1 comments/ 36116 views/ 18 favorites Cinthesis By: Mesmeri Cinthesis Part One "Alright, I've seen the wall-paintings and they're very pretty. Can we got to the lake now, Cindy?" her friend Beverly Haller complained. Cinderella Mason sighed. What her mother had been thinking when she'd given her daughter that name, she would never understand. Her mother must have liked it, but she personally detested it and went by Cindy whenever she could. Cindy turned away from the cave opening and the pictograms adorning the entrance to address her friend. She liked Beverly, she was Cindy's best friend, but the blonde had no appreciation for history or art. They'd been doing these little vacations for eight years now, ever since they met in college, and this little argument about what constituted fun had been ongoing just as long. Sometimes she won them, sometimes Beverly won. And though she wouldn't admit it out loud, Cindy enjoyed her friend's victories as much as her own. They were spending this vacation up in the woods where Cindy had rented a cabin. She was in no mood to party after her break-up with Dave and if it had been left solely up to her Cindy would spend the weekend reading and visiting places like this. The site of some very interesting pre-Columbian art. Beverly, however, was in it for the hiking and the sunbathing and she wanted to get on with the latter part while the weather held. "They're not wall-paintings, they're carvings. The colors are just moss and weathered rocks. Come on Bev, you have to admit they look fantastical. Makes you wonder what the artist was on when he made them." "Unless there's still a stash of it here, not really," Beverly quipped undeterred. "Alright, alright, we'll go. I want to take a swim anyway, cool off a little." Beverly shot her a smile and turned around. Cindy gave the carvings one last look, still wondering what they meant when it became hideously clear. The carvings were old, far older than any archeologist had guessed. Through migrations, famines and wars, different tribes and nations had maintained the warnings some ancient people had left behind. The why had been kept alive for just as long, minus a couple of hundred years. The carvings were a warning, and what they warned about came through it right now. -------------------------------------------------- With a triumphant hiss like a boiling kettle, the eldritch horror made the transition from its own dimension into this one. The window of opportunity had been so small/short/thin even on its side, let alone this one. But it had made it. Now he was in a race against what the creatures of this reality experienced as time to make his stay permanent. It wasn't a demon, who had no need to jump through such hoops. Ch'Nothoglys' reality was far more remote and alien, as were its inhabitants. Reality itself rebelled against Ch'Nothoglys, pressing down in an attempt to remove it entirely. All but a miniscule amount of its power had to be devoted to postponing that event long enough for it to find a solution. It already knew what that solution was, but the creature needed the correct specimen. And fortuitously, two of the local sentient species were right in front of it. Both female too, though Ch'Nothoglys had some trouble determining that. Apparently there had been a few changes since its broodmate's attempt. It did not matter, they had figured out what had gone wrong and this time, it would succeed. Gurgling in contentment, it began to amble towards his target. -------------------------------------------------- Cindy's eyes refused to focus on the thing coming towards them, or maybe it was her brain that couldn't wrap itself around what her eyes were telling it. There were eyes, tentacles and lots of slimey, naked flesh coming towards her, air shimmering and wobbling around the thing. Besides her, she could hear Beverly whimper but it was so hard to move, even the simple act of turning her head was too much. It felt like gravity had grown a hundred-fold, like the air had become a liquid that she had to work down her throat just so she could breathe. The monstrous thing was close now, close enough to smell except there was nothing to smell. The natural scents of the forest were gone, displaced by some not-smell that didn't become more even when the monster's wet, sticky tentacles started to slide over her shirt, her shorts and even her shoes and socks got bathed in slime. Her clothing started to hiss, a moment before the straps of her small backpack gave way and it dropped to the forest-floor. Slightly embarrassed, she seemed to be incapable of feeling more than that, Cindy felt more and more of her clothing and then underwear dissolve; exposing increasing amounts of her skin to the wind, sun and those disgusting appendages. -------------------------------------------------- At last the female was ready. Ch'Nothoglys did not know from what dead creature those skins had come from, but now they were no longer in the way. At last his secretions could begin their work on her, which was why there was now a need to restrain the female. The