Slugger
Slugger
Authors warning: this story will contain scenes of graphic sexual depiction - if you're not old enough to legally read stuff like that where you are right now, then plz stop...
Also, me staying true to form, this story will be creepy in a nice wholesome spoogy way.
Herm/F Anthro Slug Reptile - a story by Webkilla
It had almost destroyed human civilization. It did destroy the human race - or rather... it replaced it.
Nobody could tell if it was some mutated virus, or if it was manufactured to do what it did, but the effects of it were impossible to escape. It was both airborne and in every non-insect animal there was...
If a person got infected with it, then the first animal that person got into contact with would be what that person would turned into... more or less - the end result of the weeks-long torturous incubation time would be an anthropomorphic version of the last animal that person had come into contact with.
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Alan was just happy it had happened over the summer... if it had broken out in his neighborhood after school had started again then.... Well... he'd probably had missed a lot of classes.
Alan Jefferson was your ordinary white human, living in a nice quiet suburbia, only five minutes walk from the high school he was about to attend his last year at... His parents had been turned into a cat and a bird of sorts... well, anthropomorphic ones. They got lucky.
Alan got turned into a slug... greenish grey skin all over his body, but with lighter greenish skin around his muzzle, throat, chest, belly and crotch. His face was... gone. A slightly blunt muzzle with to slit-like nostrils and a broad mouth... and then there was his eyes... god... what had he done to deserve this?
His eyes were on stalks... retractable... like real slugs. He could actually maneuver them around like tiny tentacles, even looking himself in the eye - which was a very weird sight. His feet were just that, feet... no toes or anything. His hands were still hands, although his fingernails were gone.
At least he'd gotten the easy ticket skin-wise. His father, now a big burly cat, had to go through hell each morning brushing his fur out... and his mother, well... her feathers were a lot easier to handle than dads fur - and at least she hadn't sprouted wings or anything. His mothers feathers covered everywhere except for her forearms, shins and feet which where covered in a thick leathery banded skin. She had hinted that there were a few other places that she didn't have feathers, but Alan stopped asking there...
Sleeping had turned into an interesting experience for Alan as well - since after a few days after his final transformation he woke up, completely soaked in slime. Slug-slime.
At least it turned out that the stuff could be washed out... but it did require a few special modifications to Alan's bed and mattress.
What they ended up with was quite creative: They had stacked two foam-rubber mattresses on top of each other, and hollowed them out to the point that they together looked like a big tub. Then they painted the inside of the tub in a thin coat of glue, after which they carefully but quickly maneuvered a rubber bed-sheet into the tub, finishing off the thing.
Alan now found that with the tub, he no longer needed anything over him at night when he slept, as he would himself generate a covering of slime to keep him warm... it was there that things started to get real as well.
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It must have been at least one and a half week since his transformation. Alan was alone in his room, in his bed... sloshing around in his slime... naked... and jerking off.
The slime he excreted made for an excellent lubricant - hell, that was what slugs used the stuff for in the nature, right? So Alan tore away at his now brightly green dick with his darker green hand.
While ripping at his boner, Alan thought about what the doctor had said after the X-rays had come back... and taken again - and come back again. Alan didn't have any bones left in his body. Upon further examination and some creative exploratory surgery, it had been found that Alan, much like all the others, even though there weren't many, that had been turned into slugs, had gotten all their bones replaced with what the doctor could only describe as 'fluid filled bladders'. The good news was that if Alan was even to 'break', or rather 'burst', a bone, then it would most likely heal again very quickly.
It was weird, thinking that the same thing that made his dick hard was all over his body, working as bones... or that was at least how Alan understood it - the truth of it was a little more complicated and had made three anatomy scientists wet themselves.
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About three weeks before Alan was to start at his final senior year at high school he discovered something... oh boy did he discover something. It was his 'inflatable bones' that did the trick or rather; it was him that made his bones do tricks! It had started with his dick, which he'd discovered that he could consciously manipulate in the sense that he could make it become erect or flaccid, simply by... well... the best way he could describe it would be 'wanting it to'. Score! No more having to worry about embarrassing erections in the locker rooms after gym practice, or when around the ladies... or the other way around, controlled erections when around the ladies!
