Story

If you’re a regular user of pornographic materials such as myself, you may have at some point encountered the issue of not enough. There isn’t enough of what you’re looking for, the specific subject matter or kink you’re feeling. This is why I write; because I know what I like, and I can create more of it. I’m a sucker for a truly loving and romantic story and I really enjoy a good, happy ending. And I don’t know why I haven’t done more of that. Today I right that wrong.

This one gets a little messy.

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Anaïs was running late, as usual. She had never exactly been the fastest kid on the block. When she was a little kid, her mother would say that escargot was faster than she was. Anaïs would laugh, and say that next time she had a race with one, she’d let him know.

She’d hoped that as she got older, she’d learn good time management skills or, better yet, how to actually run efficiently, so she could get to where she wanted to go without being late literally every single time. But it never worked out. When she was 13, she’d gotten a serious compound fracture in her leg while on a bike ride and the doctor had told her that her leg wouldn’t ever fully recover. It had been kind of stiff and hadn’t moved properly since, and she certainly wasn’t going to be running anywhere anytime soon.

She’d been sad about it for a while, but eventually decided not to let it bother her. She hadn’t been fast anyway, so nothing was really lost. She worked harder at what she was good at and got into a really good American college. But she never quite got over being late. When only one of your legs actually moves like it should, you always have to leave early.

Luckily for her, the principal was basically the nicest old guy ever, and he specifically got her a special pass so that she had a 5-minute grace period on all of her classes, and her curfew too. So when I said she was running late, that was only partially true. She would be running late if she didn’t have extra time to reach her biology class.

She slid into her seat at 10:34, got out her books, and listened to Prof. Ampersand’s lecture about microbiotics. It was hard to focus for the first few minutes, though - her bad leg got sore really easily.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” asked a voice behind her. It was Ted.

Anaïs turned around to look at Ted and secretly felt a surge of affection. She’d had a thing for him ever since she’d seen him dance for the first time, and it had only strengthened as they’d gotten to know each other. Something about the way he moved so effortlessly, both on the ground and in the air, was just fascinating to her. But she’d never voiced her feelings. They were very different from the rest of her personality and she felt almost guilty for having them, even though she knew it didn’t make sense.

“Yes, Ted, I am fine. I appreciate your concern.” Appreciate didn’t cover it. He always wanted to make sure she was alright. He asked her every single time, and nobody had shown that much concern for her before. Her parents and friends growing up had always believed in her strength, and while that belief was nice, she also loved that Ted cared about her enough to not assume she’d be ok.

Ted frowned, like he didn’t really believe her, but turned his attention back to the teacher anyway. Anaïs turned too, but she wasn’t thinking at all about what the Prof. Ampersand was saying. Her mind was now completely occupied with a certain feathered friend of ours. She imagined him coming to her dorm room while her roommate, Jessica, was out. She’d open the door to see him standing there, and he’d ask to come in. She’d offer him a glass of water, they’d chat idly for a little bit, and then he’d stand up and walk over to her. He’d confess his true feelings for her, and say that he knows that she’s out of his league, but he’d never be able to continue without at least letting her know how he feels. She’d tear up, and tell him that she felt the same way for a long time, and that she wasn’t out of his league at all. They’d hug and kiss and maybe even… well, this wasn’t the time and place for that kind of thinking.

“I have to do something,” she said to herself. “I can’t let him get away from me.”

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A couple of days later, Mina texted her and asked to meet her for lunch. They went to a thai place a few blocks away from the campus. Mina was already there when Anaïs walked in.

“Wow, you’re early,” Mina said as she sat down. “You must have really been booking it.”

“Yes, I finally managed to heal my leg and now have all the grace of a gazelle. Mina, I am 10 minutes late.”

Mina chuckled. “Well, yeah, but for you, that’s pretty good.”

They ordered their food and discussed their plans for the weekend. About halfway through the meal, Mina suddenly put her fork down and folded her hands on the table.

“Alright, let’s get serious. When are you going to tell him?”

Anaïs choked on her fried rice. “I… uh… I do not know what you are talking about.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Frenchie, I make the jokes around here. I need to know what you’re doing about your lovebird situation.”

“What are you saying? I really do not understand.”

“Jesus, do I have to get Arvin to ask you? Fine. Are you or are you not going to tell Ted you like him?”

