Thank you!

You eagerly strip the woman of her clothes. You find the hole in her back with an arrowhead still lodged in it. It's been pressed inside her already, but moving her at all is just making it hurt worse. "Don't mind it," she tries to say, but she coughs and a trickle of blood appears on her lips. You very much mind it.

"I can't stop the poison," you tell her, "but I can do this." You press your hand against the opening and begin reshaping your body. You grow yourself into the opening, skin wrapping around the arrowhead, then draw it out again. The hole opens up wider when you pull it out, but you quickly press your hand to the wound again and again morph your body. You don't know enough about the insides of bodies to do any repair work, but you do stop the blood. And the look of relief on the woman's face makes it clear a lot of the pain is gone, too.

"Thanks," she breathes. "Now maybe I'll be able to enjoy this."

You giggle. "I'll make sure you do." Leaning down, you plant a small, almost shy kiss on her lips and for the first time use your skill: Fuck Me.

The woman gasps as heat gathers in her crotch. Her clitoris bursts from its hood and continues to grow, stretching longer and wider until it finally stops at a respectable ten inches long and nearly two inches thick. The top widens into a glans with an opening that will let her pour her genes into you. Where you are on top of her, you can feel her engorged clit-dick tapping against your ass.

"Holy...you really can do that," she breathes, a little awed. You grin.

"Yep. And it's just like the real thing...or so I've been told. You might have to tell me." Raising yourself up, you lower your perpetually ready pussy onto her new meat, sinking yourself down until your hips are resting flush against hers. Every inch that crawls up into you is burning with a heat your eggplant could never imitate. Despite being flesh, the entire rod is harder than bone. You can even feel it twitching inside you. Looking down at your first mate, you can only smile. You feel so happy, so blissfully full of her. And judging by the way her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are glazing over, she feels good, too.

Seeing that look of bliss on her face, you want more. Eager to see what other expressions she can give you, you raise yourself halfway up her rod and drop back down hard. She lets out a long moan, her hips bucking into you reflexively. "Gods, this...has got to be a joke. No way...are guys as...sensitive as this!" she finishes with a squeal as you bounce on her once more.

"So gooood," you moan. "So full, so hot, so wonderful!" You lift yourself up and drop again, and again, and again, slowly working up to a steady rhythm. "I love it! I love you! You're filling me so much, you're going to fill me so much! I want your baby! I want you to give me our baby!"

She could only moan back. It sounded affirmative--but then, anything would sound that way to you at this point. All you could think of was her dick filling you, about to stuff you with seed and finally make you a mother. The only thing you could see was her face, tongue hanging out of her mouth and jaw slack as you pumped her cock, absolute euphoria written all over it. Was she feeling as good as you were? You thought so. You hoped so. You wanted it to be so. You wanted to make her cum, to fill your insides even as you screamed in climax yourself.

And you did. As you felt yourself nearing the summit, her dick swelled up inside you, stretching you even wider. Her tip pressed against your womb, and all at once exploded with a stream of virile semen. Your body greedily drank the thick liquid, sucking it all in and lathering your egg with it. When finally your womb was so full it was beginning to make a small bulge on your belly, the flow stopped and her clit-dick slowly deflated until it was a normal clit once more. Only the smallest trickle of cum escaped your happy pussy; your body did an excellent job of holding a full quart of cum inside it.

"So gooood," you moan happily, nuzzling your face into her chest. "There's so much, I can't believe it. It's so much better than I ever imagined. I hope-" you start to say. You were going to say something a little silly: 'I hope I didn't just milk the last of your HP out of you.'

Her body begins to disappear beneath you. Your breath catches; maybe you really did. You fucked her to ****. Oh gods, you feel guilty. She was already dying, yeah, but now...now she's gone.

You place a hand on your stomach. She isn't totally gone, you remind yourself. You'll give birth to her daughter. A piece of her will continue on.

This is what your mission is, isn't it. To give birth so that everyone can leave a piece of themselves behind.

You look down at where your lover lay just a moment ago. All that remains is a plain brass key. The key to your house. The key to your freedom.

You stand up and glance around the house, then at yourself. Freedom will be good, but first things must be first. You need to clean up, yourself and the kitchen. Hopefully blood wasn't too much harder to clean up than pussy juice stains. Thankfully your creator had built this house with that difficulty in mind.

A stray thought passes through your mind. 'I never got her name.'