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A quick date and call it good. Nope. One look at Shagorza the Elk and she falls head over heels. She loses all of her confidence and melts like butter around him. What's happening?! After a few dates, he comes over to her house for a pizza date. What does he find in her room? Her diapers of course. Surprise, he's actually a HUGE dom and takes over. She lets it happen though and loves every minute.

This story has some background. I won 2 raffles in a row from ZombieNeko, or UniaMoon on InkBunny, and they featured the same character. I contacted the character in the raffle pics and we linked them together into a story! Check the original FA post for more info and the PDF.

As usual, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56400679/", "writing": "Nobody Elk Like Him\n\n“You should have seen him, sweetie; his rack was ginormous!” Grace was sitting at the table with Ember over dinner. The two were discussing their day, and Grace was more than eager to share. Her pork chops were getting cold with the amount she was talking about. “I think he might be a bit of a hippie, though.” \n\n“What makes you say that?” Ember reached for the mashed potatoes in the center of the table, spooning some onto her plate. She never was one for talking too much when there was food involved. She didn’t NEED food; Gooborgs didn’t require sustenance, but something was to be said about not eating after years of not doing so. \n\n“His black hair was super long, probably down to his shoulder blades.” Grace picked up her fork and started working on her pork chops. “And he was wearing a tye-dye shirt. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his jeans were bell bottoms.” She stabbed a chunk of porkchop with her fork and waved it around as she spoke. “Those antlers, though, must be at least two feet!”\n\n“Uh-huh.” Ember acknowledged with her mouthful. She liked it when Grace started talking about things at length, but half the time, it was about stuff she didn’t care about. In this case, she wasn’t interested, but she would humor her. She swallowed and continued her response. “So why are you all obsessed over this guy?”\n\n“Well, he said he was single.” She blushed as she poured some applesauce into her side dish.\n\n“Hun, I know you want a polycule, but we can’t just adopt everyone we see.” Grace wanted to form a polycule with people she liked, but she just came on too strong. Some Luxray that visited a while ago was a contender, but she had discovered Grace’s secret. That was the end of that. Jay was a good boy, too, but he wasn’t interested. Olo wasn’t a candidate; he had just lived in the pool during the warm months.\n\n“What about your friends? Um… Luve and Melly?”\n\n“Luv and Ellie,” Ember emphasized their names and said them slowly. Grace said their names wrong every time. It was almost a joke how many times she said their names wrong. “We are not in a romantic relationship; we are merely friends.”\n\n“Friends that wear diapers together, inflate into blueberries together, kiss each other…” she grinned at the last point, verbally prodding her.\n\n“We were drunk, and it was the one time. Besides, we built a friendship that night. They saw my tits; they kissed me and each other.” She got up and carried away her dinnerware to the sink. “Not like you don’t show strangers your tits when you do your live milkings.”\n\n“Anyways.” She reached into the chest pocket of her bibs. “I got his number.”\n\n“No.”\n\n“What do you mean no?”\n\n“I mean, I’m not going on a blind date with some guy just because YOU think he’s cute.” She loved Grace very much, but there were still things about her that she didn’t like. This idea of hers about a polycule for example. She started filling the sink with water for dishes.\n\n“Hun. I don’t wanna play this card, but you leave me no choice.” She stood from the table and took her phone from her side pockets. “It would be a real shame if I showed Louvre and Belly these pictures, wouldn’t it?” She swiped through her gallery and showed the phone to Ember. \n\nEmber stopped the water and moved closer to the phone. She gasped. “You wouldn’t.” There was slight hostility in her tone. Grace had shown her pictures of Ember in their room, but when she thought she was alone. She was experimenting with her little age. Ember had changed her goo diaper to pink, shortened her hair into pigtails, and had a cute light blue onesie with blocks and hearts for the pattern. She was holding one of the plushies from the bed by the arms. It was hard to tell if she was saying anything, for she also had a pink pacifier.\n\n“Oh, I would.” Grace wore a nefariously evil grin, her finger hovering above the send button. She had those pictures queued into a group text to them both. Of course, their names were spelled wrong in her contacts as well. “Give the boy a chance.”\n\nEmber groaned. “Fine. One.” She opened the tap again and continued the dishes.\n\n“Yee-haw!” Grace ran over to Ember and kissed her on the cheek. “Trust me, you won’t regret it.”\n\n\n\n\nLater that week, Ember drove up and parked in front of Machiavelli’s, the local Italian restaurant. The building was made of tan bricks and had green awnings over the windows—what you’d expect from the average Italian restaurant. Grace made all the arrangements so she couldn’t back out of it. They both agreed to make plans for a Thursday night, though. Those were usually the slower days for downtown Furgis. She locked the car and walked inside.\n\nAs she expected, it was a slow evening; very few tables were occupied. The maître D, a tall, slim, black panther, stood there waiting for her to address him. She looked around the restaurant for a little bit. “One of these has gotta be him.” Three tables held couples of mixed species eating dinner or casually talking. One had a large party of seven, probably a birthday party, given the balloons in the middle of the table. “There. He’s here already.” She looked at the maître D as she said this. He waived her on with a wave of his paw. \n\nIt was him, alright. He sat in the back of the restaurant in one of the booths. Long black hair down his shoulders and nearly covering his eyes, a tye-dye shirt, red pants, and the largest antlers she had ever seen. She thought she had a big rack, but this took the cake. She wandered through the nearly empty restaurant, taking care not to bump into tables and chairs with her tail.\n\nShe had approached him now. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, he was still looking at the extensive menu and didn’t see her. “Umm…” Where was all her confidence? She was a mommy, a Gooborg Princess; where was all the confidence and guts she always had? “Shargoza?”\n\nThe Elk lowered his menu and looked for whoever had spoken. “You mean Shagorza?” He smiled warmly. His red eyes told her she could let her guard down a bit. She could be herself around him and relax.\n\n“Yeah, that was what I meant.” She sat down across from him. “Sorry.”\n\n“No, you’re alright. I know it’s a mouthful.” He set his menu on the table. “You must be Ember then.” He placed his elbows on the table, folded his hands, and supported his head with them. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Grace.” He was so relaxed about this whole situation. It is way different from the usual company she keeps. Usually, when she meets someone new, they get flustered, start blushing, and stumble over their words. Partially because she’s a very sexy woman, but she usually met new people on the promise of sexual misdeeds later, whether they intended to happen or not. \n\n“Grace has told me a bit about you, but that’s awful biased. Why don’t you tell me about yourself.”\n\n“Well,” Ember couldn’t help but smile. I’m 27. You probably figured out I’m a dragon/shark.” She raised her tail above the table’s surface and showed off her fins. And yes, I am made of goo.” She poked herself a few times and showed him how her finger pierced her body. \n\n“That’s unusual.” He leaned over and looked closer. Ember felt hot as she watched Shagorza look at her body intensely. “What kind of luck did you have for that to happen?”\n\n“It’s a long story. You know, aliens coming down to earth, assimilation, blah blah blah.” She felt inclined to tell him his life story. Something about him staying focused on her and not constantly doing other things while listening to people like she tended to do. “I’m a work-from-home reading tutor. Do you have any idea how many kids nowadays can’t even put their alphabet together?”\n\n“You must be joking.” Shagorza looked at her, genuinely shocked. \n\n“I’m serious. Half of the kids I work with struggle to spell three-letter words. They don’t know how to spell ‘whoa,’ ‘why,’ and ‘the,’ but can still spell the words they see in games.”\n\n“But why? That seems so backward?”\n\n“I don’t know,” Ember shrugged, “but that’s my job: Get them up to snuff and above. I’ve had kids come on that couldn’t spell three-letter words, and after their time with me, they could properly spell multi-syllable words like ‘understand,’ ‘caffeine,’ ‘antidisestablishmentarianism.’” \n\n“How do you manage that?”\n\n“I have my methods.” She smirked, clearly proud of her work. Maybe I could give you a private lesson.” This was her window to regain her dominant confidence. She was in charge here. She might get laid, but it would be on her terms. \n\n“Maybe I’d like that, Ms. Ember.” Shagorza leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I have a teacher fantasy, you know.”\n\nThis was going swimmingly. “Tell me ‘bout it.” She leaned forward, eager to hear his dirty little secret.\n\n“Would the sir and madam care to order an appetizer?” A prim-looking Leopard approached the table and stood there. His work uniform was spotless and unwrinkled, and he was proud of his craft.\n\n“Umm…” Ember’s groove was thrown off. The two leaned back in their booths. They were just about to get down to the nitty-gritty, and like every server seems to do, they interrupted at the wrong time. “Bruschetta, please.” \n\n“Do we know what we’d like for our entrees?”\n\nEmber hadn’t looked at the menu at all since she got here. She was too engrossed in the Elk across from her. He had his menu back up, a finger tracing the menu, trying to find what he had seen earlier. She took this opportunity to find something. She wasn’t that picky with food, but knowing her luck, she’d randomly choose something with cauliflower, and she couldn’t stand cauliflower. \n\n“I’d like the Penne alla Vodka.” He handed the menu to the waiter, smiling as he did.\n\n“Uh…” Ember was still looking. This menu was as extensive as Cheesecake Factory! “I can’t decide, so many good options.” She was buying time to find something.\n\n“She’ll have what I’m having,” Shagorza said to the waiter. “I’ve had it before; it’s terrific.”\n\n“Excellent choices, you two.” The waiter took Ember’s menu and walked away.\n\n“What’s wrong with me today?” Ember mumbled under her breath. She shook her head, hoping to disperse whatever funk was clouding her.\n\n“Where were we?” He looked at her again, those deep red eyes looking into her soul. She couldn’t stand it. Ember could tell when people were being polite for the sake of it and Shagorza wasn’t. He was just being himself. His personality was her weakness. She loved nice guys and often turned to jelly for them. \n\n“You were telling me about you.” She set her arms on the table and stared back at him. She put the domfidence on the backburner for now. She just wanted to enjoy his company. \n\n“Well, I’m a mechanical engineer.”\n\n“Wow, I haven’t met anyone who’s done that before.” She meant it, too; most of the people she met were retail employees or in the service industry. “What exactly does that mean?”\n\n“Well,” he gathered his thoughts, placing his hand on his chin, “I mostly work on moving parts and chains. Like at my current job, I know it’s nothing fancy, but I had to fix a grinder jam today. I had to take the back plate off after turning the power to it. Then, I pulled out what I could from the bottom, the opening, and the top compartment. Even then, I had to use a,” he mimed the motions, “crowbar to pry out the material, then put it all back together, resupplying it with power, and starting it back up.”\n\nEmber looked at him like she didn’t understand a word of it. “That all went over my head. I’ll be honest with you, but it sounds like you are having fun.”\n\n“Hell no.” He let out a genuine laugh. “It’s a pain in the ass.” He sighed. “I work long hours, I break nearly break by back every week, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone home smelling like rubber, oil, or mechanic shop in general.” He chuckled to himself. “I love it, though.”\n\n“I feel the same way about my teaching.” She sighed longingly. “The red tape is practically coiling around me like a snake. I say one wrong thing, and the parent is on me like I just committed murder.” Her accent was spilling out now, as always when she got heated about things. “Not even ta mention the things we can’t do but damn well should. I mean, why the hell can’t we bump ‘em up if they’re doing well? Nooo gotta get approval from the higher-ups. Like they know what’s best for the child, but they only see attendance records for it.” Ember turned to look at Shagorza directly now. “How would you like to read simple books like Dan Had a Cat? The cat ran out to the van. The van drove to the canyon’ blah blah blah when you can read 8th-grade level books just fine?”\n\n“I sure wouldn’t. It would make me feel stupid.”\n\n“Exactly! So, I get in trouble for moving them up in difficulty. The kids do better on harder books, enjoy reading the harder ones when they can, and get better at reading.”\n\n“Sounds like you have it tougher than me.” The waiter came by with plates and the Bruschetta at this point. “But take a break from all that. Food’s here.”\n\nThey continued to chat throughout the meal. The pasta was delicious, as expected. The waiter dropped off the bill and left. The two of them looked at the receipt book on the table. The battle had begun as soon as they locked their eyes. “Please, let me.” Ember reached for her wallet.\n\n“No, let me.” Shagorza reached for the book but was stopped by Ember. She swiped it away, but not before he grabbed the edge of the sticking-out bill. It slid out from the book as Ember pulled the book away. “Haha!” He looked at the bill; not as bad as he expected.\n\n“Hey, I’m not letting a cutie like you pay for me.” She had let it slip. She covered her mouth and blushed. Shagorza blushed as well. “You uh… you didn’t hear that.”\n\n“No promises.” He took his chance. Whipping out his wallet, he placed his card on top of the bill and put it on the table. “There. Problem solved. You can pay for next time if it bugs you so much.”\n\n“Next time?” Ember blushed even deeper red. “Yeah… I’d like that.” The waiter slid on by silently and took the bill. “I could get your number from Grace, but,” she reached for her phone in her pocket, “would you mind?” She slid the phone over to him. “There’s no lock code or anything.”\n\n“Only if you do the same.” He followed suit and gave her his phone, unlocking it first. “I’d love to see you again.”\n\n“You choose next time since I chose to have dinner.” She was typing in her info as she talked. She paused for a second and looked around the restaurant. It remained a slow business day, and it slowed down significantly. They were the only ones left in the place. Shagorza was busy putting in his info. She snuck over to the next booth with his phone. She never did this sort of thing; she didn’t know why she felt like doing it now. She tapped the circle with her initials in it to add a picture. She pulled down the neck of her red top and took a provocative selfie, cleavage on full display. The top-down angle of the shot only made the selfie more sexual.\n\nShe returned to her seat to find Shagorza waiting for her. “Oh, there you are.” He smiled. “I thought you ran off to the bathroom.”\n\n“Oh, no. I thought I found a dollar on the floor.” She lied to cover up her surprise. “There wasn’t. Silly me.” When she was gone, the waiter had dropped off the bill. It was all signed and paid for.\n\n“Well, I suppose we’ve had our fun for tonight.” Shagorza slid out of the booth. “Walk you to your car, my lady?” He held his arm out, curved, expecting Ember to hook her arm through his.\n\n“Such a gentleman.” She did as she was expected. The two walked out of the restaurant with as much class as the two could muster. \n\nOutside, Ember led Shagorza to her car. “Nice ride.”\n\n“Thank you. I fixed it myself, with some help from Dad, too.” Her Firebird was her pride and joy. \n\n“I’d love to go for a ride sometime.” He looked at it curiously. \n\nShe had a sneaky idea. “Maybe I’ll pick you up next time?” Without warning, she leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll text you the details.” She let go of his arm and walked to the driver’s side. “Later, hot stuff.” She opened the door and promptly started the engine.