Anaïs didn’t know what to say. How did Mina know she was in love with Ted? She hadn’t told anyone. She decided to keep playing dumb. “Mina, why do you think I like Ted?”

Mina rolled her eyes again. “Ana, I’m pretty sure that everyone except for Ted himself knows. It’s pretty damn obvious. The way you stare at him while he talks is exactly the same way my man used to stare at me.”

Anaïs turned bright red. “I do not stare at him. He is just interesting, that is all.”

“Ana, he talks about ballet. How interesting can it possibly be?”

“He does not just do ballet, he does all kinds of dancing. Right now he is trying out hip hop.”

Mina pointed her finger at her in triumph. “See! There was no way you would have known that if you weren’t paying extra close attention to what he talks about! Hell, I didn’t even know that, and I’m always looking for material! Look, just let me help you out.”

Anaïs felt like she was burning up. “I do not need your help! I am not interested in Ted!”

Mina slammed her fist down on the table with a loud clunk! “Damn it, Ana! Why are you like this?! I can tell this is eating you up! You have no trouble being forward most of the time! Why is this any different? Come on!”

Anaïs was startled. She’d seen Mina like this before, plenty of times, but never at her. It was a little scary. Maybe she should just talk to her. Her relationship was basically perfect; maybe she did have some knowledge.

“Well, the thing is… I do not know how to talk to people romantically,” she said slowly. “I am so used to being commanding that I fear that it would be… strange to him to see me being sweet.”

Mina nodded. “Mm hmm. And I bet you’ve got some kind of situation all planned out in your head where he confesses his love to you, huh? Where he’s all Prince Charming and you’re the princess?”

Anaïs stared at her. Was she psychic?

“Well, I can tell you that won’t happen,” she continued. “Ana, Ted’s a man. He’s simpler than you and me when it comes to love. He might be a sensitive guy who dances, and he might be a bird, but at the end of the day, he won’t pick up hints or go along with what you want. He’s an emotional idiot. He’s not going to come get you, you have to go get him. You hear me?”

Anaïs thought about that for a moment. “... I suppose. But what do I say to him?”

Mina leaned back in her chair. “Just be sincere. He already likes you enough to want to hang out with you basically every day. You’re not too far off.”

Anaïs had one last concern, and it was the biggest one by far. “But I thought that he was interested in Malvory?”

Mina laughed. “Mal? Nah, he’s too small for her. Also, I think that she’s kind of wary of something about him. Never figured out what it was. But you’re just his type. Trust me.”

Anaïs did trust her. She felt totally calmed and emboldened by Mina’s advice and straightforward talk. She resolved to talk to Ted the next day, in private. It wouldn’t be how she had wanted it to be, but it could be similar. She’d invite him to her dorm, while her roommate was out, and after some friendly chatting, she’d pretend to need help with something. Then she’d use the opportune closeness to seduce him. If it all went well, maybe they’d… well, she’d cross that bridge when she got to it.

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Ted got to Anaïs’s dorm around 2 the next day. She’d invited him over for lunch, and he was pretty excited. He didn’t often get a chance to hang out with Anaïs alone, just the two of them. He’d long since gotten over his shyness, but around Anaïs he sometimes tended to slip up again. She was just so in control of herself that it almost made him jealous. He wondered if she’d always been like that, not caring what people thought of her and busying herself with what she wanted to do. It was very attractive.

He knocked on the door and heard her call “Just a minute!” from inside. He pulled out his phone and quickly checked his reflection to make sure he didn’t have anything on his beak. His feathers were straight and he looked good. That was good. Anaïs held a high standard for cleanliness.

The door opened, and Anaïs stood there, wearing a simple white tee-shirt and jeans. Her brown hair was up in a bun, and she was wearing earrings that Ted had never seen before. She was even shorter than he was, but something about how she held herself made her seem taller.

“Hello, Ted,” she said. “Thanks for coming. Please come inside.”

“Thanks for inviting me, Ana,” he said, stepping inside.

He took off his backpack and placed it on the ground near the door. Anaïs busied herself with preparing some lemonade while he sat down in an armchair. The dorms at Ellsdale University were quite a bit fancier than most, due to the residential part of the campus being a repurposed old folks’ home. Each ‘dorm’ was really basically a 2 bedroom apartment. This contributed to the college’s reputation, although it’s outstanding educational record formed the base of its fame. It was certainly one of the best colleges in the world, and Ted thought about how lucky he was to go there.