It was in experimenting with what he could inflate and deflate of his boner, which he found he could do the same with his regular bones! He could turn his arm into something not that unlike a tentacle... the muscles in it just able to keep it aloft, even with no internal structural support... oh the prank he pulled on his parents that afternoon.
Pretty soon he was able to inflate or deflate his entire body - including over-inflating... Now, it wasn't like he could turn himself into something from Stalag 99, but one night he did something... he did something he'd been trying to do for a couple of days now...
He made himself get boobs.
Now, in theory that shouldn't have been possible - there had to be something to inflate in the first place if he was to get anything to happen, but apparently there was... and by taking a couple of glasses of water beforehand, Alan was able to suck and squeeze his two ample and juice C-cups...
This, he did not show his parents...
Over the next couple of nights Alan more or less literally dicked around with his new-found breasts - or rather, he would make them when he went to bed, play around, then deflate them and go to sleep.
One thing he really wanted to do was give himself a titty-wank, to get his dick up between his breasts and jerk off that way... The tricky part was maneuvering his guts out of the way so he could partially deflate his spine and pretty much flip his legs up over his head, so he could get his dick into position between his breasts...
Geez, somebody would probably pay a lot of money to see Alan doing this... oh well, webcam fun for later.
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Despite Alan's earnest attempts, then he just couldn't do it... he just couldn't cram his intestines anywhere, although when he finally gave up and stood up, trying to get everything to fall into place again, he looked over in a mirror he had on the wall and saw it... good god...
He... looked like a she!
With all the forcing of bone-fluids away from his spine and lower ribs, the stuff had accumulated in his hips and his pelvic bone... that, combined with his breasts made him look completely female!
It was actually quite freaky, seeing himself, standing there... like some dick-girl or whatchamacallit... hermaphrodite... No wait, herms were people with both male and female equipment, the 'girls' with male genitals were technically just boys that had resisted the testosterone their nads had originally produced while they were still in the womb...
Oh well, might as well try to pump some of the stuff back where it belongs Alan thought ... but in doing so, or at least trying to do so, Alan suddenly felt a piercing pain underneath his dick, followed by the sound of a blob of slime splattering on the floor.
Before checking to see if he'd busted a nut or anything, something that wouldn't be that easy to do since his balls had apparently moved back into his abdomen during his transformation, Alan silently cursed himself, since now he'd have to wash the floor in the morning... again - he'd just done that yesterday!
Then it came around to checking on what had burst. It wasn't uncommon for Alan to, when injured, let out a small jet of pressurized bone-fluid, that is if the injury was that deep - but like the doctor said, it always healed surprisingly quickly. Hell, the doctor had said that Alan's slime was anti-septic - that it was anti-bacterial!
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Poking and prodding around the bit between the base of his dick and his asshole, Alan found something... a rather large slit... oh dear, maybe he'd hurt himself?
No... and to fast forward to the blatantly obvious - and since Alan wasn't stupid - then he quickly realized that this wasn't something that'd close up any time soon.
A quick double-check confirmed Alan's fears: Slugs were usually hermaphrodites. Alan figured that it must have finally opened with him stretching the skin around his hips and groin because he'd pumped all the bone-fluid away from his abdomen... oh this was going to get interesting.
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A very discrete phone-conversation with the family doctor, a referral to a gynecologist, and a very interesting examination proved... well... it proved that Alan was really a hermaphrodite. Suffice to say that Alan had a real fun time explaining the odd billing that followed that - but his parents seemed understanding enough. From what Alan could see, then when in his male state, the vaginal folds were very hard to see and didn't even open when poked at - so unless he revealed himself he should be able to keep little something a secret for as long as he wanted... and just in time - after that weekend it was back to school!
