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The last candles were blown out, the neighbours waved each other goodbye, and Marie shut the door.
“You’re finally done?”
The disgruntled voice from her bedroom called out, Smoke had hidden away, he was even kind enough to keep the cats inside the room with him, but they happily ran down the stairs to the bed and trees in the living room once he had opened the door.
“Let the kids have some fun, Smoke, it’s just once a year.”
He mouthed the words when she still couldn’t see him do it, even if she did, she’d just look at him with her big, stupid deer eyes, blink a few times and just go about her business.
Sometimes he wondered what really went on in that empty skull of hers.
What really went down in that entire body.
“Hm…”
“What have you been up to, the whole time I was busy, hm?”
She looked cute in that little witch outfit.
Not nearly as revealing as it could have been, if it were, he would have stood and watched the show.
Marie was hot - he told himself it was one of the reasons he did keep her so close, the moment he’d let loose someone else might snatch her.
Ignoring the creature comforts and funny gut feelings she gave him sometimes.
Along with that burning hot anger that made him want to snap her neck on the regular.
But there she was.
Kid and neighbourhood friendly witch.
Just to remind him why he was sitting on her bed now. She was way too kind, way too human.
She didn’t even do it for social currency, she was genuinely being kind.
Whatever that meant.
Marie got out of her costume and sighed, “So? What have you been doing?”
“Reading this strange old book that you’ve been hiding under your bed.”
Suddenly, Marie tensed up. She never really got mad at him, but he could see the rage boil up.
Why did she care so much about some stupid old book anyway?
But the anger was only etched into her features until she noticed which book he was talking about.
“Oh…? That’s… not mine.”
Maybe she had just forgotten about it?
It was an old book, bound in some strange material, it… looked like something occult.
If one was inclined to believe these things, and he knew that Marie was, good little Catholic Marie.
How good she really was, was up to debate, the more he suggested that she should jerk him off with a rosary, the longer she seemed to seriously consider it.
But this was different, he stared down in the book and hummed softly.
If he’d ruin her hardwood floors, she might kill him for real.
So they could not try to summon a demon, they already had Cujo, close enough to a hellhound really.
But there was a spell that was more easily cast and if it worked…
Smoke felt himself tremble with anticipation, Marie was wearing nothing but her underwear now, taking off her makeup in front of the big mirror in the bathroom.
“Marie, my darling, come over here, I need you for a second.”
It was almost too funny, watching her little eyes squint into thin lines, but if she were a cat, he knew that her little tail would stand up as she approached him.
“What do you want…”
“Come sit down on the bed with me and give me your hand.”
She never said no to it, he just needed to open his to her, and she’d place hers inside.
How small it was…
For a few moments, he silently contemplated his plans, but he really had no interest in turning back now.
He quietly muttered the spell, read it off the page, he could feel Marie try to pull back, but he gripped her tighter, unable to stop himself from reciting the words.
The world around him began to blur, like someone held a lens up against the light, the flare reflecting in the corner of his eyes.
Then it faded into static, loud, whiteness.
Moments passed, nothing had changed.
Two lifeless bodies were slumped against each other, still holding hands.
“... Smoke?”
Strange.
That wasn’t her voice, but she knew she was the one saying the words.
“Are you okay?”
Did he ask her what she wanted to know?
When she lifted her head, Marie found herself staring back at her.
“No way.”
It was her own voice, coming out of her own body, but the intonation was off it was…
“Smoke, what did you do -”
Out of reflex, she reached out, grabbed his (?) shoulders.
But if someone else had watched the scene, they would have seen Smoke grab Marie’s shoulders in cold shock.
“I just tried this… spell? In the book, a body swap -”
“You swapped our bodies -”
A large grin formed on Marie’s face, “And it fucking worked, isn’t that amazing?!”
“... no it’s not… you’ve got me into so much trouble, I didn’t know that this is actually an OOP -”
Was there something he didn’t know?
“... never mind that … can you… undo this?”
What a reaction to just finding out that he had magical powers.
“No, I think I want to stay like this.”
Slowly, the mouth on Smoke's face fell open in disbelief. Marie wanted to protest, but she knew Smoke, she knew why he wanted to stay like this.
“It’s a bit strange,” he giggled, it sounded sweeter in her voice, “Your hands are so small but when they’re… mine… I can’t really tell? It almost feels like being in a video game.”
Watching his own body take her posture, his own features soften because it was her mind controlling every muscle. It felt strange, this was his body, but it was also hers. Just like her body was now fully his. It already was to begin with - but it felt like it even more so now.
What did Marie see when looking at her own body being controlled by someone else?
“Hey, stop that -”
She watched in abject horror as Smoke let his hands slip into her panties.
Funny. Even in his voice, her words were squeaked.
“Well make me -”, the words were breathy, “Jesus you’re already wet, did you think about me a little too hard?”
Fuck.
The feeling was even better than what he remembered from his dream.
This was the real thing.
His pussy.