\n\nAll Shagorza could do was stand there dumbfounded. It was his first date in a long time, and he got a kiss. And the girl he went with was a natural beauty too. Ember drove off, waving to him behind the passenger window. He still couldn’t move, though. It was almost like a lousy high school-themed movie. The girl kisses the guy; he’s lost in thoughts about love and stands there like an idiot. It was a while before he came to his senses again. Then, he walked to his car and drove home.\n\n\n\n\n“Ok, maybe you were right.” Ember was on the couch in the living room with Grace. Grace had bought them both some beers. Grace wanted to hear about everything. “He’s something else.”\n\n“Well, tell me, girl, what happened? What did he do? Did you two fuck?” She leaned in close to Ember, looking at her with suspicious eyes.\n\n“No, we didn’t!” Ember pushed her away. “We had dinner and talked about our jobs.” She popped open their beers by stabbing the tops. “Nothing crazy.”\n\n“Bullshit. Ember, I know you better than almost anyone. You’re not one to put off a good fuck.”\n\n“Way to make us sound like a slut.” She looked at her disapprovingly. “He’s too nice to sleep with on the first date.” She thought back to the events earlier that night. It was like he put a cork in her lewd and only brought out her loving, sweet nature.\n\n“But tell me I’m wrong.” She took a swig at her beer and paid back. “Almost every guy you bring home, you either buttfuck or get some action out of them. Look at Jay.”\n\n“Yeah, it’s a miracle we found him and were able to put him back together. Good thing I kept that spell book from Strobes, eh?”\n\n“Lily and Cameron?”\n\n“Orchid, remember? She’s in the basement; I set up a little hangout for her when I’m not using her.”\n\n“Oh, so that’s why the utility bill went up.” \n\n“Whatever happened to Potion Barn? Thought you were doing potions and magicy stuff as a side business.”\n\n“Sold the place. I’m not up to magic.” She shrugged and took another pull. “What about-“\n\n“I get it.” She took a long pull at her beer. “I don’t know. There’s something about Shagorza. He’s charming.” She sighed longingly. “He’s not hiding anything. He isn’t dating me just for sex, I can tell.”\n\n“Told you, he was a good match.” Grace grinned. “So, what ‘cha think?”\n\n“I’m gonna text him tomorrow and set up another date. I wanna see him again.” She blushed deep red. “Maybe I’ll try and get some out of him then…”\n\n“There’s the Ember I know!” Grace punched her gooey arm, resulting in a sloppy impact. “So, we gonna continue Weirder Things?”\n\n“Yeah.” She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She grabbed it and did a quick check to see who it was. It was a text from Shagorza! “It’s him!” She swiped to open the text from the Elk. “ ’Use this for my pfp, you stinker.’ Oh, he saw it.” Blushing, she tapped the image that didn’t compress. It was a selfie of his abs and groin. His pants were pulled down just above his dick. \n\n“OOOOOH, girl!” Ember didn’t notice that Grace had been peeking over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you gave him, but that’s hot!” He had a well-defined six-pack, and he left just enough to tease her for any fun time they may have later. Ember quickly cropped the image, set it as his contact pfp in the contacts app, and put her phone away. \n\n“You hush. I gave him something to remember me by.” She was blushing again. This must have been his secret power over her. She had never blushed that much in a day since her middle school crush said that he liked her back. Pushing these thoughts out of her mind, she focused on the TV. The opening credits were starting.\n\n* * *\n\nEmber drove up to Shagorza’s apartment a week later. They had already made plans to see a movie, some sci-fi flick that he was looking forward to seeing. Ember was well prepared for today, too. She thought she should try something casual rather than her usual red crop top and cut-off shorts. She pulled out an old band shirt and some cargo shorts she hadn’t worn in a while. She never was one for high fashion, and she didn’t give a damn who thought otherwise. The shirt accented her tits because she never wore a bra, so her nipples were showing through the fabric. The shorts hugged her hips, showing every curve: it would show off her bulge if she let it.\n\nShe sent Shagorza a text that she was here. Two minutes later, he came walking to the front of the tall apartment complex, head down so his antlers wouldn’t bump against the entryway frame. Ember had parked directly in front of the building, so she wasn’t hard to find. She rolled down the window and called to him, “Hey, hot stuff!” He blushed and quickly strode to the vehicle.\n\n“You’re embarrassing me, Ember.” He said as he opened the passenger door. He looked around the interior of the Firebird. “Did you redo the interior too?”\n\n“Hell yeah, we did. Try living in this day and age without charging ports and a Bluetooth radio. Everything on the radio nowadays is trash anyway.” She pulled out her phone and handed it to him. “Find something you like.” She pulled out of the parking spot and got onto the road. “So, what are you gonna go see again?”\n\n“Prince of the Brooch.” He responded haughtily. “They finally decided to adapt the books into a movie. I doubt they’re going to do it any justice.” If he had glasses, he’d adjust them to his face as nerds do when explaining something nerdy. “You see, this whole series is spread across three books unless you count the book that came before it, but that’s a tie in that BECAME canon by accident.”\n\n“I see.” Ember was focusing on the road but listening intently.\n\n“But I was skeptical when Peter Lackson said he would make a movie adaptation. How could you cram three books into one movie without releasing a director’s cut later? It’s not like everyone can release a seven-hour special edition, claiming ‘this is the definitive version’ after you release the version that’s a third the length in theaters like Zack Spyder has done.” He muttered under his breath, “Justice Force, pffft. What a bad film.”\n\n“Sounds like I may like this if it’s as big as you say.”\n\n“I hope so. The critics have been sworn to silence about any plot points, but they have said it will leave viewers on the edge of their seats. I hope so.”\n\nThe theater wasn’t that far from his apartments. She found a decent parking spot behind the building, and they both went inside, Shagorza explaining important characters and things that she would need to know the entire time. “-and it’s important to know that Quackagast the Brown is not gonna be in this film only because of time. The combined books are over two thousand pages. I wonder how they’ll fill his place in the plot.”\n\n“We’re here, hun.” He talked about it so long and at such length that he hardly paid attention to where he was. They were already in the theatre’s lobby and at the register.\n\nThe clerk looked at the two of them with a smirk; seeing such an unusual couple must have been amusing. “I’m assuming we’re here to see Prince of the Brooch?”\n\n“Yes, two tickets, please.” Ember laughed and grabbed her wallet from her back pocket.\n\n“Matinee prices right now, so $10 even.” She handed the clerk a ten-dollar bill and presented them with two tickets. “Enjoy the show.”\n\nThe two sidestepped over to the concession stand, which shared the same counter. Luckily, no one ever showed up for matinee viewings at this exact time, or there would have been a longer line. “I may have saved on tickets, but I’m not saving on popcorn.” She looked at the board above the counter. The screens flashed advertisements for their other offerings as well as the main attraction.\n\nAnother employee stood there waiting for them to choose. “Want your own bucket?” Ember looked to Shagorza, who was still looking over the menu. \n\n“It would be cheaper if we got combo number four.” Two large popcorn and two large drinks. Popcorn was already highway robbery; you might as well get your money’s worth. He seemed to be looking for something else but wasn’t having much luck. \n\n“Yeah, let’s do that.” The employee was listening and started getting the popcorn once Ember said, ‘Yeah.’ He worked fast and filled the two buckets in no time at all.\n\n“What about your drinks, you two?”\n\n“Sweet tea, no ice.”\n\n“Um…” He looked on the side of the soda machine facing the lobby. The logos told what beverages they offered. “Copa-Cola.” The employee began filling the large drink cups. “Why no ice, Ember?”\n\n“You get more that way.” They were handed their drinks and popcorn. Ember swiped her card, and they were on their way to Theater 4. It was empty, not a soul in sight. Shagorza took the lead and sat in the back, dead center.\n\n“Just in case anyone comes in.” He wiggled his head. “These antlers don’t belong up front, you know?”\n\n“I can see that.” They sat down and went back and forth with the trivia on screen. After the trivia ended, the lights dimmed, and the trailers began. Ember nudged him and handed him a plastic baggie full of candy.\n\n“What’s this?” He squeezed his popcorn bucket between his thighs and took the bag. He couldn’t quite make out what it was in the low light. He chanced, reaching inside the bag and feeling what it was. “No way…” He pulled one of the items out. A small, semicircular drop of chocolate, topped with white candy beads. “How did you know I like Snocaps?”\n\n“I dug through your social media.” She whispered. There may not have been anyone in the theater, but she still whispered. Her mom would be very disappointed if she didn’t. She pulled out a bag of her own, but these weren’t hard, chocolate candies. She opened the bag, grabbed one of the things, and looked at Shagorza. “Here it comes. Da dun. Da dun. Da dun da dun dadundaundaun.” She was moving the thing towards his mouth in a swimming motion. He opened his mouth and let her pop it in his mouth. \n\nHe chewed and chewed. It was a gummy candy. The blast of sour flavor hit his tongue, fighting off the salty taste filling his mouth from the popcorn. Then, the fruity, blue raspberry flavor took over. “It would be like you to enjoy Gummy Sharks, wouldn’t it?” They laughed. It's not like they had to keep their voices down. The trailers kept rolling as they goofed around. Eventually, after several trailers for sequels, remakes, and garbage movies that the average person had no interest in seeing, the movie started. \n\nThe movie continued, and the two sat in silence, occasionally exchanging snarky remarks; Ember asked questions, and Shagorza remarked on the improper use of some magic. \n\n\n\n“Give me the Brooch, Brodi Haggins!” Barumon the White shouted to Brodi. “With it, we can rule all of Lower Mars. Create an army of Quacks at our command!”\n\n“No…” Brodi breathed heavily as he fought his desire for power. “No, I’ll never join you Barumon!” He held the Brooch, taking in its bright green glow. The triangular gem in the center of the square border was glowing red hot, hard to hold. “I won’t let you turn Lower Mars into ducks.”\n\n“How can you stop me if you couldn’t save your friend?” Barumon raised his head, looking down on Brodi with an intense stare. He pointed to a giant egg that stood beside them, towering over Brodi’s four-foot stature. “You couldn’t even prevent Bippen from being captured.” He raised his oaken staff; the egg-shaped gem atop it glowed brightly. The giant egg began to shine as well. A loud cracking sound filled the room. Whatever was inside the egg was hatching, the cracks forming in the shell, climbing up the shell, and splitting. \n\n“You wouldn’t.” Brodi had a helpless look on his face as he watched the egg hatch.\n\n“Oh, but I would.” The egg hatched in brilliant light. Out from the egg walked a creature—two webbed feet, long avian neck, wings at their sides, and tucked flat against their body. A monstrous golden duck had emerged.\n\nBrodi was not sure what to think. Then, he saw the object wrapped around its neck. The choker from the elven village. “Bippen!”\n\n“You are too late, Brodi.” Barumon cackled with laughter. “She is my servant now. And if you don’t give me the brooch, you will suffer the same fate.”\n\nBrodi clutched the brooch tightly in his hands. Breathing sharply through his gritted teeth, he reached for his sword, Pierce. The magical sword was hot with fury, matching his wielders. Brodi clipped the brooch to his traveling cloak. “Not on your life.” He pulled Pierce from the sheath and crouched low, holding his sword in the battle-ready position. \n\n“You have sealed your fate.” Barumon pulled his sword from his dimension pocket. His sword was not special like Brodi’s but could deal damage like any other sword. The two ran toward each other, Brodi screaming like a fool. He leaped into the air, sword in the air. His blind rage was making him forget his training. A deft downward air slash would usually do the trick. The two swords collided with a flash and clang of steel. \n\nThe screen went blank. Credits began to roll. The lights came back on.\n\n“WHAT?!?!” Shagorza jumped from his seat, spilling what was left of his snocaps and sending his empty popcorn bucket to the floor.\n\n“I can’t believe that shit.” Ember sat once on the edge of her seat, now leaning back, defeated. “I can’t believe they did that. It’s Revengers: Infinity War all over again!”\n\nShagorza fell into his seat again, the chair protesting the sudden weight. “Great, now we have to wait for a while.” He crossed his arms in frustration; the credits continued rolling.\n\nEmber was frustrated, too, but not as much as he was. She was going to give him a bit to relax before they left. Pulling out her phone to check for anything she missed, she saw that she had missed a few texts from Grace.\n\nGrace\nHow’d the movie go?\n\nEmber\nCliffhanger. Big one. We’re both SO mad.\n\nGrace\nI bet you a quart of ice cream; you won’t make out with him tonight; make him feel better.\n\nEmber \nI wasn’t going to, but I might now that you’ve got ice cream on the line: toasted coconut or no bet.\n\nGrace\nFine, I’ll get the ice cream maker out. You know I gotta make that flavor.\n\nEmber\nExactly, you gotta earn it. And don’t skip out on the cream; use your good stuff.\n\nGrace\nFine. I want all the details. \n\n“Hey,” Ember poked Shagorza as she put her phone away, “pizza?”\n\n“Yeah.” He was still salty over the ending, but there was nothing that pizza couldn’t fix. They left the theatre, dropping their things in the trash outside the doors. The sun was starting to go down, but there was plenty of time left for activities. They hopped in Ember’s car and drove to the local place,\n\n\n\n\nEmber and Shagorza climbed up the stairs of his apartment complex. “And I’m telling you, pineapple on pizza is great.” Ember was carrying the two pizzas they ordered because they couldn’t agree.\n\n“And I’m telling you,” Shagorza was playful but still debating, “it’s a war crime.”\n\n“Why? What’s so bad about it?” They reached his unit, and he was fiddling with the keys in his pocket.\n\n“Would you put pineapple on bread?” He opened the door, and they walked inside.\n\n“No?”\n\n“Then why would you put it on pizza? Pizza dough is essentially bread.”\n\n“But it also has cheese, sauce, maybe meat.”\n\n“So, you’re making up for it by adding other things?”\n\nShe looked around the place. It looked like a very average apartment unit. A counter sectioned off the kitchen with very little space for anything. The living room was also tiny, but the place wasn’t cluttered with stuff, so it looked more extensive than it was. There was a kitchen table, but she figured they would eat on the couch; that was the case with most of her dates.\n\n“Listen, you goof,” Ember set the pizza on the coffee table in front of the TV and crossed her arms, “I made pizza for three years at that place we were just at. I’ve had orders for no sauce, no cheese, no sauce or cheese; either way, it’s pizza. And pizza is like sex.” Shagorza looked at her curiously. “When it’s good, it’s goooood. When it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. While I agree that pineapple is good on pizza, it is not a single topping thing.”\n\n“Explain yourself.” He looked smug.\n\n“It’s too sweet, making the pizza runny and juicy. You pair something like pineapple with a savory flavor like ham, bacon, pepperoni, hell, maybe all three. I’ve made a pizza with ham, bacon, jalapenos, BBQ sauce drizzle, and pineapple. It was delicious.”\n\n“Ok,” he had to concede one to that, “that does sound good.”\n\n“Maybe I can make your pizza next time you’re at my place.” She sat down on the couch and opened up the boxes. His pizza was on top: pepperoni, chicken, sausage, and green pepper. Not a bad choice, but she wanted hers. She switched the boxes around and opened them up. There was her baby: pineapple, ham, and onion. \n\nShagorza came over and sat beside her, sliding his box on the table. “I’d like that. Maybe we can do it together.” He had placed his hand on her knee as he leaned over to look at her.\n\nEmber’s face flushed. There went her domfidence. His kind eyes and honest smile. “Yeah, we should.” She looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.