horrid spawn needed her essence unmuffled for this part of the preparations. Ch'Nothoglys turned some of its attention to the other one to make sure that female wouldn't try to escape. A single tentacle detached itself to slither over the ground towards her. Somehow, even though Ch'Nothoglys' presence should make it impossible, she managed to react to it. The female tried to force the tentacle away with one appendage only to fail miserably. The tentacle dodged the blow, then wrapped itself around the limb before moving on to secure the rest of her body in a similar bind. Still the female didn't cease her resistance. Her essence was smothered, yes, but there still remained a spark that would not let itself be snuffed out. Pressed for time, Ch'Nothoglys gave the tentacle a command. It would drain the power that remained in the manipulator faster, and it couldn't be replenished while it was detached, but it should be finished with the other female long before then. Responding instantly, the end of the tentacle slapped itself onto the female's forehead. Tiny manipulators sprouted from it, sliding through flesh and bone like it was water to create a direct connection between her thought node and Ch'Nothoglys' manipulator. It would now do the thinking for her. At last she lay still. Her features grew slack as her eyes stared into nothing. That would do for now. Turning his attention back to the female caught in his manipulators he found her struggling as well. She was also making piercing sounds that grated at its feelers interspersed with gasps as the secretions finally bended her thought node into the direction Ch'Nothoglys wanted it to go. Most of her emotions were too alien to grasp, but a few weren't. The fear was lessening as arousal gripped the female. She was still slowly twisting in its grip, but there was no focus behind it. The female's attention had been turned wholly inward. Now the noises she made were more pleasing to his feelers. They rose in volume as it started to manipulate her most sensitive zones as the final step in readying the female for her transformation. When the female started to secrete some fluids of her own, Ch'Nothoglys judged she was ready. Stiffening one manipulator and positioning it before the animal's reproductive orifice, Ch'Nothoglys slid it into her encountering no resistance. Another alien emotion rippled through the female, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared when more manipulators joined the first. Her walls strained at containing three and so it left it at that for the moment. He did not want to damage her. A simple pattern of undulations and stroking of her inner walls reduced the female to further incoherence. It only took her a few heartbeats to reward Ch'Nothoglys' effort with her first burst of completion, an emotional explosion that reduced her mental state to zero. But it did not last long enough for its purpose, more was required. Seeing as the female was no longer capable of resisting, Ch'Nothoglys removed all but one of the manipulators that was needed to keep her aloft so it could add them to its assault. First were those orifices still empty, the one near the simian's thought node eagerly received a single manipulator and Ch'Nothoglys gurgled in delight as the female's own inferior manipulators began to caress it. Drawing it deeper into herself as a smaller manipulator in her orifice tried to wrap itself around Ch'Nothoglys'. The manipulators entering her from the other end encountered some difficulty and Ch'Nothoglys had to squeeze them in. But once they'd breached the entrance the female once again completed, twice. -------------------------------------------------- Every muscle in Cindy's back strained as she arched it more and more. Not that she noticed that, or how slippery she was from the mixture of sweat, drool, juices, and the creature's slime covering every inch of her skin. Nothing mattered besides the wonderful feelings invading every part of her body. Gone was the fear she'd felt on first seeing the monster. Gone was her worry for her friend. All that she cared about was what the creature was doing to her. Her hands wrapped around one of those slimy tentacles, jacking it off like a cock, that was real. The manipulators prying open her pussy more and more, those were real. Even the pain of that obscene act didn't worry her. It only added to the exquisite delight Cindy was subjected to. Consequences and the why of it all didn't matter to the brunette, only the mind melting pleasure. So when the monster, running out of available holes to fill, simply pierced her flesh with his appendages all Cindy did was cum, hard. -------------------------------------------------- A bellow shook the surrounding trees as Ch'Nothoglys experienced a climax of its own. While the simian's essence was suspended in completion, pinned there by the many manipulators invading every part of her, the ruler of Byakhuy began to flood her body with its own substance. The manipulators bulged as the thick, white fluid passed from Ch'Nothoglys and into the insensate animal. Every