In every sense of the word.
He felt his breath hitch when he hit just the right spot, “Fuck… Marie, you never told me that it feels this fucking good.”
There was an expression of horror on her face, but at the same time she couldn’t stop him from doing as he pleased.
Especially not when she slowly opened her legs, watching the bulge between them grow.
“S-Stop please -”
“Aww, baby’s first boner?”
Of course, it was. He was acting as if he knew any better what was happening to them, but he really didn’t.
Touching her was easy when he was the one in control over his own body.
This was different, but for some reason the thought of him touching her body with her own hands and feeling it made him so horny he felt his head spin.
Hearing her moan but knowing it was himself experiencing the pleasure gave him a rush he hadn’t felt in forever.
How the hell was he supposed to explain this to Cujo? Well, he probably wouldn’t at all, maybe he was really just dreaming again, but this felt too real… her reaction was too strange to be a dream.
Slowly, he felt her small fingers slip inside his pussy. Oh. No wonder she liked their hands better.
“Your hands are way too small for this,” he giggled almost manically, if she tried to finger him he’d slap her hand away.
Much to her benefit, she was just watching him, slowly backing into the headboard, not to create distance but to get a better view.
“God, you’re a disgusting little narcissist, aren’t you?”
Rich coming from him, of all people, but he enjoyed watching the confusion on his own face.
It was so strange to watch her emotions on his own features, was that what he would look like if he was just a little more human?
He knew his little cat well.
She was just as rotten as them, but there were parts to her that still set her apart from them. Parts he might just be able to crush between his fingers one day, but for now he found a strange fascination in watching himself look so much more human than he’d ever be.
“Take the mask off.”
Her eyes widened, she lifted his hands, and they were shaking, “N-No? W-Why -”
“Come on, I know what my own face looks like and there are no mirrors in here. I want to look at myself.”
“B-But what if C-Cujo -”
Smoke rolled his eyes and sighed, “I don’t fucking care if he breaks down this fucking door in the next five minutes, do you really think he can just sneak up on us like that?”
He probably could, but there was no reason to, so he watched her take his mask off with shaking hands.
Fuck.
This look of innocent, helpless confusion on his own face only made him rub her clit harder.
“Look at you, poor little thing,” it was fun taunting her in her own voice, she looked so helpless and lost in a body that was way too big for her.
“Smoke, I don’t like this -”
The large dark spot on his pants were enough to clarify what exactly, this was.
“Ssshh… Marie… Be good, yeah? I promise I’ll make you feel so good, I’ll ride your useless cock until you come inside me, but just… let me have this, yeah? Just enjoy the show, baby.”
How well she listened.
“Good girl.”
It felt strange to put so much effort into finding her g-spot, but when he finally did, he couldn’t help himself but ride her short fingers harder.
“F-Fuck, that’s better than -”
A lot of things he could think of.
He wanted to see what kind of expression she was making with his face, but he felt his eyes flutter, roll back while he almost fucked himself into a climax.
But before he could get too close, he pulled her hand back and shoved it into the face that used to be his own just a few moments ago.
Marie looked confused, but she knew what to do.
Smoke watched her obediently open his mouth, lick her wet fingers clean.
“You know if I still had my dick, I’d breed your tight little pussy just about now.”
But she would have to put in all the work. What a shame.
Once Marie was done, he pulled her hand back and let it slip back between his legs.
Her legs?
God, it was getting so muddled and confusing, and he loved it.
Sometimes Cujo made offhand remarks about how they were similar, and he didn’t necessarily mean in the sense of them being irritating.
Whatever riddle they posed to each other, there were moments of cold, hard realisation in which there was no denying that they could see parts of each other in each other that they never wanted to acknowledge.
The parts they knew were missing in themselves.
Whatever he felt nothing off, she felt too much.
Whatever she didn’t want to feel, he couldn’t even put a name on, because he never experienced things like that.
Did he think he could feel them if he was just inside her body? It was her body, but his mind.
And she still seemed to feel everything as intensely as she always did.
Looking at him, so helpless while he made her body orgasm, and she couldn’t even feel it.
But now he finally understood why she was so fucking loud all the time.
It felt amazing, but it felt like something was missing from all of this, he felt the muscles inside his pussy clench and grasp around nothing.
He began to wonder what it felt like when his walls would tighten around his own dick while Marie fucked him with it.
But there were other things he wanted to try first, once his first orgasm in her body had stopped, only leaving him with a warm, ecstatic feeling of afterglow, he let her body fall back on the bed and took her soaking wet panties off.
“Remind me to take them back to base with me when we figured out how to get our bodies back.”
When. If.
God.
He could not continue living in her body like this - mostly because of her annoying friends and family.
The cats, he didn’t even mind as much any more, but he’d probably have to deal with Cujo using him like a fleshlight.
Then again, that thought was not the worst.
She was so much smaller and lighter than both of them, Cujo could probably just pick him up like this and ram him down on his cock until it hurt.
