The Red Door

Hmm…

I had an interesting feeling about the red door.

Should I kick the door in all dramatically, or…?

I decided to choose the stealthier option, opening the door quietly as I slipped inside. I found myself in a well appointed room, well organized but stylish, with a selection of sports trophies on the walls and team banners for… was that the women’s softball team?

I didn’t have long to ponder, as the owner of the room spun on her swivel chair to see me.

“Huh… who are…?”

I didn’t give her the time to think about it, my surroundings blurring as I rushed towards her, moving almost unnaturally fast. Anyone else in this house would have been pierced already, but this girl was different. As soon as I got close her leg pumped up into the space between us, strong thighs providing more than enough push to kick me back.

I felt the wind blow out of me, the surprised pain blooming around my rib cage reminding me instantly that things hadn’t gone to plan.

“What the hell?? Who do you think you are, coming in here like that?!”

She sounds feisty…

I glanced up, getting a better look at who’s space I’d just invaded. At 5’8, she was tall for a girl, with a well-toned, athletic body that I couldn’t help but find sexy even in this dangerous situation. Her skin was the color of chocolate, hair flowing back down her back in a halo of natural curls. From her reaction times, it seemed she was incredibly well trained too…

I saw her reach for the bat at the side of the bed, and my alarm spiked through the roof.

The trophies… the training… the softball team banners…. I’m thinking if she gets a hit off with that bat, it’s over for me.

I can’t let that happen!

I pumped my own legs, throwing all my body weight at her, colliding with her midriff and taking both of us to the floor. We slid as she immediately started thrashing, seeming much stronger than I expected as she nearly threw me off her. I could tell already if it wasn’t for the enhanced strength and speed of the skinwalker abilities, she would have already wrecked me.

I have to end this, now!

I reached up with my left hand and let it fly towards her upper chest, spines tearing free from my fingertips. I could see the whites of her eyes, incomprehensible panic bursting forth at the alien slight, before both of her hands rushed together and stopped mine in its tracks.

Her grip was like a vice, **** strength holding me back as she **** my hand back.

“You… what are you…?”

It came out in almost a whisper, the shock of everything that was happening **** down her words. It was enough of a pause for my right hand to slide it’s spines into her side, filling her with skinwalker liquid while she was busy with my left.

“Huh… oh no…”

Voice fading, the easy, pleasant release of a deep sleep came into her as her eyelids became irresistibly heavy, and she nodded off. Her hands were the first to go, losing their shape rapidly, her paler palms crumpling away to an empty shell as the effects spread, until all she was was a vessel, waiting to be worn.

I let out a deep sigh of relief as I collapsed onto her vacant skin, nose filling with her lavender like scent as the energy drained out of me too. That had been far, far too close. Between her strength and her speed, she’d well and truly nearly beaten me.

Skinwalkers are strong offensively, but I’m really seeing why we’re best as stealth creatures… Admittedly, I’m very inexperienced too, but if I’d been going against someone actually trained for combat, I might not have survived that…

The shivered reminder of my own mortality worked through me as I thought like that. These powers were so strange; A life with them seemed much more dangerous, with the potential to be in highly risky situations much greater than it ever would have been in my life before. Then again, if Candida had been over a century old it meant that there was a great deal of power I could get from these abilities, and I could survive much longer than an average person… high risk, high reward.

There was a knock on the door.

Immediately, my eyes shot open at the sudden sound.

“Hey, uhh… Sierra? Are… are you okay?”

A guys voice came from the other side of the door, sounding quiet and very unsure.

Oh shit… this must be another one of her housemates!

I scrambled up, my heartrate doubling as I struggled to think what to do, before focus descended onto me. I pulled the girl out of her t-shirt and leggings and flipped her over onto her back, peeling it open and letting the parting of the gooey sinews reveal her insides. My own clothes soon found their way to the floor as my pale, naked body was thrust inside her much darker skin, that increasingly familiar constriction warping me to her shape.

Body halfway inside, I stumbled over to the door, opening it just a crack. On the other side was an Asian boy of medium height and build, wearing a baggy cardigan and jeans. He seemed like his heritage might be from Malaysia or Indonesia, somewhere in South East Asia maybe? His face spoke of concern, but it seemed to ease a lot when “Sierra” showed her face.

“Hey…”

I opened her memories for the first time, trying not to let suddenly having over 20 extra years of memories show on my expression.

“… Andrew, what’s up?”

“Ahh, I heard some noises, like you fell, and it sounded kinda bad.”

“Ahahah, yeah, sorry… I tripped. But I’m okay, really!”

I tried to sound sheepish as I told my lie. He raised an eyebrow.

“You? Tripping?”

Clearly he though of “Sierra” as being much too co-ordinated for something like that. On the other side of the door, the lower half of her skin hung vacant, while pale, hairy legs and an undeniably male lower body supported the upper half of a seriously cute, athletic black girl. I was seriously glad he couldn’t see through the few small inches of wood separating his eyes from such an unholy sight… but somehow I was finding the danger of such a fucked up situation a huge turn on.

I could feel the tip of my erect cock pressing against the empty skin of Sierra’s ass, pinning it to the door. She felt so soft and warm, especially having been turned into a skinsuit only a few minutes ago…

“I’m not perfect, you know… but when we mess up, it just makes us appreciate when things go right, you know?”

I smiled softly at him, the positive and sporting attitude of the girl I was wearing manifesting as I naturally assumed her mannerisms. He gave me back a warm smile in return,

“Ahh, yes, you’re right. I’m really glad you’re okay!”

“Thanks for coming to check on me too, I know it maybe sounded a little dramatic.”