\n\n“Hey,” He placed his hand on her knee and practically commanded her to look at him, “I had a wonderful time.”\n\n“Me… too…” She looked at him. He was looking directly at her, eyes staring into hers. \n\n“We should do that pizza idea of yours next week. I bet you make the best pizza in the county.”\n\n“I may or may not have stolen the dough recipe and made some adjustments.” She was losing ground; he was taking over. His genuine niceness overcame any chance of her taking the lead and getting that kiss from him.\n\n“Naughty girl.” He leaned in closer. “But that’s why I like you.”\n\n“WhaaAAAaat?” It was too late. She had reverted to her awkward middle school years. She might as well have put her braces back on.\n\n“You’re genuine. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I like that.” He leaned in so close that their muzzles were touching, her gooey body meeting his fur. He whispered sensually, “And I like you.”\n\nIt was happening. Oh my god! What am I gonna do? Is he gonna kiss me already? I thought I was gonna do that! It was too late; he opened his maw and went for it. Ember gave in to desire. She opened her mouth as well, and the two embraced. They fell flat onto the couch, Ember on the bottom, Shagorza on top of her, their lips meeting and not shy for a second. Ember wiggled her tongue into his mouth, meeting and wrapping around his. \n\nShagorza had never dated an alien and definitely never kissed one. The closest he could ever get to this experience was a snake, which Ember could transform into if he desired. It felt like hours they were lying there, sharing their passion for each other, lips locked in the heat of the moment. Their pizza was getting cold, but they didn’t care. \n\n\n\nAfter dark, Ember came home late that night with a box filled with half-eaten pizza in her hand. She promptly went to the kitchen and tossed the box into the oven. “Well, well, home late, young lady?” Ember turned around. She knew it was Grace, but she had snuck up on her. She was standing in the doorway where the kitchen and hallway met, wearing only a green sports bra and black panties. “Seems you and ol’ Shaggy had fun. You go see a second movie?” She had a smirk on her face. She knew what had happened; she could feel it.\n\n“No.” Ember shut the oven door and grabbed two beers from the fridge. “I’m sure you wanna hear about it.” She carried them both to the living room. Grace followed, laughing diabolically.\n\n“So,” Grace snagged the beer when she opened it, “did ya do it?”\n\n“Why are you so nosy about this?” She took a long pull from her beer.\n\n“Maybe I want some of him too. You and I both know if you don’t like him, we can’t start a polycule with him.”\n\nEmber sighed, “Who’s to say he even wants that?” She drained her beer and sat in on the table. “I wouldn’t object to having him with us; he’s adorable.” She practically had hearts in her eyes thinking about it. \n\n“I knew it; you fell for him hard.” Grace set her beer on the table and adjusted herself on the couch to face Ember. “What happened? Tell me already!”\n\n“We got back from the movie and got pizza. He argued with me about pineapple on pizza.”\n\n“You’ll never shut up about that.”\n\n“Then he just comes onto me. He told me I was genuine and naughty and said I make good pizza.” Ember was a girl in love, no doubt about it.\n\n“You have the weirdest ideas of love.” Grace shook her head. “And that’s all that happened?”\n\n“Well, we made out too.”\n\nGrace squealed with delight. “And you let him dom you?”\n\n“He was on top, yeah.” Her voice turned airy and dreamy. “But we didn’t do anything past that. It felt like we were smoochin’ forever, though.”\n\nGrace scoffed at her. “You are losin’ your touch. You’d have usually roped them in by now. What’s the hold-up?”\n\n“I just wanna take my time. I don’t want to rush into it and make it a lewd relationship. Is it hot in here?” She pulled her shirt off, letting her girls fly free. It didn’t help, but it relieved her of some stress.\n\n“Well, if it’s gonna be that kinda party.” Grace removed her sports bra and let the milkers free as well. Rather than just gossip about a boy they like, she had an idea. She scooched closer to Ember, who was still lost in thought about Shagorza.\n\n“Why don’t you show me what you’d do to him? What if I was ol’ tall, dark, and handsome.” She began caressing Ember’s left breast with one hand and pinching her right nipple with the other. Ember started moaning like a slut. “Dom me like you’d dom him.”\n\n“You don’t want that, Grace.” Ember looked to Grace with a smirk. “You don’t know what I’d do to him.”\n\n“Try me hot stuff.” She leaned in and kissed Ember, immediately shoving in her tongue.\n\nEmber shoved Grace flat onto the couch. “Fine, you wanted this, Shagorza.” Ember spewed goo from her hands, covering Grace. She screamed for only a second. The goo clung to her skin, taking the shape of someone else. Grace could feel the goo clinging to her skin, conforming to her body, shaping her into something else. She closed her eyes, hoping it would be over soon. She wasn’t scared but terrified. “There, now you’re Shagorza.”\n\nGrace opened her eyes and looked at herself. Her cow skin and large breasts were gone. In its place was a hairy coat of brown fur with a red line down her arms. Her head felt so heavy she reached to feel what was causing it. Antlers! “How the hell did you do that?” Her voice was still hers despite her physical appearance.\n\n“I’m a Gooborg, hun; I can do many things.” Her cargo shorts were immediately dissolved on her body, her dick springing free. It was erect, standing at full mast, twelve inches long and two inches wide, and throbbing like a thing to do. “Now I’m gonna show you what I do to cuties like Shagorza, aka, you.”\n\n“Eeep.” Grace had been at the mercy of Ember’s dick before, but tired and intoxicated Ember was something else. “Please, mommy, be kind to me.” Grace, now transformed into Shagorza, flipped over and presented his asshole to her. “Don’t destroy my asshole, anything but that.”\n\n“How could I possibly deny a request from you?” Ember rubbed her finger around his asshole, lubricating it with her goo. The goo-lube flowed inside of her, covering the inside of her anal tract. “There, now you’ll take my dick raw.”\n\n“Oh no.” He whined falsely, wiggling his ass. “Anything but that.”\n\nEmber pressed the tip of her dick against Shagorza’s chocolate starfish, threatening to penetrate at will. “Such a good boy for mommy.” She extended her arms to reach his nipples, toying with them as he had toyed with hers earlier. He moaned with delight, not holding back a single note of his song. “Good boy, now take mommy!” She thrust her entire dick inside of him, down to the base. \n\n“OOOOOHMYGOD!” Ember held nothing back; she pistoned her dick, base to tip, inside of his asshole. Her gooey body seemed to bend and flex with every thrust. She was putting her all into this sex, and not just because Grace was disguised as Shagorza. This sex reminded her of the mission bestowed upon her by Queen Gooborg. She had only assimilated Grace; she could have assimilated the whole town without caring for anyone. She could start with Shagorza, and the three could begin the ultimate goal of assimilating the earth. She could see it already. A gooey trio, Dragonshark, Cow, and Elk, have sex with their friends, then they all have sex with their loved ones, and the army slowly grows.\n\n“Ember! Ember, you’re cumming inside me!”\n\n“What?” She was so lost in thought that she hadn’t noticed she was cumming? Wow, this wasn't good. Shagorza had her so distracted she hadn’t even noticed the wave of pleasure that shot through her body as she filled Shagorza to the brim and then some. Her stomach was already as large as a small child before she pulled out. She looked at her handiwork. She reached out a hand and called the goo back. The fur coat pulled away from Grace’s body like a shirt.\n\nGrace sat there, cumflated and panting. “Jeezus, Ember, you are distracted by him.” She scrunched up her face and focused on processing all the excess cum that was shot into her. Slowly, her stomach deflated. Grace may have turned her into a Gooborg, but not entirely. She didn’t have the heart to give her the full treatment. She wanted her to have still some humanity left in her, so she was a half-breed. She couldn’t change her body’s form but was very flexible. Her cybernetic markings were only visible in particular lights as well. This was also why her milk had transformative properties. She could control it more if she weren’t a half-breed, but Ember didn’t want to see her become fully like her.\n\n“I, I got lost in thought by the idea of him becoming like me.” She looked at her right palm. She liked how she was; she wanted more people to be like her. “It brought me so much joy. I, I do love him.”\n\n“Well, now you know what you gotta do next time you two go out. Hell, invite him here, home-field advantage.” She was finally able to sit up, although it looked like she was pregnant with octuplets. “Invite him over to make pizza or something.”\n\n“Yeah!” She clenched her fist. “I did say I’d do that. Grace, you’re a genius. She ran over and kissed her on the lips. “I’m going to bed. Join me when you’re not all… this.” She waved her arms at her inflated stomach and walked upstairs to bed.\n\n“This is your fault, you know!” Grace called after her.\n\n* * *\n\n“Today’s the day.” Ember was getting dressed for her date. She and Shagorza had discussed him coming to her house this time, and she wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. She looked in her wardrobe for something, telling him, ‘I want you, but I’m in charge.’ Something that tells them, ‘You’re my sub tonight.’ She didn’t want to portray that she wanted sex right out the gate, so her lingerie was not an option. She dug and dug through her wardrobe. Everything was either her usual attire or too sexy. “Ugh, fine. I’ll make this work.” She chose a red sports bra and running shorts. It was a hot day; maybe she could get away with it.\n\nShe walked down the stairs, feeling her breasts jiggle in the sports bra. It must have stretched out over the years. Maybe that’ll help. Her body was already plenty jiggly thanks to the gooey nature of it, but when it was unhindered by clothing, she might as well have been jello. Looking at the clock she kept above the kitchen entryway, she saw she had only an hour before Shagorza would be over for their date.\n\n“Grace!” She shouted, her voice echoing through the house.\n\n“What?!” Grace’s voice came from the kitchen.\n\nEmber strode into the kitchen. Grace was making coffee for the two of them. Her tits were out, her bibs unbuckled. She was squirting fresh milk from her breasts into the coffee. “Can I ask you not to bug Shagz and me today?” \n\nGrace laughed and looked at her with a smirk. “What, you think I’m gonna get in the way and steal him from ya?” She buckled up her bibs and walked over to Ember with her coffee. “I won’t promise anything, but I won’t try to steal him from ya. Besides, he could be ours. I already want him.”\n\nEmber let out a short sigh. “Just don’t scare him away.”\n\n“Why would I do that?” Grace placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward, her breasts flopping around in her bibs, as she never wore a bra with them. “I want some of him, too; I just said that.”\n\n“Ok, fine.” Ember sipped her coffee. “I trust you then. Mmm, good coffee, as always. You should sell half and half or something.”\n\n“It’s in the works.” Grace walked back to the bar and grabbed her monstrous mug. The two both had giant coffee mugs, at least 24 oz., but Grace’s was almost twice that. “So, what’s the plan?”\n\n“Pizza. I’ll make some homemade dough with him.”\n\n“Oh, are you gonna do that thing where you get behind him and go,” she imitated her to the best of her ability, “ ’here, let me show you’ while you squish your tits into his back?”\n\nEmber blushed and sipped her coffee to try and hide the fact. “No, but I will now.”\n\n“HA! I’m a bad influence.” She slugged what was left of her coffee. “I’m off to the barn. The girls need a milkin’. I’ll be in and out.” She set her mug in the sink and sashayed to the back door. “Don’t let me interrupt you’re seeeexy time.”\n\n“Shut up.” Ember couldn’t help but laugh. Whenever Grace tried to use sexy body language, she always did it wrong. Her hips were too square, on account of her bovine muscles, to show any curves in her hips. However, she always tried, and being in the right mood caused Ember to pounce on her.\n\n“Ok, now what?” As she asked herself this, her phone buzzed in her shallow pockets. She knew who it was: Shagorza. For these two weeks they were dating, she had started calling him Shagz because Shagorza was a bugger to type, and it was cute. Sure enough, it was a text from him.\n\nShagz\nI’ll be there in thirty minutes or so. Love you\n\nEmber\nLove you more <3\n\nHe even had him using small emojis like <3, 0///0, and UwU. She had sworn never to use those; words were more powerful than those. She would never use real emojis, though. Those round faces were ugly to her, and she hated them. Putting her phone away, she drained what was left of her coffee and walked to the bar. She had some preparations to do. \n\n\n\n\nShe could see his car pull into her long gravel driveway five minutes earlier than anticipated. She had already gotten all the jars of ingredients out on the bar, had the yeast set up in warm water, pulled out the recipe book with the printed picture of the dough recipe from her old job, and got some aprons out. “All right.” She hyped herself up. “You got this today.” She slapped her cheeks. “You’re gonna show him who’s boss here. You’re gonna show him that you’re their dom. You’re gonna show him that you’re-“ \n\nShe looked through the window. On the porch, Shagorza was looking through the large windows at her. He waived, a big smile on his face. Ember blushed, her face turning a deeper shade of red than ever before. She meekly waved to him from inside. Shagorza pointed towards the door, and since she couldn’t hear through the windows, she saw him ask, “Let me in?” Ember looked embarrassed and mouthed. “Yeah.” \n\nShe promptly strode to the door and let him in. “Hey, sweetheart.”\n\n“Hey, Em. Thanks for letting me in.” He ducked so his antlers wouldn’t scratch the frame. “You’re adorable when you talk to yourself, you know that?”\n\n“No, I’m not.” She laughed, but her face went red for the second time in under a minute. It was not a great start, but there was still plenty of time to make up for it.\n\n“You are.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, his face only touching her neck. “You’re so expressive and honest.” He leaned in for a kiss and Ember didn’t fight it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as the two locked lips. She resisted the urge to cover his face with her goo and remain in this position forever.\n\n“Well, I hope you’re hungry.”\n\n“Starving.” He looked around the house. “Wow, lovely place. I like the old-school wallpaper.” When she bought the place, Ember didn’t want to get rid of the white with green stripes and pink rose wallpaper. Partly because she hated doing wallpaper but mostly because it was her Gran's favorite pattern, and she loved her Gran.\n\n“Yeah, I like it too. It was Gran’s favorite.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. “You always wear tye-dye?” He was wearing yet another tye-dye shirt. Unlike the one he wore on the first and second dates, each was unique with its color scheme and patterns.\n\n“Yeah, I make them myself. Tye-dye is an art form. I may be a mechanical engineer, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be an artist, too.” His plain silver gym shorts may not have complimented the shirt, but it was neutral enough not to clash. \n\n“Well, I’ve got everything all setup. You ready to get messy?”\n\n“That’s part of the fun.” He rolled up imaginary sleeves and pumped his fists. “Let’s get to it.”\n\nThe two of them tied on their aprons and started making the dough. Ember had tossed one of the two to Shagorza without checking which, as they were the only two in the house. He had gotten the gag apron that had a naked woman on the front, making it look like he had a nice pair of tits. They laughed, joking about how he’d let her rub them—creating a flour volcano on the bar and dropping the eggs into the middle. “Why are there eggs in pizza dough? I always thought there wasn’t supposed to be.” Shagorza looked at Ember in confusion.\n\n“Don’t ask me; this one does.” She looked at the recipe book and pointed to the spot where it said, ‘Add two eggs.’ Either way, do you ever do this?”\n\n“Not this method; I always use my mixer because I don’t have a lot of space. Ember had been inside his apartment and could verify that he didn’t have much.