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Written for Prescott in September 2020. Some nice cuddly cosy times with a bit of sinking, merging and transformation; it's a lovely way to relax, isn't it? And you never know what sort of transformation might happen in the meantime... <3
It was late into the afternoon, and Prescott the pine marten sat back on the floor. Naomi the opossum was tucked against his blue and white fur, her head rested against a shoulder. It was nice simply to be there together, and to say something every so often.
The marten's fuzzy body rose and fell with each breath, as outside was quiet save for the occasional rattle of windows in the wind. Usually Naomi tended to be a lot smaller than him, a little brown and cream opossum girl able to fit in one of his paws, but today she had been a very good cuddling size. Prescott's fluffy blue tail and her slinky pink tail were wrapped together. They were warm, but not too warm. It was very cosy indeed.
"Feeling good?" asked the possum, looking up at him.
"Mmm. You're comfy, and you've a good scent. Having a nice day?"
"Good good. Yeah, I'm happy, I got you a surprise, I know you like those."
Ears perking, tail brushing back and forth. "Oh? Well, when will I get to see it?"
"Hmm. You'll know, I think. Tell you what..." and Naomi didn't finish her sentence, lifting to press into a kiss, small at first but getting deeper. Prescott returned it, found licks and warm huffy breaths, and ended up shuffled about with the possum girl under him.
Being affectionate wasn't a surprise, but it was nice. Tails wound closer, as the possum sprawled and cuddled the marten on top of her, muzzles together and paws brushing up and down from ears to sides. Naomi enjoyed a gentle blush, which Prescott could feel against his face. Her glasses bobbed in place, giving a soft gasp as she eased one of his paws into her pouch. Nimble fingers traced around her belly, as she drew their tails in to tease the marten.
More and more of his arm ended up pulled into her pouch, which felt warm and oddly soft. Where the marten's weight was on Naomi, he began to sink in, kneeled legs and paws seeping through fluff into the softness beyond. The possum looked solid enough, but as far as he was concerned she was soft and viscous all over, like quicksand.
"Surprise," she murmured, licking around Prescott's tongue and muffling him in a kiss. Slowly, surely, his body was slipping into hers.
Naomi rolled them both until she was on top, holding their kiss for a while longer until she broke it to nibble on an ear. Warm, gooey possum seemed to lap through his fur, holding his arms and legs together. The marten nuzzled her neck, feeling it gently give under his snout. His slim tail was entirely caught up in the thick possumy tail, and he couldn't seem to pull it free.
"Rrf, you're just so warm, it's like I'm stuck in your pouch," murmured Prescott. "W-what happens when I'm all inside you?"
"Well, you'll be part of me," she said, kissing his cheek. "Then I'll think of something to turn us into. But first, let's keep you sinking."
The possum rolled onto her back again, sprawling out as the stuck Prescott edged ever deeper. Paws and body tried to move through the gooey Naomi, but it was tough to get anywhere. The faster he moved, the more resistance he found, like his limbs were all tied up and all he could do was fall further. Much of his body was inside her now, with gooey cream fur up to the marten's chest and around his scruff. There certainly seemed to be a lot more room inside the gooey possum than there looked to be from the outside.
Naomi blushed, wiggling her fingers and licking at the air. Prescott felt some eager fondling, like someone was teasing him within the goo, which seemed to be very much what Naomi was doing.
"You're surrounded in me, so I can do /this/," she whispered, giving him a good long lick that he could really feel going from tail round to sheath. Whatever magic she had put behind this was very good, as Prescott whined and rolled his head back; every little move of her paw and muzzle were translated into place.
"Cocooned in poss," he mumbled, sunk right down to his neck as Naomi rubbed through his scruff and over his ears, virtually licking and teasing him out of his sheath, more and more. Her tight cuddle and playful tongue were happily distracting, the marten's poke excitedly rubbing up into the goo. "Caught in poss, sinking in poss, d-drowning in poss..."
"Yeah. There'll be a bit of that. Don't worry, though, I'm right here."
His neck went under, then everything became dim and muted as Prescott's eyes and ears slipped under, leaving just his muzzle. Naomi gave the marten a nice long kiss, before leaning back. Thick warmth flooded his mouth and nose, a few bubbles popped up, and then he was gone; floating, sinking, drifting. No air, just warm Naomi in his muzzle and ears and everywhere.
Prescott couldn't move, but he could still feel the possum continuing to tease him. It was already warm in here, and the playfulness only made him feel warmer. Huffs and pants, little struggles against the surrounding goo, every sensation so much more potent without other senses and with the growing lack of air to focus him. Thoughts started to swim. Naomi had him merged in close, wrapped up in the deepest possible hug, and she said it'd be fine so it'd be fine. He had the urge to make the most of his situation before passing out, and so the marten wiggled and pushed against his cocoon and the imaginary possum muzzle as much as he could. Just a little more, almost there, so close...
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Feathers.
It took a few moments before Prescott's mind started to run again. He was awake.
Feathers. All over. On his legs and body. And arms. No, wings. That colourful point in his vision would be a beak, then. And that warm bundle of feathers next to him, wouldn't that be...
Naomi rolled over, one of her wings flopping over him. Big and black, with a white belly. All the colour was in the big puffin beak, cute round patterns of red, gold and black. His seemed quite similar to hers.
"It's been about a week," murmured Naomi the puffin, tiredly. Prescott realised that he already knew that, because he could remember being her. Memories filtering though. Possum all over. Watching, feeling, experiencing. The directness of a prehensile tail. Hands idly in a pouch. Practicing a spell. Actually casting it.
"I'm having a lazy day. Go do puffiny stuff," she whispered.
"I'm in no hurry," replied Prescott the puffin, rubbing beaks with her and getting cosy under a wing.
Together like that, he thought of the last time they were cuddled up just so. Memories of sinking, teasing, getting so close and excited...
"I can feel that, you know," said Naomi, softly. "Soon. It'll be worth the wait."
-fin