Short Story 4: Eli and Shapeshifting

All characters are 21+.

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Eli had finally mastered his shapeshifting powers. He didn't have any grand plans for them yet, he wanted to start with a more manageable goal: To fuck Madelyn, the hottest girl in his college. He was a senior at a very small but prestigious college, a school where most of the students came from a private high school, where the students had known each other for years and almost everyone knew everyone. Social classes were defined and there wasn't much change except for the few transfers that happened every year. Most students just hung out with who they lived with or people who lived close by.

Eli lived by himself and he was very happy with the freedom it provided. He could be as messy as he wanted, watch whatever he wanted, and bring home girls whenever he wanted. He still hung out with a lot of houses and went to all the major parties, but Madelyn was just in a different social class. They'd talked, sure, late in the night, both of them drunk, but neither of them would mention it the next day, two ships passing in the night.

He didn't know what was different with her, but she carried herself differently. There just was an air around her; she was untouchable. She didn't even give the college quarterback a second look, though their school was small enough that football took a backseat to academics. Madelyn was a work of art behind a glass box, and Eli planned on shattering it.

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"Nah you have the absolute worst taste in men," Eli said laughing, putting down his drink.

"I do not," Meg shot back.

"The guy from Kerry? And the other one from Tinder?"

Meg brought her head down, feigning shame, Ali and Amelia laughing alongside Eli.

"And the guy at the cafe?" Ali asked, promoting another round of laughter.

It was late into the night, the four of them hanging out in the girls' basement after the party they just threw. People were flirting in and out of the basement, the smell of beer in the air.

"So who on campus even has good taste in men?" Eli innocently asked. "Madelyn maybe?"

"Oh please, I don't think I've seen her with anyone," Amelia interjected.

"I did hear a rumor that she was seen with the quarterback over at Kerry," Meg said.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, pretty much the guy version of her?" Amelia asked, friends with a decent number of Kerry students, another college close by.

Ali raised her hand, excited to contribute to the conversation. "Ooh actually my cousin at Kerry one hundred percent said he saw her talking with someone at the bar and they were definitely flirting. He was tall, dark hair, a rugged look, so dark and mysterious. Big forearms too." She sighed, thinking about her own single life.

"Actually I think I've heard that too. He was visiting from out of state but never ended up committing," Amelia corroborated.

"A brooding stare and forearms go a long way."

"And being mysterious."

Eli sat back nodding, thinking of his plan.

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Despite having a little bit of a hangover, Eli found himself going out on Saturday. He went out as Mateo, a tall, dark hair, big forearmed guy with an air of mystery around him. Very original. He at least made the decision to head to Carl's Tavern, one of the more lowkey bars on campus to catch the end of the Saturday Night Football game. It made it not awkward for him to be sitting alone at the end of the bar, sipping on an IPA. A perfect drink for a mysterious gentleman.

He made small talk with some of the regulars around him, acting like a newcomer in town. He'd noticed some friends at the other table but ignored them, adding to his air of mystery. It wasn't long before someone came up to talk to him. It was Sophia, a girl that some of the guys knew a little too well. She'd been around.

"So what's a cutie like you doing in a place like this?"

He looked at her, uninterested. "Visiting."

"A man of few words huh. One of whatever he's having," she said, pointing at Mateo's IPA.

Mateo raised his eyebrow, expecting her to get the fruity cocktail special of the week. He committed to keeping his illusion up.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude but I'm pretty focused on this game," tilting his beer up at the screen.

"Really? Are you from one of those states?"

He just nodded. Sophia grabbed her beer, deciding to leave him alone. Mateo decided to at least pay for that beer as an apology. For both his indifference and the taste of the IPA. As the game wound to a close, he paid off his tab and made some rounds, complimenting some of the mouthier girls to make sure his appearance was noted, although he didn't stay much longer after that. On the way back he walked past a bunch of groups going out, avoiding eye contact to stay mysterious. Eventually he reached the edge of a forest where he transformed back into Eli and headed back home.