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The summer had been a lonely one, but it was understandable: Few of Alan's friends had wanted to be seen in their new forms... the start of a new school-year was in that sense what forced pretty much everyone out of hiding.
Of the few people Alan had talked to, mostly via instant messenger and email, was an old friend by the name of Ann. She was in the same class as Alan and had, according to what she'd said to him via instant messenger, been turned into some kind of reptile or lizard. Ann's reaction to hearing of Alan's 'slugination' was... well... she wasn't sure what to think of it all, but she felt that way about her and her parents'' transformations too.
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The big day, the first day of the last year in high school was... well... it was interesting.
It was like starting there all over again - very few people could recognize each other, and the fact that the majority of people had turned into cats and dogs didn't make it much easier, since it meant that there were a lot of the students you just couldn't tell apart, except with their clothing of course.
With the majority of everyone, including the teachers, having turned into cats and dogs, there were of course also the minorities... A few birds, again from pets or contact with wild animals, a duck and a parakeet - and then there was of course Alan as a slug... and Ann as a lizard...
She looked a bit like something out of a Geico Express commercial...
Alan looked... sticky.
Ok, that wasn't entirely true. Alan wasn't sticky, he might be a slug, but his was just moist. Ann was... well she was hot! Unbelievably hot!
It was already common knowledge, due to the media, that the transformation process would eat up at least a couple of pounds from people, even if they managed to eat enough to feed their changing bodies... and Alan had already spotted several girls that before the summer had been chubby or downright fat, but now had a lean and thin body... covered in fur. Ann wasn't any different; her reptilian body was unbelievably sculptured, not that she had needed to loose any weight or anything, she had been into martial arts and stuff like that for years...
Still, it was a somewhat different Ann that Alan met that day: There were two things missing... Her hair, as she now as a lizard didn't have any... and her boobs... since lizards apparently weren't big on that either...
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The first day of school was mostly an introduction to what classes you were going to get and handing out of relevant textbooks and such... and of course introducing the freshmen - and this time around also identifying everyone else.
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With the official introductions over, people resumed their getting to know everyone else again... Alan and Ann resumed a conversation they had started earlier.
"Why didn't you tell me that you'd changed like this earlier?" Alan asked, for the third time now.
Ann sighed and leaned back in her chair: "I... Alan, I... it's a girl thing ok..."
"Try me" Alan said, feeling that he somehow knew a little something some about 'girl things' than he did previously...
Ann looked at Alan, giving him the 'O RLY' eye: "You try waking up one morning without your nuts... I think that's the best way I can describe it..."
Alan had to stifle a laugh: "Ann, remember what I told you about me..."
"What?" Ann said, looking part bored, part un-impressed.
"They aren't there anymore... remember? Doctor said they'd been sucked back up into my abdomen" Alan said.
Ann looked at Alan for a couple of seconds... then looked down at his crotch, then back up at his face: "Oh... so... you did wake up with... them gone... ah"
"So much for a girl thing"
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Later that Friday there was the year's first high school party. It was the 'intro-party', since the theme of it was basically 'get introduced/into the freshmen'. The getting into bit was something that Alan had been quite good at the previous years, each time having managed to score with some impressionable youth... but this time - oh boy...
Apparently, having moist and only slightly sticky skin was not popular amongst the fur-clad people. It was so bad that Alan found himself completely unable to pick up the ladies... nobody wanted anything to do with 'the slimeball'.
Geez - you do one slimed up sliding tackle during PE and you're marked for life?
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As per high school party tradition, pretty much everyone with any taste for proper booze had brought their own little supply. Some hid it outside in the bushes, with the chance of someone running off with the stuff, while others tried to sneak it inside into the gym-hall where the party was - the latter was a risky affair, as confiscated material was
Alan had hid his stuff expertly outside, but was now sitting on the stairs of the main administration building, sipping on a beer. Nobody in on the dance floor at the far end of the gym, or at the table arrangements in the other end of the gym.
This sucked ass so hard... so here Alan was, drinking up what was left of his stash before going home... or that was at least the plan.
