{"sf1_id":629616,"sf2_id":null,"title":"One Shade of Gray","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2369,"posted_at":"2013-12-15T14:18:00.000Z","tags":["Cum","Deep Throat","Human","Koala","M/F","Oral","Story Progression","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/629616-one-shade-of-gray","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/629616","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=629616\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#24 of Robbin Red\n\nSo life returns to normal for Jon-Tom. Wait...normal?","content":" Joe-Tom\nstill looked like hell even after getting cleaned up. And, to top it off, he\nwas still balking at being restored to his pre-Arthurian self. He certainly looked better; no wild hair and\ncorkscrew nails, but the wrinkles in his face amounted to valleys. There was a\ncertain defiance in his eyes that overlaid a bit of melancholy. Whatever it\nwas, it troubled Sybeele.\n She put\non her happiest face, a little tough after all she had been through in trying\nto rescue him. \"Dear, I know...\" she began. His fist smashed into the table.\n \"Don't\neven go there! You know nothing except what you've experienced in your own\nlife. Anything that I've shared is still just that, a pale echo of the real\nthing. Do you have any idea how much I've aged again? Well neither do I. Alma\nmay have thought she was doing me a favor, but she didn't. Somewhere in the\ntimeline she's dead. Here I am still stuck living. You have no idea how much\nI'd like to change places with her!\"\n Her\nheart sank. She knew he wasn't being mean, but his words hurt. At her young\nage, the idea of living forever was a wonderful one, especially now that she\nhad the man of her dreams. But dreams can have bad endings. Dreams can turn to\nnightmares.\n \"My\ndearest, sweetest husband. You're right; I don't really know what you've been\nthrough. I would be willing to share those memories with you, should you ask\nit. But don't you think you're looking at it all wrong? You and I, we have been\ngiven an extraordinary chance to live life well beyond our mortality. If you\nkeep looking at all the bad stuff, then you cannot help but feel tired and worn\nout. You keep darkening the waters of your life with viewing it as a misery.\nYou need to return to how you were with me, back home. Or better yet, going\nback to the attitude of your youth. I myself have seen things I'm not too sure\nof, but if I spend every day second guessing my decision, then I will be\nwasting many of my days indeed. Even if they are unlimited, I will still be\ncommitting a gross injustice to myself.\"\n He\nnarrowed his eyes at here. \"I think I liked you better when you were a simple\nchild back in Germany.\"\n She\ncracked a grin. \"So did I. I was simpler, sweeter, and much more naïve back\nthen. And a lot tighter too, don't you think?\"\n His\neyes remained narrowed for a moment longer. Then they softened and he let out a\ngruff laugh. \"Oh shut up! You know that between the two of us, you can be the\ntightest little cunt ever known. This has nothing to do with the physical\naspects of life. It has everything to do with the effects all of this has on a\nmind. You hardly need me going off the deep end, even if I don't have my full\npower.\" \n She\nlaid her hand on his. He could feel the pulse of energy lying just under her\nskin. \"Power is nice, but there is no power greater than love. I can create all\nsorts of things, but I cannot make someone love me. I have that in you, and if\nit were in my power, I'd give up this exceptional life for an ordinary one with\nyou. Would you do the same?\"\n In a\nquick motion he flipped his hand over, grasping hers in his. \"Yes. But you know\nit's not that simple.\" He felt a thrill of electricity run up his arm.\n \"Simple?\nLike a one celled creature? Would you really want to devolve into something so\nbasic? You are the closest thing to a god I have ever heard about. Eve is equal\nto you in many ways, but there is one where she is better. She still has a new\nperspective on life.\"\n Jon-Tom\nsnorted. \"She is life! She is hardly a fit topic when it comes to discussing life.\nWhat she is today is my doing. I sometimes wonder if I did the right thing.\"\nThen he fell silent; deep in thought. Sybeele was wise enough to leave him to\nhis pondering. \n It was\nquiet in the house for the next half an hour. Neither one moved. When he finally\nstirred, his eyes seemed a bit brighter. \"You know my dearest little delight, I\nthink I hate you.