was still a woman. I remembered
entering as a man. I remembered my whole life before
that night as a man. And yet now, even though the
session was over, I was female. More specifically, I
was my wife!
I got dressed in my wife’s clothes. They were right
there where I remembered putting my husband’s clothes
the night before.
I got on the shuttle, landed on the host planet and
found my hotel.
And there I was. Me! I was standing a few yards away
and I was not smiling. I knew me well enough to know
that I would hide my disappointment if my wife were to
go off with a reptilian gigolo for a whole evening of
extra-marital sex.
"Was it all you hoped it would be, Darling," he - or I
- asked, and I remember thinking he was such a good
husband to allow me to hire Dana, the Lizard Bastard,
despite his jealousy and misgivings. Many men wouldn’t
allow their wives such liberties.
I know I was a man, once. I remember it, but no one
else does. Everyone remembers me always as a female. I
think back to my childhood and every episode is as a
boy. I remember my youth, and I was a callow young man.
I dressed in a tuxedo to marry the woman I find myself
to be these days. I remember all of it.
And yet, when I look at photographs from earlier days,
I see a little girl, a young woman, and a blushing
bride in a white gown with an empire bodice, elbow-
length gloves and a Juliet Cap.
When I see photos of my husband, I protest that those
are me! Then we argue, I get upset, we kiss and make
up, and then make love.
Yes.
Before my night with Dana, the Lizard Bastard, my
husband and I - or the other way around, as I remember
it - used to make love maybe once or twice a month, if
that. Lying in the same bed, we rarely touched.
Now, we go to bed and hold each other dearly every
night, and we make love at least three or four times a
week. Sometimes, more often. And it’s all right. I
remember every act of sex and every crime that took
place that night with Dana, the Lizard Bitch/Bastard,
and I know our love making is of little merit compared
with those episodes, and yet I think I prefer my
husband’s attentions more than anything that happened
that night.
I made sex with the Lizard and the Lizard has become,
for me, the definition of sex. But my husband is love -
I know this is getting sappy, but bear with me. I love
him, even if he is a little confused about what gender
he’s supposed to be, and that’s fine.
And though life with him is very good, there is one
more rather disturbing after-effect from my night with
Dana, the Lizard Bastard that rankles me. Every time my
husband and I begin to make love, I have this feeling
that someone is watching; lots of people, and that
they’re all laughing.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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