\n\n“Well, let me show you the ways.” Ember stood behind him, head to the side so she didn’t get caught in his antlers. Reaching around his body, she placed her hands on his and moved them around for him. “We slowly add the flour to the egg and start kneading it all in.” She had done it without even noticing. She was having so much fun that she did the ‘let me show you’ thing. \n\nShagorza was focused on doing it the right way, but Ember was self-conscious of her breasts squishing into his back. This was a prime opportunity, though. She took a deep breath and effortlessly began inflating her breasts up to the next size, an F cup. It was very noticeable; her sports bra was now the right size for her massive mammaries, the apron was much tighter, and more of her tits were sticking out from the bra. Then, she thought about what else he’d like. She had no idea what he was into. For the sake of covering bases, she inflated her hips and thighs, filling in the already tight running shorts and stretching them to the max. She even inflated her ass a few sizes; who doesn’t like a juicy, jiggly butt?\n\nHowever, Shagorza didn’t seem to notice as he was now focusing on kneading the dough. He knew how to knead dough and was a master at that. Ember had removed her hands and watched him work. Thanks to the eggs, the dough was very yellow but still dry. Ember grabbed the now room-temperature water bowl and slowly incorporated it into the dry dough ball. “This seems like a weird combination of noodles and pizza dough.” Shagorza knew his way around such things.\n\n“I always thought that too,” Ember said as she slowly poured the yeasty water onto the dough in his hands, “but it always came out fantastic.”\n\n“I mean, I trust you.” Ember reached for the seasoning mix and started pouring it into the dough freely as he kneaded. “You just freeball it?”\n\n“Yeah, who cares?” She topped off the spice mix. “There’s no such thing as too much of this spice mix in particular.” She reached for the salt grinder and garlic powder. “Now these, yes.” She twisted the salt grinder five times and four solid shakes of the garlic powder. The dough was smelling amazing at this point. Once all the bits and pieces came off Shagorza’s hands and the dough ball was a solid mass, He tossed it into a bowl Ember had greased and slid over to him. “Now we wait two hours for that to rise.”\n\n“What are we gonna do in the meantime?” He sniffed his hands and let out a pleased sigh. They smelled like Italian spices and garlic.\n\nThis was her chance; Ember could get some action out of him. He hadn’t noticed that she had made those minor adjustments yet. “Maybe we could go upstairs and have some fun.” She sidled up to him, pressing his face into her breasts. Her hands were grabbing his ass, squeezing his taut ass cheeks.\n\n“I see…” He looked down at his muzzle, eyeballing the cleavage in his face. They had both worked up a sweat—it was a hot day, after all—but Ember was particularly sweaty. Her smell was sensual, bordering on musk, and more droplets of goo dribbled down her body. Her scent filled his snout, “Yeah, let’s do that.” \n\n“Excellent.” She grinned. Her plan was going according to plan now. She’d lure him upstairs, plow him, maybe assimilate him too. She held his hand and led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs behind her. \n\n“Ember, wait.” The two stopped when they reached the doorway to Ember’s room. “I didn’t wash my hands.” He held up his hands, the fur caked together and smelling of dough.\n\n“Jokes on you, hun,” she smirked, “I love the smell of pizza dough.” She pulled him into the room and flung him onto the bed. “I’ve been waiting for weeks to have some lewd time with you. Now I’m gonna show you who’s boss.” Ember ripped off her apron and showed her adjusted body to Shagorza. Her sports bra and running shorts were now way too tight.\n\n“But Em, all you had to do was ask.” This made Ember freeze. He took his nude apron off and started removing his shirt and shorts. “I was wondering if you were taking it slow or if I was doing something wrong.” He now sat on the bed, in his boxers, in the ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ pose. “Come get me.”\n\nEmber’s dick was instantly rock hard, shooting up and out of her running shorts. She hadn’t told him before that she was a futa, but he sure as hell knew now. Steam began to emit from her body. What was happening to her? This had never happened to her before. \n\n“It seems I’ve hit all the right buttons.” He sat up and got off the bed. The bulge in his boxers was proudly standing tall. He wasn’t as large as Ember, but that wasn’t an issue. “I didn’t know I was dating such a beautiful kitten.” He strode over to her and caressed her hips. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” He squeezed her asscheeks, his hands sunk right into her gooey flesh. \n\n“You’re looking more beautiful than ever,” he said as he pulled her pants down, “but I like the old you more.” Leaning over, he grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and raised it above her enlarged breasts. It sat on top of her breasts, scrunched in a wad. He licked her left nipple with long strokes of his tongue. Ember couldn’t help but moan. Reflexively, she grabbed his head and pressed him into it, his antlers piercing her body, but she didn’t feel the pain. There was no pain to be had. \n\n“More.” She panted as he now sucked on her breast. “More, Shagz.” She reached down and started stroking her penis, long strokes, eager to feel that ecstasy from shooting her cum everywhere. She whined, “Don’t leave the other one alone.” He granted her request and started pinching her other nipple, masterfully rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. “Aaaah.” She started breathing more heavily than before. Steam was rolling off her body in clouds. “Oh my god! Shagz, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“ She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. She shot cum so high into the air that it hit the ceiling. She coated the immediate ceiling area above her with a loud *plop* *squish* and *splat*.\n\nShagorza released his mouth from her nipple. “Wow, am I that good? You came in no time at all.”\n\nEmber fell to her knees, still panting. “Don’t tease me.” He had made her cum faster than anyone ever had. Was it technique? Was it all the buildup? Was it just that she truly loved him?\n\nShagorza looked around the room. He hadn’t had the time to do that since Ember thrust him inside. It looked like a little girl’s room with newer, adult-oriented things, like the silk sheets, a king bed, and a shoebox labeled ‘dildos’ under it. All the furniture showed scratches from scraping paint, but it was covered with a cherry finish. The small table at the foot of her bed—he could imagine it with little horse figurines and other toys. However, the dresser caught his eye. \n\nThe bottom dresser was sliding open very slowly. It must have been over-greased or had a bad seal, and Ember, falling to her knees, jostled it loose. What was inside made him wide-eyed. He looked at the contents, then at Ember, still panting and red-faced, dick upright and stiff. If she was looking for action, she was going to get it. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out one of the crinkly objects. “Hey, Em.”\n\nShe looked over to where she heard his voice. Her voice turned beat red. She sputtered in embarrassment. “Haaababababababa.” One of her ABDL diapers, the cute ones with letter block, teddy bear, and windmill patterns, was in his hands. \n\n“Get on the bed like a good little bab.” He was taking a chance with this approach. If she were the dom, maybe she wouldn’t like it. However, given her reaction to him having found her diaper stash, perhaps she’d comply.\n\n“Uhh…uhh…” Ember looked from the diaper in his hands to Shagorza’s face and back again. His dick was still rock hard. Could it possibly be? “Yes, Daddy.” She got up and laid flat on her back, her rear facing the door.\n\n“Good girl.” He approached her with a diaper in hand. “Raise your butt for Daddy.” She complied. He quickly fluffed up the diaper and slid it underneath, getting a whiff of her musky dick and pussy in the process. She was soaking wet, and Shagorza was going to take this opportunity. He slid out of his boxers and pressed his dick against her vagina. “Does little Em want Daddy’s dick?”\n\nIt was happening, but not the way she was expecting it to. She wanted to be the one in charge, not him! She was already at his mercy; it was too late when she called her Daddy. “Yes, Daddy.”\n\n“I thought so.” He slid just the tip of his dick inside her pussy. “You’re already so wet for Daddy; we won’t need any lube, will we?”\n\n“No, Daddy.” She was panting, ready for a good fuck. She clenched her pussy and focused on making everything smaller. This would make everything tighter and more pleasurable for Daddy. “I’m ready.”\n\n“Good.” He slid the rest inside her in a matter of seconds. Ember moaned at the pleasure. She didn’t expect the tightness to affect her that much. “Now you’re gonna be at my mercy.” He started thrusting in and out, focusing on the pleasure of not only himself but Ember as well. God, she was so tight! There was no way she was always this tight. He didn’t know if he was going to last this long. \n\n“OOOoooOOOooOOOh!” Her inflated breasts flopped back and forth with every thrust. They nearly whacked her in the face a few times. She let her voice go, opting to give Shagorza a good time and let herself be at his mercy almost wholly. “DDDDaaaAAAddDDDDdYYYyyYYY!” She wasn’t going to last long, either. There was something about him, something about sex with genuine love that was better than fucking for the sake of it.\n\n“Fuck, you’re tight, little one.” He groaned as he continued thrusting, feeling every thrust as he smacked his body against her gooey, wet body. “I’m not going to last much longer, bab. Daddy’s gonna fill you up.”\n\n“Fill me, Daddy!” \n\n“Beg for it.”\n\n“Daddy, please fill the bab up with your cum! I wanna be filled with Daddy spooge all day!”\n\n“That’s a good girl.” He began to thrust faster, knowing it was only a matter of time now. He started breathing through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna shoot, Ember!” \n\nShe felt his dick enlarge, then the cum shot inside of her. She was in tune with her body; she felt everything. She could feel the cum flowing through her goo, mixing with it, becoming part of her. “OOOOOOOH!” She sat there enjoying the afterglow. She didn’t even notice that Shagorza was padding her up. Laying there, blissed out, while her boyfriend was putting her into a diaper. “Daddy, I mean, Shagz?”\n\n“Yes, BAB?” He emphasized this; they weren’t finished yet.\n\n“Did you know I like diapers?”\n\n“No bab, I didn’t. But you’re in luck.” He pulled out his phone from his shorts pocket and opened the photos app. He showed her several pictures of him wearing diapers, famous brands like ABZ’s, and plain ones like SouthShore. “I am, too.” He put his phone away for now. “But right now, you’re Daddy’s little, got that?”\n\n“Yes, Daddy.” She shot up from her position on the bed and jumped into his arms, giving him a big kiss. “I wuv you, Daddy.” She gave him several short kisses all over his face.\n\n“Seems I’ve unlocked something.” He laughed, set her down, and placed his hands on his knees. “Is my little ready for round two?”\n\n“Yes, Daddy!” She was on her knees now, ready to obey his every whim.\n\n“You can transform your body, right?” She nodded excitedly, her diaper crinkling with her entire body’s movement. “Give yourself a sissy pink outfit, your choice.”\n\n“Yes, Daddy.” Effortlessly, the goo on specific sections of her body began to turn pink. Her arms, from claws to biceps, turned a bright pink hue. From her toes to her thighs, the same things occurred. A pink harness, wrapping around her torso, between her breasts, and around her shoulders, formed as well. She paused for a second, and her eyes sparkled. Inside her diaper, her dick shrank and was surrounded by goo that hardened and formed a tight cage. “Is that good, daddy? There’s even a cage under my diapee.”\n\n“Minimalist, I like it.”\n\n“YAY!”\n\n“Now.” He grabbed her head and pressed it against his groin. “I’m all dirty from earlier.” The smell of his sweat, Ember’s love juices, and his cum was overwhelming. She had truly let her mind go. She smelled his musk and felt herself fall even deeper in love. “Clean me up.”\n\n“Of course, Daddy.” She eagerly coiled her tongue around his dick as she wrapped her maw around his throbbing dick. She hadn’t tasted her goo in a long time, considering she was made of it, but it was mixed with love juices. She loved this taste. She sucked and sucked like it was the nipple of a bottle.\n\n“If you’re a good girl and make Daddy cum, I’ll unlock you.” He smirked as he began using her head as an onahole, moving her up and down his dick. She was unable to respond. Her dick was throbbing inside the goo-cage. She wanted out so badly. She now understood why so many people came to her for this feeling of being helpless and at the mercy of someone else. \n\n“My god, I’m gonna cum already.” Ember sucked harder, wanting to milk him dry, get all of Daddy’s dick milk. “Take it all, bab. Don’t spill a single drop. If you do, you’re staying in that diaper until tomorrow.” She jerked; she loved this feeling. He grabbed the sides of her head and forced her to the base of his dick. Cum started flowing down her throat. It was so salty but had the musk with it. The moment he released his grip, she instinctively shot off of his dick with a big gasp. \n\n“Daddy?”\n\n“Yes, bab?”\n\n“I wuv you.”\n\n\n\nLater that night, the two of them were sitting in the kitchen eating the pizzas they made. They let it rise for so long that it broke the seal on the bowl and spilled onto the counter. They were able to make an extra pizza as a result. They had two on the table: Pineapple and ham and green peppers with bacon. A third one in the oven stayed warm for Grace, spinach, and goat cheese. They sat in the kitchen, one nude and the other in a diaper with sissy accessories.\n\nThe back door slammed shut, and someone came walkin’ in. “Geez, louize, I just couldn’t stop the girls from leakin’!” She approached the kitchen, expecting Ember to be there. “Seriously, I’ve never produced that much at one, GOOD LORD!” She was surprised to see the two in their current state. “Well, hello, hot stuff.” She walked in and eyeballed Shagorza up and down. “From the looka’ things, you two got down and dirty.” She looked at Ember. “Oooooh, and he littled you! OH my god!” She slapped her knees and started laughing.\n\n“It's not funny, Gwace.” Ember was only allowed to little speak for the rest of the day. \n\n“Aw, did I upset da wittle derg?” She was still laughing her ass off. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She sat down and looked the two over. “So, did Ember discuss ‘the thing’ with you, Shagorza?”\n\nHe looked at her and smirked, “Yes, she did.”\n\n“What’cha say, Antlers?”\n\n“I think it would be fun.” He glimpsed down to Grace’s breasts, nearly hanging out of her bibs. Two significant stains were leaking through the denim, and her nipples were still leaking milk. “It would be super fun if I got to play around with you two simultaneously.”\n\n“You no want dat.” Ember set down her slice and looked at him. “She gets wowdy and wants you to dwink from her titties.” Her face was red, trying to explain something as simple as a little.\n\n“That sounds fun to me.” It seemed that a domming Ember had flipped a switch in him. He could quickly get down with someone now. He was still a nice guy on the inside, but when it came time to get fuckin’, he’d be there first. \n\n“I was hopin’ you’d say that.” Grace winked at him flirtatiously. “Gotta warn ya, I’m a lotta woman.” She got up and started caressing her body.\n\n“And Ember here isn’t?” He pinched her nipple, listening to her moan.\n\n“You sure got confidence.” She slid the straps off of her shoulders and let her bibs fall to the ground. “Don’t wanna be a third wheel.” She walked over to the oven and checked it. She pulled out the pan and brought it to the table. “Alright, hot stuff.” She took a slice of the freshly cut pizza and started eating. “You, me, and bab here,” she pointed to Ember, “we gotta have some fun tonight.”\n\n“Yeah!” Ember was excited. “I wan’ see how Daddy handles Gwace.”\n\n“Handles?” He looked at her with a smug grin. “Is she that much of an animal?”\n\n“You has no idea.” She looked at him with a severe expression.\n\n“Now, now, Baby New Year. Let him figure it out for himself.”\n\n“Hmph.”\n\n“So, we a polycule or what?” Grace finished her first slice and started another.\n\n“We’ll give it a shot,” Shagorza replied. “However, we go at my pace. I hardly know you. But if Ember trusts you, I do.”\n\n“YAY!” Ember hugged Shagorza and kissed him. \n\n“We’re drinking tonight, you’re staying tonight, Antlers.”\n\n“Alright.” It’s funny how a blind date can lead to unexpected relationships. He never would have guessed this would be the result, but he was happy. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Nobody Elk Like Him

