Four wings of fury flapped above. The creature was sleek like a manta ray and not dissimilarly shaped, save for the spidery tendril like legs emanating out from the center like latex flower petals. It flew effortlessly in the air, its wings only moving to adjust to the wind and steady the beast as it scanned the its antagonist below on the ground. Gwen stared dead on at the beast and calculated what best to do. Gwen had a lot in common with it but she didn’t know that.
Both were made by Demons a hundred years ago for the purpose of defeating humans in their endless wars. Both were more powerful than the average demon tech. Gwen ducked to the side as the beast lunged its stretched tentacles forward, slapping at Gwen to try and grab her. The android ducked out of the way and grabbed ahold of one and firmly tugged. The beast came hurdling forward.
Gwen’s feet opened into boosters and gave her a firm burst of gravity magic to shoot her forward. She was above the beast now, still grabbing its tentacle. She aimed for the edge of the island and went off over the edge to the sky below. The beast went hurdling forward and got stuck on a boulder Gwen was counting on. It was lodged tight but Gwen was still able to pull the tentacle forward. She put all of her body weight into and SLRRRCK!!! The tendril was tugged clean off.
Quickly, she burst her boots again and rushed back up. The beast looked up at her and launched its other tentacles forward, unemotive. She ducked out of the way and lunged past the counter offensive. She lunged forward, foot first and smashed down into the beast, a spray of black blood across her face. With it defeated, she was able to see something shining and shimmering inside of the core of the beast.
It was some sort of module. These things were almost always good news for the android. She grabbed ahold of it and squeezed, compelled by her own curiosity in equal measure with the dizzying effect of the black blood seeping into her skin. If only she knew that she and the beast had one other terrible thing in common.
They were both created to corrupt humans.
. . .
Four tolls of the bell awoke him. Eliv came to hate this place as he awoke to get to work. For as long as he could remember he had lived on this sky island, one of hundreds that dotted the sky after The Shattering. Like many others displaced such as him he made a meager living with what land he had. For his village he specialized in sheep, which is to say the responsibility was thrust upon him after his father left him to go explore and his other father had no choice but to raise him. Always talk about how he was going to come back soon with riches. He had visited a few times, but every time he came back Eliv recognized less and less about him.
Now that he was a man himself, Eliv was expected to handle the farm almost entirely on his own. Honestly, he never even saw his dad all that much. But he saw plenty of the sheep. He saw their fluffy forms move across the horizon towards the house whenever it was getting close to feeding time. And he also saw them stand stalwart when it was time for shearing.
His variety of sheep were demon tainted meaning some of their biology was a touch different. They were bigger, much fluffier, and some of them were even more intelligent or had small horns. Had they been tainted further they’d end up turning into some sort of monster, be they cruel or compassionate, Eliv knew he wouldn’t be comfortable having something or someone like that around. His favorite part about the sheep was how little they spoke to him. But his least favorite part was how boring his life was.
A commotion was gathering at the front of the village as the warning bell sounded. Eliv, hungry for something to actually see, dropped his work and adjusted his clothes and cleaned himself up just a little with a wet rag. His curly blonde hair and stern look gave him a bit of a rogue-ish look. He was dashing in a way and his shirt was open enough to show his pecs, something he was proud of. He nodded to himself in the mirror, grabbed his cane, and darted for the village gate.
The village had no formal guard and was currently being protected in its emergency state by a bread baker and stone mender who grabbed old demon war remnant armor and weapons, both of their iron caps rotted with rust and caved in where the killing blow was delivered to the previous wielder.
“E-excuse me!” The girl lowered her hood as she approached the village gate, still wide open since no one actually knew how to close it. Gates very, very rarely had to be actually closed when you were the only village on the sky island. “Sorry, please disregard my horns, I am no foe!”
“Oh?” The stone mender spoke gruffly. “Who might ya be?”
“My name is Gwen!” She beamed. “I am a bounty hunter trying to make some money. However, I am afraid in a previous encounter I have gotten fucked up as you might say. I was wondering if there was someone here who could help?”
Eliv prodded ahead, cane aloft, and pointed to himself boldly. “That’d be me!”
Neither of the volunteer guard understood the guy’s reasoning, but Gwen beamed, clearly more convinced by the vibes as opposed to the stature. “Why hello there, short king!”
