Ro3: Pillow Talk

Shannon lay back on the bed, grinning widely as she enjoyed the feeling of Taylor licking the jizz off of her body. It was a warm wet and ticklish sensation, and far preferable to her post-masturbation towel offs. She felt a stirring from deep within her, but with some effort repressed the urge to grow erect. She knew from experience that she didn't have anything left to give, and she'd be far too sensitive to go another round. Maybe if she hadn't been pleasuring herself the past few days, but as it was...

On a whim she commanded Taylor to kiss her, instantly regretting it when she wound up with a mouth full of her own seed. Women were the best at kissing, they understood it was about expressing your feelings for another person, about giving up your mind as much as your body. Taylor's lips were able to articulate the depths of her devotion to her without so much as a word. It was fiery, it was honest, it was energetic, it was... Incredibly bitter. Shannon pulled away and spat her cum back onto her tits, aiming for the nipples, and commanded Taylor to get back to work.

She didn't stop when Shannon was clean, her tongue continued to quest at her flesh, lapping at her nipples as though she expected Shannon to excrete milk. She worked her way downward again, flitting at Shannon's naval, all the way down to her sheath as she attempted to coax out her friend once again. Shannon sighed, as nice as this afterplay was she needed to get back to work. Napea wasn't going to slay herself.

“No, we're done for now Taylor. Why don't you go ahead and get dressed,” Shannon smiled as Taylor bent awkwardly to try to lick the horse spunk off of herself, obviously she appreciated the taste a bit more than Shannon. “No, leave that where it is. I want to smell myself on you. I want everyone to know that you're mine.” Did Sharon get this possessive of her mares? No, not mare, Shannon reminded herself. She might have a horse cock between her legs, but she was still a woman dammit.

Taylor began to get dressed, starting by sliding the dildo back inside of her, and then bending over more to show off her sopping cunt than to slide up her panties. As long as the ring was active that would be the only phallus that would fill the Asian beauty besides Shannon herself, it filled her with pride to kno—Fuck, she was letting herself get distracted again. Bad penis!

With some difficulty Shannon turned her thoughts back towards the ring. Taylor was her ****, and apparently not just when it came to sex. If she was willing to kill for her and that carried over to her next transformation, and Shannon couldn't see why it wouldn't, then perhaps it was time to weaponize her. She'd been putting it off long enough, the ring may be a great danger but it was also her greatest asset. As long as she never used it on herself she could be fine... Although even as she thought it she remembered her temptation at increasing her virility. She made a silent deal with herself, if she successfully turned Taylor into a demon killing machine then she'd have a bit of fun with herself. After all, it would only be her first transformation, that would give her two more changes to use against Napea and one more to turn herself back.

Perhaps because she was so busy rationalizing wasting a change on something as selfish as the ability to cum more than once a day she didn't put quite as much thought into her next three words as she maybe could have.

“Mystically enhanced niiiiinnnja.” Shannon silently prayed that extending that last word wouldn't have any undesired effects, but as she had been saying it she realized she was being a touch racist. As much as she wished she could pin her word choice on her love for dated movies, ninja had only occurred to her because Taylor was Asian.

The transformation began and Shannon leaned forward excitedly on the bed to see just how Taylor's change would occur. The tattoos on her shoulder and lower back began to swirl and combine, the only resilient feature being the stallion's piercing gaze and flared nostrils. Her back may as well have been water for the way the ink flowed across its canvas, spreading in ever wider swirls of colour before finally settling down. Within moments Taylor was blessed with a massive tattoo covering the entirety of her back. An intricately inked stallion rearing back, designed with such detail that Shannon could practically hear it screeching and snorting derisively. The colours and scenery surrounding the rearing animal were so vivid and detailed she might have been looking at a photo were it not for the brilliant colours and Asian stylistic choices. There was a Japanese character behind the stunning beast, but its meaning eluded Shannon entirely. The S branded into her ass was another story, despite the change this ninja was obviously still hers.

Her body changed subtly as well, her muscles growing slightly only to condense even as it replaced much of her scant body fat. In a slight panic Shannon craned her head to get a look at Taylor's breasts, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw they weren't affected. Her thighs and hips remained about the same as well, which made sense when Shannon thought about it. Gynoid fat wouldn't have been much depleted over a life of intensive training. Despite the increase in well toned muscle she was becoming even more lithe than before, positively supple. Taylor bent down as to lift up her bra up off the floor, and Shannon was amazed with her flexibility. The girl hadn't bent her knees at all!

“Taylor?”

“Yes mistress?”

“Can you tell me a bit more about yourself? About your early life? Your training?” Shannon asked, trying to get a feel for just how much the former cheerleader's memories had been changed.