“You should have seen him, sweetie; his rack was ginormous!” Grace was sitting at the table with Ember over dinner. The two were discussing their day, and Grace was more than eager to share. Her pork chops were getting cold with the amount she was talking about. “I think he might be a bit of a hippie, though.”

“What makes you say that?” Ember reached for the mashed potatoes in the center of the table, spooning some onto her plate. She never was one for talking too much when there was food involved. She didn’t NEED food; Gooborgs didn’t require sustenance, but something was to be said about not eating after years of not doing so.

“His black hair was super long, probably down to his shoulder blades.” Grace picked up her fork and started working on her pork chops. “And he was wearing a tye-dye shirt. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his jeans were bell bottoms.” She stabbed a chunk of porkchop with her fork and waved it around as she spoke. “Those antlers, though, must be at least two feet!”

“Uh-huh.” Ember acknowledged with her mouthful. She liked it when Grace started talking about things at length, but half the time, it was about stuff she didn’t care about. In this case, she wasn’t interested, but she would humor her. She swallowed and continued her response. “So why are you all obsessed over this guy?”

“Well, he said he was single.” She blushed as she poured some applesauce into her side dish.

“Hun, I know you want a polycule, but we can’t just adopt everyone we see.” Grace wanted to form a polycule with people she liked, but she just came on too strong. Some Luxray that visited a while ago was a contender, but she had discovered Grace’s secret. That was the end of that. Jay was a good boy, too, but he wasn’t interested. Olo wasn’t a candidate; he had just lived in the pool during the warm months.

“What about your friends? Um… Luve and Melly?”

“Luv and Ellie,” Ember emphasized their names and said them slowly. Grace said their names wrong every time. It was almost a joke how many times she said their names wrong. “We are not in a romantic relationship; we are merely friends.”

“Friends that wear diapers together, inflate into blueberries together, kiss each other…” she grinned at the last point, verbally prodding her.

“We were drunk, and it was the one time. Besides, we built a friendship that night. They saw my tits; they kissed me and each other.” She got up and carried away her dinnerware to the sink. “Not like you don’t show strangers your tits when you do your live milkings.”

“Anyways.” She reached into the chest pocket of her bibs. “I got his number.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I’m not going on a blind date with some guy just because YOU think he’s cute.” She loved Grace very much, but there were still things about her that she didn’t like. This idea of hers about a polycule for example. She started filling the sink with water for dishes.

“Hun. I don’t wanna play this card, but you leave me no choice.” She stood from the table and took her phone from her side pockets. “It would be a real shame if I showed Louvre and Belly these pictures, wouldn’t it?” She swiped through her gallery and showed the phone to Ember.

Ember stopped the water and moved closer to the phone. She gasped. “You wouldn’t.” There was slight hostility in her tone. Grace had shown her pictures of Ember in their room, but when she thought she was alone. She was experimenting with her little age. Ember had changed her goo diaper to pink, shortened her hair into pigtails, and had a cute light blue onesie with blocks and hearts for the pattern. She was holding one of the plushies from the bed by the arms. It was hard to tell if she was saying anything, for she also had a pink pacifier.

“Oh, I would.” Grace wore a nefariously evil grin, her finger hovering above the send button. She had those pictures queued into a group text to them both. Of course, their names were spelled wrong in her contacts as well. “Give the boy a chance.”

Ember groaned. “Fine. One.” She opened the tap again and continued the dishes.

“Yee-haw!” Grace ran over to Ember and kissed her on the cheek. “Trust me, you won’t regret it.”




Later that week, Ember drove up and parked in front of Machiavelli’s, the local Italian restaurant. The building was made of tan bricks and had green awnings over the windows—what you’d expect from the average Italian restaurant. Grace made all the arrangements so she couldn’t back out of it. They both agreed to make plans for a Thursday night, though. Those were usually the slower days for downtown Furgis. She locked the car and walked inside.

As she expected, it was a slow evening; very few tables were occupied. The maître D, a tall, slim, black panther, stood there waiting for her to address him. She looked around the restaurant for a little bit. “One of these has gotta be him.” Three tables held couples of mixed species eating dinner or casually talking. One had a large party of seven, probably a birthday party, given the balloons in the middle of the table. “There. He’s here already.” She looked at the maître D as she said this. He waived her on with a wave of his paw.

It was him, alright. He sat in the back of the restaurant in one of the booths. Long black hair down his shoulders and nearly covering his eyes, a tye-dye shirt, red pants, and the largest antlers she had ever seen. She thought she had a big rack, but this took the cake. She wandered through the nearly empty restaurant, taking care not to bump into tables and chairs with her tail.

She had approached him now. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, he was still looking at the extensive menu and didn’t see her. “Umm…” Where was all her confidence? She was a mommy, a Gooborg Princess; where was all the confidence and guts she always had? “Shargoza?”

The Elk lowered his menu and looked for whoever had spoken. “You mean Shagorza?” He smiled warmly. His red eyes told her she could let her guard down a bit. She could be herself around him and relax.

“Yeah, that was what I meant.” She sat down across from him. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re alright. I know it’s a mouthful.” He set his menu on the table. “You must be Ember then.” He placed his elbows on the table, folded his hands, and supported his head with them. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Grace.” He was so relaxed about this whole situation. It is way different from the usual company she keeps. Usually, when she meets someone new, they get flustered, start blushing, and stumble over their words. Partially because she’s a very sexy woman, but she usually met new people on the promise of sexual misdeeds later, whether they intended to happen or not.  

“Grace has told me a bit about you, but that’s awful biased. Why don’t you tell me about yourself.”

“Well,” Ember couldn’t help but smile. I’m 27. You probably figured out I’m a dragon/shark.” She raised her tail above the table’s surface and showed off her fins. And yes, I am made of goo.” She poked herself a few times and showed him how her finger pierced her body.

“That’s unusual.” He leaned over and looked closer. Ember felt hot as she watched Shagorza look at her body intensely. “What kind of luck did you have for that to happen?”

“It’s a long story. You know, aliens coming down to earth, assimilation, blah blah blah.” She felt inclined to tell him his life story. Something about him staying focused on her and not constantly doing other things while listening to people like she tended to do. “I’m a work-from-home reading tutor. Do you have any idea how many kids nowadays can’t even put their alphabet together?”

“You must be joking.” Shagorza looked at her, genuinely shocked.

“I’m serious. Half of the kids I work with struggle to spell three-letter words. They don’t know how to spell ‘whoa,’ ‘why,’ and ‘the,’ but can still spell the words they see in games.”

“But why? That seems so backward?”

“I don’t know,” Ember shrugged, “but that’s my job: Get them up to snuff and above. I’ve had kids come on that couldn’t spell three-letter words, and after their time with me, they could properly spell multi-syllable words like ‘understand,’ ‘caffeine,’ ‘antidisestablishmentarianism.’”

“How do you manage that?”

“I have my methods.” She smirked, clearly proud of her work. Maybe I could give you a private lesson.” This was her window to regain her dominant confidence. She was in charge here. She might get laid, but it would be on her terms.

“Maybe I’d like that, Ms. Ember.” Shagorza leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I have a teacher fantasy, you know.”

This was going swimmingly. “Tell me ‘bout it.” She leaned forward, eager to hear his dirty little secret.

“Would the sir and madam care to order an appetizer?” A prim-looking Leopard approached the table and stood there. His work uniform was spotless and unwrinkled, and he was proud of his craft.

“Umm…” Ember’s groove was thrown off. The two leaned back in their booths. They were just about to get down to the nitty-gritty, and like every server seems to do, they interrupted at the wrong time. “Bruschetta, please.”

“Do we know what we’d like for our entrees?”

Ember hadn’t looked at the menu at all since she got here. She was too engrossed in the Elk across from her. He had his menu back up, a finger tracing the menu, trying to find what he had seen earlier. She took this opportunity to find something. She wasn’t that picky with food, but knowing her luck, she’d randomly choose something with cauliflower, and she couldn’t stand cauliflower.

“I’d like the Penne alla Vodka.” He handed the menu to the waiter, smiling as he did.

“Uh…” Ember was still looking. This menu was as extensive as Cheesecake Factory! “I can’t decide, so many good options.” She was buying time to find something.

“She’ll have what I’m having,” Shagorza said to the waiter. “I’ve had it before; it’s terrific.”

“Excellent choices, you two.” The waiter took Ember’s menu and walked away.

“What’s wrong with me today?” Ember mumbled under her breath. She shook her head, hoping to disperse whatever funk was clouding her.

“Where were we?” He looked at her again, those deep red eyes looking into her soul. She couldn’t stand it. Ember could tell when people were being polite for the sake of it and Shagorza wasn’t. He was just being himself. His personality was her weakness. She loved nice guys and often turned to jelly for them.

“You were telling me about you.” She set her arms on the table and stared back at him. She put the domfidence on the backburner for now. She just wanted to enjoy his company.

“Well, I’m a mechanical engineer.”

“Wow, I haven’t met anyone who’s done that before.” She meant it, too; most of the people she met were retail employees or in the service industry. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Well,” he gathered his thoughts, placing his hand on his chin, “I mostly work on moving parts and chains. Like at my current job, I know it’s nothing fancy, but I had to fix a grinder jam today. I had to take the back plate off after turning the power to it. Then, I pulled out what I could from the bottom, the opening, and the top compartment. Even then, I had to use a,” he mimed the motions, “crowbar to pry out the material, then put it all back together, resupplying it with power, and starting it back up.”

Ember looked at him like she didn’t understand a word of it. “That all went over my head. I’ll be honest with you, but it sounds like you are having fun.”

“Hell no.” He let out a genuine laugh. “It’s a pain in the ass.” He sighed. “I work long hours, I break nearly break by back every week, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone home smelling like rubber, oil, or mechanic shop in general.” He chuckled to himself. “I love it, though.”

“I feel the same way about my teaching.” She sighed longingly. “The red tape is practically coiling around me like a snake. I say one wrong thing, and the parent is on me like I just committed murder.” Her accent was spilling out now, as always when she got heated about things. “Not even ta mention the things we can’t do but damn well should. I mean, why the hell can’t we bump ‘em up if they’re doing well? Nooo gotta get approval from the higher-ups. Like they know what’s best for the child, but they only see attendance records for it.” Ember turned to look at Shagorza directly now. “How would you like to read simple books like Dan Had a Cat? The cat ran out to the van. The van drove to the canyon’ blah blah blah when you can read 8th-grade level books just fine?”

“I sure wouldn’t. It would make me feel stupid.”

“Exactly! So, I get in trouble for moving them up in difficulty. The kids do better on harder books, enjoy reading the harder ones when they can, and get better at reading.”

“Sounds like you have it tougher than me.” The waiter came by with plates and the Bruschetta at this point. “But take a break from all that. Food’s here.”

They continued to chat throughout the meal. The pasta was delicious, as expected. The waiter dropped off the bill and left. The two of them looked at the receipt book on the table. The battle had begun as soon as they locked their eyes. “Please, let me.” Ember reached for her wallet.

“No, let me.”  Shagorza reached for the book but was stopped by Ember. She swiped it away, but not before he grabbed the edge of the sticking-out bill. It slid out from the book as Ember pulled the book away. “Haha!” He looked at the bill; not as bad as he expected.

“Hey, I’m not letting a cutie like you pay for me.” She had let it slip. She covered her mouth and blushed. Shagorza blushed as well. “You uh… you didn’t hear that.”

“No promises.” He took his chance. Whipping out his wallet, he placed his card on top of the bill and put it on the table. “There. Problem solved. You can pay for next time if it bugs you so much.”

“Next time?” Ember blushed even deeper red. “Yeah… I’d like that.” The waiter slid on by silently and took the bill. “I could get your number from Grace, but,” she reached for her phone in her pocket, “would you mind?” She slid the phone over to him. “There’s no lock code or anything.”

“Only if you do the same.” He followed suit and gave her his phone, unlocking it first. “I’d love to see you again.”

“You choose next time since I chose to have dinner.” She was typing in her info as she talked. She paused for a second and looked around the restaurant. It remained a slow business day, and it slowed down significantly. They were the only ones left in the place. Shagorza was busy putting in his info. She snuck over to the next booth with his phone. She never did this sort of thing; she didn’t know why she felt like doing it now. She tapped the circle with her initials in it to add a picture. She pulled down the neck of her red top and took a provocative selfie, cleavage on full display. The top-down angle of the shot only made the selfie more sexual.

She returned to her seat to find Shagorza waiting for her. “Oh, there you are.” He smiled. “I thought you ran off to the bathroom.”

“Oh, no. I thought I found a dollar on the floor.” She lied to cover up her surprise. “There wasn’t. Silly me.” When she was gone, the waiter had dropped off the bill. It was all signed and paid for.

“Well, I suppose we’ve had our fun for tonight.” Shagorza slid out of the booth. “Walk you to your car, my lady?” He held his arm out, curved, expecting Ember to hook her arm through his.

“Such a gentleman.” She did as she was expected. The two walked out of the restaurant with as much class as the two could muster.