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By Monday he'd heard from a couple people about the mysterious stranger from out of town. Some of it from Sophia who mouthed off about his rudeness, but it was combated by the other girls who mentioned his nice compliments. Everyone was trying to find out who he was. His plan was going along nicely. He couldn't wait for Friday where he planned to enact the next part of his plan.

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Friday came around and Eli had turned into Mateo, making his way down to the 530 house, where the party of the week was going down. A 6 pack in his hand, he made his way over with a sense of purpose. It was already an hour in and people were getting sloppy. He waded through the crowds to the kitchen where he cracked open one of the beers, put another in his pocket, and stashed the rest in a kitchen cabinet where he usually put it as Eli.

He found Ellie by the keg, a close friend of Emma's.

"Excuse me, I just wanted to say I like your earrings," he shouted, knowing that it was an important hobby of hers and was proud of it.

"Thank you!" She shouted back, surprised to see Mateo.

"Have you by chance seen Levi? Tall, blonde hair, kinda lanky?"

"No sorry, he's usually pretty hard to find."

He thanked her and walked into the living room, still with much purpose. Levi was the perfect person for his plan. He was notoriously hard to find, always disappearing into a bedroom or taking a walk outside. He got hammered and did it quickly. He was exactly the type to get really drunk, start talking to a mysterious stranger, and invite him to the next big party. It was perfect, Mateo had an invite to the party and an impossible task so that he wouldn't have to sit around and make small talk. In his mind, he blessed Levi.

Feeling too crowded inside, he wandered to the back where at least he could get some fresh air. He leaned over the porch railing, large forearms on the wood, sipping his beer and staring off into nothingness. Another girl came up to him, a year below him and although she was gorgeous, he just asked again if she'd seen Levi and excused himself to find him when she said she hadn't.

It was back in the kitchen when he finally got a breakthrough. He saw Madelyn standing in front of the cabinet he'd stored his beer in, talking to Ellie.

"Scuse me ladies, just gotta grab my beer."

He reached up and between them, making sure to face Madelyn so that she got a nice whiff of his cologne and a nice look at his arms. Closing the cabinet, he waved it in front of them.

"Want one?"

"What is it?" Madelyn asked, trying to get a look at the label.

He turned the label towards her.

"Mango beer. One of my friends got it for me. It's not too bad considering it's a fruit beer."

"Oh I love mango! I wanna try it," Madelyn said, oblivious to the fact that Mateo already knew this.

"Thanks, I'm Madelyn by the way. Friends call me Maddy."

"Nice to meet you Maddy, I'm Mateo," he responded, grasping her outstretched hand in a handshake. He turned to Ellie.

"And you?"

"Ellie."

"You still haven't seen Levi right?" Purposely ignoring Madelyn, he kept up his ploy of asking for Levi.

"Nope, did you check the back?"

"Yep."

"This street?"

"Why would I check the street?" He said, feigning confusion.

"You know how Levi is."

"I don't actually. I just met him last week."

Ellie tilted her head. "Then how come you're trying so hard to find him?"

"Cause that bastard invited me to this party last week saying he had something he really really wanted to show me. He wouldn't tell me no matter how many times I asked so I came to find out. Where does he go then?"

"He's always just taking walks," Madelyn interjected, wanting to be part of the conversation.

She took his hand, tired of being ignored. "I'll help you find him," she said, a strained smile on her face.

She dragged them outside, quickly down the street before anyone snatched him away from her.

"Isn't this better? So crowded in there."

"Way too many people," he chuckled. "Thanks for helping me Maddy."

"Sometimes he goes to my house. He's friends with one of my roommates and likes to raid her liquor stash. Should we try there?" She lied.

"Sounds good," Mateo said, heart pounding.