Taylor's back straightened and she dropped her bra, this was obviously a subject she had a hard time broaching. Or, thought she had a hard time broaching may be more accurate. Nonetheless, it had been a request from her mistress, so... “Well, I told you about how hard my parents were, right? They were... Traditional, let's put it that way. They couldn't accept how the Yakuza had changed, how they had left the path of the sword and turned everything into business. Naturally my upbringing mirrored my parents' distaste for the modern era, they **** me to follow the path of... Promise me you wont laugh? The path of the ninja. At the age most girls were handed dolls to play with I was given blades, my first pet was a wolf I had to out stalk in order to get to bed. They didn't even feed me, I had to steal scraps from the kitchen without being seen or I went hungry. I was thirteen when they first had me... Mistress, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Shannon nodded slowly, she was as lost in as she was aghast at Taylor's story. Again she horrified at what she had done to the poor girl. How could three innocent words create such a dark past?

Taylor took in a deep breath and continued, “When they first had me kill a man. It was him or me, I don't even know what he did to warrant... I won, obviously, and I was given the stallion over the next two years. They called it my birthday present, told me that the blood on my hands made me an adult. They didn't say anything about the blood on my heart. If you think your back is sore when your chest is developing, imagine how painful that would be with a full back tattoo slowly being etched into your body. What's more, as crazy as this sounds, I think they put more into me than just ink. As they dug that needle into me day after day I began to feel different, better, faster, stronger. Healthy as a horse, as they say.” She chuckled to herself. “I can even see things sometimes, like there's been these green crackling lights in your house that... Or I can do things like... It's hard to explain, sorry. I'll get back to the point.

When I was fifteen one of my teachers caught a glimpse of my tattoo and asked me about it. I broke down and explained everything. Well, everything except how many I'd been **** to kill. He called protective services for me and they tried to take me out of the arms of my family, unfortunately a Yakuza clan has a wide reach indeed. I had to be emigrated to ensure my safety. Coming here really changed my life for the better, my upbringing was a thing of the past, I was free to live in the moment! Sure some people found my boundless energy and constant teasing annoying, but I had friends and a social life, I had money and popularity. I was even able to explore my sexuality, as messed up as my interest are. Then I met you... When I saw your cock it awoke something in me. Shannon, I felt a bond there. We're both outcasts in our own way, we can't other people in. You because of your stallion, and me because of mine. You asked if I'd kill for you, Shannon, and to be honest as much as I don't like to think about what I was before I came here I wouldn't hesitate. I... I love you Shannon.”

Love. Shannon's heart quivered at the mention of the word. Only four tiny letters, yet such boundless meaning. Jessica had never said that word to her before. Fuck! Jessica! She'd just cheated on Jessica. How could she have let her libido overwhelm her like that? Was she such a **** to her cock that she couldn't even think straight with the prospect of a willing passage? She was no better than her sister, but at least her sister had the ring as her excuse.

“Taylor, I don't know wh—”

“You don't have to say anything, mistress,” Taylor interrupted. “You obviously have something heavy on your mind just now, or you wouldn't be asking me these things, but I just had to get that off my chest. Enough with all this doom and gloom, this is supposed to be a par-tay after all!”

Shannon couldn't help but smile at that. She could worry about Jessica later, for now she had to be more like Taylor. Living in the moment. Even with such a dark past she was all smiles again, teasing Shannon and trying to coax a good mood back into her as the pair got dressed.

“You know Shannon, I think I saw a bottle of viagra lying in the living room if you want to try for another lap around the circuit...”

“Are you trying to tell me I need to juice to win the wreathe? Just for that I'm going to have to ask you to leave your panties and bra here when we rejoin the party. Your mistress commands it,” Shannon insisted, she was starting to get into the whole mistress thing. Then again, who wouldn't?

“As you wish mistress, but oh gawd! Whatever will hold my dildo in place?” Taylor replied with a wink.

Jessica's arms were shaking when she pulled up as close as she could get to Shannon's house. She had never driven in a downpour as drastic as this one in her life. The wipers barely gave her any reprieve from the onslaught of rain crashing down from on high, she had been relying more on her GPS and the tail lights of the cars in front of her to guide her to her girlfriend's place than on her actual vision. The sheer amount of rain was unbelievable, what had started off as a slight trickle had easily turned into a deluge. She didn't like the idea of going out there without an umbrella, but Shannon would never let it down if she didn't go to her own girlfriend's birthday. Besides, she was running late enough as it was.

Jessica dashed out across the street, shrieking girlishly as she was doused with water and then—Huh. The rain stopped. Or, had it? Jessica looked around, it was still raining everywhere around Shannon's place but not a drop was landing on her lawn. Looking up she saw that a perfect circle had been punched through the dark clouds, revealing a wonderful starry sky and a fat full moon slowly crawling into view. A shiver ran down Jessica's spine she was certain had nothing to do with the chill of the night.

*written by FK