The sound of the base from the music inside the gym was thumbing out all over the neighborhood. Suddenly Alan's drinking was interrupted by a familiar voice...
"You gonna share any of that?"
Alan looked up. Ann...
"Sure... take whatever you want" Alan said, his voice showing his depressed state of mind more than anything.
Ann sat down and popped a bottle... with a little creative angling she also managed to drink from the thing: "What's got you down? You're usually all up 'n at 'em at these things?"
Alan looked over at Ann. The two had been friends for years. They had started in high school the same year... same class... same everything. The only thing that had kept Alan from getting it on with her was the simple fact that she had, at a very early point in their relationship, pointed out the simple fact that she didn't want a boyfriend... she was saving herself - that was at least her story, and she stuck to it. This didn't prevent her from being a complete tease... as she had on numerous occations, much to Alan's amusement, savagely groped and felt up hapless (male) freshmen who didn't have any idea what was happening, only to leave them at the peak of the their excitement... sometimes begging for more.
Alan hadn't been much different, although he usually went all the way, provided that there was something to go for. He was the Jedi pimp. He had the magic stick... he was the smooth criminal, the player. Not anymore. Sure, people hadn't seemed to mind him during school, as Alan's notes were known for being easy to read and quite comprehensive
Sighing, Alan took a big sip of his beer: "My game... is over"
Ann gave Alan a confused look: "Your game?"
"Apparently nobody with fur wants anything to do with me... girls are afraid I'll slime up their fur... and I'm not into guys - although that gay sophomore, the terrier, did say I was a little too sticky for his taste" Alan said.
"Oh... burn - pre-dumped by the queer guy"
Alan clenched his beer bottle... so much so that his hand secreted slime on it. This he didn't notice, at least not until he'd tried to swing his arm up to point an angry finger at her, but due to drunkenness, the arm movement was a little too powerful - and so a small amount of slime got hurled over on Ann's left arm.
The two looked at the tiny glob of slime for the longest of time. Just as it was about to drip down onto the ground from Ann's greenish leathery lizard skin she caught, on the tip of one of her fingers.
"Sweet" Ann said, holding the stuff up in front of her tapered snout. Ann only ever said 'sweet' when drunk - it was like clockwork really, whenever she started to say that, one could be absolutely sure that she was drunk.
Alan was going to ask Ann what she was going to do with the slime, but just before he got around to doing so, she shot out her thin long tongue and licked it off her finger...
Again there was a lengthy silence, which was first broken - and broke quite violently - when Ann suddenly threw herself at Alan, pinning him to the ground and licking ferociously at his head.
"Argh! The hell are you, licking me?" Alan shouted.
In between long hard licks, Ann blurged out: "Beer... you taste... like beer!"
Ann still pinning him down, but with arm free, Alan licked his hand. It didn't taste any special to him...
After a few shouts of "Get a room!" from some other students drinking out in the parking lot in front of the gym, Ann finally stopped.
Alan got up, looking at Ann. Her breath was ragged and her eyes looked as if she was miles away: "You ok?"
Snapping out of it, Ann gave Alan an almost hungry look and licked her lips, her long dark, almost pitch black tongue running almost her snout: "Ya... sorry about that... but damn - your slime taste like beer"
"Doesn't taste like that to me" Alan said, still a little shocked over what had just happened. It wasn't that he didn't like being manhandled - hell, he did sport a private fantasy about being manhandled by Ann, but with her pledge of saving herself that probably wasn't going to happen any time soon.
"Gimma some more" Ann said, looking unmistakably sleazy in some weird reptilian way.
"Uhm... ok" Alan said, clenching his muscles so his body would squirt out some more juice... which he then gently collected and handed to Ann, dumping the sticky mess in her waiting hands.
Ann sniffed the slime a little first... then looked over at Alan: "Wow... didn't know you could just do that"
"Only the best for you darling, cheers" Alan chuckled, downing the rest of his beer and cracking open a new one.