Anaïs brought over the drinks and they talked for a bit about the upcoming biology test. After a few minutes, Anaïs stood up suddenly and said, “Oh! I just remembered. Ted, if I could ask you for your help for a moment…”

Ted, happy to oblige, followed her into the other room. She showed him a painting that her mother had sent her for her birthday a few months ago, and said that she hadn’t put it up yet because she couldn’t decide where it looked best.

“But you have an artistic eye, Ted. If you could please tell me where you would put it?”

Ted surveyed the room. “Well, I think that the spot right above your desk seems best. It’s pretty empty, yeah?”

Anaïs clapped her hands. “Tres bien! Thank you, Ted.”

She picked up the painting and carefully balanced on a chair to hang it up. It occurred to Ted that this wasn’t the best situation for her, and he said, “Hey, uh, Ana, maybe I should do that…”

Ana scoffed over her shoulder. “Oh, pooh, Ted. I am capable of standing on my own.”

Ted wasn’t so sure. With Anaïs’s bad leg, it would be very easy for her to topple off of the chair and hurt herself if she lost her balance at all. But Anaïs seemed determined to set up the painting herself. She teetered on her good leg as she carefully hung the painting, and when it was level, she looked at it happily.

“There! That should do it. Now, let me just… oh!”

As she stepped off the chair, she leaned over a bit too far on her bad leg, and fell over sideways. She hit the ground with a hard crash. Judging by her high scream of pain, she seemed to have landed on her bad leg. Ted ran over and knelt beside her.

“Ana, are you ok?”

Anaïs glared at him through her tears. “No, Ted, I am not ok. Please help me!”

“Oh… uh… right. What should I do?”

“Just bring me into the other room and lay me down. Quickly!”

Ted picked her up gingerly and carried her over to the couch in the main room. He lay her down on it and sat down next to her. “Should I call the hospital? Do you want some ice? Should I cry on it?”

Anaïs wiped her eyes and looked at him strangely. “Cry on it? Why on earth would you do that?”

Ted blushed, although since his feathers were orange, it was hard to see. “Well, y’know… phoenix tears… are supposed to heal wounds… or at least they did in Harry Potter.”

Anaïs thought about it for a moment. “Well… that sounds absurd, but I suppose it is worth a shot. If it does not work, please call the hospital.”

Ted carefully rolled up the leg of her jeans and positioned his head over the large, purple bruise. It wasn’t hard to force himself to cry; he was already freaking out over Anaïs’ injury. 3 large tears seeped out of his eyes and splashed down onto her wound. Almost immediately, Anaïs let out a cry of surprise as the bruise began to fade and her pain lessened. Ted rubbed his eyes and watched as some kind of strange magic worked itself to heal her recent wound, and after about a minute, Anaïs carefully stood up. Her leg was still stiff, but it looked as though her recent tumble hadn’t happened at all.

“Ah! Ted, you are amazing!” She leapt forward and hugged him tightly. Ted blushed even deeper than he had before.

“Well, it was nothing, really.” he said quickly.

“Do not be so modest, Ted,” she responded. “That is an extraordinary talent. You are extraordinary.”

She held him for a few minutes, and Ted didn’t fight it. He wasn’t sure she was aware what she was doing, but he really enjoyed her embrace. After a little while, she pulled back and rubbed the soft feathers on his chest.

“You are very warm,” she said teasingly. For some reason, this small sentence broke Ted completely.

“Anaïs, I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he said. Anaïs looked alarmed at this and opened her mouth to respond, but he rushed forward before she could speak.

“I really like your company, Ana. You’re in most of my classes and I’ve worked hard to position myself next to you in all of them. We started as friends but I think I’ve gone a bit further than that. And I’m sorry if I’m being too forward, but I really need to get this off my chest. Ana, I like you, more than I like anyone else. I would even say I love you. If that’s weird, I understand. But I had to say it.”

Anaïs covered her mouth with her hands. Ted looked into her eyes and saw that she was nearing tears again. He suddenly felt really foolish.

“Uh… sorry… I didn’t mean to…” but Anaïs suddenly surged forward and hugged him again.