“I…” Eliv closed his fist tight enough to make splinters of his staff. “What the hell did you call me?!”
“Oh, forgive me, I was lead to believe that it was desirable to be likened to monarchs. I guess if they were more liked there would be more of them alive!”
“Did you call me short?!” Eliv asked, now positively fuming.
“Yes, you are quite short. Inches beneath me. Such observations are typically comparative ratios per the observer’s perspe—” Gwen couldn’t finish before Eliv had his staff lightly smacking her face. She grumbled but let him, ineffective as it was. She was always open to new forms of communication.
Now absolutely upset, Eliv kept his staff in her face before begrudgingly swallowing his pride, especially since he could detect the two guards behind him swallowing their laughter less they make the situation worse. “Listen… best to keep thoughts like that to yourself, no matter what you think. Either way, you said you needed help with something? Well, I’m something of a fixer, so whatever it is, I’m sure I can do it. But in exchange, you need to let me come with you. Said you were a bounty hunter right? What do you hunt?”
Gwen, not minding the staff still in her face, raised her finger and spoke. “All manner of creature and or person! I kill without remorse for the highest bidder! Or capture without remorse! The bidder honestly gets to choose, and I do my best!” She looks down at Eliv and nods. “Typically, I’m going after bandits who are attacking profitable farming villages or remnant demon tech creatures who are just absolutely terrorizing people. Enough to make a man cry!”
Eliv blinked. “Um… alright yeah. That sounds great actually. Do you need like repairs or something then?”
“I think so?” She looked around and settled back on Eliv’s face. “I believe I have a grievous wound and require immediate repair.”
“Well, follow me!” He took Gwen’s hand and guided her inside.
The two village guards sighed in their own ways. The mender spoke out “Your father will be peeved.”
“My father can keep his own sheep,” Eliv grumbled.
The pair went back to Eliv’s sheep farm where Eliv retrieved a special item he kept hidden away. It wasn’t Novus grade or anything, but it was great. It was a special Veteris Grade hammer with these special little grabby hands ahead of it, each of them the size of a pin. Whenever a sheep broke a fence or Eliv needed to work on repairing the home he could just hold the hammer up and it would automatically start fixing whatever was broken and guide Eliv to make the motions he needed. The hammer would grab the top of a post and only let him make the precise movement needed to slam down or hold him in the precise aim of a nail, or even sew his clothes shut.
“Alright…” Eliv held the hammer up. “Show me what’s broken.”
Gwen dropped her tattered robes aside. Eliv scanned Gwen’s body but his naïve attention was immediately grabbed by the appendage stiffened between Gwen’s legs. Eyes followed from the purple glowing base of the strange thick shaft until it reached the flared head of the strange animalistic artificial cock. Eliv’s jaw dropped and a strange hot feeling rushed down his stomach and swelled in a sympathetic region as he watched Gwen’s thing throb strangely.
“W-what the hell is that?!”
“This is my wound!” Gwen smiled and poked the tip of it. “I was doing battle with a fierce demon device, and it has given me this strange protrusion. I have concluded it is some sort of corrupted wound not dissimilar to an infection. The strange growth at times throbs and steals my fluids and ability to think. Are you able to assist me with it?”
“N-no way!” Eliv blocked his eyes and looked away. He had wondered about his sexuality for a while, had spoken with both of his fathers about the matter, but there was nothing about the demonic length between that android’s legs that welcomed slow constructive thought. It was more deserving of horror, of him turning his head away and squinting his eyes. “That’s insane, go pay a whore or something!”
“A whore? That would be quite rude to her I would think. This is a wound after all that I got from battle.” Gwen saw that Eliv was growing frustrated with her responses. “How about this. If you assist me with my wound that is now throbbing even harder at the sight of your cute bashful face, then I shall for sure take you with me off this island!”
“Are you… are you seriously trying to coerce me?! Into sex?”
Gwen thought about it for a moment before smiling and nodding. “Oh, I guess I am! I am soliciting you for sex! Please friend, just a bit of relief. At least give me instruction.”
“Wait, you don’t know how to…?” Eliv sighed. He’d keep his mind clear. Just pretend this weird android girl was a sheep. This is farm work. Sterile, boring, he could fall asleep counting her. “Grab near the base…” He looked away when he saw her hand slide down. “Alright… now gently squeeze it. Like a broom handle. N-now slide up…” He could hear her hand wetly move up near the tip. He squinted his eyes, keeping them as shut as possible. “Back down…” Shlccck. “Up again…”
Huff. Gwen’s breath grew louder. “Friend, my heart is beating out of my chest, I think? And it’s getting very hard to think. Is it getting worse?”
