These damn underwear again? Being a Shoggoth, a sort of Slime-type monster, as well as a Demon, I had a fair amount of control over my look. Not enough to look masculine, exactly, and that wasn't something I really aimed for anyway, but I could reshape myself without a lot of other limits, including my clothes. So why did I always end up wearing these same pink panties? I'd seen them on Faust, that is, an actual cloth version of them, years ago by accident, back when she was still Sally, and they'd gotten stuck in my memory, she hadn't been wearing anything else, and that'd… made an impression, but they were too lacy, too revealing, too… risqué, frankly, for my tastes.
So why…?
I took them off and set them aside, seeing as I found myself incapable of shifting them away, and replaced them with my standard plain flesh tone ones. Well, my flesh tone, anyway. Deep bluish-purple was technically a flesh tone. And it was sorta risqué too, a bit? I kinda looked naked like this, that was sexy, right? Justifying it like that helped solidify the change. It was easier to hold the shape without thinking about it when the reason could be finagled into something vaguely sexual.
I looked at the underwear again. I couldn't get the image of Sally wearing them out of my head. That was a memory I'd uh… spent a fair bit of time with over the years. Though lately I increasingly substituted her new form into old memories. Even childhood Sally had sharp teeth and light blue skin in my thoughts these days. It'd been too long since I'd seen her human, I guess. Should have had a picture done. Too late now.
That same memory slid back into my head again, Faust, looking like she did now, wearing those lacy, frilly panties… Lord. I hadn't had much sex lately. I'd lost control of myself a few times when my body grazed against something in the wrong spot, or happened to get a taste of someone else especially strongly, but I'd been trying to adjust to my new self and…
And I was really really horny.
I was still a little afraid to indulge, though. I knew that what had swept me away before wasn't really a factor anymore, although I'd fight anyone who said these girls and I weren't married, but remembering that haze still made me pause.
I took a deep breath, cuddling into my bed. That was one advantage to keeping this stupid furniture around, I guess. Hard to cuddle into yourself for comfort.
Focus, Lyle.
…This society couldn't function if everyone was a braindead fuck-junkie. You're afraid of something that isn't real, Lyle. It's propaganda. It couldn't even function if roughly half were drooling empty-headed sex slaves, and the other half had to care for and dote on them. You were an outlier, brought on by a bad situation, and over-reaching.
I shuddered, let the breath out, and inhaled again. I didn't need to breathe, but focusing on that now was the opposite of helpful. Blackberry is fine, happy, and lives a full life. She's not an animal. Amy is fine, happy, and lives a full life. She's not an animal. Faust is fine, happy, and live a full life. …A weird life, but a full one. Actually… Okay, she's dead, bad example. She, uh, dies a full death, though…?
Look, the point is, Lyle… uh I mean, me… er, self? …Lyle. The point is, you can be fine, happy, and live a full life too. You aren't an animal, either.
I let out the second breath.
"A-amy!?" I called, and my voice wavered, "Can you come in here?"
I heard her hooves clop-clopping across the floor, and she gently opened the door, sliding in before shutting it behind her.
"Lyle? Where-?" She said. "Oh, oh honey…"
I was shaking. Dammit.
I felt as her weight shifted the mattress, crawling across the large bed to reach me where I was curled up near the headboard. I opened an eye to look at her, not really knowing when I'd closed them.
"H-hey…" I choked out, a frail smile forcing its way onto my face.
Instead of responding, she finished closing the distance, lying parallel to me on the bed, eyes level with mine. She smiled at me, a small, warm expression, rather than a joyful one, and slowly reached her hand out to touch me.
I flinched.
"I'm sorry," I said, immediately, "I didn't mean-"
"Shhhh, Lyle, It's okay," she said, her smile not wavering as her hand withdrew, "talk to me?"
I nodded, taking a couple of breaths. She smelled nice, I loved her and it was silly to be afraid.
"I'm scared," I said, to start.
She nodded, waiting patiently.
"I'm scared of… myself. Of not being myself. Of losing myself like I did before. I know it won't happen again, but what if it does? I just… it feels wrong. My head feels wrong, like I'm… scrabbling to hold onto something I never wanted in the first place but I can't let go because it's all I know. I wish…"
I paused, trailing off, searching for what I meant in the sea of overwhelming words and phrases that all felt too trite to really capture it, as if words could never mean the things we felt for real, but we'd all agreed to pretend and now I couldn't anymore.
"It's okay, take your time," she said. "I know how it feels. I-I remember the fear."
I looked at her, curiously. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "I told you before that I was born human, right?" It was my turn to nod. Her voice was soft, gentle. It usually was, but this was almost a whisper. "I… didn't tell you I was one of the last to turn. One of the Mamono radicals tainted our milk supply with Extra Thick Holstaur milk. It starts to turn you instantly, women into Holstaurus, men into Incubi especially suited to them."
I started to uncurl myself, she needed me to listen to this.
"I was at the general store buying something last minute for breakfast for the family. I don't even remember what it was. Small farming towns like that, they run like clockwork, and by the time I was walking back, almost everyone else in town had had a sip. I ran to my house, desperate to warn my family, knowing deep down it was too late already but refusing to believe it. In the end, my own mother pinned me down and made me drink."
I leaned into her, nuzzling at her neck.