\" He said it matter of factly. She didn't immediately take it\npersonally.\n \"And\nwhy is that?\"\n He\nsighed. \"Because you forced me to reconsider my actions and their repercussions\nas well as my personal feelings. I have been feeling sorry for myself again.\nClothahump once told me you could pout a little, but feeling sorry, for a\nwizard anyway, was out of the question. To tell you the truth, I'd rather feel\nsorry for myself.\"\n \"I\nunderstand, really I do. But would you really throw away a life you have far\ngreater control over than most mortals do? Think of all of those people whose\nlives you touched. Think of the joy you gave them. Think of the joy you give\nme!\"\n He felt\nthat electricity again, running though his veins. She was right. He was beyond\nhis original self in so many ways, but his emotional growth had not kept pace.\nHow could it? He had gone from a simple college kid to the most powerful being on\nthe planet; a planet that was not the one he was even born on. He flipped\nthrough his memories, finding ones that made him smile. He remembered Roseroar,\nall those many centuries ago. Suddenly, it felt like yesterday. He remembered\nhis old friends. He felt a pang of regret that they were no longer here, but at\nthe same time realized that there were hundreds of folks around who could be\nhis new friends.\n Like Huntchy.\nThe horse's initial anger at his interference seemed to have turned into a\nfriendship. He would be a fool to let that slip away. Drawing in a deep breath,\nhe held it, and exhaled slowly. \"You're right. I've gotten wrapped up in the\nnegative aspects. I need to take a firm stance on who I am and what I am.\"\n \"Good!\"\nshe cried. \"This is just what I wanted to hear. Now, after being celibate for a\nfew centuries, what say you and I break that dry spell?\" He laughed ruefully. \"And\nhow long has it been for you; oh, let's see. A day or so?\" She punched him in\nthe shoulder.\n \"You\nseem to forget we brought you back to nearly the same time as when you left.\nThe same goes for me. We've been searching for you for a awhile. I've aged days\nlooking for you in the time stream. Do you have any idea how many forms you've\nlost a chance to try out?\"\n \"Absolutely\nnone! I seem to recall you can still make the forms when you're not otherwise\nforced to do so. So I've missed nothing. \"\n She\nsputtered. \"Well, aren't you crass? What say we catch up on some of those that\nyou missed? I know you want to see Huntchy, but I think he has a few days worth\nof pleasure to handle under his own roof. You wouldn't want to interrupt him,\nnow would you?\"\n For an\nanswer he scooped her up and cradled her in his arms. She responded by morphing\ninto something soft-furred and gray. She had rounded ears and a thick set body.\nHe knew the form right away. \"You know, I knew a koala once. Remind me to tell\nyou the story some time. \n She\ngrinned from ear to ear. \"I'd love to hear it...later!\"\n He\ncarried her up the stairs to their bedroom. He was feeling better by the\nminute. It was like when you had a really big headache, and it's finally easing\nup. It's nearly imperceptible until it you suddenly realize it's gone. He stretched,\npopping his long unused joints. He flexed his fingers, noticing for the first\ntime that they appeared younger. He gave a stern look to his wife.\n \"I\nnever asked for youthening!\"\n She\npurred up from the bed. \"And I never gave you any. You're as old as you feel.\nLiterally, you're as old as you feel. I think your body is responding to your\nmind. So come to bed and let's see what we can do about restoring you back to\nthat wonderfully cute young husband of mine!\"\n He\nhardly needed coaxing. The closer he was to her, the more he wanted her. She\nmade sure by grabbing his cock with two soft, furry paws. A koala was by nature\na little slow, and she was going to put that to good use. She wiggled into\nposition and got her mouth over his the head of his cock, rolling he tongue\naround it with unabashed delight. She worked over it an inch at a time. When he\nwent to reduce the size of it to make it easier for her, she sunk her claws\ninto his flesh. He took the hint.