Outside, Ember led Shagorza to her car. “Nice ride.”

“Thank you. I fixed it myself, with some help from Dad, too.” Her Firebird was her pride and joy.

“I’d love to go for a ride sometime.” He looked at it curiously.

She had a sneaky idea. “Maybe I’ll pick you up next time?” Without warning, she leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll text you the details.” She let go of his arm and walked to the driver’s side. “Later, hot stuff.” She opened the door and promptly started the engine.

All Shagorza could do was stand there dumbfounded. It was his first date in a long time, and he got a kiss. And the girl he went with was a natural beauty too. Ember drove off, waving to him behind the passenger window. He still couldn’t move, though. It was almost like a lousy high school-themed movie. The girl kisses the guy; he’s lost in thoughts about love and stands there like an idiot. It was a while before he came to his senses again. Then, he walked to his car and drove home.




“Ok, maybe you were right.” Ember was on the couch in the living room with Grace. Grace had bought them both some beers. Grace wanted to hear about everything. “He’s something else.”

“Well, tell me, girl, what happened? What did he do? Did you two fuck?” She leaned in close to Ember, looking at her with suspicious eyes.

“No, we didn’t!” Ember pushed her away. “We had dinner and talked about our jobs.” She popped open their beers by stabbing the tops. “Nothing crazy.”

“Bullshit. Ember, I know you better than almost anyone. You’re not one to put off a good fuck.”

“Way to make us sound like a slut.” She looked at her disapprovingly. “He’s too nice to sleep with on the first date.” She thought back to the events earlier that night. It was like he put a cork in her lewd and only brought out her loving, sweet nature.

“But tell me I’m wrong.” She took a swig at her beer and paid back. “Almost every guy you bring home, you either buttfuck or get some action out of them. Look at Jay.”

“Yeah, it’s a miracle we found him and were able to put him back together. Good thing I kept that spell book from Strobes, eh?”

“Lily and Cameron?”

“Orchid, remember? She’s in the basement; I set up a little hangout for her when I’m not using her.”

“Oh, so that’s why the utility bill went up.”

“Whatever happened to Potion Barn? Thought you were doing potions and magicy stuff as a side business.”

“Sold the place. I’m not up to magic.” She shrugged and took another pull. “What about-“

“I get it.” She took a long pull at her beer. “I don’t know. There’s something about Shagorza. He’s charming.” She sighed longingly. “He’s not hiding anything. He isn’t dating me just for sex, I can tell.”

“Told you, he was a good match.” Grace grinned. “So, what ‘cha think?”

“I’m gonna text him tomorrow and set up another date. I wanna see him again.” She blushed deep red. “Maybe I’ll try and get some out of him then…”

“There’s the Ember I know!” Grace punched her gooey arm, resulting in a sloppy impact. “So, we gonna continue Weirder Things?”

“Yeah.” She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She grabbed it and did a quick check to see who it was. It was a text from Shagorza! “It’s him!” She swiped to open the text from the Elk. “ ’Use this for my pfp, you stinker.’ Oh, he saw it.” Blushing, she tapped the image that didn’t compress. It was a selfie of his abs and groin. His pants were pulled down just above his dick.

“OOOOOH, girl!” Ember didn’t notice that Grace had been peeking over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you gave him, but that’s hot!” He had a well-defined six-pack, and he left just enough to tease her for any fun time they may have later. Ember quickly cropped the image, set it as his contact pfp in the contacts app, and put her phone away.

“You hush. I gave him something to remember me by.” She was blushing again. This must have been his secret power over her. She had never blushed that much in a day since her middle school crush said that he liked her back. Pushing these thoughts out of her mind, she focused on the TV. The opening credits were starting.

*     *     *

Ember drove up to Shagorza’s apartment a week later. They had already made plans to see a movie, some sci-fi flick that he was looking forward to seeing. Ember was well prepared for today, too. She thought she should try something casual rather than her usual red crop top and cut-off shorts. She pulled out an old band shirt and some cargo shorts she hadn’t worn in a while. She never was one for high fashion, and she didn’t give a damn who thought otherwise. The shirt accented her tits because she never wore a bra, so her nipples were showing through the fabric. The shorts hugged her hips, showing every curve: it would show off her bulge if she let it.

She sent Shagorza a text that she was here. Two minutes later, he came walking to the front of the tall apartment complex, head down so his antlers wouldn’t bump against the entryway frame. Ember had parked directly in front of the building, so she wasn’t hard to find. She rolled down the window and called to him, “Hey, hot stuff!” He blushed and quickly strode to the vehicle.

“You’re embarrassing me, Ember.” He said as he opened the passenger door. He looked around the interior of the Firebird. “Did you redo the interior too?”

“Hell yeah, we did. Try living in this day and age without charging ports and a Bluetooth radio. Everything on the radio nowadays is trash anyway.” She pulled out her phone and handed it to him. “Find something you like.” She pulled out of the parking spot and got onto the road. “So, what are you gonna go see again?”

“Prince of the Brooch.” He responded haughtily. “They finally decided to adapt the books into a movie. I doubt they’re going to do it any justice.” If he had glasses, he’d adjust them to his face as nerds do when explaining something nerdy. “You see, this whole series is spread across three books unless you count the book that came before it, but that’s a tie in that BECAME canon by accident.”

“I see.” Ember was focusing on the road but listening intently.

“But I was skeptical when Peter Lackson said he would make a movie adaptation. How could you cram three books into one movie without releasing a director’s cut later? It’s not like everyone can release a seven-hour special edition, claiming ‘this is the definitive version’ after you release the version that’s a third the length in theaters like Zack Spyder has done.” He muttered under his breath, “Justice Force, pffft. What a bad film.”

“Sounds like I may like this if it’s as big as you say.”

“I hope so. The critics have been sworn to silence about any plot points, but they have said it will leave viewers on the edge of their seats. I hope so.”

The theater wasn’t that far from his apartments. She found a decent parking spot behind the building, and they both went inside, Shagorza explaining important characters and things that she would need to know the entire time. “-and it’s important to know that Quackagast the Brown is not gonna be in this film only because of time. The combined books are over two thousand pages. I wonder how they’ll fill his place in the plot.”

“We’re here, hun.” He talked about it so long and at such length that he hardly paid attention to where he was. They were already in the theatre’s lobby and at the register.

The clerk looked at the two of them with a smirk; seeing such an unusual couple must have been amusing. “I’m assuming we’re here to see Prince of the Brooch?”

“Yes, two tickets, please.” Ember laughed and grabbed her wallet from her back pocket.

“Matinee prices right now, so $10 even.” She handed the clerk a ten-dollar bill and presented them with two tickets. “Enjoy the show.”

The two sidestepped over to the concession stand, which shared the same counter. Luckily, no one ever showed up for matinee viewings at this exact time, or there would have been a longer line. “I may have saved on tickets, but I’m not saving on popcorn.” She looked at the board above the counter. The screens flashed advertisements for their other offerings as well as the main attraction.

Another employee stood there waiting for them to choose. “Want your own bucket?” Ember looked to Shagorza, who was still looking over the menu.

“It would be cheaper if we got combo number four.” Two large popcorn and two large drinks. Popcorn was already highway robbery; you might as well get your money’s worth. He seemed to be looking for something else but wasn’t having much luck.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” The employee was listening and started getting the popcorn once Ember said, ‘Yeah.’ He worked fast and filled the two buckets in no time at all.

“What about your drinks, you two?”

“Sweet tea, no ice.”

“Um…” He looked on the side of the soda machine facing the lobby. The logos told what beverages they offered. “Copa-Cola.” The employee began filling the large drink cups. “Why no ice, Ember?”

“You get more that way.” They were handed their drinks and popcorn. Ember swiped her card, and they were on their way to Theater 4. It was empty, not a soul in sight. Shagorza took the lead and sat in the back, dead center.

“Just in case anyone comes in.” He wiggled his head. “These antlers don’t belong up front, you know?”

“I can see that.” They sat down and went back and forth with the trivia on screen. After the trivia ended, the lights dimmed, and the trailers began. Ember nudged him and handed him a plastic baggie full of candy.

“What’s this?” He squeezed his popcorn bucket between his thighs and took the bag. He couldn’t quite make out what it was in the low light. He chanced, reaching inside the bag and feeling what it was. “No way…” He pulled one of the items out. A small, semicircular drop of chocolate, topped with white candy beads. “How did you know I like Snocaps?”

“I dug through your social media.” She whispered. There may not have been anyone in the theater, but she still whispered. Her mom would be very disappointed if she didn’t. She pulled out a bag of her own, but these weren’t hard, chocolate candies. She opened the bag, grabbed one of the things, and looked at Shagorza. “Here it comes. Da dun. Da dun. Da dun da dun dadundaundaun.” She was moving the thing towards his mouth in a swimming motion. He opened his mouth and let her pop it in his mouth.

He chewed and chewed. It was a gummy candy. The blast of sour flavor hit his tongue, fighting off the salty taste filling his mouth from the popcorn. Then, the fruity, blue raspberry flavor took over. “It would be like you to enjoy Gummy Sharks, wouldn’t it?” They laughed. It's not like they had to keep their voices down. The trailers kept rolling as they goofed around. Eventually, after several trailers for sequels, remakes, and garbage movies that the average person had no interest in seeing, the movie started.

The movie continued, and the two sat in silence, occasionally exchanging snarky remarks; Ember asked questions, and Shagorza remarked on the improper use of some magic.



“Give me the Brooch, Brodi Haggins!” Barumon the White shouted to Brodi. “With it, we can rule all of Lower Mars. Create an army of Quacks at our command!”

“No…” Brodi breathed heavily as he fought his desire for power. “No, I’ll never join you Barumon!” He held the Brooch, taking in its bright green glow. The triangular gem in the center of the square border was glowing red hot, hard to hold. “I won’t let you turn Lower Mars into ducks.”

“How can you stop me if you couldn’t save your friend?” Barumon raised his head, looking down on Brodi with an intense stare. He pointed to a giant egg that stood beside them, towering over Brodi’s four-foot stature. “You couldn’t even prevent Bippen from being captured.” He raised his oaken staff; the egg-shaped gem atop it glowed brightly. The giant egg began to shine as well. A loud cracking sound filled the room. Whatever was inside the egg was hatching, the cracks forming in the shell, climbing up the shell, and splitting.

“You wouldn’t.” Brodi had a helpless look on his face as he watched the egg hatch.

“Oh, but I would.” The egg hatched in brilliant light. Out from the egg walked a creature—two webbed feet, long avian neck, wings at their sides, and tucked flat against their body. A monstrous golden duck had emerged.

Brodi was not sure what to think. Then, he saw the object wrapped around its neck. The choker from the elven village. “Bippen!”

“You are too late, Brodi.” Barumon cackled with laughter. “She is my servant now. And if you don’t give me the brooch, you will suffer the same fate.”

Brodi clutched the brooch tightly in his hands. Breathing sharply through his gritted teeth, he reached for his sword, Pierce. The magical sword was hot with fury, matching his wielders. Brodi clipped the brooch to his traveling cloak. “Not on your life.” He pulled Pierce from the sheath and crouched low, holding his sword in the battle-ready position.

“You have sealed your fate.” Barumon pulled his sword from his dimension pocket. His sword was not special like Brodi’s but could deal damage like any other sword. The two ran toward each other, Brodi screaming like a fool. He leaped into the air, sword in the air. His blind rage was making him forget his training. A deft downward air slash would usually do the trick. The two swords collided with a flash and clang of steel.

The screen went blank. Credits began to roll. The lights came back on.

“WHAT?!?!” Shagorza jumped from his seat, spilling what was left of his snocaps and sending his empty popcorn bucket to the floor.

“I can’t believe that shit.” Ember sat once on the edge of her seat, now leaning back, defeated. “I can’t believe they did that. It’s Revengers: Infinity War all over again!”

Shagorza fell into his seat again, the chair protesting the sudden weight. “Great, now we have to wait for a while.” He crossed his arms in frustration; the credits continued rolling.

Ember was frustrated, too, but not as much as he was. She was going to give him a bit to relax before they left. Pulling out her phone to check for anything she missed, she saw that she had missed a few texts from Grace.

Grace
How’d the movie go?

Ember
Cliffhanger. Big one. We’re both SO mad.

Grace
I bet you a quart of ice cream; you won’t make out with him tonight; make him feel better.

Ember
I wasn’t going to, but I might now that you’ve got ice cream on the line: toasted coconut or no bet.

Grace
Fine, I’ll get the ice cream maker out. You know I gotta make that flavor.

Ember
Exactly, you gotta earn it. And don’t skip out on the cream; use your good stuff.

Grace
Fine. I want all the details.

“Hey,” Ember poked Shagorza as she put her phone away, “pizza?”

“Yeah.” He was still salty over the ending, but there was nothing that pizza couldn’t fix. They left the theatre, dropping their things in the trash outside the doors. The sun was starting to go down, but there was plenty of time left for activities. They hopped in Ember’s car and drove to the local place,




Ember and Shagorza climbed up the stairs of his apartment complex. “And I’m telling you, pineapple on pizza is great.” Ember was carrying the two pizzas they ordered because they couldn’t agree.

“And I’m telling you,” Shagorza was playful but still debating, “it’s a war crime.”

“Why? What’s so bad about it?” They reached his unit, and he was fiddling with the keys in his pocket.

“Would you put pineapple on bread?” He opened the door, and they walked inside.

“No?”

“Then why would you put it on pizza? Pizza dough is essentially bread.”

“But it also has cheese, sauce, maybe meat.”

“So, you’re making up for it by adding other things?”

She looked around the place. It looked like a very average apartment unit. A counter sectioned off the kitchen with very little space for anything. The living room was also tiny, but the place wasn’t cluttered with stuff, so it looked more extensive than it was. There was a kitchen table, but she figured they would eat on the couch; that was the case with most of her dates.

“Listen, you goof,” Ember set the pizza on the coffee table in front of the TV and crossed her arms, “I made pizza for three years at that place we were just at. I’ve had orders for no sauce, no cheese, no sauce or cheese; either way, it’s pizza. And pizza is like sex.” Shagorza looked at her curiously. “When it’s good, it’s goooood. When it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. While I agree that pineapple is good on pizza, it is not a single topping thing.”

“Explain yourself.” He looked smug.

“It’s too sweet, making the pizza runny and juicy. You pair something like pineapple with a savory flavor like ham, bacon, pepperoni, hell, maybe all three. I’ve made a pizza with ham, bacon, jalapenos, BBQ sauce drizzle, and pineapple. It was delicious.”

“Ok,” he had to concede one to that, “that does sound good.”

