Take Lucy

Lucy looked a little pitiful as she started to stand, coughing from the smoke. Her short height, and slim body looked ****, with her cute style torn up by cuts from the explosion making her appear like a poor innocent caught up in a nightmare situation.

I shuddered as I thought about how strong she’d been when she was kicking me around. Maybe she was just a naturally bold and expressive person, but my cynical side made me suspect another aspect of her youthful personal style was so people would let their guard down around her; clothes that matched her body type well, emphasizing her cuteness while making it seem preposterous in the minds of an onlooker that she might be dangerous.

I know better now… despite how she looks, and the way my heart wants to protect her despite myself, she’s still a hunter, still dangerous. I’ll never have a better time to take her! If I wear her, I can learn more about the others, and her own motivations. And while I wear her, I’ll be able to use her fighting techniques and combat skills… it’s too valuable an opportunity to pass up.

My decision made, I grabbed a piece of rubble, about the size of a baseball, and ran at full speed out of the smoke at her.

“What?? No-”

A moment of panic on Lucy’s face coalesced into action as she almost seamlessly changed her stance and rocketed a kick my way, aiming straight for my face. Rather than blurring together, time seemed to slow as I approached, my skinwalker side feeling a certain vengeful hunger. Despite all my injuries, and everything that’d happened to me, Lucy was still in worse shape. For all the smoothness of it, and the impressive reaction time, Lucy had still winced as she rose her leg. There was a series of bloody cuts on it, her bare legs, exposed from wearing a skirt, not having anything to protect them from the exploding pieces of building that had come apart just a few moments ago.

I slid down on my knees, my whole body falling underneath her kick, before throwing the small chunk of debris at her center of mass. I missed, just but a little, but even then it still struck her shoulder. Lucy cried out in pain, as the energy from her kick and the **** of the thrown hunk of concrete took her off balance, and she started to fall.

It was all the opportunity I needed. I burst into her personal space, the momentum from my slide taking me on top of her as she fell, our faces close. We crashed together in a crunch on the floor, another gasp leaving Lucy’s lips as suddenly I lay on her, on the ground.

“No- I- Alex… how could this a happen?”

She choked out, stunned, before she tried to punch me in the face. The hand that impacted was already deflated. Her eyes widened in shocked horror, before she looked down to see the spines embedded in her lower abdomen, stabbed through her dress as we’d fallen on top of each other.

“Oh fuck…”

Was the last thing she had time to say before her face followed her body, and she was turned into a skinsuit.

Holy shit…

My adrenaline spent, I lay there for just a moment, not even believing what had just happened. In reality, it had only been a few seconds, yet it felt as though a small eternity had passed. Gratitude to be alive flowed through me, along with a huge relief that I’d been able to defeat Lucy. Even if she had been injured and ambushed in a surprise attack, after how she’d taken me down in the apartment I was starting to worry she may have been unstoppable.

A crack emanated from below me, as another part of the floor collapsed. I stumbled up, grabbing Lucy’s skin from the floor as I started trying to get away. As soon as it had dissipated, that fear was back; I was still in a burning building, it’s structural integrity about to give way. I looked back, across the chasm, trying to make out what was happening on the other side. I squinted, trying to make out the anything that looked like it might be a person, not seeing anything for a moment.

That was until I spotted movement. The big guy shook the dust and debris off, before grabbing Grace’s skin and climbing through the window onto the fire escape. My heart stung as I saw him go, conflicted emotions meshing together inside of me. I was happy Grace would get out of here, and so would survive, but I was all too aware that it meant she would still be in the hands of Mortiferis de Infornem. The sounds of even more of the floor giving out stirred me from my thoughts.

I have to focus on escaping myself… There’s no time to put Lucy on, and she’s injured anyway. Wearing her wouldn’t give me an advantage in getting away. I just have to carry her for now.