Something for the list of things for if and when he’d ever get to fuck Cujo while inside Marie’s body.
Smoke opened her legs once he could tear himself away from the fantasy, “Come on, you know what to do.”
In all honesty, Smoke had expected her to be a little more shy, a little reserved. Giving him the whole Catholic stick about, No I cannot do that, that is my own body.
But there he was, feeling her pull him closer with a force he didn’t expect, feeling his tongue press down on her abused clit, all while the feeling of his own fingers digging into her thighs made electric shock waves run through his entire body.
Usually he didn’t enjoy oral too much, even when Marie swallowed his whole cock like the greedy little whore she was, but this was different?
She was a lot more sensitive, and Marie had skills he didn’t even know of. How could he? He didn’t have a pussy. Usually.
But now he could feel everything.
The way his own breath must feel like when he breathed against her bare skin, inhaling the scent of body while his tongue worked away on her swollen clit.
He was already sensitive from just using his hands, but the way she used the tip of his tongue to tease his clit, the way his teeth closed around it while Marie began sucking on it.
Feeling his own, much larger fingers tease her aching entrance, it was all too much.
Why the fuck was he crying - ?
“Does it feel good?”
Fuck.
He should kick that shit eating grin right off his face.
For a moment he felt like he was actually looking back at himself, the way that Marie managed to grin at him, this strange feeling of triumph, superiority, it was something he had never seen on her own face, but something about his features changed the way it looked now.
“Fuck you -”
Shit. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, it was all too much but not enough at the same time.
“Use your stupid fucking mouth for something useful you cunt,” grabbing his own hair with her small hands felt strange.
It was something she’d probably never do, not with this much force anyway.
But he could feel her growl against his pussy, sending a little shockwave through his body.
Marie pulled back, spreading his labia before pushing his tongue inside his pussy.
“Fuck -”
So it did feel good.
He hated to admit how much he loved this, it was way better than getting his dick sucked, for some reason this felt way more intense.
For a moment he hated himself for wanting to beg her to suck on his clit again like she had done before, he wouldn’t give that stupid bitch the satisfaction of letting her know just how much he enjoyed this.
He was probably giving away too much already, he could hear Marie’s voice crack and break, but he knew that it was him who made these sounds.
She pulled back, fully, grabbing her own hair, grinning at him while he could watch his lips glisten, “Who would have thought that you enjoy getting your pretty little pussy ate that much.”
“Very funny, Сука.”
“Мудак.”
Before he could even find the time to respond, he felt her kiss him.
It was strange.
He was used to the feeling of her lips on his own, but now he found out what it felt like when he kissed her.
Couldn’t blame her for always hanging on his lips like she did, it was nice, for a brief moment he was angry at her for pulling away so fast, but once she settled between his legs again he breathed a sigh of relief.
She should put his tongue to better use than breathing insults against her mouth.
Not that it wasn’t a little funny.
He liked it when his little cat puffed up, tried to be rebellious.
He let her.
It was like giving her little treats, it was as much as he’d ever allow her and if she got too full of herself he’d remind her of who was in charge.
Simple as that.
But for now he’d let her do whatever she wanted, she ate him out way too good to be mad.
She clawed away at his thighs like a starving man grabbed the first food he was served in days, feeling her tongue and mouth latch onto him like it was salvation.
For a brief moment he had forgotten that she had been with women before, of course she knew how to eat pussy but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a change to actually be at the receiving end one day.
Smoke thrust his hips up against her mouth and she responded accordingly, sucking on him harder, before letting his tongue trail down from his swollen clit down to the entrance, teasing it for a few moments before moving back up.
That little bitch got used to his body way too quickly, already making good use of his hands, pushing his fingers inside his pussy, spreading him open and fingering while she softly moaned against his clit, sending shock waves through his crotch.
His eyes were still tearing up, the best he managed with a dick were two orgasms, so this was already pushing it, and he knew he wanted more than that.
He watched Marie come five times in a row once, he would lie if he said he wasn’t jealous.
Cujo had to push her off, only for her to ride a dildo until she was finally satisfied, Smoke cursed his flaccid dick at that moment almost as much as this horny bitch.
One day he’d figure out what her absolute breaking point was, the moment she’d cry for them to stop, but it felt like that day was still in the far away future.
For now, he focused on enjoy his second orgasm with a pussy as much as possible.
“F-Fuck, like that - like that -”
This time, he felt his walls close around his fingers, all while she still sucked on his swollen clit like her life depended on it.
For a moment, the world around him turned into nothing but hot, white static.
Only after a few moments of mindless bliss, he slowly came back to his senses, Marie leaned against the headboard, clearly strained from being edged for such an extended period of time, especially since it was her first time having a dick.
“... I promised you I would ride you,” he begrudgingly mumbled under his breath.
There was something almost endearing to watching himself look so utterly pathetic and helpless, he knew that he could never truly pull off looking this innocent, but for a moment he wished he could.