Alan couldn't help but regret not having a camera on him as Ann proceeded to lick up the slime in her hands... it looked quite... bestial, seeing her tongue dart in and out like that, scooping tiny amounts of slime up like that... and on that note Alan also noticed that he was beginning to get quite an erection from the scene...
Oh the joy of being able to just think 'Down boy' and have it actually happen.
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When Ann had finished her little slime-meal, which Alan at the end of it had found increasingly erotic to look at, Ann finished it off by putting on quite a little show with sucking off each of her fingers, running her long and surprisingly flexible tongue around each and every one of them...
She then scooted over next to Alan and gave him a big hug, so much so that Alan could feel his clothes beginning to soak from the slime she squeezed out of him.
Looking Ann in her eyes, Alan could see that they seemed a little glazed over. Her breathing was, as with before, again ragged.
"Ann, you sure you're ok? I don't even know if this stuff is good for you"
Creeping up on Alan's lap and wrapping her thick reptilian tail around his waist, Ann whispered: "Don't know if its good for me, but it sure makes me hot..." in her drunken slightly off-key accent.
This Alan knew - ha! She'd almost gotten him! Putting his arms around Ann's waist and laughing a little, Alan said, sounding surprisingly sober: "You know, you almost had there... you should know better than to try and trick me like that when I've seen your handy work so many times before"
Ann then leaned in close and whispered into the small hole on the side of Alan's head which worked as his ear: "I'm not kidding"
She then snuck her left hand down into Alan's pants and took a firm but sensuous hold of Alan's dick, which had, with Alan's attention elsewhere, once again risen for the occasion.
"Ah Ann? I thought you said you were saving... woa... careful with the claws... yourself for later?"
Ann burst into a high pitched drunken giggle: "You honestly believe that? Damnit Alan... I only said that once... I've had more sex than a hooker in a super bowl locker room!"
At this point Alan's face was a very large question mark.
"Alan, honey... I said that... why was it... I said it because I didn't want you coming on to me back then..." Ann said, her voice suddenly so incredibly... it was a weird mix of understanding, pity and empathy. It also sounded sexy.
Alan would have questioned Ann's motives for saying what she had said back then, but Ann suddenly intensified her little secret hand-job, moving slightly aside so her hand could get more room to move around. Alan also found it equally impossible to say anything because she was now kissing him quite thoroughly...
Breaking the kiss for a brief second, Ann shuffled herself around so she sat face to face on Alan's lap, his greenish meat only faintly visible inside Ann's dexterous and quite capable fingers which pumped up and down furiously, surprisingly well lubricated by Alan's slime...
Ann then said "I've wanted to do this all week" and resumed their kiss, angling her maw so that hers and Alan's fit perfectly in over each other, allowing her surprisingly supply tongue to taste all the wonderful beer-slime in Alan's mouth... and Alan likewise, his right arms wrapped tightly around Ann's waist, holding her close up to him, but at the same time giving her left arm and hand enough room to maintain a steady pace on his throbbing flesh, all the while his right hand snuck up Ann's shirt to her right boob... or what should have been a boob, but now only seemed to be a very tiny A-cup, if anything at all, but still, Ann seemed to enjoy her treatment... as Alan enjoyed his.
The two happily continued their mutual manual pleasuring of each other - that is, right until a student passing by the two, heading for the party in the gym, commented saying: "Geez, have some decency!" - This promptly stopped both of them, as they realized that they were getting just a little too carried away...
The two got up, giggling like little schoolgirls, packing the remainder of the beer and the began heading back to Alan's place, as he indeed did live quite close by.
"Score for count slugula!" one of the guys near the entrance to the gym shouted.
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On the way home to Alan, the two drank the remaining beer - no sense in letting it go to waste... and they both seemed to understand that they probably would be little busy once they got back to Alan's to sit down and drink...
Ann suddenly tried to punch Alan on his shoulder, but found that her fist just slid off, partially due to drunkenness, partially due to his moist and well-lubricated skin... this meant that Ann nearly toppled over, or so she would have, if Alan hadn't caught her in the fall. The two laughed, then got up and then got back on track...