“Oh, Ted! I love you too! I did not know how to say it and I wanted to get you alone today so I could confess and then I hurt myself and I was afraid I would not get the chance but you said it first and… oh, Ted!” She started crying hard. Ted wasn’t sure what to do. He hadn’t expected this emotional of a response, but he was pleased that it worked out. He held her for a few minutes, resting his beak on the top of her head, until eventually she pulled away from him again.

“You know, Ted, I come from the ‘city of love.’ Perhaps I should show you what I know?”

Ted had no idea how to respond to this. What did she mean? But his question was soon answered as she knelt between his legs and looked up at him happily. His tongue suddenly felt very dry. What was it with women wanting to blow him after he helped them?

Anaïs was searching between his legs. “Where is it?”

“It’s, uh, tucked inside. Give it a minute.”

Anaïs smiled at him. “Maybe I should coax him out, no?” She rubbed his crotch, and he felt pressure building. The small pocket that protected his genitals opened, and his balls flopped out, followed shortly by his half-erect cock. Anaïs started to rub it, and kissed the top.

“You are very warm here, too.”

As he got harder, Anaïs stopped rubbing and stared in amazement. It was nothing like any penis she’d ever seen before. This wasn’t saying much, because she hadn’t seen any in real life experience, but still, it was very much not a human dick. It was red and thin, and wider at the base than it was at the tip. Prof. Ampersand had once shown a picture of a dog penis, and it was something like that, although more even and without the knot. It looked like it would fit easily in her mouth.

“Do you want me to suck it, Ted?” she asked.

“Uh… um… sure…” Ted responded.

Anaïs giggled and briefly licked the tip of Ted’s dick. She put her whole mouth on it for a moment, but immediately took it off with a shriek. She stuck out her tongue and fanned her mouth with her hand.

“Ah! Ma langue!,” she said. “It is extremely hot. Is that normal?”

“I… uh… think so?” Ted said. “There’s a lot about me that’s pretty hot now. I hope it’s not causing problems.”

“I am sorry, but I can not continue,” Anaïs said sadly. “I almost burned myself on you! I am sorry, Ted!”

“That’s ok, Ana. You really didn’t need to do this. I’m just glad you like me.”

“No, it is not ok! This is important!”

Ted didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t expected her to value sexual intimacy so highly. “Ana, really, it’s ok…”

Anaïs seemed to be nearing tears. “C’est mon devoir! Si je ne peux pas - ”

Ted didn’t know what that meant, but he pulled her close. “Ana… ssh… it’s ok… it doesn’t matter. I still love you. Of course I do.”

No matter what Ted said, Anaïs seemed pretty upset. She was still sad when Ted left a few minutes later. Ted hoped she wouldn’t beat herself up over not being able to withstand a 350°F penis. After all, in a normal human life, this situation would never arise.

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But what Ted didn’t understand was what this meant to Anaïs. She’d never been in a proper relationship before and wanted this one to last. She had been taught that relationships were a two-way street. What you couldn’t give, you had to make up for with what your partner couldn’t give. And Anaïs thought it was pretty clear that she’d be in charge. To her, that meant that, in bed, she’d have to be able to make sure Ted was satisfied. And that not being possible was unacceptable. It tore her heart up to not be able to provide a basic bodily service to her man. But that was not Ted’s problem, it was hers. If Ted was too hot, she’d need to insulate herself. But she didn’t know how to do that.

Most people wouldn’t take not being able to withstand extreme temperatures personally. But Anaïs was a different kind of woman. She was French, and that meant that she would not give up, regardless of what the history books will tell you. She was a proud woman, and the important thing about true pride is that it can’t be misplaced. When she was ignorant or incapable of something, she was not ashamed. She sought help and guidance from those who were more knowledgeable than she in the subject, and bettered herself with their advice. This was how she found herself outside of 13 W Ellsdale Avenue on Sunday evening.

She knocked on the door loudly. After a few seconds, it opened, and there stood Malvory, wearing violet pajamas and looking pretty tired.

“Oh… howdy… Ana. What’s up?” she yawned.

“Good evening, Malvory. I am here to request your assistance with a particular problem of mine.”

Malvory stretched and rubbed her eyes. “It’s kinda late, Ana. Can we do this in the mornin’?”

“Mally, it is only 7:24. It is not that late.”

Malvory looked at her watch. “Oh… yeah. Well, what’s the problem?”