She laughed a little at my display. "It's okay, it doesn't bother me now. I struggled and I fought, I was terrified, but… for me it was over quick, and I thanked them for it only shortly after. I know how that sounds, but it's true. I've thought about it a lot since that day, and I think it boils down to this. Maybe… maybe it got inside my head, drove me mad, and made me unable to dislike what had happened… or maybe they were right."
She paused. "Maybe it really was that good, that I only had to try it to be completely convinced, that all the terror was for nothing. Maybe it's not sinister at all, and it's just that much better than everything else. Maybe it's a mix. Maybe there's not any meaningful difference between the two. All I know is, I'd have reacted the same either way, so it doesn't really matter which it was, which it is. Not to me. I'd be happy to help someone else the same way, if it came to that."
She wrapped her arms around me. It felt so nice.
"But I never forgot that fear. It was horrible. A dark blemish on an otherwise happy memory, tainting it forever. I know how you're feeling, Lyle. It gets better."
I kissed her neck. "Thank you."
She rubbed her cheek against the top of my head, her horn scraping mine, sending a thrill through me that brought me back to my own predicament.
"I just- I wish it could be like that for me. I wish it was over, that the fear was gone. I know what I want, what my body is screaming for, but I keep flinching away. I want to be brave, I want to be strong, but I wish I didn't have to. Why do I have to be different? Why couldn't I have been…? Why can't it be easy?"
"I don't know, sweetie," she said, holding me tight, "I don't know. I'm here, though. I'm here for you. I love you, and I'll love you whatever happens."
"Thanks, Amy, that means everything," I mumbled into her shoulder. "I'm… I'm just… I'm really really horny."
"I know, babe, I can, uh… smell you. I have a pretty good nose. Also, you're matting my fur a little." So I was. A little might honestly be an understatement. "Are you still scared?"
"Yeah. A lot. But… I want to do this, I need to. I don't want to keep putting it off, waiting until I lose control of myself and just… going on instinct."
"Mmmm…" she nodded. "We'll have to be quiet, unless we want to scare Charlotte."
I rocked my hips. "Yeah… I'm worried about that too. But we can talk about it later."
I met her eyes, and I saw that same hunger in her that I felt in me.
Fuck it feels good to be wanted.
I rubbed my chest against hers, my bra disappearing and my nipples catching against her sweater.
"A-aaah~" she moaned, "Lyle~"
"It's been a while since I milked you, hasn't it Amy?" I asked.
"Y-yeah… I'm f-f-fullllll," she whimpered.
"That's not good," I whispered, "have you been saving yourself for me?"
"Husband, husband, husband," she murmured.
"Take off your clothes, Amy." She all but ripped off her sweater, eagerly squirming to remove it while staying as close to me as possible, and once she free herself, started on her cow-printed bra.
"No," She looked at me, stricken, "let me."
I place my hand on her chest and her eyes rolled back in her head, her back arching as her hips rocked into mine.
"Lyle, Lyle, Lyle," she babbled, breathlessly, her hands working down to her skirt and panites both, but with much less precision than she'd had removing her sweater a moment a go, if just as eagerly.
I lovingly slid my hands under the fabric, pulling it up and away with the same motion that pressed my fingers more firmly into her tits.
Her hands stopped working at her clothes, halfway down her knees, and flew up to caress my own hands. Good enough. I didn't really have an amazing idea of how this worked exactly, between two ladies, but I figured with a tentacle or two, I could fudge it for now.
A bit of myself pooling behind her undid the clasp, and her bra pulled free. I flung it aside, pieces of me flowing up from my waist, questing towards her ass, her pussy, both at once, and the tendrils pierced her just as I kissed her on the mouth. My tongue slid around inside her mouth like jelly, and I had to fight the urge to press in deeper, take her completely, surround her and clean her all over. She hadn't signed up for that, I argued to myself. I'd talk to her about it later.
Milk began to leak from her, and I panicked at the thought of missing a drop, briefly losing cohesion, reforming again near-instantly, but with her legs entirely coated with myself, flowing through her fur, scouring for anything that had gotten caught up in it. It was a-amazing. The dirt, the grime, it was all horribly delicious, and I couldn't hold back from cleaning her every inch that I already held, though I managed to resist pulling her in further. All the while I continued to thrust and pulse inside her with the tentacles branching out into her body, deeper and deeper.
Yes… deeper. I didn't neglect her tits either, though, didn't forget her milk. My hands had opened up a little mouth each, like the ones I used to speak sometimes when I wasn't thinking, and they sucked at her breasts in tandem. Amy's efforts to fuck me back looked like nothing less than convulsions as she lost control of herself entirely under the ministrations of two of her husband's mouths at once, as well as the one already trying to kiss her senseless on her lips.
She came desperately, her hands pressing mine more firmly against her chest every moment, so much so that I had to work to keep them from collapsing into gooey bliss. She kept humping my tentacles, doing her best to milk me in return, although I couldn't satisfy her like that anymore. The feeling was almost the same, though, and I was barely holding it together. But I felt so empty. How could I cum like this? There was no way, it was impossible!
"Amy, Amy, please, my pussy, please~" She stared at me thoughtlessly for a moment before recognition entered her eyes, and, somewhat reluctantly, her hand trailed down my body, where my waist met the gooey mess that held her fast, and slipped her hand between my thighs. Her fingers quested up against the edges and I was so, so tense. The she slipped her fingers inside.
And the world sang.
