{"sf1_id":607753,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Shell Shocked and Loving It","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2740,"posted_at":"2013-10-29T01:26:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/F","Story Progression","Transformation","Turtle"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607753-shell-shocked-and-loving-it","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/607753","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=607753\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#16 of Robbin Red","content":"\n When\nthe sun rose in the morning, its rays shown in on two very tired humans wrapped\nin each other's arms. A few seconds later that changed entirely. It was now one\nhuman male, and in the place of the female, there was a rather hard shell.\nInside the shell was a snoring reptile of the turtle persuasion. Jon-Tom woke\nimmediately. This was largely due to his one arm becoming severely pinched\nunder her carapace. He looked at her through bleary eyes and started. He had\nassumed her changes would be restricted to mammals. He should have known\nbetter. He himself had just been a dragon. You can't get much scalier than\nthat!\n He\nwrestled his arm loose, in the process jostling her awake. She smiled, or at least\ntried to smile. She went to move and recognized that she was in a form clumsier\nthan most. One wave of a green, clawed hand in front of her face proved she was\nno longer human and no longer mammalian. She got to her feet and dashed to the\nmirror. One look and she sighed. \"I had hoped that something like this might\nwait a bit longer to occur. You'll have to excuse me a moment dear.\" She\nsqueezed past the bathroom door and shut it.\n Jon-Tom\nrubbed his eyes. They had been up most of the night again. He didn't mind, but\nit made getting up all the more difficult. He was glad she headed to the\nbathroom. It was going to take him a moment to gear himself up for sex with\nsomething not from the same family tree as himself. On the other hand, he was\nrather curious. He remembered some of the tales Mudge used to tell him of his sexploits,\nwhich among other creatures included a female salamander and a rather wild\nbasilisk lizard. All Jon-Tom could think of was old Opiode, the slimy wizard\nthat had drawn him into a battle with Markus, the magician from his own world.\nBut truth be told, intelligent reptiles and amphibians were fairly rare. He was\ncurious how their mixed physiology was going to mesh.\n By the\ntime she came out a few minutes later, he had mentally prepared for the task\nahead. She seemed more than ready. She pulled herself back up on the bed with far\nmore grace than she did in leaving it. \"Sooo. Are you ready to make this little\nturtle the happiest one on the planet?\" Her voice sounded a bit different, as\nit often did when she changed, but hers now had a dulcet ring to it. It seemed\nsomehow out of place in a turtle, yet vaguely familiar.\n He\ngrabbed her hand, half expecting it to be hard and gnarly. It was surprisingly\nsoft and supple. Her lips were a bit more rigid, which was no great surprise.\nHis mentor seemed to have the ability to downturn his lips, but never pull them\ninto a smile. Hers were well on their way to forming an upward facing half\ncircle. Her shell was the only encumbrance, and with it, the placement of her\ngenitalia. Still, they had all day, so\nthere was no rush. He ran his fingers over her shell, following the plates and\nridges, savoring the subtle colors and patterns.\n She\nclosed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers as they glided over her\nexposed skin, and even sensing their passage as they crisscrossed her shell.\nShe was forced to shiver a little. Jon-Tom could hardly tell that she had just\nbeen through a good four hours of foreplay and sexual contortions to make any\ngood call girl throw in the towel. Each time she assumed a new form it seemed\nto recharge her vigor and desire. It was a good thing she had recharged his\nhealing ability. His only concern was the fact that she was pregnant. But with\nher having his power, there was little chance of the baby coming to harm. There\nwas still a lot to talk about concerning that particular matter, but for now,\nhe was willing to let it drop. There was, after all, nothing either of them\ncould do about it right now.\n As he\nthought, as was his wont, his fingers traveled ever lower. He was curious just\nwhat the sexual apparatus was like in an anthropomorphic, human sized turtle.\nThe first thing that he discovered was while she looked every bit the turtle,\nshe was warm to the touch, and where it counted, quite hot and damp. He ran\nsome fingers into her cunt, finding no hindrance to their progress. All the\nbetter. He was beginning to find hymens more of a hassle than a turn on. He\nchuckled to himself, for it was sign he was getting to old and jaded.