I said farewell for now as I closed the door quietly, while Andrew went into the room with the blue door.

He seems sweet…

Sierra’s memories told me he was a quiet enough student for the most part, who always got good grades, but really seemed to care about his friends… and seemed to want to live a little and be rebellious too. He might be an interesting person to get to know better…

Still though… there was someone else I wanted to get to know better now too.

Walking over to her full length mirror, I finally got a decent look at Sierra Montgomery.

“Wow…”

Her voice sounded cute and almost a little musical as it left my mouth, studying the face I’d be wearing for the foreseeable future. Soft, full lips drew the eye, before it took in her perfect skin and dark complexion, eyes hypnotic, the color of black coffee.

“Ohhh… this is cool…”

I traced her nose, feeling it was a little wider than my own, a feature of her African heritage I was really liking.

Being a different race, and a different gender…?

I felt another twinge from my cock as an embarrassed look came on my face, suddenly feeling a little self conscious at how much I was enjoying this supremely pervy thrill. I held her hands up, studying her lighter palms, before tracing her arms and feeling how toned they were.

She’s here on a softball scholarship, full ride… she’s easily one of the best players on the whole team…

I could feel her memories, her natural athleticism growing up, the dedication to training and the huge, emotive crash of victory each time she hit a home run or lead her team to championship victory. Her life’s been so different to mine…

I reflected on my own sporting prowess, or lack thereof. I’d always been one of the very last picked for teams in school, always a little too uncoordinated to make a positive difference. It’d been a depressing, defeating feeling… but with Sierra’s soul inside, wrapped up in her skin, I suddenly could have a window into how victory felt.

A shudder worked through me, as I tried not to enjoy it too much.

“I think… I think I’m going to enjoy being you for a little while, Sierra.”

Her smile looked so cute reflected back, even with the incongruous sight of my male body interrupting her lower half. Still though… the feeling of her soft skin against my own was very enjoyable.

I reached down, and gripped it, wrapping my hand around my cock with the outside of her skin as a sheath.

It feels warm…

Sucking a little air through my teeth at the sensitivity, I pulled back, letting my foreskin drag over the head, rubbing along the skin of her back. It was so strange; I could feel it, of course, in my cock, but I also got to feel it from her perspective, the feeling from her deflated back.

What if…

A deliriously sexy though came to me, along with such an embarrassed smile. My hands found her ass and slipped inside, fingers finding her tight ring and pulling it a little wide.

I can’t believe I’m thinking about doing this… I’m such a deviant…

I guided her waiting, deflated asshole over and slipped my hard, throbbing cock inside, gasping at how warm and tight it felt inside, and at the bizarre sensation of “my” deflated ass hole getting stretched by a cock.

I squinted a little from how intense it felt, as I wrapped my hands around, helping to add the structure needed to turn Sierra’s asshole into my own, personal fleshlight, before I pulled back and started getting into a rhythm.

I tried to **** and silence my gasps and moans as two types of disgusting pleasure assaulted my brain. Penetrating her virgin asshole, while also feeling how it felt to be a girl getting her asshole penetrated for the first time… urghhh it was way too much.

She was so hot and tight inside, but notably a lot dryer than if I’d been trying this with her pussy. The friction almost hurt a little, pre-cum being the only lube, before I pulled some skincare lotion she kept out of her drawer and squirted it in between her cheeks.

I moaned again at how cold and slimy it felt, as it oozed into “my” ass, before I abused it’s lubricating qualities and sped up the tempo, sliding my cock deep inside her deflated asshole as I thrust it inside again and again.

My legs felt weak from the stimulation as I crashed onto her bed, legs pushing me back into her pillows, so laden with her scent, as I punished her ass.

"Urrghhhhh, oh My Goooodddd…"

A little drool slid out from the corner of my lip as I worked the shaft, feeling the tight liberty as I lost control, a moan that started low and ended high stealing from me as I came, hot cum soaking into Sierra’s asshole. I lay back panting, sweat forming on her breasts, as I gave them a squeeze of appreciation and enjoyed how soft and sensitive her nipples were, their darker brown color making me feel a little lightheaded with how attractive they were.

Mhmm, knowing I’ll get to see her tits from above anytime I look down, so much darker than my normal skin, urghhh it’s such a turn on…

Filled with pleasure from my hedonism, I pulled my legs up to the entry slit in the back of her skinsuit, having to prise it open again a little, as the sinews had partially sealed her again. I found myself getting turned on again, at the sight of those pale legs sliding inside her hot, toned, darker ones, flexing her toes while appreciating the nails painted in team colors; red and white.

A few minutes later, after the pins and needles, the intense constriction, and especially the rush as her pussy tore inside my guts and turned me totally female, I stood up, fully Sierra for the first time.

She was shorter than me, but… already I could feel the way her energy cycled around her body, and the way she felt much healthier, better trained, and way more powerful that I ever did. I ran my hands down her trained abs, the faint outline of the muscles being subtle and feminine yet still denoting how strong she actually was.

In this skin I’m so much stronger than normal, but… way more girly too. I caught myself blushing at how much I loved the idea of getting the best of both worlds; at least under Sierra’s darker complexion it wasn’t totally obvious.

A slight pulse of pain and pleasure, a used feeling came from the luscious ass I was wearing now though, causing me to spin and examine it, pulling her cheeks apart just in time to see some of my own cum slip out of her ring.

"Oh my God…"

As I felt the disgusting, slimy sensation of the lotion and my own semen deep inside my new asscheeks, I could tell I was going to have a lot of fun in this skin…