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Chaos gets a bad rap.
People hear the word and they imagine senseless violence, cities in flames, the inversion of all things good and natural. “Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!” as a good doctor once said. But can you imagine a universe in which order ruled everything? There would be no creativity, no freedom of expression, no spice of life! The difference between you and me, of course, is that I don’t have to imagine it. I’ve seen it.
While order has its place in the grand scheme of things (loathe as I am to admit it), it’s chaos that makes life worth living. Who doesn’t love being free to do what they want, where they want, with whomever they want? Free to enjoy themselves in any way they choose, without any gods or governments dictating how they should live?
But of course, chaos suffers from bad PR, time and time again. Just because there exist some horrid people who take advantage of their freedom in order to harm others doesn’t mean that the concept is inherently flawed. Order makes the trains run on time, but chaos keeps life interesting !
People, in general, would be happier and healthier if they let a little more chaos into their lives, but they don’t always see it that way. At least, not at first. If they could see what I’ve seen - places from across the omniverse dominated by order, worlds gone completely sterile and colorless - they wouldn’t hesitate at all. But then again, if they could see what I saw, their poor little minds would just shatter from the strain of trying to comprehend it all, so perhaps that’s for the best.
That doesn’t mean that my hands are tied, of course. Every so often, a universe will come to my attention that has… potential. One where order is a bit more prevalent than it perhaps should be, but where chaos still manages to find a foothold. In places like this, there’s ways that I can lend a bit of a helping hand, in order to make life in that universe a bit more fun. It’s a public service, really. I would be helping so many people!
…Okay, I mostly do it because I’m bored, but still! I can take my amusement and still help people! It’s not mutually exclusive!
Unfortunately, I can’t just pop into a plane of existence and start messing with things willy-nilly. There are some rules so immutable that even I am beholden to them. I cannot directly exert my influence in a universe weighted toward order.
Not unless something already within that universe paves the way for me. Things cannot just happen on their own. There needs to be a catalyst.
And fortunately for me, I found a perfect one. A mind that’s just a little more susceptible than average to my influence. And that is all that it will be; influence. After all, if I could just click my fingers and make things happen my way, what would even be the point? Once I make my mark upon a mind, then everything that happens from that point on will be a result of the choices they make.
You know what they say, after all. Give a mortal a fish, and they eat for a day. Teach a mortal to go to their local aquarium and make all the fish sing show tunes, and oh boy, we have a feast to look forward to.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. You can’t rush a work of art, after all. Despite what my detractors will tell you, I can be patient. I can delay my gratification. And I have a feeling that my latest project is going to be my magnum opus.
~*~
Lauren Keibin was tired. Granted, she was usually tired, but today she was more tired than usual. To all outside observers, she was living the high life. She had a good job as an accountant at one of the most prestigious financial firms in the state. The job wasn’t especially difficult. In fact, she rather enjoyed the work. Numbers were easy to deal with. The thing that constantly wore her down was the people she had to work with. Day in, day out, she would have to deal with people’s inane questions about why this or that fund didn’t have the right numbers in it (and unfortunately, “you forgot to carry the two, fuckface” was not something she could say to people), and she was paid well, but not well enough to wade through the constant streams of other people’s bullshit. But unfortunately, that was her job as well.
The promotion had sounded so good on paper, but taking it had been the worst mistake of her life. It meant that all of a sudden, she was spending less time doing the work she actually enjoyed and more time untangling other people’s problems, and she had to do it all with a wink and a smile. Some days she could get away with taking a quick nap in the break room to recuperate her energy, but today had not been one of these days. She had barely gotten any actual work done. It was all just a constant stream of making sure that other people did their jobs correctly. At the end of the day, her face hurt from smiling so much, and as soon as she got into the car, she let it drop, thanking God, the devil, and every other power that she could think of that it was Friday. She resolved then and there that her facial muscles would not move an inch until Monday morning.