“Maybe I can make your pizza next time you’re at my place.” She sat down on the couch and opened up the boxes. His pizza was on top: pepperoni, chicken, sausage, and green pepper. Not a bad choice, but she wanted hers. She switched the boxes around and opened them up. There was her baby: pineapple, ham, and onion.

Shagorza came over and sat beside her, sliding his box on the table. “I’d like that. Maybe we can do it together.” He had placed his hand on her knee as he leaned over to look at her.

Ember’s face flushed. There went her domfidence. His kind eyes and honest smile. “Yeah, we should.” She looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Hey,” He placed his hand on her knee and practically commanded her to look at him, “I had a wonderful time.”

“Me… too…” She looked at him. He was looking directly at her, eyes staring into hers.

“We should do that pizza idea of yours next week. I bet you make the best pizza in the county.”

“I may or may not have stolen the dough recipe and made some adjustments.” She was losing ground; he was taking over. His genuine niceness overcame any chance of her taking the lead and getting that kiss from him.

“Naughty girl.” He leaned in closer. “But that’s why I like you.”

“WhaaAAAaat?” It was too late. She had reverted to her awkward middle school years. She might as well have put her braces back on.

“You’re genuine. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I like that.” He leaned in so close that their muzzles were touching, her gooey body meeting his fur. He whispered sensually, “And I like you.”

It was happening. Oh my god! What am I gonna do? Is he gonna kiss me already? I thought I was gonna do that! It was too late; he opened his maw and went for it. Ember gave in to desire. She opened her mouth as well, and the two embraced. They fell flat onto the couch, Ember on the bottom, Shagorza on top of her, their lips meeting and not shy for a second. Ember wiggled her tongue into his mouth, meeting and wrapping around his.

Shagorza had never dated an alien and definitely never kissed one. The closest he could ever get to this experience was a snake, which Ember could transform into if he desired. It felt like hours they were lying there, sharing their passion for each other, lips locked in the heat of the moment. Their pizza was getting cold, but they didn’t care.



After dark, Ember came home late that night with a box filled with half-eaten pizza in her hand. She promptly went to the kitchen and tossed the box into the oven. “Well, well, home late, young lady?” Ember turned around. She knew it was Grace, but she had snuck up on her. She was standing in the doorway where the kitchen and hallway met, wearing only a green sports bra and black panties. “Seems you and ol’ Shaggy had fun. You go see a second movie?” She had a smirk on her face. She knew what had happened; she could feel it.

“No.” Ember shut the oven door and grabbed two beers from the fridge. “I’m sure you wanna hear about it.” She carried them both to the living room. Grace followed, laughing diabolically.

“So,” Grace snagged the beer when she opened it, “did ya do it?”

“Why are you so nosy about this?” She took a long pull from her beer.

“Maybe I want some of him too. You and I both know if you don’t like him, we can’t start a polycule with him.”

Ember sighed, “Who’s to say he even wants that?” She drained her beer and sat in on the table. “I wouldn’t object to having him with us; he’s adorable.” She practically had hearts in her eyes thinking about it.

“I knew it; you fell for him hard.” Grace set her beer on the table and adjusted herself on the couch to face Ember. “What happened? Tell me already!”

“We got back from the movie and got pizza. He argued with me about pineapple on pizza.”

“You’ll never shut up about that.”

“Then he just comes onto me. He told me I was genuine and naughty and said I make good pizza.” Ember was a girl in love, no doubt about it.

“You have the weirdest ideas of love.” Grace shook her head. “And that’s all that happened?”

“Well, we made out too.”

Grace squealed with delight. “And you let him dom you?”

“He was on top, yeah.” Her voice turned airy and dreamy. “But we didn’t do anything past that. It felt like we were smoochin’ forever, though.”

Grace scoffed at her. “You are losin’ your touch. You’d have usually roped them in by now. What’s the hold-up?”

“I just wanna take my time. I don’t want to rush into it and make it a lewd relationship. Is it hot in here?” She pulled her shirt off, letting her girls fly free. It didn’t help, but it relieved her of some stress.

“Well, if it’s gonna be that kinda party.” Grace removed her sports bra and let the milkers free as well. Rather than just gossip about a boy they like, she had an idea. She scooched closer to Ember, who was still lost in thought about Shagorza.

“Why don’t you show me what you’d do to him? What if I was ol’ tall, dark, and handsome.” She began caressing Ember’s left breast with one hand and pinching her right nipple with the other. Ember started moaning like a slut. “Dom me like you’d dom him.”

“You don’t want that, Grace.” Ember looked to Grace with a smirk. “You don’t know what I’d do to him.”

“Try me hot stuff.” She leaned in and kissed Ember, immediately shoving in her tongue.

Ember shoved Grace flat onto the couch. “Fine, you wanted this, Shagorza.” Ember spewed goo from her hands, covering Grace. She screamed for only a second. The goo clung to her skin, taking the shape of someone else. Grace could feel the goo clinging to her skin, conforming to her body, shaping her into something else. She closed her eyes, hoping it would be over soon. She wasn’t scared but terrified. “There, now you’re Shagorza.”

Grace opened her eyes and looked at herself. Her cow skin and large breasts were gone. In its place was a hairy coat of brown fur with a red line down her arms. Her head felt so heavy she reached to feel what was causing it. Antlers! “How the hell did you do that?” Her voice was still hers despite her physical appearance.

“I’m a Gooborg, hun; I can do many things.” Her cargo shorts were immediately dissolved on her body, her dick springing free. It was erect, standing at full mast, twelve inches long and two inches wide, and throbbing like a thing to do. “Now I’m gonna show you what I do to cuties like Shagorza, aka, you.”

“Eeep.” Grace had been at the mercy of Ember’s dick before, but tired and intoxicated Ember was something else. “Please, mommy, be kind to me.” Grace, now transformed into Shagorza, flipped over and presented his asshole to her. “Don’t destroy my asshole, anything but that.”

“How could I possibly deny a request from you?” Ember rubbed her finger around his asshole, lubricating it with her goo. The goo-lube flowed inside of her, covering the inside of her anal tract. “There, now you’ll take my dick raw.”

“Oh no.” He whined falsely, wiggling his ass. “Anything but that.”

Ember pressed the tip of her dick against Shagorza’s chocolate starfish, threatening to penetrate at will. “Such a good boy for mommy.” She extended her arms to reach his nipples, toying with them as he had toyed with hers earlier. He moaned with delight, not holding back a single note of his song. “Good boy, now take mommy!” She thrust her entire dick inside of him, down to the base.

“OOOOOHMYGOD!” Ember held nothing back; she pistoned her dick, base to tip, inside of his asshole. Her gooey body seemed to bend and flex with every thrust. She was putting her all into this sex, and not just because Grace was disguised as Shagorza. This sex reminded her of the mission bestowed upon her by Queen Gooborg. She had only assimilated Grace; she could have assimilated the whole town without caring for anyone. She could start with Shagorza, and the three could begin the ultimate goal of assimilating the earth. She could see it already. A gooey trio, Dragonshark, Cow, and Elk, have sex with their friends, then they all have sex with their loved ones, and the army slowly grows.

“Ember! Ember, you’re cumming inside me!”

“What?” She was so lost in thought that she hadn’t noticed she was cumming? Wow, this wasn't good. Shagorza had her so distracted she hadn’t even noticed the wave of pleasure that shot through her body as she filled Shagorza to the brim and then some. Her stomach was already as large as a small child before she pulled out. She looked at her handiwork. She reached out a hand and called the goo back. The fur coat pulled away from Grace’s body like a shirt.

Grace sat there, cumflated and panting. “Jeezus, Ember, you are distracted by him.” She scrunched up her face and focused on processing all the excess cum that was shot into her. Slowly, her stomach deflated. Grace may have turned her into a Gooborg, but not entirely. She didn’t have the heart to give her the full treatment. She wanted her to have still some humanity left in her, so she was a half-breed. She couldn’t change her body’s form but was very flexible. Her cybernetic markings were only visible in particular lights as well. This was also why her milk had transformative properties. She could control it more if she weren’t a half-breed, but Ember didn’t want to see her become fully like her.

“I, I got lost in thought by the idea of him becoming like me.” She looked at her right palm. She liked how she was; she wanted more people to be like her. “It brought me so much joy. I, I do love him.”

“Well, now you know what you gotta do next time you two go out. Hell, invite him here, home-field advantage.” She was finally able to sit up, although it looked like she was pregnant with octuplets. “Invite him over to make pizza or something.”

“Yeah!” She clenched her fist. “I did say I’d do that. Grace, you’re a genius. She ran over and kissed her on the lips. “I’m going to bed. Join me when you’re not all… this.” She waved her arms at her inflated stomach and walked upstairs to bed.

“This is your fault, you know!” Grace called after her.

*     *     *

“Today’s the day.” Ember was getting dressed for her date. She and Shagorza had discussed him coming to her house this time, and she wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. She looked in her wardrobe for something, telling him, ‘I want you, but I’m in charge.’ Something that tells them, ‘You’re my sub tonight.’ She didn’t want to portray that she wanted sex right out the gate, so her lingerie was not an option.  She dug and dug through her wardrobe. Everything was either her usual attire or too sexy. “Ugh, fine. I’ll make this work.” She chose a red sports bra and running shorts. It was a hot day; maybe she could get away with it.

She walked down the stairs, feeling her breasts jiggle in the sports bra. It must have stretched out over the years. Maybe that’ll help. Her body was already plenty jiggly thanks to the gooey nature of it, but when it was unhindered by clothing, she might as well have been jello. Looking at the clock she kept above the kitchen entryway, she saw she had only an hour before Shagorza would be over for their date.

“Grace!” She shouted, her voice echoing through the house.

“What?!” Grace’s voice came from the kitchen.

Ember strode into the kitchen. Grace was making coffee for the two of them. Her tits were out, her bibs unbuckled. She was squirting fresh milk from her breasts into the coffee. “Can I ask you not to bug Shagz and me today?”

Grace laughed and looked at her with a smirk. “What, you think I’m gonna get in the way and steal him from ya?” She buckled up her bibs and walked over to Ember with her coffee. “I won’t promise anything, but I won’t try to steal him from ya. Besides, he could be ours. I already want him.”

Ember let out a short sigh. “Just don’t scare him away.”

“Why would I do that?” Grace placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward, her breasts flopping around in her bibs, as she never wore a bra with them. “I want some of him, too; I just said that.”

“Ok, fine.” Ember sipped her coffee. “I trust you then. Mmm, good coffee, as always. You should sell half and half or something.”

“It’s in the works.” Grace walked back to the bar and grabbed her monstrous mug. The two both had giant coffee mugs, at least 24 oz., but Grace’s was almost twice that. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Pizza. I’ll make some homemade dough with him.”

“Oh, are you gonna do that thing where you get behind him and go,” she imitated her to the best of her ability, “ ’here, let me show you’ while you squish your tits into his back?”

Ember blushed and sipped her coffee to try and hide the fact. “No, but I will now.”

“HA! I’m a bad influence.” She slugged what was left of her coffee. “I’m off to the barn. The girls need a milkin’. I’ll be in and out.” She set her mug in the sink and sashayed to the back door. “Don’t let me interrupt you’re seeeexy time.”

“Shut up.” Ember couldn’t help but laugh. Whenever Grace tried to use sexy body language, she always did it wrong. Her hips were too square, on account of her bovine muscles, to show any curves in her hips. However, she always tried, and being in the right mood caused Ember to pounce on her.

“Ok, now what?” As she asked herself this, her phone buzzed in her shallow pockets. She knew who it was: Shagorza. For these two weeks they were dating, she had started calling him Shagz because Shagorza was a bugger to type, and it was cute. Sure enough, it was a text from him.

Shagz
I’ll be there in thirty minutes or so. Love you

Ember
Love you more <3

He even had him using small emojis like <3, 0///0, and UwU. She had sworn never to use those; words were more powerful than those. She would never use real emojis, though. Those round faces were ugly to her, and she hated them. Putting her phone away, she drained what was left of her coffee and walked to the bar. She had some preparations to do.  




She could see his car pull into her long gravel driveway five minutes earlier than anticipated. She had already gotten all the jars of ingredients out on the bar, had the yeast set up in warm water, pulled out the recipe book with the printed picture of the dough recipe from her old job, and got some aprons out. “All right.” She hyped herself up. “You got this today.” She slapped her cheeks. “You’re gonna show him who’s boss here. You’re gonna show him that you’re their dom. You’re gonna show him that you’re-“

She looked through the window. On the porch, Shagorza was looking through the large windows at her. He waived, a big smile on his face. Ember blushed, her face turning a deeper shade of red than ever before. She meekly waved to him from inside. Shagorza pointed towards the door, and since she couldn’t hear through the windows, she saw him ask, “Let me in?” Ember looked embarrassed and mouthed. “Yeah.”

She promptly strode to the door and let him in. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey, Em. Thanks for letting me in.” He ducked so his antlers wouldn’t scratch the frame. “You’re adorable when you talk to yourself, you know that?”

“No, I’m not.” She laughed, but her face went red for the second time in under a minute. It was not a great start, but there was still plenty of time to make up for it.

“You are.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, his face only touching her neck. “You’re so expressive and honest.” He leaned in for a kiss and Ember didn’t fight it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as the two locked lips. She resisted the urge to cover his face with her goo and remain in this position forever.

“Well, I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving.” He looked around the house. “Wow, lovely place. I like the old-school wallpaper.” When she bought the place, Ember didn’t want to get rid of the white with green stripes and pink rose wallpaper. Partly because she hated doing wallpaper but mostly because it was her Gran's favorite pattern, and she loved her Gran.

“Yeah, I like it too. It was Gran’s favorite.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. “You always wear tye-dye?” He was wearing yet another tye-dye shirt. Unlike the one he wore on the first and second dates, each was unique with its color scheme and patterns.

“Yeah, I make them myself. Tye-dye is an art form. I may be a mechanical engineer, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be an artist, too.” His plain silver gym shorts may not have complimented the shirt, but it was neutral enough not to clash.

“Well, I’ve got everything all setup. You ready to get messy?”

“That’s part of the fun.” He rolled up imaginary sleeves and pumped his fists. “Let’s get to it.”

The two of them tied on their aprons and started making the dough. Ember had tossed one of the two to Shagorza without checking which, as they were the only two in the house. He had gotten the gag apron that had a naked woman on the front, making it look like he had a nice pair of tits. They laughed, joking about how he’d let her rub them—creating a flour volcano on the bar and dropping the eggs into the middle. “Why are there eggs in pizza dough? I always thought there wasn’t supposed to be.” Shagorza looked at Ember in confusion.

“Don’t ask me; this one does.” She looked at the recipe book and pointed to the spot where it said, ‘Add two eggs.’ Either way, do you ever do this?”

