Sucking Cock

What is wrong with you? You were given multiple options and you decided to debase poor, sweet, innocent Anne by having her suck some sleazeball's cock? You do remember she used to be a guy, right? She would have to be a total slut to get down on her knees and suck this guy off. Honestly, you should be ashamed. You should just go back and—what's that? She agreed to do it? She barely even hesitated, you say? Very well. You can watch if you want.

"I knew it. I knew you were a good girl the moment we locked eyes." Meyer says, smiling earnestly as he gazes down into the verdant eyes of the freckled girl.

Her snowy cheeks pinken from the compliment, or it could be because she can feel the old, wooden floor of Nowhere beneath her knees, and she knows what's next. She's at the perfect height to see the impeccably formed contour of the man's shaft as it bulges in his trousers. There it is. His cock. Her inner voice is almost a whisper. I'm going to have that in my mouth soon. I wonder how it will taste. Probably not great, so why am I salivating? She licks her lips in anticipation.

"Anne, honey, I get that it's your first time, but I'm seriously shitfaced right now." He groans. "You're going to have to help me with my slacks."

"Oh! Sorry, I was a little lost in my head. I can do that."

Anne shimmies closer, nestling herself between his strong thighs. She grasps his belt and smoothly unfastens his pants; his silken boxer briefs lie underneath, providing an all too thin barrier between her and his maleness. Here goes nothing! She hooks her fingers beneath the silk and yanks them down to the thickest part of his thighs. His cock springs free and bobs tantalizingly in front of Anne's pink lips. His size is unremarkable, neither insignificant, nor overwhelming, but the sight of it makes Anne gasp all the same. Oh gosh! That looks really, really... mmm...

"Now, don't be nervous, all you need to do is—hngh!" Meyer's shoulders jolt back.

The redhead gazes wide-eyed at the man, her tongue finishing its trip up the underside of his mushroom tip. I made him do that. Her mind purrs. Her fingers cradle the base of his shaft and then work up and down the length of his cock, twisting as she strokes. She peppers him with soft butterfly kisses, focusing on the head. Each time he moans she quivers in response.

"Inside!" He implores. "I need to be inside!"

Don't need to tell me twice! Anne moans and engulfs the head of his cock with her velvet lips. The moment that she tastes him, he seizes her by her long fiery tresses and pushes her down so that she can't escape. What? Already? But I just—fuck! What is that!? Her pupils dilate and a strange green ooze floods the whites of her eyes. Her head jerks as he holds her there. Her throat bulges as something thick and unseen is forcefully fed to her. She struggles, trying to pull away until her eyes are fully covered with a green film, and then they start to glow.

It must be frightening. His voice echos in her thoughts. You're being hijacked, losing control of your body, and hearing my voice inside your head. You can't scream. You can't run. You're nothing but a passenger. The slick-haired man that you thought to be Meyer starts to slouch to one side. The glow dims from his eyes and you can see the natural brown of his irises return. The red-haired girl wipes off her lips and stands. But do not fear, my pet. I will only possess you as long as necessary.

Ohmygosh! How did you do this? What are you? Is your body going to be okay? Am I going to be okay? Why do you taste like lime Jello? Anne's thoughts rush out, unfiltered.

My, my, my. You are an inquisitive one, aren't you? Meyer seems impressed as he tests his new body. He wriggles Anne's fingers, stretches, and cups her breasts. And quite exquisitely shaped. I am not sure how to answer all of those questions, but I can tell you that I am what most other species would call a slime. What I am, in truth, is a gelatinous parasite.

Meaning that you can use my body however you want and then discard me when you're done? Mmph...

That is what a parasite does, yes, but I had no intention of—Oh! I can feel it. You're not scared at all, are you? Mmm... Meyer fixates on his new host's breast, tugging on a puffed-up nipple. A restrained moan escapes from the girl's lips. You're enjoying this.

"Enough of that kinky shit!" The shark-man shouts. "Bad enough you had to get your slime all up inside her. I don't want you bruising the merchandise too. You gotta leave me a little fun!"

I think that means it's showtime, you little minx! Do you think you can temper your arousal for a bit? Meyer chuckles. Your wicked little pussy is very distracting.

I can try, but what if he can't resist our cute butt while you're bending over the pool table? What if he grabs us by the hips or wraps us in his muscular arms? What if he just rips off our panties and shoves his thick, throbbing, powerful shark d—

I get it! Jeez, woman, you're insatiable! Let's try this another way. I'll play and you... You just keep quiet!

Anne's body saunters over to the pool table, swaying her hips. She stops in front of the cue rack, places her fingertips on the polished wood of a pool cue, and lets out a breathy sigh. The shark watches, rapt with interest as the redhead lingers there, stroking the long pole. She grips it—white-knuckled—takes another deep breath, and slides it free. "Okay, Mako, let's play," Meyer speaks in Anne's sensual tone.

The shark stoops low. His dorsal fin stands straight and menacing, piercing the air as it would the ocean's surface. He looks down the shaft of his cue and then thrusts it forward. The balls clack against one another. The four-ball sinks into a side pocket. The eight is all that's left between him and victory. He's set himself up superbly and it shows with his wide, toothy grin. He points to the corner pocket, measures his next shot, and—MOAN!—hits it flush, a little too flush. The eight-ball falls into the pocket, but the cue ball follows, its momentum too much for it.

"That would be our victory then, am I right?" Meyer gloats.

"Like hell it is! You cheat! You moaned right when I was taking my shot!" Mako balls up his fist and looms over the busty redhead, gnashing his teeth. A massacre is about to take place. There's a famous adventure book ending where you're chopped up and fed to hungry sharks. You're pretty sure you're about to witness Anne fall to a similar fate.

The ginger girl backs against the pool table. "H-hey now! That wasn't my fault! You have no idea how thirsty this girl is! It's been like constant thoughts about shark dicks the entire game!" Mmm, shark dicks...

"Is that so?" Mako leans in, his torpedo snout inches from her ear. "Then I bet you'll cum in your little girly panties when I tell you that sharks have two dicks."

A pathetic, high-pitched whine slips from Anne's lips. Her soft butt rises onto the edge of the table, and her thighs part, inviting the brawny shark-man to take her. His smile twists up at the corners, almost Cheshire in nature, and then he roars with laughter.

"Look at you, slimeball! You can't even control your own host." He shoves her with one hand so that she slips down onto the felt surface. "You can have your money, but I'm taking your sleazy lawyer body with me. I think leaving you this way is the only way you're going to learn not to fuck with me."

He tosses a few gold coins onto the table next to the stunned girl, leaving her watching his tall, blue fin cut through the crowd as his hulking form drags the businessman's body away.

Looks like we're stuck with each other for a while. Meyer ponders. Guess it's back to my place then...

TWOOOOOO DIIIIIICKS!