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When they got to Alan's parents' house they took the outside stairwell down to the basement, because that was where Alan's room was... it also allowed for a much more quiet entry - huzzah for parents thinking ahead.
When the two got to Alan's room, the first thing Ann noticed was the bed... which had about half an inch or so of thick half-dried slime from last night in it...
"Shit... I forgot to clean it" Alan said... very much regretting that he'd forgotten to do his now daily chore of cleaning his bed, since he'd very quickly learned after his transformation that half-dry day-old slime was not something to be slept in... it was thick and stinky.
"Aww... and I'll bet it's not beer-flavored either" Ann said, teasingly licking Alan from the back of his neck up to his right eye-tentacle which reflexively pulled back into its socket: "oh, sorry about that"
Used to the sudden changes in his field of vision, Alan just brushed it off, extending his eye again: "Nope, no beer in that... and I'm going to have to clean it off if we're to have any fun in there"
"Clean it... oh poo" Ann said.
The cleaning process wasn't as bad as it might sound - a bucket, a soapy rag and a scoop of sorts did the trick in just under a minute, hell, Alan did have a lot of practice in doing it already... and when done... oh boy.
Alan had barely managed to sit the bucked down before Ann had jumped him from behind, squishing him down on the now clean bed-tub.
The two couldn't get their clothes off fast enough... and Alan had to admit, Ann looked just incredible naked with her reptilian body, the green smooth skin giving her an almost shiny appearance, at least on the places where Alan have slimed her... which after a few minutes was pretty much everywhere - indeed, she actually insisted on him lathering her up... Alan in return giving her what could almost be called an erotic and sensuous bath in his clear natural secretion... running his hands all over her athletically toned body, honed by over a decade of martial art.
Ann also had to admit, while she had seen Alan almost naked a few times in the past, then he didn't look that bad now as a slug... and she was quite impressed by his control over his dick, his deflation ability giving him the added bonus of being able to prolong the time it would take for Ann to masturbate him to orgasm...
Ann rolled over in the tub, well... she actually slipped, but she did end up on her back as was her intention... and without no word spoken, for there was no need for such, Alan slithered down between her legs and his hands slid around to cup the girl's tight round bottom and pull her body toward his mouth. His mollusk tongue slid between the smooth thighs that seemed to part of their own accord. His mouth quickly spread over the opening of her pussy and he began playing his tongue through the folds of moist flesh until he found her aroused clitoris.
Ann groaned loudly, thrusting her hips up against Alan's face while at the same time leaning up to reach down and shove his head further down and deeper into her...
A minutes of bestial wails and a few scratches from Ann's claws later and Ann suddenly buckled as Alan began to slip his nearly one foot long tongue into Ann, him having grown hard enough to fuck iron from the savory taste of Ann's inner folds... With great urgency she pushed and pulled on him, in the throes of her orgasm as Alan suddenly tickled a very special place deep within her...
"God Alan... I..." Ann said as she gasped for air while he pulled his head back, revealing his eleven inch slug tongue along with a wide grin on his face.
Ann looked as if she'd just seen god - then very quickly and with a sound of urgency and need that Alan had never heard anyone speak with before, said: "I want you in me..."
Alan scrambled for a condom, first having to get a towel to clean his hands so he wouldn't slime up his desk. With condom in hand, then on dick, he quickly slid up next to Ann...
"So... why'll go on top?" Ann asked, fondling Alan's rubber-clad and almost frighteningly stuff cock.
"You choose" Alan said, only to feel Ann pull him sideways while she slid on top of him, then rise a little to maneuver his meat into her hot insides.
Alan reached up and took hold on Ann's hips and steadied her as she took the plunge, taking all of Alan's cock inside her. Upon being impaled by his love stick Ann let out a long howling hiss, very deep and hoarse, like only that of a lizard could make... she then slumped down over Alan's chest, her hips slowly pounding into his, him equally thrusting up into her...