“No, that’s normal,” He said with a staggered voice. “Just keep going… You’re going to get a lot dumber until the last second. Now, you want to stay steady. How hard you do it doesn’t matter, it’s how steady you go. Find a good speed that feels best and then stay there…” He looked over. Gwen was hunched over, legs wide spread, and she was steadily thrusting forward with a mechanical precision, always at the same speed, fucking both of her hands squeezed around her cock. Her little robo hooves dug into the dirt and kept her balanced unnaturally well.
The first wad of white sprayed. Eliv looked away, a thick blush on his face. He could hear the girl panting… panting still…
“T-thank you, my king. That felt amazing… I-I omitted the mention of your height per your feedback. Does t-this work for you?”
Eliv sighed, trying to hide the bulge in his own pants. “I’ll go pack my stuff. Let’s get out of here, miss. I’ll tell my dad I am leaving as well.”
“Excellent!” Gwen smiled, cum all over her thighs. “This aligns well as I suddenly have an intense urge to nap. I shall be here rotting on the ground—” She immediately fell backwards, cock flaccid and laid out flat over one of her thighs. “You go gather… your things or… whatever…”
. . .
Did he really hate it here that much? Eliv had all of his worldly possessions on his back with only the things that absolutely had to remain here at the farm and yet he now wondered why it was he was wanting to go so bad. He had been born here on this sky isle and had objectively seen every inch of it. How many times had his hands touched the ledge fence, that narrow wooden and rope border that stopped fools from falling over and into the forever sky below? He had ran laps as a child and easily go from side to side in sequential races, so by the time he was old enough to tend to the farm he was already exhausted of this entire land. And now as a man…
He had to go. To say he did. No one else in town had ever really left before, let alone with a weird demon android girl! At least he assumed she was a demon. Gwen was clearly made of demon technology and had the horns to prove it, and yet she didn’t act like other demon tech roaming the land. In fact, seemed like she was actively fighting it with consequence for herself.
When Eliv came back to fetch her from rot nap she had awoken to those consequences having grown. She squeezed her shaft, now flaccid, and confirmed her suspicions. “It appears after my cleansing session I have grown larger. Is this normal?”
“No, not really,” Eliv shook his head. “You have a weird demon one. You’re probably not playing by the same rules everyone else, else the town drunk who masturbates all day would have cock enough to cross the sky.”
“That would be wonderful,” Gwen nodded. “Unsanitary but utilitarian.”
“I… was making a joke,” Eliv raised his brow and sighed.
Gwen… took a second too long to realize and nodded her head. “Of course, a joke. A cock could never be used as a bridge. Not even a very long one!…”
A pause followed.
Eliv… groaned. “NO, no…! Not even a long one—Are… are you for real?” What the hell was he getting himself in to? Well, he was already packed and had already told everyone he was leaving. It was time to say goodbye and get on the road. He honestly didn’t have much to say to the people of the island. Despite growing up here Eliv had always kept to himself and his farm. When the time came to leave he was content enough for their silhouette to be all the more evidence they leave behind.
Gwen had secured before this island a small Skytracer. The apparatus was large enough to seat two provided the passenger sat in the back and squeezed themselves around the driver. From there the device was assembled of a few mismatched pieces but the origin was clearly demonic. The two miniature engines on either side of the device were shimmering with purple demonic energy, the crystals inside showing through the rusted metal. The android adjusted her cloak and tugged down a pair of goggles over her eyes. She retrieved a spare pair of goggles from the storage located in the torso of the device and helped store Eliv’s bag in that same compartment.
“Finally, a usage for the storage! I don’t travel with much on account of only dressing myself in a cloak and also not eating or drinking or masturbating—until now!” Gwen smiled, thrilled she was now masturbating. “I’ve heard so much but I am not certain what supplies I may need for these new activities. Well, El, time we get a move on as they say! Let us haul our asses off of here.”