Anaïs glanced around nervously. “I am not entirely comfortable talking about it out here. Can I come in, please?”

Malvory looked at her a bit more alertly, interested now that the problem was secretive. “Yeah. C’mon in.”

“Thank you.” Anaïs walked past Malvory into her private dorm.

Malvory lead her into the basement. “So ah’m supposin’ that you want some kinda magical coolin’ thingo, right?”

Anaïs stared at her in surprise. “How… how did you know?”

Malvory smiled. “Well, ah know you and Ted are goin’ out now, and ah also know that he’s pretty warm. You want some way to cool down your nether region so you can handle his poker, mmh?”

Anaïs blushed. “Not in such strange words, but yes, I do want that.”

Malvory nodded. “I figured as much. I bet he’s way hotter than when he was back when he’d just transformed. He was prob’ly just over 80° then. Still hot, but phoenixes get downright boilin’.”

They had reached the basement. Anaïs had never been down here before. It was nicer than she had expected. Malvory clearly spent a lot of time down here. It had the usual magical doodads: sigil on the floor, bubbling cauldron, bookshelves stocked with occult scrolls and various -onomicons, bean bag chair, minifridge. Anaïs looked around in wonder while Malvory went to her cupboards and looked for ingredients. One of the janitors was polishing a boiler in the corner. He gave the girls a very stern look but remained silent. Anaïs decided to give him a wide berth.

After a few minutes, Malvory called over to her, “Hey, so ah have somethin’ that’ll work here, but there’s a catch and ah’m not so sure you’re gonna like it.”

Anaïs walked over to her. “Oh? What is it?”

Malvory held up a vial of pale pink liquid. Although she wasn’t moving it at all, the liquid inside was sloshing around in a way that almost made it seem alive. “This little guy right here is very much heat resistant. Drinkin’ it will certainly solve all of your heat related problems for pretty much the rest of your life, but that’s kind of a side effect, ya hear?”

Anaïs eyed the vial with apprehension. “What will it do to me?”

Malvory told her. “... and it won’t be wearin’ off, ever. That’ll be a permanent change. So if ah’m gonna be givin’ this to ya, you really gotta be sure you want it.”

Anaïs thought for a moment. “Yes, I think it will be worth it. That does not sound too bad at all.”

Malvory looked at her. “You’re sure? Because if this doesn’t work out, you’re stuck that way.”

Anaïs waved her hand. “Pooh pooh, Malvory. I am not doing this for me, I am doing it for Ted. And besides, it is not as though I am really losing anything.”

“Well, alright, if you’re sure,” Malvory said, handing her the vial. “Now, you’re gonna want to drink that right before lovemakin’, cause it’ll take effect pretty quick once it reacts to his body heat. If you took it sooner, you wouldn’t adapt properly to him, and it would still be uncomfortable. But if ya do it right, you should be able to handle pretty much any kind of heat that you’ll face on this earth, because there ain’t much hotter than our boy Ted. Also, make sure you’re nude. Ah guess it won’t matter a whole lot, but still, it’s a good idea.”

Anaïs laughed. “In more ways than one, Malvory, to me. Thank you.”

Malvory yawned. “Yeah, well, what’s a campus witch for if it ain’t for recklessly transformin’ her pals into weird creatures? Now, if’n you’ll excuse me, ah got a date with my bed that ah wanna get to.”

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Ted was listening to music in his dorm when he heard someone ring the bell. He hadn’t planned on having anyone come by, so it was a total mystery to him who it could be. He got up, turned off his music, and went over to the door.

It was Anaïs. She greeted him and walked in without being invited. Ted realized she must have something important to talk about. She seemed very excited.

His roommate Hickory poked his head out of his room. “Yo, Ted, who’s at the door?”

“Just my girl. Nothin’ you gotta mind.”

Hick nodded knowingly. “Ah. Gotcha. Let me know if you want me to leave, ok?”

“Sure thing, Hick.” Hick closed the door. He was probably playing

Ted turned his attention back to Anaïs. “So… what’s up? You seem pretty excited.”

Anaïs was almost bouncing on her heels. “Indeed! I have gotten a solution for our previous problem.”

“Problem?”

