Fools Gold Ch 03 1

For one blissful moment between sleep and wakefulness, Tulio was himself again. Male, relatively dignified, and definitely not in possession of childbearing hips.

Then he rolled over.

"Oh right," she groaned as several bits of anatomy exhibited very not-masculine properties.

"Oh good, you're finally awake!"

Tulio cracked open one eye to find his own face grinning down at him with an expression he'd never worn in her life.

"Go away, Chel." Tulio pulled the silk sheet higher.

"Oh please, no need to hide," Chel laughed. "Those are my breasts, I know what they look like."

"The Chief certainly had good things to say about them at breakfast," Miguel offered helpfully from somewhere behind her.

Tulio bolted upright, then squeaked as the sheet slipped. "MIGUEL!"

"What?" He held up his hands defensively. "I'm just saying, he was very... enthusiastic in his appreciation. The whole city heard his, uh, enthusiasm. And, um, well, yours..."

"The WHOLE city?" Tulio's voice hit a pitch that shattered a priceless vase.

"Well, maybe the eastern district might have missed a few of the more colorful moments..." Miguel hedged.

"'YES CHIEF, SPLIT ME OPEN WITH YOUR--'," Chel added cheerfully.

"I DID NOT SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT!"

"Oh? Then what DID you say?" Chel's smile was pure evil.

"I... um... you..." Tulio spluttered, clutching the sheet like a shield.

"I've got it!" Miguel chimed in. "Ahem: 'Please Chief, I need your massive chiefly cock, I'm just a helpless little temple dancer, use me like the sacred vessel I am--'"

"THAT'S IT!" Tulio leaped up, modesty forgotten in favor of murder.

Unfortunately, gravity and silk sheets rarely take the side of justice. Tulio's foot caught in the fabric, sending her tumbling to the floor in a heap of flailing limbs and bouncing flesh.

Miguel and Chel exchanged a look.

"So," Chel said conversationally as Tulio struggled to right himself, "I guess the rumors about the Chief's 'scepter' were true?"

"Are you referring to his ceremonial cervix crusher?" Miguel vaulted over a table as Tulio lunged for him.

"I was thinking of his tribal battering ram," Chel adjusted her headdress in the mirror, unconcerned by the shrieks of rage behind her.

"Ah, the blessed breeding pole!" Miguel narrowly avoided death by decorative vase.

"His mighty monument to manhood..."

"I'LL MONUMENT YOU!"

"I think what our little lovebird is trying to say," Chel interjected as Tulio chased Miguel around the room, "is that the Chief's equipment was a bit... overwhelming for a delicate flower such as herself."

"I AM NOT A DELICATE FLOWER!"

"Of course not, darling. You're a sturdy, well-plowed field now."

Tulio made a sound like a boiling teakettle and launched himself at Chel, who sidestepped neatly.

"Temper! Is that any way for a sacred vessel to behave?"

"Someone's grumpy this morning." Miguel leaned down to pat Tulio's head condescendingly while she was in a heap on the ground. "Is this one of those lady moods?"

Tulio lunged, but was hampered by the sheet, her hair, and the fact that certain parts of her were still quite sore from the previous night's activities. She settled for an inarticulate howl of rage.

"We should probably get some food in her before the homicidal urges set in," Chel diagnosed.

"Oh, I think the Chief took care of that," Miguel said cheerfully. "From what I heard, he gave her quite the protein shake--"

The scream that followed caused birds to take flight from the trees in the distant jungle. Altivo, grazing peacefully in the courtyard, raised his head and then, deciding that he wanted no part of whatever nonsense the humans were up to now, went back to his breakfast.

"I DIDN'T WANT TO DO ANY OF IT!" Tulio's voice was hoarse from shrieking, but that didn't stop her. "HE WAS JUST SO BIG AND IT WAS ALL HAPPENING SO FAST--"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Chel held up her hands. "Take a deep breath. Start from the beginning."