He'd been inside Madelyn's house before once, but to visit one of her roommates. Her room door was closed that day to his dismay. It wasn't far to her house, it was a small college after all. They got into the front door and Madelyn started calling out for Levi. He took this time to really examine Madelyn, her tight black dress clinging to her shapely ass, showing off her big tits. Her blonde hair, cascading over it, covering the straps. She looked beautiful tonight, her makeup shining in the light. Knowing no one was home, she wandered over to the kitchen, finding her mango vodka out where she left it.

"One of my roommates must've left this out again," she said shaking her head. "Want some?"

He nodded and grabbed two clean shot glasses from the dishwasher and sat them in front of her. They took the shots, both grimacing from the burn.

"Another?" She asked.

"You sure you should be having so many?" Mateo asked.

"I haven't had much tonight," she responded.

He shrugged, taking another with her. They made their way up the stairs wandering into a random roommates room on their already doomed quest to find Levi.

"What's that down there," he innocently asked.

"That's mine. Want to see?"

They made their way down, finding a pristine room, a couple posters on the wall, but otherwise quite the minimalist space. He stood there, browsing the wall. Madelyn had only planned to get to know Mateo. She just wanted him to get away from Ellie and all the other girls like Sophia. She should have first crack at this mysterious stranger. Why shouldn't she? But seeing him standing in her room, all alone in the house, the big forearms disappearing into his pockets, mysterious look on her face, she started to have different thoughts.

"So where are you fr-"

"Who's that," Mateo interrupted, pointing at a picture on her desk.

"Oh that's just Ellie and I at a music festival. I kind of want to change though, it's pretty cold tonight and this dress is not cutting it."

She reached into her closet, bringing out a thin long sleeve and some tight black jeans.

"Maybe this with a jean jacket? How would that look."

He took a second before responding. "I think you'd look great in both, but if you're cold you should go with that."

"Turn around," she commanded, almost daring him to peek.

Being the ever so mysterious gentleman, he obeyed, not even risking a peek to Madelyn's disappointment. He turned around once she said she was done, seeing her sheer long sleeve not completely hiding her black bra. His heart skipped a beat. Here he was standing in front of the hottest girl on campus after she had just changed in her room. And looking at her bra through her shirt. He took off his flannel and handed it to her.

"Here. Because it's cold."

She accepted it smiling and sitting down on her bed. They chatted for a while, making small talk, both of them glancing down, trying to catch a glimpse of forearm or cleavage. She inched closer and closer until they were almost touching. He looked at her, making eye contact and cutting off his sentence. His breath caught in his throat, making eye contact with her, her blue eyes piercing through him. She leaned in an kissed him. Mateo's heart soared, putting his hand around her waist, getting his first touch of Madelyn. They continued making out, hands roaming over each others' bodies, Madelyn not expecting it to go this far, but continuing because it felt so good. She took his shirt off, he got the flannel and long sleeve off her. He reached around and unclasped her bra. He leaned back, throwing it to the side and getting his first look at Madelyn's tits. They were perfect. The perfect shape, amount of perkiness, her nipples were the cutest little points.

Mateo leaned down and gave them a lick. Then a good suck. Madelyn moaned at the contact, eyes closed in pleasure. While sucking on her left nipple, he reached down with both hands, unbuttoning her jeans to reveal a pink thong. He pulled both down, telling her to lift her legs, Madelyn thinking that she should maybe stop him, but his bulge made her continue. He got off her tit and laid her down, spreading her legs. He kneeled down, getting a good look at her pink pussy, glistening in the light. Hand reaching for her clit, he brought his tongue to her pussy, one lick from top to bottom.

"Oh fuck that's so good," she moaned, grabbing his hair.

He started rubbing her clit, faster and faster. Tongue fucking her as best he could, spurred on by her moans of pleasure.

"Oh yeah eat my pussy, you're so good at this. I'm so close."

He went faster at her words, other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple. She moaned louder until she came, liquid squirting out from her pussy, drenching Mateo. After her orgasm subsided, she looked up at Mateo cleaning his face.

