A Skinwalker's challenge

I could feel her body heat, the warmth from her thighs radiating through her leggings and my jeans, warming my legs and crotch. Despite myself, all the fear and revulsion I felt towards the monster wearing the face of my flatmate, I was still aroused. My cock strained against the denim, pressing into her camel toe, hungry even in a situation like this.

I didn’t know whether I should feel more disgusted at myself for reacting like this, or if I should give myself a modicum of compassion in this situation. After all, the smirking, teasing red-head pinning me to the bed was incredibly sexy. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, eyes glinting with a certain taunting mirth. The symmetry in her face was flawless, lips glistening with lipstick as she leaned in closer to me.

Jessica was like the human embodiment of “hot”, and even if her awful personality had been off-putting before, my own experiences inside that tight skin had more than paved over my hesitance when it came to being aroused by her. Of course, the Skinwalker knew all that. It’d peeled Jessica’s memories open like a ripe banana, tearing through my clumsy attempts to hide the truth and feasting on the juicy details within.

It knew exactly what I’d done. And it was proud, proud like an fawning parent who’s child has done something particularly pleasing and adorable. I squirmed, trying to get away from her, but the motion just dragged my boner across Jessica’s heat and caused her to moan. I felt a throb work through my cock hearing it.

“Hey… I’ve got an idea.”

The skinwalker giggled, clearly amused by whatever dark little thought had come to her mind. Filtered through Jessica’s voice, it had a certain musical resonance that made my head feel a little funny.

“Why don’t I stay here? In your flat, in your flatmate. C’monnn, it’ll be fun. You already think Jessica is a bitch anyway, why not have some fun with me instead? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

My heartbeat spiked upwards as visions of what that would be like flitted through my head, vivid imaginings of some sort of domestic life with “Jessica.” Coming home from class and wrapping my hands around her waist as she cooked, feeling her squirm and giggle and push her ass into me. Getting wrapped up tight under her sheets with her, feeling her hot kisses as I thrust inside her, taut legs pulling me deeper as she begged to be cream-pied. The looks of astonishment from friends and strangers alike on campus, knowing I was with such a hottie.

If any of those visions had come to me a few years ago, that hopeless teenage boy would have been head over heels for them. I knew he too would have been astonished, and deeply impressed that I’d found such a stunning college girlfriend, jealous of all the freaky sex we’d have while pleased knowing that would be him someday.

But just seeing those cute visions hardly showed what was really going on here. This thing inside Jessica was the same monster who’d turned me into a freak, a beast that hunted people, taking everything from them and using it for the most selfish, total pleasures. I’d been guilty of engaging with these powers, caught up in the heady rush of them. For someone with my fetish, abilities like this were a particularly powerful boon; the ability to fully realize every dark little fantasy, every forbidden thought that’d previously had the ultimate safety rail keeping me from it: impossibility.

I turned away from “Jessica”, staring at the wall, trying to find power even in the tiny rebellion of not giving her attention. Her offer was as twisted and as it was tempting, and I had to battle not to give in. Her fingers tightened just a little on me, seeming to sense my resistance, trying to glean some sort of meaning from it.

“Mhmm, of course, for most guys what I described would already be a dream come true…”

There was a certain enigmatic quality to her words, a goading in her tone as she assessed me, judged me. I turned up to her with a glance.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, well. You know.”

I narrowed my eyes in the dark, the tiny resistance to her crumbling as quickly as it formed before I gave her my full focus again.

“No. Say what you mean.”

“Well, it’s just…”

She teased out the words, relishing this. I knew she was a master manipulator, a natural by-product of her race. I just was surprised how much she seemed to relish playing with people, the tiny triumphs that infused her body language with each passing second. I shouldn’t have been.

“… you’re not exactly ‘most guys’, are you?”

Jessica’s canines were always a little more pronounced than most people’s, and glinting now with the cold intelligence of this skinwalker inside her face, it gave her an overwhelmingly predatory appearance.

“I am. I’m normal. Before all this there was nothing that different about me from anyone else. Before what you did to me!”

Some energy seemed to fly into my words now, some fight returning to me. Thoughts of the hunger I’d felt seeing Grace’s body in the library, that alien lust not for any kind of conventional love with her, but the twisted craving to turn the shy girl into nothing more than my pretty little meatsuit.