The skytracer took off with a slow start and a rattling engine that settled into the steady hum of a half reliable device. Gwen piloted with the steering handles at the front of it and tugged the yoke gradually down. Little flaps lifted and the device flew up into the air. Eliv’s eyes filled with wonder as he watched the only place he had ever known be transformed into the same silhouettes he would see at night. And then into the clouds he would watch drift past. Finally, into the sky that he had stared out into long at night.
Flight occupied most of their time. The ship had no need of fuel, running off the same crystals it was installed with at the dawn of The Demon Wars and would likely never need replaced, piloted by an android who never tired or ate but who might now need occasional breaks for more base pleasures. Eliv, however, was the exception to machine. As the sky grew dark he became less stable and his grip loosened on Gwen’s back.
“H-hey… can we find a place to rest soon? I’m starting to doze back here.”
Gwen turned and smiled. “Of course, sorry! It has been a bit since I’ve had company!”
The ship slowly settled on to a smaller island, a fragment from the conclusion of that world ruining war. Eliv had never been on such a small island so it took a moment for him to grow accustomed to that feeling of speed. It was easier to feel the orbit of the tiny islands as they raced across the momentum from the explosion that ended The Demon War, forever racing around Purgatory. After he grew accustomed, he set up a fire and took a bite of his provisions. He opened his pack and pulled out some pemmican they made at the farm to sell to adventurers. He nibbled until he felt full and then settled down to sleep.
Gwen was suddenly in front of him, facing away. “Eliv, in case you are possibly harmed I insist you try to sleep here.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m doing!” Eliv rolled his eyes… before he noticed it. The seam. Gwen was opening. “W-what the…?”
“Eliv,” Gwen spoke more bluntly of this. “I am in part a suit. I am not sure why my creators made me… wearable. But right now, I understand it will protect you in case monsters come here.” Gwen’s eyes gently watched the clouds, following the manta ray shaped shadows that flew through the distant clouds and then looked up the beast far, far away that eclipsed the size of the island Eliv had been born on. “You will be safer inside me than not.” Gwen said.
The sigh that left Eliv could part those distant clouds. “Fiiiine, but skies above are you a weird girl!” Eliv pushed his fingers in to the seam expecting to feel the metal of her armor. He didn’t. It felt rubbery and firm like some toy. As he parted the seam it then felt more like latex. Light peeled through the darkness of Gwen’s interior. He might have anticipated some sort of anatomical learning experience but all he saw was a welcoming dark.
One foot and then the other. Gwen shifted like a silicon wrap, opening further, stretching higher, only to finally squeeze tight and embrace him. Eliv went to speak but found himself immediately too relaxed to manage any significant words. Stubborn, he still mewled, “Wow… you are… weirdly warm.”
“I was made to be worn. I’d be genuinely upset if I wasn’t comfortable.” Gwen giggled.
The warmth was… strange. In humans there are instincts that guide them to comfort. Warm water is nice because we need it. Beds are nice because softness relieves muscles of tension. Blankets insolate us and let out bodies expend less energy to create warmth and keep the warmth we make for longer. Being inside Gwen felt like all of these sensations at once… with one strange little nibble.
A feeling that she was meant to spoof these sensations. A flaw in human understanding and emotion, a glitch like anxiety that makes us writhe like speared hunters racing after boar during social situations. Gwen’s comfort pushed through a wrinkle in his mind and flared something ancient and dominant. A thought occurred to him passively, that if Gwen was made by demons perhaps this artificla comfort was perfectly designed to ease humans at their basest levels into this bliss. He smiled despite it. He felt the heavy squeeze around his arms and legs despite it. He went limp despite it all. Dreams came next.
But he woke up.
Was it later? How much so? He heard Gwen’s voice. “Hey… I need your instructions again, Eliv. It got… so big. It woke me up and I can’t fall back asleep. Please just… tell me what to do.”
Eliv was confused, in that state between awake and asleep that any processing would not occur. He spoke plainly, surprisingly clear. “Start at the base. Squeeze softly, like what a woman or a guy would feel like. A woman is softer and a bit wider, but a guy’s thing squeezes really hard but spreads quicker. Squeeze nice and slowly pull up. Don’t spend too much time at the tip, it’s too sensitive! And then just…”
More and more.
Up and down.
A sharp prickling sensation ran up Eliv’s spine, his toes glittered with little glassy sharp feelings like he lost all the blood to them and was forced to stand on them. The pain in his spine slowly turned to warmth which turned to pleasure. It felt good. What Gwen was doing felt good.