\n As for\nher, when his fingers hit her soft pink glistening flesh, she reacted by nearly\ncoming undone from her shell. It was as if no one had ever touched her there,\nwhich, for all intents and purposes, was true. Each form was new, and the\nsensations each one felt were different. He should know, having occupied quite\nthe variety of forms himself. She was tight, as he expected, and wondered\nbelatedly whether a turtle in this world gave birth or laid eggs. It wasn't\nsomething he had ever considered during all his years. His mentor had never\ndiscussed it, and he had never brought up the question. It hardly mattered, or\ncourse, seeing as she was already pregnant. Tomorrow she would be herself\nagain, and the next day something entirely different.\n But now\nwas now, and time for more than fingers. He had pushed them in as far as they\nwould go and found no end. It made a lot of sense really. The main portion of\nher internal sexual organs had to be fairly deep inside. Luckily for her, he\nwas well equipped for tickling such deep recesses. The only thing left was\nchoosing a proper position. Turtles were by their nature rather inflexible. He\nhad seen regular turtles getting it on back on earth, and they had one\nposition. He thought he could rather increase that to at least three.\n He\nrolled her over onto her plastron. She instinctively pushed her backside up\nwith her legs, giving him a fairly clear shot.\nIt was still a bit clumsy. He ended up sliding a leg on either side to\nget up against the base of her shell, where she could drop down on top with\nease. She did just that. She wiggled around until his head found her hole, and\nworked up and down to make it lubricated. It took her a full minute and a half\nto engulf him in his entirety; no small feat. It accompanied by such a variety\nof vocalizations as he had rarely heard. Never once she say or utter a word;\njust an unending series of clicks, groans and coos right up to the time he hit\nbottom.\n Then\nthings went quiet. But she was hardly still. He could feel her squeezing him\nwith incredibly strong muscles. She pushed herself up a bit on her arms, but\nnot far. It was just enough to grant her leverage. She pushed down even harder,\nhard enough in fact to press the edge of her shell lightly into his belly. He\ncould feel the head of his cock pressing tightly against her cervix, if that\nwas what she had. Whatever he had expected, this was not it. Her first full movements\nwere slow and deliberate, her muscle squeezing tightly as they pulled along his\nlength. Her little noises resumed. He was stifling some of his own.\n It was\nlike having a well lubricated hand job. It was also like a lot of the nicely\ntight holes he had plumbed in the past, but in her present form, not something\nhe had believed possible. One did not think turtle and sexy in the same\nsentence. But heck, a female one had to look attractive to a male; right?\n On-Tom\nwas propped on his own hands, leaning slightly back. In his now youthful\ncondition, he could hold this position for hours. He rather hoped that was the\ncase. It wasn't often he had something new and interesting to hold his\nattention. Heck, he might even have to mix it up later. For now, the feelings\nshe was stirring in his loins were plenty good enough. As she got into the\nrhythm of things, she made her pulls longer and longer, finally getting to the\npoint of pulling to the head of his cock before dropping back down. \n It\ndidn't take long for him to cum. Despite a busy evening the night before, he\nwas fully recharged. He only hoped she had room for everything he was spewing\nforth. She took it with relish, emitting a high pitched little cry as she came\nin time with him. She held herself up for a moment before collapsing forward.\nShe slid off with a pop and a splash, followed by a disappointed sigh.\n \"God I\nneeded that!\" \nJon-Tom gave her a questioning\nlook, one she couldn't presently see. It had to be something with this form,\nbecause a few hours ago, they had made love until he thought certain body parts\nwere going to break. \"It was good for me too. I'm rather surprised I came so\nquickly. You really have a grip on this new body, don't you?\"\nHe couldn't see her face. It was\ntoo bad, with the crafty look she had. \"That's not the only thing I've got a\ngrip on! Oh, my wonderful lover, you'll find I have full control over this form,\njust as if I've had it my entire life. I think it's been waiting for just the\nright person to excite it. Are you ready to go again?\" It was question, but she\nwas already getting back into position.\n\"For you dear, anything. Just\nremember, I probably have a schedule of appointments today. I've already lost a\nfew days to being a dragon.\" \nShe stopped for a moment. Then she\nturned her head back to glance at him. \"I believe your schedule is free today,\nexcept for me. It looks like I get to have the full attention of the Lord Mayor\ntoday!\" He was still hard, so gliding back over it with a now well lubricated\nhole was no problem for her. This time, however, she had purposely tighten her\ncunt so that as she pushed down over him, he felt a lot more resistance. She\nreally knew how to use this body. By the time she had painstakingly hit bottom,\nhe was ready to blow again!