"Oh my I'm so sorry I don't normally squirt like th-"

He leaned in and kissed her, cutting her off. Her mouth was so soft, her tongue as well. She tasted like the vodka they drank. She tasted so good. He groaned when she pulled away.

"Oh please, this is gonna feel so much better."

She kneeled in front of him, finally taking off his pants. His cock sprung out and hit her in her face. This was the one part of Eli he didn't change, proud of the way she looked at it. She dove in, lifting his cock up to suckle his balls. First the left then the right before licking his shaft bottom to top. She did that a couple more times before slapping his cock on her tongue laughing.

"Tasty."

She then sucked on the head a little before going to deepthroat him. She managed to get a decent way down before having to resurface. Madelyn spent a while on his cock, wondering why he didn't seem to be close to coming. She made eye contact with him and smiled before trying to deepthroat again. She tried everything, face fucking, cradling his balls, even sticking a finger in his butt. Determined to make him cum, she decided to go with a different strategy.

"Lay down."

Mateo was in heaven, her techniques had almost made him cum, but he was able to hold back. She hadn't planned on fucking him tonight, but she was determined.

"Condom?" He asked.

She shook her head. He almost came when he just looked at him and said, "raw."

She slowly lowered herself on his cock until he was all the way in, filling her up nicely. She faced him so he'd get a nice view of her bouncing tits as she started to go to work. Mateo felt even better than when she was blowing him, her pussy wrapping around his cock like a perfect match. He timed his thrusts upward to match hers, their bodies slapping together. He reached up to pinch her nipple and she moaned at the touch.

"Fuckkk," she said. "You're gonna make me cum again."

He grabbed her hips, allowing him to plow into her even harder.

"Fuck Maddy you're so fucking hot. Say you love my cock. Say it."

"Your cock is sooo good. It's filling me up so much," she said, panting. "Please cum in me, please please please."

Madelyn was wondering how he was still not cumming. Surely he would soon. She leaned down to kiss him again, her tits resting on his chest. Mateo pushed her to the side after a while and lifted up her legs for missionary. He thrusted in all the way, his balls slapping her butthole.

"Oh god you're even deeper," she yelled, desperately hoping none of her roommates were back. This felt too good.

He continued pounding away, holding her legs up.

"Oh my god your cock is so nice. Fuck you're fucking me so good."

"You're so beautiful Maddy, you're a goddess. Oh your pussy is milking me and your tits are perfect."

He reached down and started rubbing her clit. He could feel her pussy clench down.

"I'm cumming again, fuck I'm cumming," she yelled, eyes rolled back in pleasure.

He could feel her cum on his cock, her wetness increasing. He could feel himself close but didn't want to cum yet, ending the night. He took his cock out and gave it a few slaps on her stomach.

"Doggy," he commanded.

She was panting, it took her a couple seconds before she turned over on all fours, arching her back and exposing her now very pink pussy to him.

"Please daddy I've been so bad. Please fuck me hard."

He lined himself up and thrust in. Fuck it felt different from the other positions. Better. He grabbed her hair as he started thrusting harder and harder, giving her a good slap on the ass. She didn't have the energy to do much else, just staying there, ass up face down. She let him have his way, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. She finally heard the golden words from him.

"Oh Maddy I'm cumming. Tell me to cum inside you. Beg."

"Oh please please Mateo cum deep inside me. I need you to cum," she moaned loudly, not caring about the noise anymore.

Hearing that, he could feel his orgasm come on, finally exploding inside of her.

"Fuck," he said after every spurt.

He stayed there spent, cock still buried deep inside Madelyn, trying not to pass out from pleasure. He collapsed on the bed, still thinking it was a fever dream. She rolled over and gave him a kiss.

"Thank you, that was so nice. I've never cum so much with somebody before."

He just lay there, putting his arm around her as she snuggled up next to him. Oh this was gonna be fun.