He felt how close she was… How close they were.
And the building tension became so heavy and unbearable he felt like he might crash beneath the heft, felt he might vanish beneath how heavy the need was until a blinding light punctured through it and the release finally came and he…
…
When Eliv awoke he was in a bed in a town he didn’t recognize.
For a moment he was alone. He rose from the bed sheets that weren’t covering him and looked down at his hands. His whole body felt… extremely odd. It was like he was wet but there wasn’t any shimmering or any sign of himself being wet. When he touched his chest a little moan left his lips unprompted from himself, a sign he hadn’t been prepared. He looked nervously around the room before the door opened.
Gwen had returned to the room with a bowl of soup and spoon for eating it. “Good, you’re awake!”
“Ugh…” Eliv rubbed his head and tried carefully to act like he hadn’t done anything just a second ago. He at least hoped that his new traveling companion hadn’t heard the sound he had just made. “Where are we, Gwen?”
Gwen laid the bowl on the table nearest to him. “This is an inn, which is aptly named considering we are in it. In the inn.” She smiled warmly. “You were writhing a lot inside me and it made me feel very strange. I decided to find a place for us to spend the night and we would reorganize our traveling accommodations later. Oh, and when you leave the room please be careful. I only rented a room for one person because it would be cheaper.”
For some reason being smuggled into the room made Eliv feel… strange to say the least. Like a pet being snuck into a no-pets room. He was happy they were only planning on keeping this ruse up for a night. He was also happy for something else. “Yeah, that whole being inside you thing was weird. I had the craziest dreams. As much as I appreciate you letting me come with you for this trip I can’t help but think it is a bit weird to literally crawl inside you like a suit, android or no.”
“I apologize for that. I thought I was the one letting you get under my skin, but it turns out the feeling was mutual…” Gwen shook her head in a show of sympathy that felt more acted than true, but there was not a lot true to her was it? She was action, artificiality, a robot… Eliv felt strange around her now, knowing that she still had that massive member hidden beneath the robes she wore for decency and that she was demon technology. A weapon first. A person… second?
Eliv rose from bed and went out to find the bath house nearby. The village they were in was ten times the size of the one Eliv grew up in. It was the first time in his life he couldn’t squint out the edge of the land in the horizon. The feeling was like a long case of vertigo finally resolved after years of it filling you. It was tinnitus from birth.
It was nice to go inside this bath house and walk through it to the back. A private little booth awaited him. He slipped out of his clothes and set them aside and let the hot water of the shower pour over him. His skin felt so sensitive as the water rolled over his body, tan lines from where his shirts covered his chest and thighs more apparent in his naked form. He sighed as he fell back against one of the walls and relaxed. His hands squeezed his balls and a moan left his lips.
Then he felt something else. His fingers pushed behind and he noticed… there was more. It was tricky to get a look until he realized there was a mirror in the shower booth. He swayed his hips and stared carefully at the twisted angle. Two larger cheeks stared back at him. He spread them and noticed that even between them was bigger and puffier. He leaned down to get a look at his face. Why did his lips look so nice? Why was his eyes… darker? It looked like he had eye liner on!
Pulse… pulse… he felt his cock yearn, his balls tighten, and something else between his cheeks pulse with a warm need. Like fingers are wont to do, he felt the need to itch these needs. His eyes darted… no even in a private booth it was too public. The walls were too thin and he had just gotten done moaning in the inn room over nothing at all. Besides, he’d feel bad for the poor person who had to clean the showers…
He toweled off carefully and slipped back in to his clothes. Why was his chest hairless all of a sudden? Why were his armpits smooth and clean? All of this was worrying him… and the only thing that had changed recently was his time with Gwen. It made sense there’d be consequences to literally crawling inside a demon bot but he had hoped it wouldn’t be this pronounced, or frankly that the kind woman would be able to keep such things hidden.
Beyond these concerns he had some free time today. Gwen had rented the room for the next night as well to let Eliv breathe and give her some time to check their vehicle to make sure it was still operable, preventative maintenance. With a few coins he had saved up, Eliv went out to the town square to take in all the things he had been missing out on.