\nAn hour later, he was so into her\nnew form that he pushed his healing to keep himself hard. Despite the\nawkwardness of their respective bodies, it was a unique challenge readily\naccepted. But after their fifth orgasm, he slid off the bed. She sighed with\naudible sadness. \"Are we done already?\"\nHe snickered. \"Like you'd let me be\ndone so soon!\" He walked over and rummaged around for a bit until he found his\nduar. Sitting down on the bench, he plucked the strings for a moment. She\ngiggled.\n\"Oh goody! You're going to serenade\nme! \nHe smiled. He was going to serenade\nher alright. He had the perfect song too. He got the tune right in his head,\nand began playing. She had never heard so many of the songs that he had grown\nup with, because there had been so little time, both back in her native Germany\nback home on Earth, and here as well. It would be fun singing some now. But\nthis one was going to be special. His voice rang out clear and strong. \"Imagine\nme and you, I do, I think about you day and night, it's only right...\"\nShe was immediately enthralled. So\nmuch so, in fact, that she failed to notice the change coming over him as he\nsang. It wasn't until he was finished singing \"Happy Together\" that she focused\non him. He was sitting there on the bench, now looking everything and beyond like\nthe male of her dreams. Now generally, a species stuck to a species, even here,\nbut the boundaries were rather loose. This was only untrue with Jon-Tom (and\nhis old friend Mudge). But even among turtles there had to be ugly ones. He was\nnot one of them. His shell was as polished as marble, and each plate was a\nswirl of color. His skin, while green, was striped here and there with yellow\nand red. He wasn't so much a creature as he was a living piece of art. \nShe stared from the bed, no quite\nbelieving her eyes. She finally found her voice. \"I didn't think that you could\nchange like that! I mean, after everything with the dragon and all...\"\nHe stood up, setting down his\ninstrument. \"You did the dragon it's true, but you seem to forget I still have\nformidable power. I just can't use it as simply and as wantonly as I had been.\nI have to put some effort into again. But I'm still capable of doing things\nlike this. What do you think?\"\nThe fact that she nearly had to\npick her eyeballs off the floor was evidence enough. But those same eyes\nnarrowed a bit. You could almost see the light bulb flashing inside her head.\n\"I think that this particular transformation is particularly brilliant. It's\nsomething that for all my ideas of how this day might have gone is beyond my\nwildest expectations. I assume everything works in this form as in your\noriginal?\"\nHe chuckled a little. \"Everything\nis in prime and working order. Did you want to test it out?\" \nShe jumped over and grabbed his\nsmooth green hand. \"Mister, if I wanted you before, I really want you now. This\nis going to be a whole lot more exciting than I realized when I woke up this\nmorning!\"\nIt was here that they found out\nthat being of the same form and species didn't necessarily make sex any easier.\nIn fact, it made it more difficult. Right up to the point where he opted to\nmeet her face to face. It was a little weird, adjusting to new proportions and\nall, but he was determined to make it work. And it did. The interesting this\nwas his cock. It hadn't dawned on him before, but out of necessity this form\nneeded the extra length to reach its target. He had to make some adjustments,\nbut outside of that, he was ready to roll.\nShe was thrilled. The rest of the\nafternoon was spent in sensual and sexual exploits of the kind he had never\nbeen prepared to have with this kind of person. His old mentor had been\ncrotchety, cranky and no one ever loved him. She was the complete opposite, but\nthen that was fairly normal. She was young, and he had been old, so maybe\nJon-Tom was being too hard on him. He knew now how age can wear you thin.\nSo could she, and in all the right\nspots. Her present ability to \"milk\" him was doing a number on his cock. If it\nweren't for his trusty healing ability, he would have cried uncle hours ago. As\nit was, there was a mess on the bed, and down its sides, and on the floor from\nthe abundance of fluids flowing. He was half expecting her to \"clean\" it up as\nthey went, but she put him in his place. \"There will time enough for that when\nwe're done. And I'll have you know I'm nowhere near being done! Do I make\nmyself clear?\"\nShe did. She went at it with\nrenewed gusto, despite the obvious signs that she was tiring. He didn't fret\nover this; if she needed to recharge, she had the ability to do it. Besides, if\nshe grew too tired, he was more than happy to take over. And so it went for the\nnext few hours. By the time night came, they both fell into an exhausted sleep,\nboth with smiles on their turtle faces. Before he drifted off to sleep, a\nthought struck him. Eve had thought he needed something mundane to do. He was\njust wondering when the mundane part was going to kick in!"}