Tulio glared at her, chest heaving. But she did take a breath.

"The beginning," she said through gritted teeth, "was when this conniving backstabber of an IDIOTIC SLUT--" she jabbed a finger at Chel, "--offered me up like a sacrificial lamb!"

"Hey now, let's not be dramatic--"

"--AND I TRIED TO SAY NO BUT HE JUST KEPT GOING AND IT FELT SO WEIRD BUT ALSO KIND OF GOOD AND I HATED IT BUT MY BODY LIKED IT AND--"

"Should we... stop her?" Miguel asked uncertainly.

"BECAUSE IT'S NOT LIKE I WANTED TO ENJOY IT, I DIDN'T WANT ANY OF THIS, BUT THEN HE HIT THIS SPOT AND EVERYTHING JUST SORT OF EXPLODED--"

"Nah," Chel said, examining her cuticles, which were in dire need of some attention. "She needs to get it out of her system."

"--AND THEN HE JUST KEPT POUNDING AND POUNDING AND HIS ENORMOUS FUCK STICK FELT LIKE IT WAS SPLITTING ME OPEN BUT ALSO FILLING ME UP SO PERFECTLY--"

Miguel's eyebrows shot up. "Wow. Okay. That's... vivid."

Chel smirked. "I told you. The Chief's totem pole is the stuff of legend."

"--AND WHEN I CAME, I SWEAR I SAW ACTUAL STARS, LIKE THE WHOLE COSMOS EXPLODING BEHIND MY EYELIDS AS I CLAMPED DOWN ON HIS FAT DICK--"

"Should we be taking notes?" Miguel asked, tilting his head. "Some of this sounds like it could be useful for the future novelization."

"--AND THEN HE PAINTED MY BODY WITH HIS HOT, THICK CUM AND IT FELT SO DEGRADING BUT ALSO WEIRDLY SATISFYING--"

Chel considered. "Might not be a bad idea."

"--AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, ABOUT HOW GOOD IT FELT TO BE USED LIKE THAT, EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IT'S WRONG--"

"Wait," Miguel held up a hand. "So she's saying she... liked it?"

Tulio froze mid-rant, her eyes going wide. "I didn't... that's not what I..."

"This is too good," Chel grinned. "Our little Tulio discovered the joys of womanhood and now she's hooked!"

"I AM NOT HOOKED!"

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Miguel said sagely.

"I'LL SHOW YOU PROTESTING--"

"Okay, okay, let's all calm down," Chel interjected before Tulio could launch herself at Miguel again. "Clearly, last night was a lot for you to process. But the fact is, it happened. And from the sounds of it, it happened pretty thoroughly."

"IT WAS THE BODY!" Tulio screeched, gesturing wildly to his curvaceous form. "This thing has a mind of its own! It was just... reacting!"

"Reacting to some VERY thorough stimulation," Miguel added helpfully.

"NOT. HELPING."

"Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of," Chel said in a tone that suggested the exact opposite. "The Chief is a powerful man. Virile. Charismatic. With an absolutely gigantic--"

"I KNOW! I EXPERIENCED-"

"--sense of civic duty."

Tulio blinked. "The POINT IS," she said through clenched teeth, "it wasn't me. It was this body. It... it wanted things."

"What kinds of things?" Miguel leaned forward eagerly, taking notes.

"THINGS!"

"Yes, but what kinds of--"

"Use your imagination!" Tulio snapped.

There was a moment of silence as both Miguel and Chel appeared to do just that.

"Wow," Miguel said finally.

"Yep," Chel agreed.

"That's... a lot of things."

"SO many things."

"Would you two PLEASE--"

"All right, all right," Chel held up her hands. "But Tulio... you do realize this is just the beginning, right?"

Tulio's face drained of color. "The... b-"

"Well, now that the Chief has had a taste of your sweet honeypot--"

"DO NOT CALL IT THAT."

"--he's going to want more. A LOT more. And as the official sacred vessel..."