The traffic jam that she ran into on the way home had been the cherry on top of the frustration sundae that had been her week. Which meant that she was going to need some serious stress relief. The whole trip home, her brain was positively buzzing with negativity, and she was determined to forcibly derail her train of thought.
What she didn’t need when she walked in the door was to be forcefully and intensely hugged by a bright pink blur.
Lauren closed her eyes, counted to five, then sighed and reciprocated the hug.
“Hello, Tya.”
“Laurieeee, I missed you!” said Tya, wiggling with excitement. Tya was Lauren’s roommate, and though she could be a bit much at times and had difficulty with concepts like “knocking before coming in”, Lauren wouldn’t have traded her for anything.
“You saw me this morning before I left for work, Tya.”
She pulled back and huffed, hands on her hips. “That doesn’t mean I can’t miss my bestie!”
“...Bestie, huh? What do you need?”
Tya smirked, rubbing the points of her fingers together. “I was just wondering if maaaybe I could borrow your car tonight?
And that was when she noticed her roommate’s attire was a bit more provocative than usual, with a short skirt, a lacey top, and of course, her favorite pink-and-blue-striped knee-highs. Lauren gave her an inquisitive glance.
“...There’s a big mixer at Clam ‘n Jam tonight, and I was supposed to catch a ride with Swan but they came down with something and had to cancel. I hate to ask but I really don’t want to miss this! I promise I’ll put gas in it this time, too!”
Lauren didn’t typically like to lend her vehicle out, but on the other hand, this would keep Tya out of her way for the evening, possibly until the next morning. She handed the keys over.
“Bring it back with a full tank, and if you hook up with somebody, please get a motel room. I just got the upholstery cleaned. And we’re even for the groceries I picked up for you last week.”
“You’re the best , Laurie!” said Tya, accepting the keys with reverence. “Don’t wait up for me, and if you’re hungry, I made a pot of curry and the leftovers are in the fridge! Thanks, love you!”
And with that, she was off, and the apartment was blessedly silent. And Lauren allowed herself just the littlest, tiniest smile. The night was looking up already. She’d have a nice home-cooked dinner, a little glass of wine, and then, well…
Ordinarily, she’d unwind from a stressful day with a nice marathon gaming session. Nothing took the edge off of a day of dealing with finance bros like solid four to six hours of Conqueror Lords II . But on a night like tonight, with the added bonus of having the place to herself?
This called for some intense stress relief.
Lauren finished her dinner, washed up, and tossed her pants into the laundry basket on her way to her bedroom. Once there, she plopped herself into her chair, opened up a password-locked folder, and queued up a video.
Lauren, like many ordinary people trying to survive the world, had a vice. Everyone had theirs. But Lauren’s was a bit more particular. She didn’t smoke at all and drank eight-dollar wine when the mood struck her. She was too educated about finance to gamble, and didn’t have the constitution to be an adrenaline junkie. When Lauren really needed to indulge herself, the only thing that could scratch that itch was extremely niche pornography.
The video showed an animated representation of a perfectly ordinary woman, trying to get something off a high shelf. The woman yelped as she stumbled backwards, a jar of something green and luminous falling off the top shelf and dousing her. And then - slowly - she began to change.
This video was a favorite of Lauren’s. Reaching into a box beneath her desk, she pulled out her latest acquisition from Wicked Wyrm. It was nine inches long, bright blue with magenta swirls, and resembled the anatomy of no life-form, with nubs and ridges in all sorts of delectable places. And as the woman on the screen continued to shift - skin turning green, body elongating, limbs splitting apart and forming the shapes of long, sinewy tendrils - she could already feel herself getting wet.
Lauren had always been a bit different in this regard. While a lot of her childhood friends had gotten their first crushes from magazine covers and teen dramas, hers had come from horror movies and schlocky sci-fi comics. She’d tried dating a few times over the years, with people of varying shape and gender, but the spark just wasn’t there. Only when she delved into the truly unusual did her libido truly go off.