It would probably drive the old man insane, and it would make pushing Marie into doing whatever he wanted so much easier.
But there he was, maybe finally understanding why she always folded when he acted like a kitten someone had left outside in the rain.
Maybe there was some weird gene mutation in Marie that made her susceptible to him looking pathetic, and now he was somehow taken over by it.
Smoke sighed as he undressed his body, it looked almost comical, watching himself undress his body but doing everything while controlling Marie’s.
Her hands were so small, but he was used to the feeling of her touching him.
Holding his hand, linking arms, holding her while they danced, spotting for her, her spotting for him.
It felt like he could see everything the way she did now.
Short.
He felt very, very short.
And small.
“The last time I was this short, I was probably 12 years old,” he murmured under his breath.
Hearing himself laugh - genuinely - felt strange.
It was his voice, but nothing about it was him, it was all Marie.
For a moment he stopped and just looked at her before he pinched her nose.
“Заткинись,” but it was easier if he just made her.
Kissing his own body while being in someone else’s felt strange, as if his mind was slowly cracking and crumbling, but he loved it.
Marie looked dazed, he would probably never look this level of love drunk in his entire life, that was her thing, not his.
Even if he had to silently admit to himself that he would rather shoot his pets dead than to ever give them up again, it wasn’t the same feeling he could see on her face.
It would never be.
But seeing it felt … strangely good?
Not in the sense of, oh look at who I could have been if I wasn't like this, but there was nothing wrong with the way he was.
It was more of a feeling of having something nobody else would ever have.
Especially not Marie.
This was for him and for him alone.
“You fucking soaked my underwear,” it was a little funny that even when she wasn’t in her own body she had this problem.
“Don’t fucking act as if you’re not leaking pre-cum all over my sheets when you eat me out.”
Fair, she had a point, but still, he wouldn’t give her that, “You’re worse than a teenager who just jerked off for the first time.”
For a brief moment he could see something dark flash in his eyes, whatever reaction it set off in her body wasn’t something that he prompted. He never felt like this, this strange rush of adrenaline mixed with …? He had no idea what he felt, especially not when she grabbed his hips and near slammed him down into the mattress.
“I hope you know that you’re the one with the physical disadvantage now.”
Fuck.
She was right, even though he was shorter than Cujo, they could at least match up in strength.
Marie’s body was different.
She was strong, but she was small. She was still so much smaller and lighter than them.
Whatever she wanted to do to him while in his body, there was nothing that Smoke could do.
The thought made him dizzy, for a moment he felt heat rush through him, how would she react if he reminded her of that one day when everything almost came crashing down on them?
They never talked about it again, she was never mad at him but how about now?
Now that she had every physical advantage over him?
He wanted to know what it felt like, he was almost salivating at the thought -
So lost in it, he didn’t realise that she had already rammed his cock inside his pussy.
“MARIE!”
It wasn’t shock, it was anger.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU WAIT YOU USELESS BITCH -”
Way to ruin this moment for him.
“I waited long enough, you fucking dog, do you know how much my fucking dick hurts watching you get off and not getting to do anything myself? Shut that stupid fucking mouth and take my dick like the bitch you are.”
For a moment he froze, what in the world?
Why the hell did that send a shockwave through his pussy?
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Being degraded like the greedy little whore you are, good for nothing but get pumped full of cum.”
Fuck.
Being degraded like that was even better when he had a pussy that could painfully clench around a cock, only to confirm every word she spat out at him.
Smoke sighed, she was right, it felt good.
He wrapped her legs around his waist, Marie let him.
“Didn’t think you’d know how to fuck with a dick.”
“You’re forgetting all the times I used my strap on you.”
But this was different, this was so much different, “You should fuck my ass next time.”
Or maybe do it while Cujo fucked his pussy, God, Marie always asked for them at the same time.
He thought it was because she was so obsessed with them, but getting fucked like this actually felt amazing?
Maybe this crazy bitch had a point.
“I can make you feel ever better,” she breathed against his chest, biting down on one of his nipples, sucking on it while teasing the other.
“Oh my God -”
What in the world was that?
He already liked it when people played with his pecks, he loved the feeling of Cujo fucking them like he would with a girl’s tits, but actually having tits like this felt different.
Marie’s body was so much more sensitive than his own, way softer.
It reacted so strongly to even the softest touch, and Marie did everything in her power to not touch him softly.
She grabbed at her tits like a greedy child, sucked on her nipples like she was trying to breastfeed, all while fucking into Smoke’s pussy like she was desperate to pump a load of his cum inside her like she could get pregnant.
It was too much, it was way too much, but it was ecstatic.
Whatever restrained he was trying to hold onto to defend his pride, he slowly let go off.
“M-More - Marie please,” it felt way too good to hold onto a false sense of pride, he wanted to feel everything, he wanted it to be more intense.
Of course, he knew how and where to touch her, but he didn’t know what it felt like until now, suddenly it all made a lot more sense.