"-of that sweet, sweet, oozing honey-" Miguel offered.

"...I'm obligated," Tulio finished numbly. "Or else risk exposing the whole con and getting us all killed."

"Bingo."

Tulio sat down heavily on the bed, new curves jiggling enticingly. "I can't do this," she whispered. "I can't keep letting him... use me like that. I'd go... crazy. I can tell my brain would... poof. I need to... protect... myself... or something..."

"Speaking of which..." Chel's expression turned serious. "There's something you should probably know about the Mirror of Xibalba."

"What NOW?" Tulio groaned, flopping back on the bed.

"Well... remember when I mentioned the five orgasm rule?"

Tulio sat bolt upright. "Huh? Five orgasm rule?"

"You know, when I told you about how five peaks of pleasure would seal your soul to that body forever?"

"WHEN DID YOU TELL ME THAT?"

"Right after we switched! I distinctly remember saying--" Chel paused. "Oh wait, you were too busy screaming about your new breasts. My bad."

"FIVE ORGASMS?" Tulio's voice cracked. "And you're telling me this NOW? AFTER I--" She clapped her hands over her mouth.

Miguel's eyes lit up. "After you what?"

"Nothing! After nothing!"

"Ohhhhh," Chel's grin was positively feral. "Someone hit their first milestone last night!"

"NO!"

"Really? Because that scream about seeing the cosmos explode behind your eyelids suggested otherwise..."

"That was... that was..."

"A very enthusiastic sneeze?" Miguel suggested.

"One down, four to go!" Chel said cheerfully. "Unless..."

Tulio did not like that 'unless.' "Unless what?"

"Well, there is one OTHER way the change becomes permanent..."

"What?" Tulio asked, dreading the answer.

"If you get pregnant."

The silence that followed was so complete you could hear Altivo chewing grass three stories below.

"P-pregnant?" Tulio squeaked.

"Yep. The Mirror's magic considers that a pretty definitive sign of accepting your new form." Chel examined her nails casually. "Which is why you REALLY need to learn some alternative techniques. Unless you want to end up as the Chief's favorite baby mama..."

"TEACH ME!" Tulio practically launched herself at Chel. "Teach me everything! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes! Just... please don't let me get stuck like this!"

"Okay, okay," Chel held up her hands. "The first thing you need to learn is how to stop things from going too far. And the best way to do that..." She reached over and plucked a banana from a nearby fruit bowl. "Is with these."

Tulio stared at the banana, then at Chel. "I'm pretty sure fruit isn't going to save me from the Chief's raging hard-on."

Chel rolled her eyes. "Not the banana, dummy. These." She tapped her lips... or rather, Tulio's lips. "Your mouth is your best weapon. Learn to use it right, and you can keep any man from crossing the finish line."

She peeled the banana slowly, maintaining eye contact with Tulio. "The key is to worship the cock. Make it the center of your universe. These luscious lips?" She ran her tongue over them obscenely. "These are dick pillows, designed for sucking and pleasuring."

Tulio made a strangled noise. "Please don't do that with my mouth."

Chel ignored her, closing her lips around the tip of the banana. "Enthusiasm is key," she mumbled around the fruit. "You gotta act like sucking dick is your sole purpose in life."

She hollowed her cheeks, sliding the banana deeper. Tulio watched in horrified fascination as his own face contorted in exaggerated pleasure.

"Use your tongue," Chel instructed after a particularly lewd slurp. "Lick it like it's the last lollipop on earth. Trace the veins, flick the tip. Drive him wild."

She demonstrated with gusto, swirling her tongue around the banana in a way that made Tulio deeply uncomfortable in her new panties.

"And don't forget to use your hands," she added, somehow still perfectly articulate with a mouth full of fruit. "Stroke what you can't suck. Cup the balls. Tease the taint."

"OKAY, OKAY, I GET IT!" Tulio yelled, hands clamped over her ears. "JUST STOP DOING THAT WITH MY FACE!"