She found her people on various message boards and chatrooms. Furries, alien lovers, monsterfuckers… she found kinship among freaks of every stripe, and the deeper she delved, the hornier she got. In her eyes, the more bizarre the object of her desire was, the more intensely she got into it.
As the woman on the screen began to use her newfound tentacles to fuck the dripping wet pussy that had grown on her chest, her two sets of eyes half-lidded in pleasure, Lauren slung one leg over the armrest and pushed her toy a little deeper, squirming in place as she got hotter and hotter. The transformee’s new orifices began to ooze fluorescent green slime as she climaxed, and both she and Lauren alike started to cry out in rapturous pleasure .
Lauren let out a contented little sigh, coming down just as the video ended. This was a good appetizer, but tonight was going to be a marathon, not a sprint. She planned on taking full advantage of Tya being out of the house.
~*~
Several hours later, Lauren was splayed out on the bed, completely nude, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. At some point she had switched to her laptop, but once she’d found that new animation of a woman becoming a colossal tyrannosaurus-taur and laying an enormous egg, the rest of the evening rapidly became a blur, and now she was well and truly spent.
It had been a very good session, and she was trying her best to savor it. But there was always a brief moment, once the post-nut clarity began to set in, where she couldn’t help but introspect a little.
This had been nice, but sometimes, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit alienated by the fact that she felt zero attraction to ordinary people. It would have been one thing if she’d felt no attraction at all. But what made it worse is that every once in a while, she’d spot a person that she could imagine herself cozying up to… if only he had wings and a tail, if only she had three eyes and four breasts, if only they were ten feet tall and covered with scales.
There were people out there with unusual sexual desires, to be sure, and they had their communities. But sometimes it was a bit depressing, remembering that everything that she desired most in the world involved things that could never happen.
‘ What if they could, though?’
Lauren found herself sitting bolt upright, whipping her head around. “Tya? That you?” she called out. But there was no response. And it hadn’t sounded like Tya’s voice, besides. It had not, in fact, sounded like a voice at all. It was more like… a thought, but not one of her thoughts, except that didn’t make any sense. Cautiously, she reached under her bed and laid hands on the baseball bat she kept under there, then got up - legs still a bit wobbly - and scanned the apartment.
The doors were still locked, and there was no sign of anyone’s presence but hers. Sighing, she made her way back to her bed and grabbed her phone. It was a little after one AM, and she’d gotten a text from Tya.
met cute girl, went back 2 her place. dont wait up, ill be back in the mornin <3
Lauren closed the message, watching as her phone popped back to her lock screen, which was a pinup of a violent-skinned dark elf woman from a fantasy MMO that Lauren had been fond of some time ago.
“Must be nice, being able to go out and hook up,” she murmured, rolling over in bed. “Sometimes I wish I could do that. But… eh, it’s not in the cards. As much as I’d love to wake up to a dark elf making me breakfast.”
With that, she rolled over and went back to sleep. But as she drifted off, there was a tingle in the back of her mind, and the errant thought lingered.
‘What if you could make it happen? What if it could be real?’
~*~
Lauren overslept that morning. She very seldom did that, but between the long work day and her extra long wank sesh, she must have been more exhausted than she thought. It was almost ten when she finally pulled herself out of bed, and her mouth tasted like ozone. Groaning, she pulled herself up, went to the bathroom to clean herself up, then ventured out into the kitchen.
And then she screamed as she saw the strange woman in her kitchen.
She had a long, slender build, dark purple skin, silver hair, and long, pointed ears, and she was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts, a gingham apron, and a pair of pink-and-white knee-high socks. She yelped and turned around when Lauren screamed, glaring at her with emerald-green eyes, and Lauren could see that she was holding a bowl of pancake batter.
“Jeez, Laurie! You scared the crap out of me!”
And that was when, despite everything, the familiarity of her features came together.
“...Tya?”
“Who else would it be, silly?” she said, as she turned her attention back to the stove, where a hot pan was waiting. Nearby, a stack of pancakes had already been completed.