He felt her kiss his neck once she let go of his tits, biting his collarbone, he could feel her bite into an old scar that someone else had left there.
Rabid fucking dog. Of course, he had to mark his territory.
Then she kissed it and made him whimper.
“Why the fuck his your body so sensitive?”
“Ask me something I know,” she growled, digging her hands deep into his thighs, “Tell me why the fuck it feels so good when you clench around my dick.”
Her dick, huh?
Smoke felt her lips split into a shit eating grin, whatever Marie saw at that moment, she didn’t seem to like it.
Did she look at herself and see something less than human?
He knew that she had a strange fear, that she was secretly something so horrible that she was an outcast in the society she had wormed her way into.
There was a faint memory, almost dreamlike, back in the alps, she talked about an interview that she read once. One with the singer that sounded like herself.
Self-hatred is a God complex.
The words stuck with him.
Not because he could ever hate himself, but because she equated her self-hatred with something he felt himself.
It was strange how similar they were, but in vastly different ways.
So different, that they became the same.
Blending into each other so well, sometimes it was hard to find the lines where she began and he ended.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, котенок.”
It worked every time.
She was like a little kitten, he could just snap her little neck if he wanted but he didn’t.
Ruin something beautiful.
But he chose not to.
Instead, he felt himself use her little hands to softly trace his own muscles.
Maybe he finally got why the two idiots were so obsessed with him, he was fucking hot.
Touching himself felt so different when it weren’t his own hands tracing every line his muscles formed under his skin.
It was addictive, he never would and never could get used to the feeling because he didn’t want to be.
He wanted more of it, feel it as intensely as it felt the first time.
“You’re a pretty good fuck,” giving her compliments like that in her own voice felt strange.
She never said things like that to him after all, but he felt generous.
“Yeah? I can make you feel even better.”
The moment she pulled back, Smoke wanted to protest.
He cussed her out in Russian, even if only under his breath, he didn’t know how much of what he said she really understood.
Marie flipped him over, and he continued to bitch and moan until she softly squeezed his ass.
“Hey - don’t fuck me in the ass,” why the hell was he so concerned about that?
“If you want to act like a bitch, you’ll get fucked like a bitch.”
Oh?
Fully focused, he finally felt what it was like when a hard dick slid into his soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my God - yes…”
She wasn’t kidding about his dick having the perfect size for her, it wasn’t too big, it was just right.
Fucking him from behind let her hit just all right spots, the fact that her voice suddenly picked up more was enough for him to know she was enjoying herself more too.
He’d let her.
Just this once.
A large hand landed on his buttock and he squealed in surprise, feeling his walls tighten around his cock.
“D-Do that again -”
Shit, she should tease him, make him suffer, but it felt so good she couldn’t help herself, Marie slapped him and groaned when she felt him squeeze her dick again.
Almost unceremoniously, she grabbed her own hair and pulled her own head back, Smoke felt himself moan louder in the process.
“That’s what I want to hear, yeah, you love it when I fuck you like that,” she was really blooming into her role, huh? Gone was sweet little Marie.
It felt like whatever part of himself he saw reflected in her really came to life when she was in control over his body.
“Yes, fuck - it feels so good, don’t stop,” he wanted to let his hand slip between his legs, rub his clit so he could come but he felt Marie hold his wrists down with one hand.
“Ah, ah, not so fast -”
“Fuck you.”
“Well -”
Oh God. Of course she had to be a fucking smart ass.
“Just fuck me, you stupid cunt.”
Three hard thrusts made him almost sing his praises for her before she pulled out.
“What the fuck - why did you stop?”
“You’re being way too bratty, I can finish without you, you know?”
She sat up against the headboard, stroking her painfully hard cock.
“What the fuck no -”
Great, when he was complaining he did sound like her, not just because he was using her voice, but because the intonation matched up too.
“Well then fucking work for your orgasm.”
Stupid bitch.
He’d get back at her for it.
“You look so cute when you’re pouting with my face.”
Well, and she looked fucking stupid, looking at him with so much love and affection.
It didn’t suit his face. He looked uncanny like this.
But still, he was drawn to it, he couldn’t help but sink down on her cock again, the fake nails she had glued on for the night digging into his shoulders, luring a deep, throaty growl out of Marie.
Shit.
It made his pussy squeeze around her cock again, smug satisfaction was written all over her face, making Smoke wish that she was still wearing that fucking mask.
Smoke slowly rolled his hips, fingers still dug deep into her shoulders, never once breaking eye contact.
“There you go baby… that’s it… good girl.”
What the fuck - he knew that he wasn’t one, in every way - neither good nor a girl - but it made him whimper.
If he’d call her daddy, he might as well bite his fucking tongue off.
But it was getting increasingly hard to restist the urge, he felt Marie grab his buttocks, moving her hips like it was nothing, kissing his neck, collarbone and chest, sucking on his tits while never once breaking eye contact.
It was ecstatic.