Foods that he had sampled only after they were shipped to his forgotten hamlet were prepared fresh on counters for reasonable prices. Hot bread and cinnamon rolls made with frosting! Coffee brewed in percolators over fires and ice cream was churned in special machines with ice crystals thrumming along. He couldn’t stop blowing his cash on all the good stuff! And then a bookstore even! Eliv had a bare grasp on reading, all the stuff his dad insisted he know to help him handle trading when he took over soon. Some of the books he skimmed through he was able to grasp so he bought one to keep it handy. And then the clothes store!
“Can I help you, mam?” The woman running the shop asked Eliv as he bent over to grab some shoes.
“Um…?” Eliv cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m a man.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry!” The woman blushed and waved her hands in front of her face to fan away her shame.
“No, no it’s okay I just…” Eliv paused. From behind did he look…? He cleared his throat, bought a pair of new shoes and collected his change. He was tempted by a few other articles of clothing both frilly and simple but opted against it for the time being. There was at least a pair of shorts that made practical sense, however, so he bought it. Maybe it’d help Gwen a bit…
He headed back to the room and paused at the door. He was about to knock when he heard… Her…
Carefully, he slid open the door. Gwen was spread legged on the bed and rubbing her bigger cock frantically. The shorts slipped out of Eliv’s hands. Even the sound of fabric hitting the wooden floor was enough. Gwen rose and looked over. “Eliv! Come in, before someone things there are two people in this room and they charge me more!”
Eliv slips inside… the walls were covered, the floor was covered… and she was still going. She smiled and made eye contact with Eliv, “There you are! It is starting to get late. Did you have fun?”
“C-can you not do that while we talk?” Eliv looked away.
“I’m afraid I need to finish,” Gwen gulped. “I… I would stop if I could. Perhaps if you helped I would finish quicker?”
That made him blush. Eliv turned back to face her and groaned. “You’re kidding right? Come on I…” He watched the cock swell as he looked at it. She was getting off on the attention alone. He licked his lips in a strange manner. Before he hadn’t felt this way, but now a strange magnetism was ignited. His lips felt in some manner related to that monster between her legs, drawn to it the same way components are bound as parts of a whole. His lips around the head flared up in his head, visions of his hot tongue swirling impatiently around the leaking head like a spout of nectar. His heart rapidly grew in pace.
Gwen sprayed the floor between them. The closest drop hit Eliv’s new shoe right on the toe. She panted desperately. “Hrgh… Skies above… that felt amazing! Eliv… bed time is… now…” Gwen stood up and slipped a finger into her slightly bustier chest plate and opened it up to reveal the tendrils and smooth darkness inside.
“I thought you said we weren’t going to do the suit thing again!” Eliv protested. “I think it… last time I think something about me…” Eliv’s pucker pulsed.
The space between them rapidly vanished. Gwen leaned in closer. “I… I can’t afford another night here…” She giggled. “I lied about being able to afford it, silly me, what a dumbass I am. We need to get a move on… Crawl inside Eliv, please. Please.”
Eliv pushed his hand into the space. That magnetism swelled up inside him. He knew it was a mistake and yet he wanted to go back so bad. It was comforting him, vanishing all that pressure that was forming inside him. Tendrils rose from around Eliv and slipped off his clothes as she came closer and closer inside.
The space closed behind him.
It felt so good. Immediately he became aware of how cold everything outside had been. The draft rolling in through the window giving him goose pimples, the sun that never seemed to pierce the veil of clouds, and those damn blankets covered in moth bites! Inside Gwen was a warmth that adapted to him, that grew with his needs. Tentacles that wrapped around his legs and vanished against him like waves breaking against the rocks. It was a comforting warmth he could vanish beneath, a warm spa of artificial and true comfort. His eyes slid shut as he felt a tendril wrap around his cock.
When he emerged next he was immediately aware of what he needed to do. He slid out of Gwen on his hands and knees. His pale skin shimmered, all of his tan missing, his eyes matching Gwen’s pink glowing eyes. His mouth opened and his glowing pink tongue sprouted little nubby bug like grabbers on the side. Gwen opened her mouth and revealed a much longer tongue covered in twice as many thorns. Their tongues met only for a second before he sank down to his knees and wrapped his strange tongue around her growing cock. She was so much bigger than him now too…
What… was he doing? Senses were slowly coming back the way anyone who awakens feels them return. First the fuzzies in his fingers vanished and he could just feel the world as it was. But then came the bigger motions as his emotions were unburried beneath the static in his head. He slunk back and stared up at Gwen. “What… what is happening?”