Chel pulled off the banana with an obscene pop. "Fine. You try."

She tossed Tulio a (fresh) banana. She fumbled it, nearly dropping it down her cleavage.

"I... I don't..." She stared at the fruit like it might bite her.

"Oh come on," Chel goaded. "It's just a banana. Pretend it's the Chief's lucky staff."

Tulio whimpered, but slowly peeled the banana with shaking fingers. She held it gingerly to her plump lips, then glanced at Chel.

"Like this?" She awkwardly put the tip in her mouth.

"No, no, no. You gotta commit."

Tulio inched a little more banana past her lips, looking deeply uncomfortable.

"This is painful," Miguel commented. "It's like watching a baby bird try to eat a worm."

"You think you can do better?" Chel raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I mean..." Miguel shuffled his feet. "I'm more of a visual learner myself..."

"Ugh, fine." Chel threw up her hands. "We need a live model. Miguel, drop trou."

"WHAT?" Miguel and Tulio yelped in unison.

"You heard me. Whip it out. Tulio needs to practice on something that isn't going to mush in her mouth."

"Absolutely not!" Tulio screeched.

"I don't know..." Miguel hedged.

"Oh, so you'd rather go out there with zero blow job skills? Because let me tell you, the Chief and his buddies aren't going to be satisfied with awkward little licks. They're going to expect the full gluck gluck 3000 deluxe treatment."

"The what now?"

"Cock worship," Chel clarified bluntly. "We're talking sloppy, enthusiastic, deepthroating, ball-fondling, taint-tickling, eye-watering, throat-fucking oral service. You need to be able to suck the gold off a ceremonial headdress if you want to survive this."

Tulio looked faintly green.

Miguel swallowed hard. "Well. When you put it like that... desperate times call for desperate measures?" He glanced nervously at his partner.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING THIS?"

"Look, if it'll keep us from being executed, I'll take one for the team!" He squared his shoulders bravely. "Just... be gentle, okay?"

Tulio gaped at him. "I don't... you can't... this isn't happening!"

"Think of it as an investment in not dying horribly," Chel said. She patted the bed. "Now get over here and put that dick in your mouth like a good little vessel."

"No! I refuse!"

Chel rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let's do this the hard way."

She strode over to Tulio, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her to face Miguel.

"HEY!"

"Lesson one," Chel said, ignoring Tulio's protests. "Seduction. You've got tits and ass for days now. Use them."

Tulio gave her a panicked look, then glanced at Miguel, who was watching with wide eyes.

"I can't..."

"Oh yes you can. And you will. Now get over there and shake what the gods gave you." Chel gave her a firm shove.

Tulio stumbled, nearly falling into Miguel's lap. She caught herself at the last second, hands braced on his thighs. Her new position gave Miguel an eyeful of tantalizing caramel cleavage as the striped tube top strained to contain the voluptuous swell of tit-flesh.

"Sorry! Sorry. I didn't mean to-" Tulio's face flamed, the apples of her cheeks turning an alluring shade of pink.

Miguel swallowed hard. "Um. That's... that's okay..."

"Less talking, more seducing!" Chel ordered from the bed, leaning back to enjoy the show. "Work those hips, girl!"

Tulio shot her a murderous glare over her shoulder. But slowly, reluctantly, she began to sway to imaginary music, her hands sliding up Miguel's thighs.

As she stood, Miguel got a face full of Chel's - no, Tulio's now - glorious ass. Her trailing loincloth left little to the imagination, revealing the tantalizing curve of her cheeks and the merest hint of what lay between as the fabric slipped between the rounded globes. Each movement made that perfect peach jiggle enticingly, begging to be grabbed.

Hips swinging, hair swaying, Tulio turned to face Miguel with lidded eyes. She tried to channel the temple dancers she'd seen, the confident sway of their step, the knowing looks. It felt foreign on her, this brazen sensuality. But the way Miguel was looking at her, like a man dying of thirst glimpsing an oasis... it stirred something in her. A sense of power.