It felt like he was fucking himself, but at the same time he was in full control over Marie’s body, he could do whatever he pleased with it. It was fully his.
There was no coming down from it.
She was his.
Whether she liked it or not.
Knowing Cujo, even if he understood the mechanism behind whatever they had done to make this work, he’d never do it himself, so this was again something that was just for him.
If he managed to recreate it after they’d find a way to swap back he could use her whenever he’d like to.
Fuck himself in ways he could only dream of before.
He yelped as Marie held him closer, “Not so tight -”
But it was nice.
Was that what it felt like when he held her? His body was surprisingly soft.
“You’re the worst,” he murmured, almost in mild defeat, he was too exhausted to fight back against her antics.
She was like an overly affectionate cat but he even then, nothing was ever enough for him and his massive ego.
“S-Smoke I’m close-”
Oh?
Small hands cupped his own face, he squeezed it, “Don’t stop looking at me -”
He wanted to see what it looked like when he came, “Come on, be good for me now, come for daddy.”
She was so easy.
Marie whimpered and moaned while her cock twitched inside Smoke who couldn’t hold back his third orgasm in a row.
Nobody could have prepared him just how good a cream pie felt inside a pussy.
For a few moments, they held each other, trying to make sense of what just happened, what they held felt, but Marie softly lifted him up when she felt her dick slowly soften.
“Put the mask back on,” Smoke murmured, he didn’t really want to look at this stupid puppy expression on his own face any more.
Just in time, it seemed.
“You two can’t ever wait -”
Cujo stopped in his tracks, he didn’t look surprised, but he took his time to assess the scene before him.
He looked straight over Marie’s head, at Smoke, before speaking, “Marie, what’s going on here?”
There was no question as to why he knew.
He knew them.
Probably better than anyone else knew them. All the subtle changes in their posture, their expressions, the way they looked at him the moment he stepped into the room.
He would never tell them, but he would know them even if he couldn’t see them, he knew them by the way they drew their breaths.
Which only made this situation worse.
“I-I… can’t… my - Smoke found an OOP and … I think he’s a parautalitarian?”
Wait, was Cujo in on this stuff too?
All Cujo did was look at Marie - more so Smoke in Marie’s body - opening his mouth as if he wanted to tell him to better watch what he was doing, but that would only be a challenge.
So he swallowed the words, hoping that Smoke had enough common sense not to cause the end of the world just because he suddenly had a pussy.
“What the hell were you doing with an OOP anyway? Didn’t you report back to him?”
“I had no idea -”
“Okay, okay, enough of this oops shit,” Smoke rolled his eyes, “I don’t care about your oops business, what I want…”
He slipped off the bed and walked over to Cujo, wrapping his arms around his hips like Marie usually did, trying to mimic her tone, “I need you to fuck me daddy, please, I’m -”
Oh, shit.
He didn’t expect Cujo to choke him this quickly, but it made his pussy clench, no wonder Marie was into that shit.
“Use your own fucking voice, asshole,” oh did he not like it when he made fun of their little kitten? “This shit is already confusing enough as is.”
For a moment he met Marie’s eyes, “We’ll handle this later.”
For now?
Fuck. He would be a liar if he said this wasn’t some shit he dreamed up in some horny fantasy once.
Whatever he felt about these two was different and the same, but in strange dreams, this stuff mixed, they were too similar in some expects.
Suddenly they were one person.
Wasn’t it just the thing he was holding right now?
Marie, staring at him with these cold, sharp eyes, her lips curled into a grin that didn’t reach her eyes, her abused cunt dripping with cum.
But that wasn’t his Marie.
That one was sitting on the bed, making Smoke’s usually imposing form look so small.
He was holding Smoke by his throat, like a ticking time bomb.
“Come on, daddy, fuck me already.”
Yeah, that sounded more like Smoke trying to sound like Marie.
Fuck.
“You don’t have to do foreplay, Marie is pretty good at eating herself out,” Smoke giggled like a maniac, of course he would tell Cujo about the crazy shit they had done. Especially next time they fucked, make him real jealous that he wasn’t there to watch them.
Cujo sighed, “Should I even bother with getting you all the way over to the bed?”
No.
There were more fun things to do.
He heard Marie draw a sharp breath as she watched him almost slam her body into the ground, he exchanged an almost apologetic look with her, but this was Smoke under his hands.
He would never be that brutal with her, Lord knows why, but it was easy with Smoke. That’s just how they were. Even if that wasn’t his body.
There was no reason to complain about getting fucked from behind again, it felt good when Marie did it, but he was curious -
“What the fuck -”
His voice broke, he could tell that Cujo was grinning, it was that horrible, nasty grin.
“Yeah? How does that feel?”
“W-What the fuck is -”
Marie slipped off the bed and sat down on the ground in front of Smoke, covering the sight of his flaccid dick with a pillow, how mindful of her.
She leaned on her arms and watched him, almost like he was some kind of science experiment.