Gwen looked down at him… and smiled. “I was honestly wondering the same thing?” Gwen laughed. Eliv looked around…
The skytracer was parked on the outskirts of some town. They must have travelled for a short while. People were walking by the alley they were hidden near. No one paid them mind but the same way Eliv could hear their boots on the stone walk way so too could they likely have heard his tongue wrap around Gwen and his throat brace for impact.
“This is… weird…” He looked up at Gwen.
“C’mon…” Gwen urged. “I’m so close. Consider it payment. I’ve been carrying you… taking care of you…” Eliv’s mouth slowly came closer. Gwen’s words held more sway over him than they ever had before. That sleepy static he thought he had risen above was burying him again. The sound of his own thoughts vanished.
Without those thoughts he made mistakes. His mouth sunk lower and lower, shocked at how able he was… His throat spread for that cock and it slid inside without even a tickle, like he was made for it. He was made to sink lower… And he was made to start sliding back and forth. Gwen squeezed his longer hair and it made him feel something. His loins buzzed and leaked and his ass wobbled along as he grew used to it being so large.
How did things get here? His mind was still buzzing in that half awake state when Gwen uttered some warning that slipped right past his blissed out mind. Then suddenly his mouth was full and he was falling backwards. A figure went past him. A man he didn’t know stared down at Eliv and shook his head with a smile. “Weirdos…”
Eliv gulped and stood up frantically, immediately out of the state that he was in before. “Gwen! Are we… are we in an alley? Why…?” He looked at Gwen urgently, wishing he could deepen his voice a little bit more to really emphasize the urgency he was feeling.
Past them the rain began to fall and the light of the crystals began to illuminate them. Gwen took a step forward. “I am sorry. Please, get back inside and I’ll take you to an inn. Just like before…”
“H-hey!” Eliv shook his head. “I’m fine! I can walk!”
“I lost your clothes in the last inn. I am afraid they are still in the inn,” Gwen said. “I was too eager to get you inside me. As soon as you were in I ceased showing caution and took off… and I kept thinking about how nice it was to have you. I had to make an emergency landing on this island or else I’d risk a crash. I needed this, Eliv. Now get inside me or else you’ll show your naked form to all of these strangers.” Gwen leaned closer and squeezed Eliv’s rear. “They might mistake you for a girl, however, so perhaps your identity would be safe?”
Eliv flushed but struggled to retort, some of that resistance in him was missing now at least in the moment. He pushed his fingers for the seam. His fingers went over where he swore the entrance to the suit was a few times before Gwen, seemingly at will, opened the seam. Eliv gulped and crawled inside again, turning around so he was facing his exit as the flaps of the suit closed around him.
This time he was able to stay awake and stop the dreams from coming in. He listening but couldn’t hear the world outside. Only when he focused very hard could he tell they were even moving. He wondered where Gwen would take them and if it was going to be another hotel they had to pretend was occupied only by one person. Something about that annoyed him for certain but it was undeniably better for the money… He felt so soft. So strange.
Gwen opened herself back up. Eliv slid out inside their room which was clearly more accommodating. The bed was pink and queen sized and the room was dark save for the crystal light that bathed the furniture in a low rainbow of colors. He turned just as Gwen approached him.
Their cocks pressed together. Gwen was huge now, her cock even more beastly, thorns sprouted out from the sides in sadistic form. She licked her lips. “Just as I theorized. It appears I have been growing and you have shrinked as well.”
“E-excuse me!?” Eliv was furious but… couldn’t move. Magnetism glued his cock to hers.
“Appears so. I was obsessively measuring my member as we flew. I was also making ‘eye ball’ measurements of yours. Now that direct comparison is being made, I can plainly see that you have lost a few inches whilst I have gained many. I wonder why this is…”
“Are you kidding me?!” Eliv felt that fire for the first time in a bit. “It’s because of you! You’re… changing me! I can… feel it every time I go in you. Something about it just keeps eating at me and changing little pieces of me.” He saw himself in the mirror of the room’s dresser. His lips were painted purple and his eyes were sharp and feminine. His hair was long and cute, a very similar shade to Gwen’s hair. Little horns were poking out of his head and they were sensitive as hell.