Through the greasy, unpleasant smoke, I found my way to what remained of the apartment’s entrance, stepping through into the corridor. Luckily the section of room I’d found myself in was the side with the front door of the apartment, and the stairs. The trip down them was uncomfortable, and dark, with the building’s emergency lighting on and the fire alarm screeching. I hadn’t been able to hear it properly from the apartment I’d been in, too much of the floor I was on and the one below it destroyed from the bomb, but here it was piercingly loud. I went down three flights of stairs before I heard panicked voices, and could see other apartment tenants further down the steps, fleeing.

I’ve got to hide her…

Lucy’s skinsuit in my hands would raise more questions than answers, and if some firefighters came up these stairs it would be way too difficult to explain myself if they caught me half wearing her. I let the tenants of the floor I was on clear out before I entered their corridor, stepping into one of their apartments.

Thankfully they left the door open in their panic to get out… makes it a lot easier for me.

By the door, they had well supplied coat rack, and a space for hats too, along with backpacks the kids who lived here must have taken to school with them each day. I grabbed one of the coats and pulled it on, along with a commemorative cap from some theme park called “Captain Scarlett’s”. Finally, I emptied some poor kid’s homework all over the ground as I unceremoniously stuffed Lucy into the backpack.

“Sorry… I hate to have to become a thief, but needs must and all that.”

Guiltily, I got out of there, reflecting on what I’d done.

Well, I suppose it can’t be considered the worst I’ve done. What’s lifting a coat compared to stealing someone’s body? Although I have always given them back, so maybe it’s really just borrowing.

I gave up trying to moralize the crazy situations being turning into a Skinwalker had put me in as I reached the bottom of the stairs, and found chaos waiting for me. Families and student workers and the elderly milled together as they tried to leave the building, as firemen shouted and imposed order among the madness. I just pulled my cap down and joined the queue, filtering out into the messy street, the huge swirling hoi-polloi of evacuees and onlookers and emergency responders alike forming a small sea of people it was easy to get lost in. I couldn’t help but feel grateful again; if not for there being so many, Kobrina and that other guy would surely have been able to find me out here, and then ended me, once and for all.

Some of my other suspicions were confirmed as I wandered away from the street into the night. This was Candida’s street, the Hunters really had taken the apartment just across the way from her. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, a dark amusement that was tinged with a brutal certainty; once I’d told Candida where the hunters were, within twelve hours she’d already blown their building up.

The warm water flowed over my skin, as I tried to clean the grime and dirt off me. There was a pulse from my battered muscles, but it was still relaxing cleaning myself. I’d picked up my own fair share of scrapes and cuts, but even still I was shocked at how fast they seemed to be healing. Any open wounds had closed quickly, scabbing over fast. I’d already eaten; I’d been so hungry when I got in that I couldn’t resist devouring nearly everything that was in the fridge.

A part of me wondered if my body had needed the fuel; enhanced healing came at a steep cost of burning the body's resources, so a great deal of replenishment was required. Finishing off in the shower, I dried myself and walked out of the bathroom, and made my way down to the couch.

“Phew, what a day…”

If anyone had been watching, I’m sure the sight would have looked very strange. A naked young man, covered only in a towel, sitting on a couch with two deflated skinsuits either side, while a third one, damaged one sat on a chair across from him.

I hadn’t gone anywhere near my actual apartment. That was why, right now, I was in a new build house in a new suburban development on the outskirts of the city. Most of the houses were still being built, although some young homebuyers looking to get a foot on the property ladder and get housing a little cheaper had taken advantage of the slightly discounted rates while the estate was still in development. That explained the two skinsuits on the couch; a young couple who had the misfortune to be just moved into the house I chose. With the workers away home for the night, and few of the houses that had already been built actually being lived in, it was the perfect place for me to lay low.