Slowly, she began descending to her knees, thighs spreading. The loincloth pooled around her, framing the bounty of her body like a lewd offering. Even covered, Miguel could clearly see her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her top as she leaned forward. Her cleavage was a shadowed vale, promising untold delights.

"Now take out his cock," Chel instructed. "Nice and slow. Make him want it."

Tulio's fingers trembled as they went to the ties of Miguel's breeches. This was wrong. This was so wrong. But the heat in Miguel's eyes, the quick rise and fall of his chest, the twitch of his hips as her knuckles brushed him through the fabric...

"You don't have to..." Miguel's voice was strained, barely above a whisper. Trying to be noble even as his body screamed for her touch.

"Apparently I do," Tulio muttered. The knot came undone, and she slowly peeled back the fabric to reveal...

"Oh," she breathed.

Miguel's cock sprang free, already half-hard and flushed a rosy pink. It bobbed gently, almost shyly, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

Tulio stared at it.

Miguel's cock stood proudly from a nest of golden curls. Long and thick, with a pronounced vein running along the underside. The tip glistened with pre-cum, practically begging to be licked.

"Ooo, he's a grower!" Chel sounded absolutely delighted. "You got so lucky, bitch. That's a premium pole right there."

Tulio ignored her, focusing on the task at... well, at mouth. She gave it a tentative lick, tongue flicking out to taste him. He shuddered, hands clenching at his sides.

"Fucking slobber on that thing!" Chel demanded. "Drool on it like the cock-hungry slut you are!"

Cheeks burning, Tulio let saliva pool in her mouth before drizzling it over Miguel's shaft.

"Uhhhggg, yesss," Miguel groaned, head falling back. "Just like that... Chel."

Hearing that name from his lips made Tulio's cunt clench. But it also felt wrong.

With each movement, the disconnect grew stronger - between who she was and what she was doing, between memory and reality. Her hands trembled against Miguel's thighs. The room felt too hot, too close.

"Tulio?" Miguel's voice was gentle, concerned. "You're shaking..."

"I'm fine," she managed, but the words came out strangled.

Her chest was too tight, breathing too shallow. The silken weight of her hair brushed against bare shoulders, and suddenly it was all too much - the softness of her skin, the sway of her hips, the way her body responded to things her mind wasn't ready for.

"Hey," Miguel reached for her hand.

"No." The word finally came out as a strangled gasp. "No no no no NO!"

She scrambled backwards so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash, tumbling gracelessly onto her perfectly rounded behind.

"Are you KIDDING ME?" Chel threw up her hands in exasperation. "You can take the Chief's cock like a champion but you can't handle a simple--"

"This is different!" Tulio's voice cracked. "That was... that was just..." She gestured wildly at her treacherous body. "This meat prison doing its thing! This is MIGUEL!"

"Oh, so now I'm not good enough?" Miguel tried to joke, but his voice was shaky.

"You're my BEST FRIEND!" The words burst out of Tulio like a dam breaking. "We've shared everything -- meals, cons, prison cells -- but this isn't... I can't..."

"Well, you'd better figure out how you CAN," Chel snapped, somehow making Tulio's gangly frame look imposing as she stalked forward. "Because in case you've forgotten, you've got four chances left before you're stuck with those 'meat prison' urges FOREVER."

"I know! Don't you think I know that?" Tulio clutched at her head, fingers tangling in the endless waves of dark hair. "Every time I try to think straight, this body just... takes over! One minute I'm ME, and the next I'm just this bundle of... of FEELINGS and URGES and--"

"Welcome to womanhood, honey!" Chel threw her hands up. "You think I spent years as a temple dancer because I enjoyed the outfits? This is survival! If you can't figure out how to use what you've got, you're going to end up as the city's favorite ritualistic broodmare!"