Lauren took a deep breath, took her glasses off, and rubbed her eyes. And there was Tya, going about her business as if she was not four inches taller and also purple.
“How was… last night?” said Lauren, slowly approaching her, waiting for an explanation.
“Not too bad,” said Tya with a shrug. “I don’t think I’ll be seeing that girl again, but y’know, I got my dick sucked, so the evening wasn’t a total wash.”
“That’s good,” said Lauren. She sat down at the kitchen table, unable to pull her eyes away. “So… when did you start getting into cosplay?”
Tya suddenly looked surprised, as if she’d remembered something. “Aww, Laurie, it was supposed to be a surprise!”
“It… was?”
“Absolutely!” said Tya, smiling brightly. “I was really looking forward to showing you the new Space Navy uniform I ordered for the convention we’re going to next month! I thought I could go as Lieutenant Nemo to go with your Captain Brooks!”
Lauren simply sat and stared as a plate of pancakes was placed in front of her. They smelled delicious. But something was off.
“You never make breakfast,” said Lauren, looking up. “You’ve never made breakfast as long as I’ve known you. You always told me you hated cooking first thing in the morning.”
Tya looked confused for a moment, then just shrugged. “Can’t a girl just do something nice for her bestie?” she said, leaning in and giving Lauren a smooch on the forehead, and as she did, something electric ran down her spine. She was entranced by those gleaming eyes, those long, sensual ears, that flawless tyrian skin…
Lauren very quickly focused on her pancakes, stuffing in a mouthful. They were… alright. Perfectly serviceable. She ate quickly and excused herself, going back into her bedroom and catching her breath. Then she pinched her arm very, very hard.
“Okay, Lauren,” she said to herself. “Either you’re having a nervous breakdown, or your roommate has spontaneously turned into… a dark elf… who… made me breakfast.”
As she spoke the words, her eyes snapped wide open as recollection flooded her.
What if you could make it happen?
…No. That wasn’t… anything. It couldn’t be. That was not the way the world worked. This had to be some kind of weird hallucination.
Lauren opened her door a crack and peered out of it. Tya was still out there, still purple, and still making pancakes. She was also wiggling her hips and singing under her breath to herself in what was definitely Low Elvish, because Lauren was the kind of nerd who recognized that.
She shut the door again and closed her eyes.
“Okay,” she said. “If you’re listening… whoever you are… maybe it would be cool if my roommate wasn’t an elf? Just throwing that out there?”
It didn’t feel like she got any sort of response. There wasn’t a change in the air or any sort of sound. But when Lauren opened the door again, Tya looked as she normally did, with round ears, human proportions, and light brown skin. She was still making breakfast, but that was probably fine.
Slowly and cautiously, Lauren made her way back to the table and finished her pancakes. They were still alright.
“You alright, Laurie?” said Tya, looking over her shoulder as she deftly flipped a pancake. “You look a little pale. You sleep okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, but thanks for asking. I think I just need to get out for a bit, clear my head.”
“Sounds good to me. I remembered to put gas in your car!”
As Lauren grabbed her keys and made her way outside, her head was buzzing. She considered herself a rational human being, but for reasons unknown, she was absolutely certain that what had happened this morning… actually happened. She knew it as certainly as she knew her own name.
So what did that mean? What did any of this mean?
This was not a question that she could answer uncaffeinated.
~*~
There was a little coffee shop not too far from Lauren’s apartment building, right on the edge of the local park, and it was one of Lauren’s favorite places to unwind. But right now, not even a good cappuccino was doing the trick.
Something strange had happened this morning. No, that wasn’t quite right. Something strange had happened last night, when an intrusive thought had snuck into her head. And then… she’d imagined something impossible happened, and then it happened. And Tya had been going about her business like being a dark elf was the most normal thing in the world. What did that mean?
A quick scan of the news feed on her phone quickly proved that she hadn’t slipped into an alternate timeline or something like that. So it meant that… what?
