Tags: Corruption, Transformation, Adventure, Fantasy, Golem, Lesbian, Monster Girl, Male to Female, MtF, Couatl,
*****
It was refreshing to drift awake in Ata's arms. I'd expected that her rocky flesh would be uncomfortable, filling my muscles with knots and kinks. Her flesh instead seemed to conform to my arm, cradling it in a sort of armor that flaked off as she stirred beneath me, her flesh reforming into the rambunctious sister I'd discovered last night. I felt bad that I'd been so passive yesterday, a proverbial pillow princess or cold fish, depending on your preferred metaphor. Her face was still forming as I my hand snaked between her thighs, seeking out her slit. A flat plane of warm granite met my fingertips. Chuckling at my confusion, her citrine eyes rolled into view as pulled me in close for a kiss.
"That's sweet of you, but I'm a mixture of animated granite and empathy stones. There's no nerves down there for you to stimulate."
"But you seemed to be enjoying yourself last night." I was surprised by how thoroughly she'd fooled me.
"I did enjoy myself last night." Her arm snaked out and palmed my breast, the sensitive flesh tingling as they sent a jolt of sweet sensation through my body.
Our sighs were nearly instantaneous and her eyes danced with mirth.
"
Empathy stones
sweety, I feel as good as you feel. In fact, I feel
exactly
what you feel, and I must say that this body is awfully sensitive, an abundance of toys to play with. Also, what was that thing that you did with those tails last night? I've never had someone inject their energy directly into me quite like you did. Awfully forward of you," she said playfully.
"I've no idea what I'm doing, as I'm sure you suspect, and these things," I gestured to my tails which acquiesced to my commands as they swung in front me, twining around each other as the tips peeled back to reveal the needle tips, "tend to have a mind of their own at times."
She gave the tips a little kiss. "Well, I think that they're cute and know how to show this girl a good time." During this entire time she continued to gently massage my tit. I decided to test her by surreptitiously sliding my hand along the muscular curve of my ass. Flexing my fingers my talon like nails painfully abraded my kevlar tough skin.
She hissed and her eyes flashed orange as she jumped. Her hand traced her own ass as she narrowed her eyes at me.
"Awwww. You don't just blindly trust what I say." She pushed me over onto my back as she crawled over me. "That won't do. A goddess that can't trust her raiments will be vulnerable, and that's something I'm unwilling to abide." She moved over me on her hands and knees, her smallish breasts threatening to squish onto my larger ones. As I watched, a deep groove worked its way down the center of her chest to her navel where the grove bifurcated into matching lines heading towards her sides. Nervous, I watched as the panels slid soundlessly away from her torso, revealing a swirling mass of colors. Imagine a cat swallowed a box of crayons and then vomited the dissolved remains into a bowl. It looked something like that. Swallowing nervously as I watched, slightly unnerved by the first serious expression I'd ever seen on her face, she slowly pulled me towards her core. Her eyes however, still teased me with an easy irreverence. Relaxing, I allowed my hand to be guided into her chest.
I watched as the colors bled through my skin into my veins, a technicolor river that marched towards my heart. My essence suddenly expanded beyond the bounds of my skin before being sucked back into its fleshy confines. My eyes rolled as I felt her youthful spirit settle inside me, her quiet joy using the empty spaces of my psyche like a bouncy castle. As my senses settled so too did my awareness of Ata inside my head. She was a sweet joyful girl with an ocean of loyalty and I cradled her metaphysical essence to my breast.
Or, I tried to anyway. She danced around my cautious grasp, leaving little pinpricks of joy across my body. I giggled as she skipped around me before she swooped in, nuzzling her forehead across my neck.
"Oh. I almost missed you there little one. I look forward to serving alongside you."
A little chirrup responded to Ata's soundless voice.
"That's sweet of you to say, I'd be happy to call you sister. Until we meet again."
Using her physical body, she gave my clavicle a quick lick before she retreated, her chest cavity closing around her core. She flashed, a quick citrine pulse that blasted from the gemstone portions of her body. She flopped onto my body, writhing around on my chest like a cat atop a pile of catnip.
"That went far easier than it should have. You're far more accommodating and trusting than you should be. I'll have to watch for skullduggery on your behalf. But first your mana stores seem-" My stomach rumbled as hunger struck me for the first time since being summoned. "Seemed to be dangerously low. What is your priest doing? I'll have to have words with him if he's slacking this badly on the job."
"Priest who?"
Incredulous, she pulled back to look me in the eye, checking me for seriousness.
"Shit, if you don't even have a priest yet. We're in more trouble than I thought. Your nascent familiar is also draining you as she grows, so we need to get the conduit situated quickly or it'll be bad for both you and the little one. Hmmmmm. I can't follow you as I need some time to rest and recharge and ol' Daddy here is the best place for that." As she talked she casually reached out and popped off her right forearm at the elbow. I sputtered as she held out her severed appendage toward me.
"What are you doing?!"
"Oh. Ohhhh," she gave me a sly smile. "Take my hand and find out." She waved the separated arm in the air above my face, teasing me for my discomfort. Following her directions, I cautiously took her hand, threading my fingers through her motionless marble ones. Like a miniature self assembly voxel robot, tiny blocks separated from the bulk of the hand and rolled up my arm, assembling into smooth planes of material. A gleaming gauntlet of sinister obsidian with streaks of gleaming gemstones the same color of my flesh formed before astonished gaze. After the gauntlet was fully constructed up to my elbow, I flexed my hand experimentally, suffering no pinching or loss of movement. In fact, I could barely notice it was there, like it was an extension of my own skin. Jabbing lightly at the ground, I tested it's reaction to impact.
Barely. Anything.
A harder punch produced the same reaction, and I pulled my fist from the two foot crater I'd created in the ground. I looked at the gauntlet in wonder, my mind traveling the natural logic pathways.
"Yes. I know I'm awesome. Feel free to praise me more,"
Ata spoke from the small space she occupied inside my mind. "But you can sing my virtues later, we need to get you a priest as soon as we can now back to the village. What did you call it?"
"Cephalon."
"Right. Cephalon, and who was your summoner?"
"Selena"
"Right. The cheeky cunt. Let's head to her house. Chop, chop, quick like a bunny."
Snorting, at her irreverent attitude, I took off in a loping jog that quickly ramped into a sprint that was faster than most cars could run.
I slowed down before I got to the village, unwilling to leave the deep gouges in the cobblestones like I'd left in the forest floor.
"And forest tree trunks and various forest animals."
"Hey. I didn't hurt anything on my way here."
I paused for a second.
"I think. And anyway how are you even talking to me?"
"Through my arm, it's still a part of me no matter how far it travels."
I looked at the arm with even greater respect.