Anaïs nodded vigorously. “Yes! You do remember that your, ah, bite was much too hot for me to handle, no? Well, I spoke to Malvory, and she gave me this!” She held out a strange bottle full of a pale pink liquid. It was gooey and seemed to be moving on its own.

Ted had experience with Malvory’s potions and he wasn’t sure this was a great idea. “Uh, Ana, do you know what’s going to happen? Does Mal know? Are you sure?”

Anaïs smiled at him. “Yes, Ted dear. Don’t be upset. I want this and I accept it.”

This didn’t reassure Ted in the slightest. It sounded to him as though something unpleasant was going to take place for Anaïs, and she knew it and didn’t care. But he knew that if she knew what she was doing, he wasn’t going to be able to sway her. So he just said, “Well, ok. Do you know what you’re supposed to do? Did Mal give you any… instructions or something?”

Anaïs nodded again. “Yes. I am to undress and drink the potion, and then immediately position myself, er, on top of you. So I think you should undress as well.”

Ted was nervous but agreed. He removed his shirt and pants, which he had had to modify after he changed. He didn’t wear underwear anymore; his new biology didn’t need it. Anaïs did the same. Ted was surprised to see that she didn’t wear a bra. Maybe she had removed it before coming here, just for efficiency. She clearly was extremely excited to finally be able to have sex with him.

Ted had initially thought, upon first meeting her, that Anaïs was pretty but not necessarily extremely attractive. Having her stand before him, naked body on full view, completely changed his mind. Perhaps it was because he was dating her, but there was not a single person he could think of who had a better body than Anaïs Boucher. He had always thought of himself as an hourglass figure type of guy, but he realized that, compared to Anaïs’s D-cups and modest waist, an hourglass figure was entirely unnecessary. She had undone her bun, and her shoulder-length brown hair hung loosely around her, which was also very hot.

For her part, Anaïs had always thought of herself as a ‘people person.’ But what she realized, as Ted grew very aroused very quickly, was that she might never quite get over this bird cock, regardless of how such a thing didn’t really exist in nature. Ted’s soft plumage gently rising and falling as he breathed was also very nice. From a combination of the anticipation of the act and the actual arousal at seeing Ted’s swollen shaft, she realized that she was very wet indeed. As she stared at Ted, she had to fight the urge to start touching herself.

After several seconds of just staring at each other in amazement, Ted brought himself back to reality. “So… what should I do?”

Anaïs shook herself awake as well. “Oh! Yes… I think you should lie down.”

Ted suddenly remembered something. “Yeah. Give me a minute, though. Let’s go into my room for a sec.”

They went into Ted’s bedroom, and as Ted closed the door, he called out, “Yo, Hick! I think you should clear out.”

“Roger!” came Hick’s reply from the other room, and about a minute later, Ted heard Hickory leave his room, grab his bag, and exit the dorm.

Ted opened the door and turned to Anaïs. She had been staring at his tail the whole time. She was breathing heavily and had one of her arms clutching the other one, as though holding it down.

“Well, he’s gone. Let’s go back to the living room, shall we?”

They walked back into the living room. Hickory had graciously lowered all of the blinds so that nobody could see in. Ted lay out a blanket and lay down on it. He looked at Anaïs. “So… like this?”

“Yes, like that. That should work.” Anaïs stood over him, ready to ride him. He shifted his shaft upwards. Some juice from Anaïs’s extremely aroused pussy dripped onto him, and he realised just how much this meant to her.

“Ok. I am ready.” Anaïs pulled out the bottle and uncorked it. She drank the entire thing in one go.

“How is it?” Ted asked.

Anaïs licked her lips. “Hmm… it is thick, and tastes of strawberries. Not unpleasant. The texture is somewhat like jam, but more liquid.”

“That sounds interesting.”

“Yes, it was - oh!” Anaïs’s knees suddenly buckled, and she dropped full-force onto Ted’s dick.

Ted had been ridden before. Not many times; in fact, only once. But he knew that this feeling, the one he had now, inside of Anaïs, was not normal. It was something more. Her body felt as though it was shifting to exactly the shape of his cock, and was gripping it tightly. She was the exact same temperature as him, and it felt perfect. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out. And she felt even wetter than she had looked. That part didn’t seem right, but Ted was in no state of mind to consider that. He was too wrapped up in the absolute ecstasy of Anaïs’s perfect body. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed it.