Going back to my own apartment was too dangerous, now that the hunters knew where I lived. It seemed each of the three had very different styles, and although Lucy had tried to act like my girlfriend to get in subtly, I had no idea of how the other two would have done it. Images of them taking all my flatmates hostage, or even just waiting with a sniper rifle, in the distance, waiting for me to wander past a window to just kill me without explanation.

Even fears of one of them putting Grace’s skin on and waiting in disguise for me, a sadistic tactic I wouldn’t necessarily put past them, came to my mind. It seemed more like the kind of thing Lucy might do, rather than what I knew of Kobrina, but still.

They knew without a doubt that I was a skinwalker now, so any gloves that may have been on for fear of hurting an innocent were certainly off now. I was sure that they would try and kill, or at the very least capture me, on sight now, without the pretense of any kind of diplomacy.

“Maybe they’ll have to talk to me, if I have a hostage though…”

I walked over to Lucy’s skin and picked it up, examining it. It was strange, when she was whole her cuts looked terrible, naturally, but they also looked perfectly normal. In skinsuit form however, certain cuts on her legs for example, had left gaps that went straight through, exposing the interior of the suit.

“If I remember Candida’s initial description when she turned me, one of the abilities I have is the ability to repair a skinsuit…”

I reached out to the gashes across Lucy’s soft skin, and felt the spines begin to burst out of my fingertips with their tell-tale pain. This time however, they didn’t extend out all the way, as they would to pierce flesh, rather they stayed only slightly extended. A liquid colored just the palest teal began dripping out, and I found I could control the stream, and the amount.

“Freaky…”

I watched as it dropped on her skin, then almost immediately, hungrily, moved towards the holes. The flesh began to fizz and steam a little at the edges, the liquid being absorbed into the skin before all at once, and very quickly, the flesh began to knit together. Slimy sinews bonded across the slashed gaps as though they’d just been awakened, while I watched in fascination; somewhere between disgust at how it looked, and amazement at what it was doing.

Quickly now, wanting to see it more, I began applying the liquid to more of the perforations and damages across Lucy, seeing them healed just as quickly. Within a few short minutes, her skin appeared flawless once again; a perfectly healthy, fully healed Lucy, held deflated in my hands.

“These powers never fail to amaze me, what the hell…”

I stared for just a moment, turning her over as I tired to get a good look from all the angles, appreciating my skinwalker abilities.

“Well… I suppose it’s time to take advantage of another side to these powers.”

I gripped her abdomen, pulling at her lower belly, before I witnessed it part and make an opening, revealing the wet, dark pink interior of her skinsuit.

“I can’t believe I’m going to get to wear her…”

I whispered it out loud, just to make it seem more real. When I’d first seen her, I’d immediately thought she was cute, with her crazy loud style making her seem like some sort of Akihabara girl. Then once she wrecked me back at my apartment, I came to see just what kind of skills she had a hunter, the kind of danger she really presented and the abilities that one so easily could underestimate when wrapped in her naïve looks.

Then there was the matter of her personality, the mix of scientific sadism covered in faux cute frosting. Getting inside her head would be just as intriguing as getting inside her body. I couldn’t wait anymore, and swung my legs into her much smaller ones. The tight pinch of the space inbetween her toes squeezing against mine as I wore her dainty feet matched the stretchy feel of my much longer leg in hers, before there was a huge compression and I lost several inches in height.

Pulling her skin further up myself, like it was a boiler suit, I couldn’t help but enjoy the warm wet sensation of being covered by her lower body. The tactile pleasure was too much, as my cock throbbed from erotic stimulation and made a clear imprint from within her skin, it’s outline clearly visible.

“Ughhh, she’s so tight…”

Even if I’d experienced it so many times, it was always a huge trip experiencing the moment when my dick was pulled down lower, the most intense pressure seeming to revert all of its length deep within me as my manhood was replaced with Lucy’s most feminine place. I fell to my knees, Lucy half worn as I panted, my arousal turning so quickly to female as my new pussy grew slick with love juice.

