Transformations: Tingles – The Hazards of Saving the Earth
The world of Transformations is one very much like our own, but in this reality, the Church of Morpheus, a shadowy, perverse organization has taken power in Cuba. Now, they are extending their tentacles of depravity into the rest of the world.
Their aim is simple: to control the world by driving humanity into specific roles, with a class of brainwashed whores to keep the masses entertained.
The church is devious, and it will stop at nothing to draw its victims into a world of mind-controlled lust and perversion.
Tingles are short vignettes telling different stories in the world of Transformations.
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Rita Gaia Blotchley bit her lip and hoped for the tenth time in an hour he would just get on with it. Kyle was a sweet, sensitive Sociology undergrad with a man-bun and kind eyes. He had over this past hour brought her within a hair's breadth of orgasm four times on her dorm room bed.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and they had spent the morning with the other students in Advanced Women's Studies discussing the Patriarchy and the evils of a Cisgender, misogynistic society based on penetration and subjugation of the feminine.
She had been immediately attracted to Kyle with his kind eyes and soft spoken manner. No alpha male dominance coming from him, no descent into man-splaining. And, his views were one hundred percent in sync with her own.
Rita had invited him back to her dorm room, and she had made it clear she wanted to have sex with him. Frankly, she had been impressed by her own forcefulness.
His submission made her feel powerful.
Unfortunately, there was precious little way for a woman to force a man to penetrate her, and, for over an hour, Kyle had kissed his way down her body from her lips (no tongue), to her nipples (gentle sucking, no biting), and finally to her pussy (licking only).
She had managed to coax him into actually licking her clitoris (he seemed unfamiliar with the territory), but he refused to use his fingers at all, and no amount of wiggling or verbal feedback (moaning and sighing) could guide him to at least lick inside her vagina.
It was like fucking a house cat.
"Kyle," she whispered.
"Mmph?" he mumbled from her muff.
"Could you use your fingers?" She whispered. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes preparing for that slow delicious penetration... that never came. Instead, she felt his mouth move away from her crotch.
She opened her eyes.
He was looking at her with those soulful eyes. "I mean, no. I really feel strongly about the evils of the male dominated society we're living in with it's culture of rape. I would like us to have a relationship based on non-penetration."
Rita nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, that is so evolved, really. But, umm, I mean... you're going to want to... I mean, your penis? You're going to want to... put it in me at some point?"
Kyle looked terrified. "No. No, I gave up on penetration before college. I truly believe in destroying the patriarchy, so my doctor prescribed a medication that makes me stay soft - no erection, no penetration."
She shut the door behind him as he left, thanking him for the half dozen almost orgasms he gave her and suggesting next time she should touch him as well.
When the door was safely shut, she slid down the doorframe and sat on the floor.
"Fuck," she whispered.
Ten seconds later she was on her back on the bed, legs flung wide, and bending her torso to dig in the nightstand drawer. She grabbed the lube and squirted a dollop onto her hand. She knew she should hold it in her hand for a few seconds to warm it, but then she figured: to hell with waiting.
She slathered the cold lube on her pussy lips and drew in a short breath.
Fuck! This shit is made of ice!
She thought.
Rita fidgeted for a moment, and then it began to warm up.
"Mmm, yeah." She slid the middle finger of her right hand gently over her clit and then penetrated herself. It didn't feel like she was embracing the Patriarchy as she slowly plunged her finger in and out, transferring the lube inside her pussy.
It felt like she was finally getting fucked.
With her free hand, she dug in the nightstand until she found the barrel of her trusty eight inch symbol of the penetration culture: her plastic vibrator.
She twisted the base and Bruce buzzed to life.
Bruce the vibrator had been with her a long time, which is why she had given him a name.
Bruce had no concerns about rape culture or feminism.
Bruce liked to fuck, which is why he was Rita's longest lived romantic attachment.
He liked her pussy. Truth be told, he had even been known to slip into her butt (with a condom, naturally) when she was feeling especially adventurous.
She held him up and smiled at his trembling magnificence.
And, then he stopped trembling. His teeth rattling buzz stopped.
Batteries? She had just put in fresh batteries the night before.
Frantically, she worked the cap to turn it off and back on.
She almost cried.
Bruce was dead.
Ithaca, NY, home of Ithaca University, had a lot of things to offer the student body: pizza, movies, Chinese take-out. Downtown, they even had establishments where you could buy Bruces.
And, there was no way Rita could show her face in one.
What if someone saw her walking into one of the sex stores? Here she was, majoring in Women's Studies and walking into a den of male dominance to buy a phallus.
So, instead, she drove her electric car ten miles outside town into the wasteland of Interstate truck stops where no one would know her. She parked in the lot of Stallion's Adult Novelties and Videos. A neon sign announced XXX Video Booths.
