Loving the Loxodont

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Loving the Loxodont

by Emily Miller

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She had been highly recommended. Over forty reviews and a five star rating. The comments were also glowing, talking about an experience like no other.

I had spent an inordinate amount of time looking lingeringly at her photos. Photos of a young, Asian American woman, wearing skin-tight clothing, and displaying her obvious suppleness and bodily control in a variety of asanas.

But it was the close-up portrait that really caught my attention. Lustrous dark hair framing a dusky face with heavy eyebrows, and exhibiting an infeasibly high level of symmetry. And her eyes. There was something about her eyes. They had depth.

So here I was. Sitting on my mat in a lotus position that felt angular and awkward compared to the more serene and composed posture facing me. My instructor was obviously feeling warm, as she wore only minuscule, white athletic shorts, and a minimalist black sports bra.

The yogini had said her name was Maada Haathee, but that Martha would do. Her limbs looked lithe and powerful, and she exuded health and vitality. I was conscious that I was doing a little exuding of my own in response to her.

The room was indeed warm, despite being air conditioned. Martha had lit a number of agarbatti, and their aromatic fumes made the air heavy and sensual. My thoughts turned to a nice shavasana.

I blinked sleepily, waiting for the session to commence, but Martha was in no hurry. I began to feel my eyelids droop. Forcing them open, I saw that she had stretched her arms out sideways. We were clearly going to start. I closed my eyes briefly, and must have dragged rheum across my pupils as, it now seemed as if Martha had more than four limbs.

I really was feeling drowsy. I looked at the other woman hazily, and her features seemed to melt and elongate. It must be my tired eyes. I rubbed them and looked again. Suddenly I was awake.

"You! You're... you're him!"

Martha, or whatever Martha was now, breathed, "Hush, it's all OK, just relax. Nothing bad is going to happen, and maybe something good will."

Her mouth was now obstructed by a long, fleshy proboscis, its tip a smooth dome, without any apparent nostrils. And there was no denying the four arms now.

"You're... him. Ganesha... the elephant god," I blurted.

"Well, hardly, I'm still a girl, though such distinctions are less important to us than you." It was still the same voice, I was tempted to say, still the same person.

My brain was overloaded, and my mouth uselessly gaped.

"I relaxed you a little. It helps people to cope. I know it's a lot. As for Ganesha. Well, the first of my kind to visit this planet was indeed male. But I'm not. Shall I show you?"

Her trunk - yes I was going to call it that - quivered slightly and her clothes dissolved. Martha's breasts were shapely, and - still being in lotus - her smooth vulva was on full display; and exhibiting the same lubricious tendencies as my own anatomy.

I wasn't sure what to be focusing on, Martha's clear exhibitionist tendencies, her ability to change form and make matter disappear, or the line about visiting this planet. But whatever magic she had performed was working, what I felt most of all was at ease and mildly aroused.

"Can you make my clothes disappear as well?" I purred.

With another nasal ripple, I too was naked, and realized I was dripping onto the yoga mat. I knew what I wanted, it was really not so different to the thoughts that had run through my head while mooning over Martha's photos. But I had one question still.

"This isn't, you know, some alien science experiment, is it?"

A smile appeared either side of Martha's long snout - despite the modifications, she still somehow resembled her former self. "No, not a science project, it's just I, and a few others like me, we kinda enjoy humans. And, from my experience, the feeling is normally mutual."

"So just an interspecies kink, no removing my brain to see why it doesn't work properly?"

"I promise, absolutely no brain removal. Shall we?"

I lay down, parted my legs with my knees raised, and said, "I'd quite like to see what that nose of yours feels like inside me." I hoped that I hadn't got the wrong idea.

Martha glided to between my legs and whispered, "it will feel

divine

, I promise."

THE END