But Anaïs’s perfect body was undergoing a pretty drastic change. Ted had initially felt extremely hot inside of her, almost to the point of burning her, but she had gotten used to it very quickly. She wasn’t paying attention to the temperature, though, because the rest of her body felt stranger than it, or indeed anyone’s, body had ever felt before. It was as though she were melting into goo, and it felt good. She could feel her bones relaxing and her cells shifting their makeup. All of the liquids inside of her were boiling, but the temperature didn’t bother her at all. She could very much feel Ted, but something was different. It felt as though she was perfectly suited for the shape of Ted’s dick, and she could feel her body squeezing around it in a way that felt very much physically impossible. She didn’t have conscious control of her pussy. But it all felt so perfect. She was struggling to keep control of her mind.

She tried to stand up, and the slight movement around Ted’s shaft sent a brand new wave of pleasure throughout her body, almost making her cum immediately. Ted moaned softly and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back down. He noticed that she felt stickier than usual. And wetter, too, in a way that didn’t at all seem like sweat. He opened his eyes and nearly yelled when he saw what was happening.

Anaïs’s body was completely pink, similar to the pink that the liquid in the vase was, but deeper. She was also semi-transparent; he could see through her to the wall, as well as his cock inside of her. She apparently hadn’t noticed yet, but as Ted’s wing suddenly went through her shoulder, he realized what had happened: her body was now completely composed of slime.

Anaïs leaned forward and placed her gooey hands on his chest, moaning in transports of pleasure as she bounced up and down on his dick. She seemed to have lost control of her body, as her legs had melted into a puddle around his waist. Her hair, if it could be called that anymore, hung around her face.

“Ana! You - you’re - a slime!” Ted managed to choke out.

Anaïs opened her eyes, and Ted was startled to see that they also were the same deep pink. She was entirely monochromatic. Her pupils seemed strangely scrambled, as though they too were out of her control. He wondered how many times she had cum.

“Yes - ah! - Ted. It was the - mmh! - only way,” Anaïs murmured as she continued to squeeze him. “I no longer - ooh! - have to worry - aaah! - about your heat.”

“You - mmh - knew?!”

“Yes. I - aah! - chose this.”

Ted wasn’t able to formulate a response. The pleasure was just too great. Anaïs seemed to have realized that she could control her own tightness, and was doing so to great effect. It felt like she was trying to milk him. He didn’t think he’d be able to hold it much longer.

“Ana! I’m going to - ah! - cum soon!” he managed to say.

Immediately, Anaïs stopped and pulled off of him with a squelching noise. “Then I would like to finish what I was unable to last time,” she said, kneeling down next to him. Ted got the idea immediately. He stood up and Anaïs opened her wet pink mouth invitingly. He positioned the tip of his dick on her tongue and, holding the back of her head, slammed his cock down her throat. Judging by the pleasure-filled squeal she made, Ted guessed that she had cum from that. That wasn’t normal. But he’d worry about that later. Anaïs made a gesture that clearly asked him to continue fucking her face. He was only too happy to oblige.

She stuck out her tongue and gently moved it around him as he thrust his cock repeatedly in and out. He could feel the pressure building in him. Finally, with a loud squawk, he came forcefully down her throat. He looked down and could see his cum, white and thick, settling in the middle of her torso. It seemed to be dispersing and dissolving within her. Anaïs’s arms hung limply by her side as she was overcome with pleasure, both sexual and emotional.

With another squelch, Ted pulled his dick out of her mouth. It was very wet, but not covered in slime, as one might think. Anaïs collapsed into almost a puddle on the blanket and lay there with a contented expression for some time as Ted cleaned up the floor around her. He picked up the blanket and dropped Anaïs into a laundry basket, which she filled almost completely.

“Are you ok, Ana?” he asked her.

“Je peux me sentir fondre et je l’aime…” she burbled, which he took as a yes.

With the cleaning done, Ted brought Anaïs into his room and set the basket down next to his bed. He collapsed onto his bed and said, “Ana, I’m going to fall asleep now. Will you be ok in that basket for a while?”

“Yes… I will be fine… I may sleep as well.” she said weakly but happily.

“Good…” he yawned. “I’m glad that you were able to pleasure me.”

“The pleasure is all mine, dear Ted,” said Anaïs.

Ted laughed, and soon after both of them fell asleep.