A handful of cars were parked in front of the cinder block structure.
She steeled her nerves and got out of the car. Her sneakers crunched through the white gravel.
She had tried to dress as unsexy as possible: baggy jeans, hemp sandals, and her Mecha-Girl Miyaki t-shirt. The anime character swung a lightning sword over her robot head, igniting a fireworks display of rainbows.
She hoped the bright colors would distract any of the perverts in the store from ogling her breasts.
The outside door opened into a foyer with a locked door and a sign that read: No Minors! No One Under 18 Admitted! Show ID in window to enter.
She pulled her driver's license out of her purse and held it up to the window.
A deep bass Bronx accent rumbled on the other side of the window. "Twenty? Like fuck you're twenty, beat it."
"No, no I really am twenty." She dug in her purse and pulled out her student ID. "See?"
He growled on the other side of the glass.
The door buzzed.
Rita opened it and stepped inside the bright interior.
Bruces. Bruces everywhere.
She was overwhelmed. There were long Bruces, short Bruces, thick Bruces, rubber Bruces, glass Bruces. It was a fucking Bruce convention.
"Video booths cost a dollar for five minutes. Machines take cash only, ones and fives. Lesbian porn starts on channel twenty-four. I'm obligated by law to tell youse there is no prostitution allowed in the video arcade. That said, you sell that ass in there, you owe us a cut, capiche?"
She turned and looked up into the chiseled face of the man who had challenged her at the window.
He wasn't a man so much as a mountain of flesh colored rubble. Muscles bulged in his chest and arms and his hands looked like they were carved from cured hams.
He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt.
A wife beater
, Rita thought. He looked like the kind of man who didn't discuss feminism on Saturday mornings.
His piercing black eyes made it plain he had no issues with penetration either.
"Ray, let her alone," a woman's voice called from a dildo rack. She was hanging rubber dildos on hangers in a sparkling rainbow of jelly colors. "She's not here for the video booths, are ya, sweetie?"
"Uh, no," Rita whispered. She moved quickly away from Ray and headed toward the smiling redhead stocking shelves.
Rita paused when she got a good look at her.
She was about five foot ten in spiky heels. The woman wore a white rubber mini-skirt that barely contained her big hips and ended about an inch below her crotch.
She was showing a mile of skin, and dozens of tattoos decorated her body.
None of them were the kind of tattoos you had as a student of Women's Studies.
Rita had a tiny tattoo of a pink butterfly on her right shoulder blade.
This woman was covered in pornography, most having her as the subject. Blow jobs, cunnilingus, orgies, straight sex, anal sex - her skin was an encyclopedia of smut.
She also had breasts the size of volleyballs, obviously fake, stuffed into a tight white rubber halter.
A gleaming silver inverted pentagram was attached to the neck of the top like a brooch.
She had a pretty face with a flourish of red freckles and smiling green eyes framed by blood red hair.
The woman turned and picked up another dildo to hang on the display.
The halter had an open back, and this is where the largest tattoo was visible across her shoulder blades.
It was a lesbian orgy scene with a depiction of the woman standing over a sea of feminine body parts and faces, all reaching up for her adoringly with their eyes rolled back in their heads.
Red flames filled the sky behind the revelers.
Black gothic letters spelled out: Sugar Tits, Corrupter of Minds.
The woman turned around and took Rita's hand before she could pull away. "I'm Sugar Tits."
Rita stared at the hand that gripped her own.
Sugar Tits tilted her head and smiled. "And you are?"
"Oh, I'm Rita." She was having a hard time thinking. The woman's green eyes were so pretty.
But, Rita wasn't attracted to girls at all.
Yes, you are
.
The words were in her head.
Of course, she was. She loved Sugar Tits' big boobs. And, all her pretty tattoos turned her on. She started staring at them in detail, her mind wandering as her eyes slowly rolled into her head.
She slept standing up.
Sugar Tits leaned forward and kissed her lips, sliding her tongue gently into Rita's mouth.
The unconscious girl returned the kiss.
When Sugar Tits finally pulled away, she whispered, "Such a good kisser." She rubbed Rita's hair. "Oh, I like this one, Ray."
The giant had left his counter and stood behind Rita. He ran a huge hand up Rita's side, but she was completely unaware.
Ray lifted the side of her t-shirt and mauled her right breast. "Respectable rack."
Sugar Tits unbuttoned Rita's jeans and eased her hand inside the girl's panties. "Mmm, clitty's all hard, and she's wet." She rubbed gently and Rita moaned. She pulled out her fingers and licked them clean. Sugar Tits giggled. "Girl cum and Astroglide. She's been busy today."