She had no idea what to make of it, and the worst part was, she couldn’t even tell anyone about it. They would think she was crazy. She thought she was crazy!
She was jolted out of her reverie when her chair was sharply jostled.
“Oh! Excuse me, I’m sorry!”
She looked up and saw the source of her momentary discomfort. A tall olive-skinned woman was leaning on the fence, catching her breath. She was dressed in leggings and a crop top, and by the looks of things, she’d been on a jog. And from where Lauren was sitting, she was eye-to-eye with the woman’s tight six-pack.
“Someone dropped a coffee cup on the ground and I nearly slipped on it,” she said, looking down. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t spill your drink or anything?”
“No, it’s fine,” said Lauren, feeling herself blush a little bit. “I’m okay.”
The woman straightened up and gave her a thumbs up before making her way into the coffee shop proper, and Lauren watched her through the clear door. She wasn’t half-bad looking, as far as people went. But as was usual the case, she just wished that there was more of her.
What if you could make it happen?
The phrase echoed in Lauren’s mind, and she tried to shake it off. But she couldn’t. She kept repeating it to herself, over and over again.
It was impossible, right?
As impossible as, say, a dark elf making her breakfast?
Lauren narrowed her eyes, looking at the jogger as she was staring up at the menu with a pensive look on her face. And she thought to herself…
What if there was more of her?
A puzzled look went over the jogger’s face. Then she mouthed the words “excuse me” and she began to yawn and stretch, and as she stretched… something happened. While she stretched, arms raised high over her head, she kept on stretching. Her whole body seemed to ripple for a moment as her muscles tensed up, the woman getting taller right in the middle of the coffee shop. But that wasn’t all that was happening. As her arms lifted up, Lauren could see something happening right beneath them, some sort of mark on her skin. And then, from that mark something started to emerge, and Lauren had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep herself silent. It was like something out of a particularly low-budget horror movie, as a pair of fleshy growths snaked out of the jogger’s body - though she did not seem to be experiencing any discomfort from it - growing longer and longer until finally, they seemed to solidify into the shape of… arms. An additional pair of arms, identical to the ones she’d had before. But as wild as that was, it wasn’t over yet. She went into a different sort of stretch, leaning forward into a great lunge, and Lauren could see her muscles flexing, and as she did so, they stayed flexed, as she put on what must have been an extra twenty pounds of muscle right before her eyes.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she looked back up at the menu, one hand on her chin and one arm folded across her chest, while the lower two were planted firmly on her hips. She seemed to have made up her mind, and the barista - who had been watching all of this occur with the same bored expression as always - brought her out an iced tea and a scone. And as the jogger turned around, satisfied with her purpose, Lauren could see that not only had she grown an extra pair of arms, so to had she sprouted two more breasts, and to top it all off, all four of them had blossomed out from the rather modest size they had been before to a rather voluptuous set of D-cups.
And nobody but Lauren seemed to notice. She couldn’t stop herself from staring as the jogger came out of the coffee shop. She had been about to walk past Lauren, but then hesitated.
“I’m sorry,” she said, offering her lower-right hand, and up close, Lauren could see that each hand had its nails painted a different color. “I didn’t get your name. I’m Zoe.”
“Um, Lauren.” She accepted the shake, and before she could stop herself added, “I like your arms.”
Zoe just laughed. “Thank you, I’m very proud of them!” She flexed all four of them, grinning ear to ear as she did so. “Arm day’s no joke when you’ve got twice as much work to do, I’m sure you can imagine!”
Lauren joined in the laugh, a bit nervously. “Shopping for shirts must be a little tricky too, huh?”
Zoe shrugged. “Shirts aren’t so bad, honestly. They’re pretty easy to modify. The real kick in the pants is bras. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to find a bra that fits? Now imagine having to buy two of them every time you do.’
Lauren felt herself blushing. She looked around the coffee shop, waiting for somebody else to notice the giant four-armed woman standing in their midst, but nothing was happening. They were just going about their routines like this sort of thing happened every day.