I gave into the anger, the hot rage at the injustice of what she’d done to me. My own self loathing and guilt, perhaps the fully human side of me, hadn’t been totally eroded. It seemed like once I was in a skin, wrapped up in the hot, wet confines of some pretty girl, my every temptation was that much harder to resist. But after a binge like my time as Jessica and Grace, it seemed there still remained part of myself staunchly opposed to everything I’d done.

“This was your fault! You sought me out, hunted me, thought I would be the perfect candidate for your little experiment! Now I can’t walk down the street without wondering what it might be like to be someone else, some innocent passer by!”

I glowered at her, trying to get myself under control.

“They don’t deserve that. And I don’t deserve the power to take it from them. To take everything from them! No-one does.”

The skinwalker wearing Jessica’s face looked puzzled, marinating on my words for a moment. And then she just giggled, a funny little laugh, like I’d just made another joke. My emotions lurched in my guts, anger she’d dare not take me seriously mingling with my own resigned disappointment, my own self-doubt and pity.

“You turned me into a monster! Every day I’m becoming less and less human. The- the things I nearly did to Grace tonight…”

All at once, in a blur of motion, the skinwalker was closer to me, Jessica’s sea green eyes having a gleeful yet constrained malevolence to them as she stared deep into my own.

“What you ‘nearly did’? Ohhh, Alex. Darling~! What you’ve already done. Let’s not act like you haven’t already slithered inside Grace and taken the pleasures of her skin for your own. You know, I’ve been watching you. Watching you ‘sober up’, so to speak. Come to your senses, as it were. You think after your little romp of debauchery, after dipping your toes into the life of a skinwalker, that you can just waltz back to being a normal college student?

A cute little life, flirting with the shy girl you saved from bullying? Oh, sure, you used these rotten little powers, but it was just for her benefit, right? Just to help her out when she was suffering under the mean, unpleasant Jessica?”

She leaned closer, so I could feel the heat of Jessica’s breath, the press of her perky breasts on my chest.

“You’re a hypocrite, Alex. A charlatan. I’ve watched you for a very, very long time you know. Part of the reason I knew you’d be so good at this, so great at being one of us… is that when it comes to lying, you’re a total natural. A real gold star bullshitter.”

I sputtered, trying to think of a rebuke, but it was hard as I felt the sting of her words, felt them pierce me deeply.

“I’m… I’m… no I’m not! I’m not a-”

She cut me off, her voice unraised yet even more devastating for it.

“Yes, you are, Alex. And the person you lie most to, the person you never, ever give the benefit of the truth to, is yourself. Why, you’ve filled your head so full of honey and muck you can’t even tell which way is up anymore. Sure, you’re a good person. Sure, you’re a normal guy. Hmmm, but if that’s the case, then…”

She leaned in close now, her lips right beside my ear, pressing her body tight to mine, before she whispered:

“Why would you be so much happier if you just gave in? Let me stay as Jessica, be the hot sporty red head, my body open you. And you take Grace. Give up on your fake little pretend life, the one where you’re an average guy and she’s an average girl. You know you’d be happier wearing her face than your own. Take her skin, be the cute little shy girl, wear her skirts as you feel the way her voluptuous body moves while you walk. And be with me. Jessica and Grace, enemies to lovers. Be the good girl to my bad girl. I know you want to.”

I swallowed, eyes wide as my mind was assaulted with images of the skinwalker’s suggestion. Waking up every day to see Grace’s face in the mirror, the pretty Asian short-stack with big boobs, and knowing that was me now. Wearing her clothes, her accidentally sexy style as I spoke in her soft, cute voice. Roleplaying as the shy girl, or maybe “opening up” and becoming the woman she was never brave enough to be. Coming home to a night of kinky, raw sex with an undeniably gorgeous red-head.

Fuck!!

The thought rang out so clear, my cock practically pulsing with arousal as it pressed tight against Jessica. The skinwalker knew exactly what it was doing, its insidious words finding purchase all to easily within me.

I… it sounds amazing…

Self-loathing mingled with a strange euphoria inside me, an awful combination for the suggestion of what it meant. I would much rather that than just dating Jessica as myself.

And it would be so easy too. All I had to do was give in. Tell this skinwalker I agreed, that I truly wanted that. After all, wasn’t I a skinwalker now too? Wasn’t it only natural I’d join up with another of my kind, and embrace every pleasure available to us…?