“What’s my cervix. Well … your cervix.”
He knew that Cujo was big, but he somehow was always under the impression that… it felt the same for Marie like it did for him?
He was almost too much, but he didn’t like to admit that.
Suddenly the one-foot height difference between them became so painfully apparent to him.
And that Cujo was usually a lot gentler with Marie.
But he knew that he couldn’t ask for that - no, he didn’t even want that.
Once he got used to the pain it made his mind feel fuzzy, he felt his mouth fall open as he tried to speak but only gibberish came out.
“Fuck, I think you mind broke him already,” Marie looked in his eyes and he wanted to slap her, but Cujo held him down as he fucked into him.
“He’s got less resolve than you then,” Cujo laughed without any humour in his voice, “Didn’t think she could take more than you, Smoke.”
“F-Fuck - mmmm…”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll fuck your pussy good,” they all knew that wasn’t want Smoke wanted to say but at the same time… at the same time that was exactly what he wanted.
He wanted Cujo to use him like he was nothing but breeding stock, do whatever fucked up fantasy he had cooked up in his head when his mind couldn’t decide which one he’d rather fuck.
Tears began freely flowing from his big, brown eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation.
What the fuck was happening to Marie’s body?
It responded differently to both of them.
But it felt like it had trained itself into reacting to both of them.
Everything felt so intense, whatever Marie’s brain boiled up in the pits of her stomach, it began to flood his entire system, his breath was hitching while he felt Cujo grab his hips with so much want he almost broke her skin.
“Fuck, you're already so well fucked, and yet you’re still squeezing my cock like that.”
“You just lost your virginity, and you’re already acting like this,” Marie shock her head and softly patted his head, “You poor thing, that’s no reason to cry.”
Fucking cunt, if he could have spoken he would have cussed her out, but instead he was crying, and he couldn’t stop.
He knew that it was just her body reacting naturally, but he never saw her cry? Not like this at least.
Maybe Cujo wasn’t entirely wrong, after three years she was just so used to taking Cujo’s cock inside just about every fucking opening of her body that he could fuck without killing her, so she didn’t have to react like this.
But to him, it was new.
The thought of this really just being him losing his virginity began to flood his mind, making him feel hot, his pussy clenching harder around Cujo’s cock, even enough to lure a low moan out of him.
“The fuck are you thinking about -”
So her thoughts … his thoughts… could influence the way her pussy responded?
He was almost jealous.
“J-Just fuck me, you … fucking… Dog…”
Cujo leaned down, there was something so cold in his eyes, his voice, it made Smoke whimper as he felt himself drip on the floor, “You wouldn’t want me to fuck you like a dog, you’re already crying from taking my cock as is.”
Not that he was wrong, but Smoke began something rising in his chest, this fucking feeling he got when he felt like he needed to be defiant, who the fuck did they think they were, talking down to him like that?
But it felt so good, it made his mind so fucking fuzzy.
If he could have found the right words, he would have told them to piss on him when everything was over, just to hammer home what kind of desperate slut he turned into the moment he got a pussy.
It didn’t help that they both knew how to fuck him.
Cujo stopped pushing his cock right into Smoke’s cervix, instead, just hitting the space above, and it felt fucking divine.
Nothing he ever felt before compared to the feeling.
His face began to stick to the floor under him, tears and saliva had mixed into a cold puddle, but he didn’t mind.
He loved being humiliated like this, especially since he knew it wasn’t his body, this was Marie.
Cujo was violating Marie.
Precious little Marie.
Fuck.
“You greedy fucking whore,” of course, Cujo felt every time his walls began to tighten when one of those thoughts crossed his mind.
“Not my fault… dick… so good…”
“Don’t strain yourself,” the words were spoken so softly, but he felt his own hand dig into Marie’s hair, pulling her head up, their eyes met and there was a near maniacal grin on her face, “Let me help you.”
How the hell did her dick get hard again so fast?
Smoke wanted to protest, but he knew he couldn’t.
Fuck.
He had no idea what his own body smelled like to other people, but he could tell now, and Marie’s body responded to it.
What was that warmth in the pit of his stomach?
It made him cling to her hips, pull her closer, he wanted to feel it again.
Cujo pushed him back and forth, involuntarily forcing him to suck his own dick.
Fuck.
Getting spit roasted like this felt amazing.
“How does your first blowjob feel?”
“I get why you like being in my throat so much now.”
Ew.
Were they flirting?
He didn’t like the way she looked at Cujo with his fucking face.
Smoke pinched Marie’s ass and felt her thrust her hips harder against his face.
“You’re fucking insatiable.”
Well, she didn’t read his reaction right but feeling her grab her hair and forcing her cock down his throat harder was not unwelcome.
Marie would be so sore when she got her body back, and it wouldn’t be Smoke’s concern, he got to enjoy all this amazing sex without any repercussions.
So he made the best of it, taking his own cock down Marie’s throat, while rocking her hips against Cujo’s.