“So, you see something you like?”
That startled Lauren more than the actual changes. She looked up, and saw Zoe smirking at her in a way that was unmistakably suggestive. And Lauren was so taken aback that she told the truth.
“Several somethings, actually.”
“Well, I’m finished with my jog and I’ve got nothing else on my plate. Want to come back to my place for a bit?”
~*~
Lauren was sitting on the bed in Zoe’s apartment in her underwear, waiting for her to get out of the shower, wondering if this was really about to happen. The fact that she hadn’t had a casual fling since college didn’t especially bother her. The fact that she was about to have a casual fling with something that was straight out of her…
Well, she didn’t want to say her wildest fantasies, because her fantasies got pretty wild. But regardless, Zoe’s new form got her going in a way that no flesh-and-blood human being had ever done. Those powerful arms and bountiful breasts were dancing in her mind, and she couldn’t help but wonder what else she might potentially have more of…
Then the door to the bathroom opened up, and Zoe stood before Lauren, her muscles glistening, her quartet of heavy breasts on full display, and between her legs hung a pair of twitching dicks, side by side atop a single enormous nutsack.
Lauren nearly flooded her panties right then and there.
“Gonna come take a closer look?” said Zoe, hefting up a tit in each hand as she approached the bed. Lauren pounced on her as soon as she sat down. She’d never been this overcome with lust in her life. Soon, her hands were moving between Zoe’s breasts, squeezing and massaging each of them in turn.
“I’m always so sensitive after a good run,” she purred. “Don’t hold back. I want you to enjoy me.”
“I just wish I had more hands,” said Lauren, as she continued to tug and squeeze. Then she very quickly thought strike that, please, I’m good for now !
They felt good in her hands, but Lauren was unprepared for how amazing they would feel in her mouth. She began to kiss and lick her way down, swirling her tongue around each plump nipple, making sure not to neglect any of them. She continued kissing as she slid off the bed, planting a little smooch on each of Zoe’s abs, before she found herself planted between those thick, powerful thighs, face to face with her twin cocks, which were hard and ready. Lauren paused for a moment to admire them, inhaling deeply. Then she took one in each hand and began to stroke, alternating her motions, and Zoe began to moan.
“It feels so good having both of my dicks touched at once. Most people get a little intimidated and just start with one.”
“I’m not most people,” said Lauren with a wink. Then she opened wide and took Zoe’s left cock into her mouth while she stroked the right one even harder, and it was amazing, feeling the woman squirm under Lauren’s ministrations. And just when it felt like she couldn’t take anymore, Lauren switched her mouth to the other, keeping this up until she felt Zoe frantically patting her on the head.
“I can’t take this anymore, babe. I’ve gotta fuck you before I go insane.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” said Lauren, getting up. She very quickly divested herself of her bra and panties and plopped down on the bed with her legs apart.
“So how do you wanna do this?” said Zoe, taking a dick in each hand. “Should I just start with one? Or do you want me to put one in your pussy and one in your ass? I’ve got lube in the cabinet-”
“I want both of them in my pussy,” said Lauren, without skipping a beat. Zoe looked surprised, and to be fair, Lauren probably did too. Did she really just say that? Out loud?
“Oh, I love a girl who knows exactly what she wants.” Zoe grinned at her as she scooted closer, squeezing her cocks together as she prepared to push into her. Under most circumstances, it would have been a bit of a tight fit, but Lauren had a feeling that she was going to be just fine. And sure enough, as soon as she felt both of Zoe’s dicks enter her, there was only a token amount of discomfort as she stretched to accommodate him. As soon as Zoe began to move, Lauren felt nothing but pleasure.
“God, you’re so wet!” moaned Zoe, as she began to steadily pump her hips. “You’re taking me like a champ! You’re a real freak, aren’t you?”
Lauren felt her heart skip a beat. She’d always thought of herself as a bit of a freak, but this was the first time that she’d heard someone else say it. And she liked it.