Almost totally overwhelmed with pleasure, I tried to rouse myself, keen to get all the way inside her and experience her body totally. Because of the way I’d put her on, her upper body, arms and head all needed to be filled at once, so I lined up and did just that. The pressure was intense, the stretch of her fingers being filled and the hungry sensation of her lips and nose, and other facial features attaching themselves to mine all at the same time.

The pressure only increased as my vision went white, heat in my belly following an upwards line as the sinews sealed me inside Lucy’s skinsuit. Now fully ensconced in her, the pressure spread one last time before I was completely, unmistakably Lucy.

“Even after wearing so many women, it still feels unbelievable. I don’t think a guy can ever get fully used to the sensation of changing gender like this… mhmmn, her voice…”

Actually getting to speak with Lucy’s voice, hearing it’s adorable, girly tones, and knowing that now I had total control over the same voice that had taunted me as she kicked my ass, gave me a huge thrill of pleasure. I squeezed her sides, rocking a little on my knees, before I stood up and skipped to the bathroom.

“I feel so light!”

I jumped, finding myself rocketing up way higher than I’d ever been able to jump before.

“She can almost jump the length of herself… this is amazing!”

It would seem Lucy’s legs matched most things about her; appeared deceptively weak compared to the astonishing, and utterly surprising coiled power that lay within them.

I couldn’t help but think she was like a rabbit, so fitting considering the hairclips and cute rabbit references she liked to adorn herself with in her personal style. I skipped into the bathroom, checking out the new me in the mirror.

“Ahhh, wow… I mean. She, well, umh, rather, I, really am rather cute. Hmm, hmmmm.”

I giggled as I got close to the reflection, checking out my new soft skin and adorable face, making silly expressions and enjoying how they still managed to look attractive.

“There’s just one problem…”

I grabbed some of my shoulder length pink hair, sniffing it, before lifting my arm, and took a big whiff of the smell underneath. I may have just showered, but Lucy still stunk a little of the oily greasy smoke that had filled her burning apartment, and the natural sweat and stink of a girl who’d been putting in the hard exercise of fighting with no time to shower.

“Ehehehe… I shouldn’t really enjoy smelling her as much as I do though.”

Blushing, even while feeling like a pervert, I ran the shower before stepping on into it.

“I may only be a visitor to your skin Lucy, but I am going to try and keep it clean.”

I could feel the warm droplets of water bouncing off me as I sighed, beginning to use the nice soap the girlfriend of the couple kept in the shower.

“Her breasts are so perky…”

I rubbed the lather over as I appreciated Lucy’s b-cups, immediately noticing the way her nipples spiked from my arousal. I couldn’t resist giving a little squeeze, quietly moaning as I enjoyed her feelings from the inside. It was a very enjoyable reminder that while Lucy was a hunter, she was also a woman, who was totally capable of living an ordinary life and enjoying ordinary pleasures too.

I wonder if Kobrina ever relaxes and enjoys herself? Somehow, I struggle to see her as anything other than an ultra-violent hunter.

I laughed a little to myself as I tried and failed to imagine Kobrina as anything other than the terrifying woman who wanted me torn apart, even as I knew logically she had to have other sides to her.

Maybe I’ll see another side to her when I open Lucy’s memories…

I’d been avoiding peeking at them, even while having Lucy’s soul inside of me from the moment I’d skinned her. Even now, sensing her personality much stronger as I wore her body, I was hesitating. I wasn’t sure what kind of things I would see in there, what kind of truths might be revealed from a hunter’s memories. I wanted to feel like I was prepared before I opened that Pandora’s box.

I finished cleaning Lucy’s skin, managing to resist masturbating as her just barely, before I got out and dried myself off. Walking to the bedroom, I slipped into the girlfriend’s bathrobe, before walking back to the couch and sitting between the couple’s skinsuits again.

I’ve put this off long enough, and I’ll never be more ready than now. I need to see what’s inside Lucy’s memories…