“Not this method; I always use my mixer because I don’t have a lot of space. Ember had been inside his apartment and could verify that he didn’t have much.

“Well, let me show you the ways.” Ember stood behind him, head to the side so she didn’t get caught in his antlers. Reaching around his body, she placed her hands on his and moved them around for him. “We slowly add the flour to the egg and start kneading it all in.” She had done it without even noticing. She was having so much fun that she did the ‘let me show you’ thing.

Shagorza was focused on doing it the right way, but Ember was self-conscious of her breasts squishing into his back. This was a prime opportunity, though. She took a deep breath and effortlessly began inflating her breasts up to the next size, an F cup. It was very noticeable; her sports bra was now the right size for her massive mammaries, the apron was much tighter, and more of her tits were sticking out from the bra. Then, she thought about what else he’d like. She had no idea what he was into. For the sake of covering bases, she inflated her hips and thighs, filling in the already tight running shorts and stretching them to the max. She even inflated her ass a few sizes; who doesn’t like a juicy, jiggly butt?

However, Shagorza didn’t seem to notice as he was now focusing on kneading the dough. He knew how to knead dough and was a master at that. Ember had removed her hands and watched him work. Thanks to the eggs, the dough was very yellow but still dry. Ember grabbed the now room-temperature water bowl and slowly incorporated it into the dry dough ball. “This seems like a weird combination of noodles and pizza dough.” Shagorza knew his way around such things.

“I always thought that too,” Ember said as she slowly poured the yeasty water onto the dough in his hands, “but it always came out fantastic.”

“I mean, I trust you.” Ember reached for the seasoning mix and started pouring it into the dough freely as he kneaded. “You just freeball it?”

“Yeah, who cares?” She topped off the spice mix. “There’s no such thing as too much of this spice mix in particular.” She reached for the salt grinder and garlic powder. “Now these, yes.” She twisted the salt grinder five times and four solid shakes of the garlic powder. The dough was smelling amazing at this point. Once all the bits and pieces came off Shagorza’s hands and the dough ball was a solid mass, He tossed it into a bowl Ember had greased and slid over to him. “Now we wait two hours for that to rise.”

“What are we gonna do in the meantime?” He sniffed his hands and let out a pleased sigh. They smelled like Italian spices and garlic.

This was her chance; Ember could get some action out of him. He hadn’t noticed that she had made those minor adjustments yet. “Maybe we could go upstairs and have some fun.” She sidled up to him, pressing his face into her breasts. Her hands were grabbing his ass, squeezing his taut ass cheeks.

“I see…” He looked down at his muzzle, eyeballing the cleavage in his face. They had both worked up a sweat—it was a hot day, after all—but Ember was particularly sweaty. Her smell was sensual, bordering on musk, and more droplets of goo dribbled down her body. Her scent filled his snout, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Excellent.” She grinned. Her plan was going according to plan now. She’d lure him upstairs, plow him, maybe assimilate him too. She held his hand and led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs behind her.

“Ember, wait.” The two stopped when they reached the doorway to Ember’s room. “I didn’t wash my hands.” He held up his hands, the fur caked together and smelling of dough.

“Jokes on you, hun,” she smirked, “I love the smell of pizza dough.” She pulled him into the room and flung him onto the bed. “I’ve been waiting for weeks to have some lewd time with you. Now I’m gonna show you who’s boss.” Ember ripped off her apron and showed her adjusted body to Shagorza. Her sports bra and running shorts were now way too tight.

“But Em, all you had to do was ask.” This made Ember freeze. He took his nude apron off and started removing his shirt and shorts. “I was wondering if you were taking it slow or if I was doing something wrong.” He now sat on the bed, in his boxers, in the ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ pose. “Come get me.”

Ember’s dick was instantly rock hard, shooting up and out of her running shorts. She hadn’t told him before that she was a futa, but he sure as hell knew now. Steam began to emit from her body. What was happening to her? This had never happened to her before.

“It seems I’ve hit all the right buttons.”  He sat up and got off the bed. The bulge in his boxers was proudly standing tall. He wasn’t as large as Ember, but that wasn’t an issue. “I didn’t know I was dating such a beautiful kitten.” He strode over to her and caressed her hips. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” He squeezed her asscheeks, his hands sunk right into her gooey flesh.

“You’re looking more beautiful than ever,” he said as he pulled her pants down, “but I like the old you more.” Leaning over, he grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and raised it above her enlarged breasts. It sat on top of her breasts, scrunched in a wad. He licked her left nipple with long strokes of his tongue. Ember couldn’t help but moan. Reflexively, she grabbed his head and pressed him into it, his antlers piercing her body, but she didn’t feel the pain. There was no pain to be had.

“More.” She panted as he now sucked on her breast. “More, Shagz.” She reached down and started stroking her penis, long strokes, eager to feel that ecstasy from shooting her cum everywhere. She whined, “Don’t leave the other one alone.” He granted her request and started pinching her other nipple, masterfully rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. “Aaaah.” She started breathing more heavily than before. Steam was rolling off her body in clouds. “Oh my god! Shagz, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“ She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. She shot cum so high into the air that it hit the ceiling. She coated the immediate ceiling area above her with a loud *plop* *squish* and *splat*.

Shagorza released his mouth from her nipple. “Wow, am I that good? You came in no time at all.”

Ember fell to her knees, still panting. “Don’t tease me.” He had made her cum faster than anyone ever had. Was it technique? Was it all the buildup? Was it just that she truly loved him?

Shagorza looked around the room. He hadn’t had the time to do that since Ember thrust him inside. It looked like a little girl’s room with newer, adult-oriented things, like the silk sheets, a king bed, and a shoebox labeled ‘dildos’ under it. All the furniture showed scratches from scraping paint, but it was covered with a cherry finish. The small table at the foot of her bed—he could imagine it with little horse figurines and other toys. However, the dresser caught his eye.

The bottom dresser was sliding open very slowly. It must have been over-greased or had a bad seal, and Ember, falling to her knees, jostled it loose. What was inside made him wide-eyed. He looked at the contents, then at Ember, still panting and red-faced, dick upright and stiff. If she was looking for action, she was going to get it. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out one of the crinkly objects. “Hey, Em.”

She looked over to where she heard his voice. Her voice turned beat red. She sputtered in embarrassment. “Haaababababababa.” One of her ABDL diapers, the cute ones with letter block, teddy bear, and windmill patterns, was in his hands.

“Get on the bed like a good little bab.” He was taking a chance with this approach. If she were the dom, maybe she wouldn’t like it. However, given her reaction to him having found her diaper stash, perhaps she’d comply.

“Uhh…uhh…” Ember looked from the diaper in his hands to Shagorza’s face and back again. His dick was still rock hard. Could it possibly be? “Yes, Daddy.” She got up and laid flat on her back, her rear facing the door.

“Good girl.” He approached her with a diaper in hand. “Raise your butt for Daddy.” She complied. He quickly fluffed up the diaper and slid it underneath, getting a whiff of her musky dick and pussy in the process. She was soaking wet, and Shagorza was going to take this opportunity. He slid out of his boxers and pressed his dick against her vagina. “Does little Em want Daddy’s dick?”

It was happening, but not the way she was expecting it to. She wanted to be the one in charge, not him! She was already at his mercy; it was too late when she called her Daddy. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I thought so.” He slid just the tip of his dick inside her pussy. “You’re already so wet for Daddy; we won’t need any lube, will we?”

“No, Daddy.” She was panting, ready for a good fuck. She clenched her pussy and focused on making everything smaller. This would make everything tighter and more pleasurable for Daddy. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” He slid the rest inside her in a matter of seconds. Ember moaned at the pleasure. She didn’t expect the tightness to affect her that much. “Now you’re gonna be at my mercy.” He started thrusting in and out, focusing on the pleasure of not only himself but Ember as well. God, she was so tight! There was no way she was always this tight. He didn’t know if he was going to last this long.

“OOOoooOOOooOOOh!” Her inflated breasts flopped back and forth with every thrust. They nearly whacked her in the face a few times. She let her voice go, opting to give Shagorza a good time and let herself be at his mercy almost wholly. “DDDDaaaAAAddDDDDdYYYyyYYY!” She wasn’t going to last long, either. There was something about him, something about sex with genuine love that was better than fucking for the sake of it.

“Fuck, you’re tight, little one.” He groaned as he continued thrusting, feeling every thrust as he smacked his body against her gooey, wet body. “I’m not going to last much longer, bab. Daddy’s gonna fill you up.”

“Fill me, Daddy!”

“Beg for it.”

“Daddy, please fill the bab up with your cum! I wanna be filled with Daddy spooge all day!”

“That’s a good girl.” He began to thrust faster, knowing it was only a matter of time now. He started breathing through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna shoot, Ember!”

She felt his dick enlarge, then the cum shot inside of her. She was in tune with her body; she felt everything. She could feel the cum flowing through her goo, mixing with it, becoming part of her. “OOOOOOOH!” She sat there enjoying the afterglow. She didn’t even notice that Shagorza was padding her up. Laying there, blissed out, while her boyfriend was putting her into a diaper. “Daddy, I mean, Shagz?”

“Yes, BAB?” He emphasized this; they weren’t finished yet.

“Did you know I like diapers?”

“No bab, I didn’t. But you’re in luck.” He pulled out his phone from his shorts pocket and opened the photos app. He showed her several pictures of him wearing diapers, famous brands like ABZ’s, and plain ones like SouthShore. “I am, too.” He put his phone away for now. “But right now, you’re Daddy’s little, got that?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She shot up from her position on the bed and jumped into his arms, giving him a big kiss. “I wuv you, Daddy.” She gave him several short kisses all over his face.

“Seems I’ve unlocked something.” He laughed, set her down, and placed his hands on his knees. “Is my little ready for round two?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She was on her knees now, ready to obey his every whim.

“You can transform your body, right?” She nodded excitedly, her diaper crinkling with her entire body’s movement. “Give yourself a sissy pink outfit, your choice.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Effortlessly, the goo on specific sections of her body began to turn pink. Her arms, from claws to biceps, turned a bright pink hue. From her toes to her thighs, the same things occurred. A pink harness, wrapping around her torso, between her breasts, and around her shoulders, formed as well. She paused for a second, and her eyes sparkled. Inside her diaper, her dick shrank and was surrounded by goo that hardened and formed a tight cage. “Is that good, daddy? There’s even a cage under my diapee.”

“Minimalist, I like it.”

“YAY!”

“Now.” He grabbed her head and pressed it against his groin. “I’m all dirty from earlier.” The smell of his sweat, Ember’s love juices, and his cum was overwhelming. She had truly let her mind go. She smelled his musk and felt herself fall even deeper in love. “Clean me up.”

“Of course, Daddy.” She eagerly coiled her tongue around his dick as she wrapped her maw around his throbbing dick. She hadn’t tasted her goo in a long time, considering she was made of it, but it was mixed with love juices. She loved this taste. She sucked and sucked like it was the nipple of a bottle.

“If you’re a good girl and make Daddy cum, I’ll unlock you.” He smirked as he began using her head as an onahole, moving her up and down his dick. She was unable to respond. Her dick was throbbing inside the goo-cage. She wanted out so badly. She now understood why so many people came to her for this feeling of being helpless and at the mercy of someone else.

“My god, I’m gonna cum already.” Ember sucked harder, wanting to milk him dry, get all of Daddy’s dick milk. “Take it all, bab. Don’t spill a single drop. If you do, you’re staying in that diaper until tomorrow.” She jerked; she loved this feeling. He grabbed the sides of her head and forced her to the base of his dick. Cum started flowing down her throat. It was so salty but had the musk with it. The moment he released his grip, she instinctively shot off of his dick with a big gasp.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, bab?”

“I wuv you.”



Later that night, the two of them were sitting in the kitchen eating the pizzas they made. They let it rise for so long that it broke the seal on the bowl and spilled onto the counter. They were able to make an extra pizza as a result. They had two on the table: Pineapple and ham and green peppers with bacon. A third one in the oven stayed warm for Grace, spinach, and goat cheese. They sat in the kitchen, one nude and the other in a diaper with sissy accessories.

The back door slammed shut, and someone came walkin’ in. “Geez, louize, I just couldn’t stop the girls from leakin’!” She approached the kitchen, expecting Ember to be there. “Seriously, I’ve never produced that much at one, GOOD LORD!” She was surprised to see the two in their current state. “Well, hello, hot stuff.” She walked in and eyeballed Shagorza up and down. “From the looka’ things, you two got down and dirty.” She looked at Ember. “Oooooh, and he littled you! OH my god!” She slapped her knees and started laughing.

“It's not funny, Gwace.” Ember was only allowed to little speak for the rest of the day.

“Aw, did I upset da wittle derg?” She was still laughing her ass off. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She sat down and looked the two over. “So, did Ember discuss ‘the thing’ with you, Shagorza?”

He looked at her and smirked, “Yes, she did.”

“What’cha say, Antlers?”

“I think it would be fun.” He glimpsed down to Grace’s breasts, nearly hanging out of her bibs. Two significant stains were leaking through the denim, and her nipples were still leaking milk. “It would be super fun if I got to play around with you two simultaneously.”

“You no want dat.” Ember set down her slice and looked at him. “She gets wowdy and wants you to dwink from her titties.” Her face was red, trying to explain something as simple as a little.

“That sounds fun to me.” It seemed that a domming Ember had flipped a switch in him. He could quickly get down with someone now. He was still a nice guy on the inside, but when it came time to get fuckin’, he’d be there first.

“I was hopin’ you’d say that.” Grace winked at him flirtatiously. “Gotta warn ya, I’m a lotta woman.” She got up and started caressing her body.

“And Ember here isn’t?” He pinched her nipple, listening to her moan.

“You sure got confidence.” She slid the straps off of her shoulders and let her bibs fall to the ground. “Don’t wanna be a third wheel.” She walked over to the oven and checked it. She pulled out the pan and brought it to the table. “Alright, hot stuff.” She took a slice of the freshly cut pizza and started eating. “You, me, and bab here,” she pointed to Ember, “we gotta have some fun tonight.”

“Yeah!” Ember was excited. “I wan’ see how Daddy handles Gwace.”

“Handles?” He looked at her with a smug grin. “Is she that much of an animal?”

“You has no idea.” She looked at him with a severe expression.

“Now, now, Baby New Year. Let him figure it out for himself.”

“Hmph.”

“So, we a polycule or what?” Grace finished her first slice and started another.

“We’ll give it a shot,” Shagorza replied. “However, we go at my pace. I hardly know you. But if Ember trusts you, I do.”

“YAY!” Ember hugged Shagorza and kissed him.

“We’re drinking tonight, you’re staying tonight, Antlers.”

“Alright.” It’s funny how a blind date can lead to unexpected relationships. He never would have guessed this would be the result, but he was happy.
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