“Damn right I am!” she said, as logic and reason vacated her body, leaving only raw animal lust. “Now show this freak what you can do!”
Zoe took a deep breath as she began to redouble her efforts, planting all four of her arms steadily as she began to pound Lauren’s pussy like it had never been pounded before. She felt so full. Even her biggest toys didn’t stretch her out like this, and it felt amazing. Looking up at Zoe as she rhythmically fucked her ignited something within her that she didn’t think she’d ever feel with a real person.
But there was always room for improvement, wasn’t there? This was just the tip of the iceberg.
“More! Give it to me! I need more of you!”
Zoe let out a throaty groan as she picked up her pace yet again, pressing Lauren into the bed so hard that she was bouncing, and maybe she was imagining things, but she could almost swear that Zoe’s cocks had gotten bigger inside of her. It was too much and it was too intense and it felt amazing. Zoe was so overwhelmed that she could feel her eyes unfocus, and it wasn’t long before she was positively screaming with pleasure. She could feel herself gripping Zoe tightly, not wanting to let her go, as Zoe’s cocks began to throb . Some tiny shred of rationality deep within her wanted to say something like pull out, but Lauren squashed that down.
More. Deeper. I want to feel all of this .
And Zoe’s groans turned into an inhuman bellow as she came, filling Lauren to the brim and beyond as she emptied those huge balls into her, rooting her cocks inside of Lauren’s pussy, firing spurt after spurt into her. Moments stretched out into an eternity as Lauren held on for dear life, riding out the most amazing orgasm that she had ever had in her life.
By the time the both of them were finally coming down, Lauren’s head was positively swimming, and she could feel Zoe’s powerful arms wrapping around her, holding her close.
“That was… good,” murmured Lauren, as she struggled to re-focus herself. “Really, really good.”
Her post-orgasmic haze began to clear, and as Zoe’s features once again came into focus, Lauren saw that she was… different. Her skin had shifted to a vibrant green, her hair had become a long, flowing mane of writhing tendrils, and she looked upon Lauren with a trio of golden slit-pupil eyes.
“Oh, we’re just getting started ,” she hissed, a long, serpentine tongue lashing out of her mouth and running across Lauren’s cheek. Lauren felt her heart skip a beat as the realization of everything that she had just done hit her like a bucket of ice water.
Too much! Bit too much! Can we dial it back a bit, please ?
~*~
Lauren sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping for breath. She looked around, trying to re-orient herself. She felt sore and stiff, like she had gone a bit too hard at the gym the day before, and her whole body felt vaguely clammy, the way it did when she neglected to shower after getting off. She tried her best to calm down and size up the situation.
“Okay. This is definitely my room, definitely my bed.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath. Then she began to laugh. That had been one hell of a dream. She laughed so hard that she fell back onto her pillow. She couldn’t believe that she’d actually thought it might have been real.
“No more weird porn before bed for you,” she said, wiping her eyes. “It’s not good for your-”
Her phone chimed, and she reached over to pick it up. She’d gotten a text message from an unknown number. There was a file attached to it. Curiously, she opened it up, and…
It was a selfie of Zoe. She had all of the usual human parts - two eyes, two arms, and so on - but it was unmistakably her. She was playfully winking at the camera and making a finger gun gesture. The attached message simply read “Call me~”
Lauren stared at the photo for quite some time.
It wasn’t a dream. Something had happened the day before. Something strange. Maybe it hadn’t quite played out exactly how she remembered it, but something had definitely happened.
What if you could make it happen?
Again and again, she turned the phrase over in her mind. She could make it happen. She had made it happen. And then, when it had gotten to be too overwhelming… it hadn’t happened. Maybe. It was still unclear.
However the prior day had just gone down, Lauren had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the end of it. She wasn’t sure how or why, but she could… make things happen.
And maybe the smart thing to do would be to push it out of her mind and leave well enough alone, but if she could make things happen, she knew that she would make things happen.
The only question was, what would she make happen next?