“Seems like he finally got used to the feeling of my dick in your pussy.”
Strange sentence, but Cujo had learned not to question any of this stuff.
It had only been a matter of time before Smoke would blow their cover, but the fact that he got something out of it, maybe, meant that they could continue work as usual.
As long as he got to play his stupid little game, that was.
“Slap his ass, he likes that,” Marie grabbed his hair harder and pushed his face deeper into her lap.
“I think that’s the problem, you do what he likes, I would like to avoid that.”
Marie chuckled at the sound of Smoke’s protest around her cock, softly patting his head, “There, there, I can rub your clit if you want.”
It was almost comical, the way he wanted to pull back just so Marie would get to it, but she instinctively grabbed his hair harder and glared at him, “... after I finish.”
Fucking bitch.
Of course, that greedy cunt got addicted to the feeling of coming with his dick.
But she underestimated how good he was at sucking dick.
He hummed softly, using her little hands to fondle his balls, he knew which spot he liked to be touched at most, this was his dick after all.
But Marie didn’t know.
Sudden shock was written all over her face, she looked down, there was no stopping what she had started.
He would make her come whether she liked it or not, and she would have to make good on her promise to him.
Marie was slowly edging closer, apparently much to Cujo’s dismay, as Smoke suddenly felt him slap his ass.
Fuck.
He didn’t want to come just yet - he wanted to feel Marie rub his clit while he came on Cujo’s cock he didn’t want to come like this he needed to focus -
“Oh you’re getting so fucking tight, don’t you want to come, baby?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Marie’s body responded in ways it shouldn’t, of course that stupid whore was trained to come whenever he told her to.
… she was trained to come whenever he told her too…
Smoke felt the sudden pressure in his throat, swallowing around the unexpected load of cum.
Shit.
Well, it seemed like his plan backfired.
Marie begrudgingly pulled back, panting.
“M-Make good… on your promise…”
She had to.
So she pushed him up by his shoulders, pushing him into Cujo’s chest, he held him back by his tiny arms as Marie settled in front of him.
“You really want to come that bad, huh?”
“Y-Yeah.”
He wanted them both to work fucking hard to make him come, but he knew that three orgasms was already pushing it, four was insane.
“You’ve been so good, pretty fucking eager for someone who just got his pussy today,” he was dripping wet, his clit painfully swollen.
Marie knew how to touch it too, it was her own after all.
This time, the eye contact felt like way too much.
Smoke could feel how swollen her eyes were from crying, how red her face as from being utterly abused, her body was exhausted, but they kept pushing it.
“Shhh… come on, you did so well until now.”
He didn’t like the sharp, mocking tone in her voice, but there was no way to stop them.
Cujo was just moving his hips like it was the most natural thing in the world, to him it probably was, that stupid fucking dog fucked himself into a rut and that stupid bitch didn’t help.
Especially not when she rubbed his clit in those soft, slow, circular motions. Teasing it before pressing down, whispering sweet nothing's in his mother tongue in his ear.
Damn, he really sounded that hot?
He should try that shit on Cujo sometime, but it would be wasted on him, the fucker wouldn’t even get what he was saying.
Or maybe that was the fun of it all.
He would have never thought that being called a sweet little kitten in Russian would be the thing that pushed him over the edge, but Smoke watched Marie’s eyes widen in astonishment as he squirted all over her hand and arm as he came.
His head began to spin, the white lights returning and he wanted it to stop, he knew what they meant - he didn’t want it to end, not before Cujo could finish inside him, he wanted to feel it so bad. Pretend that their disgusting little fantasy about Cujo fucking a baby into him could come true.
Thank God that stupid dog seemed to pick up on the urgency, violently fucking into him until he came.
Just in time before the world around Smoke turned into a blur of dancing lights.
...
“I don’t think he really understands the gravity of it, and neither do I, to be frank.”
Smoke felt strange, he was so sure Marie would be the one feeling sore, but it was him.
When he looked around, he found Marie and Cujo sitting on the bed, she was wearing Cujo’s shirt, he was only wearing boxers.
The book was gone.
“W-Where the fuck … did you assholes put the spell book…”
They exchanged quick glances, “Smoke… that wasn’t a spell book, magic isn’t real. That was an OOP… Object of Power, I… think… that’s all you have to know for now. Just… keep this between us, okay?”
His eyes hardened, why the fuck should he do them that favour? But then he remembered what he could do with these new-found powers, he just needed to learn how to control them.
“... what do I get out of it?”
“...”
Cujo’s eyes were fixed on Marie.
“You get to use my body, I guess. You know for what -”
Fair deal?
He wanted to know more about what just happened, but he knew that most of all, he wanted to repeat whatever they had just done.
Smoke grabbed Marie and pulled her into his arms, “Of course, Marie, my darling, my princess, my little air head -”
“You’re trying to switch bodies again, aren’t you -”
A single, dry slap from Cujo was enough to deter him for now.