Ann couldn't believe how big Alan felt. It was like she was going to burst! He felt even bigger than the time she played around cucumber... but god it felt good!
Alan couldn't thank the powers that were enough for his ability to regulate his cock-pressure - because if not then he would have shot his load the moment he'd entered Ann's muscular vagina. It was like it was it was pumping him from the inside, even when he wasn't thrusting into her... and while lizards normally might be cold blooded, then Ann felt so hot, both on his hands, on his lap, on his dick... it was like the wailing banshee on his dick was on fire!
The two rode each other for what seemed like hours... although the actual time was more like forty minutes or so when Alan couldn't hold back any more, him finally gushing out vile loads of steaming hot slug spoogy from his aching throbbing member...
Feeling Alan swell inside her was also the last straw for Ann who collapsed on Alan's chest, her having already ridden Alan to several screaming orgasms for herself...
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As the two snuggled around in Alan's bed-tub, both feeling as if they were completely lubed up from top to bottom, they playfully fondled and kissed each other. A sudden spark of kinky inspiration led Ann to guide her tail around to Alan's thighs, where it proceeded to creep up and, supposedly aimed for his ass, thrust in...
Alan gasped as he felt the sudden penetration, there having been hardly any resistance due to the being so completely lathered up in a now thick coat of his slime... but it wasn't his butt Ann's tail had found.
To be continued? Oh hell no.
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Ann smiled as she held Alan tight, having on prior boyfriends found ass-play quite fun to partake in, no matter if it was her or the boyfriend that was on the receiving end... and with her tail she'd just discovered a new sextoy to use for that purpose.
"Oh relax... I promise you, you'll love this once you get used to it" Ann lovingly whispered, twisting her tail around inside Alan, who in return just moaned with deeply conflicting stimuli...
With Ann's tail inside his fem-sex, Alan almost couldn't control the urge to pump his bone's around to female... gods - what wouldn't Ann say?
She said "Of the chain..."
Alan regained his breath, having almost blacked out from the intense pleasure he had felt from being so abruptly and brutally penetrated by Ann's tail... it must have been at least six or seven inches in, because he could have sworn that he'd felt the tip of her tail tickle his cervix... which was a little odd to think about... but still... it had so good... no male orgasm had even been that powerful, not that he could remember anyway.
Ann wasn't quite sure what had just happened... but as Alan gasped for some water she quite ran, very naked, very sticky, out to the basement bathroom and got a cup of water for him... her... whatever...
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Alan propped himself up on his elbows, feeling an odd tingling between his thighs. As he lowered the cup from his lips he looked down and saw, to his horror, several things.
First he noticed that his breasts were out... that was bad enough - but Ann... Ann was down between his legs, poking and prodding at his...
"Ann!" Alan half-shouted... not quite wanting her to stop, but at the same time feeling very wrong in a very confusing kind of way...
"If this for real?" Ann said, not taking her head away from Alan's fleshy and slimy folds...
Closing his eyes for a moment, thinking his situation over, that Ann probably could hold the secret of his gender identity - and that trying to cover up now was a little too late - Alan sighed: "Slugs in nature are hermaphrodites... I got that too"
Ann's head snapped up from between his legs and slip up to rest of his belly: "Oh my god... you mean... you could really have... you got a period yet?"
"None that I've noticed... but I'm so used to sliming up every now and then that I don't think I'd notice..." Alan said, which was true.
Ann suddenly got a devious smile on her reptilian face, after which she darted down between Alan's legs again: "Well... I've never really tried anything with a girl before..."
Alan would have said something, but Ann then suddenly took hold of hold his thighs and thrust her tapered snout into his fem-sex, her tongue darting deep into him, pulling out never before tasted juices...
Writhing in pleasure, much like before, but this time far more uninhibited, Alan trembled as Ann quickly got the gist of cunnilingus - and so rapidly sucked away as Alan's she-juices which she found most arousing... and tasting a little like beer...
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To be cumtinued.