\n She\nlingered over every movement. In time, she was able to force the whole thing\ndown her throat. She pushed and pulled with slow deliberation. He reacted by\nlatching onto her big ears with a painfully tight grip. She ignored the nails\ndigging into her tender flesh and concentrated on working the length of his\ncock. This was all about him now. He had given to so many, including her; she\nwas willing to undergo a little discomfort for all he had done.\n As she\nworked the length of his manhood, she dreamily remembered their first experience\ntogether. She had been so willing, and at the same time so frightened. He was a\nlot to take, even now when she knew what she was doing. His cock filled her\nmouth and throat, threatening to choke her. She had to keep reminding herself\nshe had nothing to fear. Sometimes it was hard to think of herself on the same\nlevel as he was.\n She found\na rhythm that seemed to bring a series of low groans from her mate. She got\ninto this groove and stayed there for the longest time. She was hoping he was\nenjoying himself. For an answer, she felt his fingernails dig in even tighter\ninto her poor ears. Then he tensed up. She thought about sliding off, but\nhaving done this once before, knew she would never be allowed to do it. Sure\nenough, he ground her face into his crotch.\n Jon-Tom\nhad no idea how much sexual tension was built up in his body. He had a good run\nwith Alma, but despite the present timeline, that experience was a few\ncenturies old now. Sybeele with her soft gray fur and even softer pink mouth\nwere bringing him over the top. He unconsciously grabbed her ears. They made\nperfect handles and he used them as such. Her ministrations were slow and delicate.\nHe needed something hard and fulfilling. With decided vigor he began slamming\nhis crotch in her face. He didn't even feel bad about it. He humped her face,\nthe head of his cock squeezing forcefully past the ridges in her throat. All at\nonce he tightened up, forcing her head against his crotch with a death grip.\n He didn't\ncum as much as he exploded inside her. She could feel the stuff as it traveled\nthe length of his cock. It was followed by a buildup of heat and fluid that\npushed its way the rest of the distance to her stomach. It just kept coming.\nShe knew better than to fight it. She relaxed and allowed it to flow. When he\nwas done, she left loose a mental sigh. No matter how a girl took him, he was a\nlot to handle. \n He\nstill had an iron grip on her ears. He pulled her partway back. She thought she\nmight just have a chance to take a normal breath. No such luck. He was working\nher head over his still-hard cock like a wash woman doing clothes. She relaxed her throat to save any unintentional\ndamage he might do in his present frenzy. She only wished he'd have a little\nconsideration for her ears.\n When he\ncame again, it was with more force than the first time. Apparently the initial ejaculation\nhad lubed the way for the second. This time it came like a torrent, flowing\nunabashedly in great waves. By the time he was done, she felt like her stomach\nwas bloated and her ears had multiple piercings.\n He let\nloose his grip, but not without the foresight of healing the abused flesh. She\ncould have done so herself, but was grateful for the kindness. His cock slid\nout of her throat and mouth with a noisy pop, and he collapsed on the bed with\na smile on his face. It was a big, warm, satisfied smile.\n She got\nherself situated and lay next to him. \"My, my, my! Someone is in an abusive\nmood today!\" she teased.\n He\npulled her close. \"Sorry about that. The last time I had sex it was with a\ndragon/unicorn. I kind of forget that you were a soft and cuddly koala.\"\n She bit his nipple hard. \"Never\nunderestimate the power of soft and cuddly!\"\n He\ntackled her where she lay. \"Oh, I never have, not once in my life. Well, maybe\nonce or twice. But I believe that the female body had three holes suitable for\ninvestigation. One has passed inspection. What say we delve into the other two?\"\n She\nthrew her arms around his neck. \"It all depends. Do you want it easy, or do you\nwant it to be difficult? I don't want you getting bored!\"\n He got\na sly look on his face. \"Surprise me. As for you, you're only going to get it\none way.\"\n She\nwrinkled her nose at him. \"Oh, and how's that?\"\n She\ncould feel his erection growing. \"Oh, the only way I know how to give it...the\nhard way!\""}