Gwen wrapped her hand around both of their cocks and began to jerk off. “Sssh… here let me repay you. Just like you taught me to do before… Up… and down…”
“Fuck fuck fuck…” Eliv hissed through his teeth trying to look away… but seeing himself in the mirror aroused him just as much as looking at Gwen and everywhere else in this seedy love hotel was too dark or too suggestive for him to bare to look at. And when he closed his eyes…
All he saw were tentacles wrapping around him, pumping his plump rubbery donut, using him like a toy over and over…
His attention snapped back over. He felt Gwen’s heavy balls rut against him as her hand kept riding their cocks close together. They ran into his smaller pair over and over. They felt so warm and intoxicating that even a single touch overwhelmed his body with their warmth. He started to drool against his better judgement.
White flooded out the tip of his cock. His veins locked tight and his head threw back. He climaxed so hard it curled his toes. When he looked back Gwen was still going desperately. She groaned needily and fell backwards on to her back.
Something wrapped around Eliv. It was Gwen’s tail. Whenever she had grown it was a mystery to him but it was urging him forward, lifting him by his waist and positioning his body so his rear was pushing down against the head of her cock. He felt his donut eagerly stretch with assembled and programmed attraction.
It was magical. He slid down with no need to lubricate, in fact he already was! And his every button was pressed. Even before that cock head slammed against the fabled sensitive bud at the end of that tight tunnel he felt little switches clicked with every inch processed. When she was all the way inside and his gut was bulged with the pure size of her he was overwhelmed with a thrilling positive sensation like somehow he had achieved something he was always meant to do, always supposed to be a part of.
She thrust a dozen or so time effortlessly inside his rubbery tight ass and then she came without any warning but with plenty of aftermath. Her screams and moans were uncharacteristically animated. All else she did felt parroted from humans she had spoken with but that climax was beastly and organic, squeals that arched upward into fiery storms and raged down below in debris.
He almost felt scared.
“Hey…?” Eliv asked. Gwen raised her head. Her eyes were black save for the purple slits glowing in the center of those demonic pools. Eliv felt a shiver hit him. He realized it… Realized what she was.
“Hey~” She giggled. “Wow, that was… fuck that was incredible! I see why so many men blow all their money on this! We used to make fun of the men who came to the tavern I was saved at. They’d arrive fresh out of king’s heads and gold and beg for another free round of booze. Where’d it all go Mable would ask and they’d say they blew it on women and gambling! I used to think how silly! Money on those things? Bunch of buffoons! Mable would call them meaner things. Lascivious hooligans… Deviants sleazeballs and wanton skirt-chasing dogs!” Gwen laughed. “But holy FUCK, I get it now! I get it I get it! I’m a deviant too, aren’t I? Oh skies above, and I love it! And all it took…” Gwen slid her cock out and slapped it against Eliv’s stomach. Her cum flowed over his stomach and flooded up to his chest. “Was for me to make a girl of my own.”
Eliv felt his heart skip a beat. A smile spread across his face but he was scared of what it meant. He felt his horns tingle. Gwen opened her chest and the tentacles, now much bigger, lashed out and scooped Eliv back up in to her. He was immediately comfortable and content inside.
The next time he emerged Gwen had purchased some clothes. A skirt, a tight pair of panties, things that wouldn’t fit her strange mechanical form but would easily squeeze around him. He had grown a short stub of a tail since the last time he was inside Gwen, seemingly mirroring her freshly every time he returned inside her.
With all of this clothing it would be even harder to pinpoint that he was a guy… right? For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to be stressed, couldn’t find it in him to worry beyond if Gwen was pleased or not.
“So… where are we going now?”
“You don’t wish to return home yet?” Gwen was guiding the pair back to their hotel room for the night. “You weren’t hungry either. How strange? I supposed my cum is nourishing, just like those sickos from the tavern insisted their own cum was…”
Eliv shook his head and laughed. “I for sure cannot go home like this. I look like a demon hooker, I’m lucky no one is shouting me out as I speak. No, I’ll just need to wait for all of this to wear off and then I can go back. Until then… I guess we can travel together for a bit longer. Maybe I can make enough coin and buy my own tracer and fly back on my own?”
Gwen smiled and patted Eliv’s head. “I think that’d be perfect for you. I’ll take on some missions soon and find an artificer to help remove this upgrade that has made me an utter deviant. And then… once both of these things are solved…” Gwen squeezed Eliv’s ass possessively. “That is when we’ll part.”
And Eliv had no idea when that might be.