muscle and organ quickly became drenched with the liquid as his manipulators pumped it into her body. Transformation began even before the eldritch horror had finished extracting its manipulators from her, and it continued after the female was lowered to the ground. Her skin knitted itself back together while swiftly being leached off all its color. It hid a more fundamental change as every cell in her body was replaced by something no biologist had ever seen. An ecstatic scream was wrenched from her lips as her bones cracked, melted, and reformed. Five toes to a foot turned into two soft pads as flexible as her hands. Muscles rippled, her hair became so black it seemed to suck the light in even as her skin gained the smooth, pale, tone of an alabaster statue. Modest curves turned into dangerous ones. Her breasts inflated, becoming large, firm, and peaked with long, impossibly pink nipples. Her ass, already firm from regular exercise, flowed into a bubble butt while a sinuous tail began to grow between those two globes. But the form was only of secondary consideration to Ch'Nothoglys, his attention was on more insubstantial affairs. Turning the female's body into a hybrid of this reality and its own was necessary. Replacing her essence with one of Ch'Nothoglys' choosing was vital. Tension left Ch'Nothoglys as it felt the connection form between them, growing stronger as the new consumed the old. A connection that went past nerves and thought. The female's completion was now sustained by the very fire that was destroying that essence and Ch'Nothoglys' own manipulators stirred once more as those emotions started to become more intelligible. Yet even now, a core remained that seemed to be untouched. It peaked Ch'Nothoglys curiosity, her ancestors had not possessed it. It was sure of that, it had studied the memories of this place carefully. Soon this core was all that was left of the old, and then his essence made contact with that core. With an abruptness it had not expected, the transformation of its first anchor ended. -------------------------------------------------- Rolling onto her stomach, Cindy savored the aftermath of that great fuck. The feel of the dry earth and twigs scratching her naked tits helped to draw it out. Where she was or what was going on didn't really bother her, she felt too fantastic to be concerned about it. "ARISE" a voice thundered from behind her. Except it wasn't a voice, or even a real word. It was an idea, a concept, that had been dumped into her mind. Yet it had a definite direction. Curious, she went up into a crouching position and turned around to see who it was. The sight looked familiar, and yet it was completely alien. She'd seen it before, Cindy recalled, but not with such crystal clarity. It actually looked quite ordinary, and that surprised her more than it should, Cindy sensed. Something was missing, but was the lack with her or with her creator? 'Wait, Creator? Yes, he made me. No, my mother and father did.' Frowning, Cindy tried to make sense of it all when the thing "spoke" again. "THE LINE IS FRAILER THAN IT SHOULD BE. COME, SLAVE, ASSIST ME BY PREPARING THE OTHER FEMALE FOR HER TRANSFORMATION." Naturally, Cindy looked around to see who her creator was referring to only to catch the sight of a woman lying on the ground with a manipulator wound around her body. Her face was partially obscured by the tentacle, but it couldn't hide the female's vacant stare or the drool that escaped her slack jaw. "Bev," Cindy's mouth said without her brain prompting it to. The word triggered memories, feelings, she knew this one. She knew her well. "No," her mouth said, once more without conscious direction. Part of her was surprised, not that she'd said it but that she could contemplate the concept of it. Her Cr-, it, couldn't believe it either. "RESISTANCE?" Once more Cindy turned around to face the creature and gave it a toothy smile. It's response was violent and immediate, though again Cindy had expected that for some reason. Her tail found a broken off branch even as she sidestepped the manipulators striking at her. Before it could try again Cindy struck, planting the impromptu weapon in her opponent's central body. In its own reality the attack would have been laughably futile, Ch'Nothoglys' defenses would have disintegrated the branch before it could even touch the eldritch horror. But they weren't in its reality. With a squelching sound the wooden dagger slid into the monster, piercing Ch'Nothoglys' hide with ease. Reality was forcibly introduced into its body and now it could tear Ch'Nothoglys apart from within. Its remaining time in this dimension abruptly reduced to zero, the creature's body turned to a fading mist that did not linger. Giving the space it had occupied one more look before dismissing her creator from her mind, Cindy looked back at Beverly. And blinked at tentacle still wrapped around her slumped form. "Okay, now what?" Part Two Standing in front of one of two full-length mirror's their cabin sported, Cindy examined herself. She'd recalled they had one and had carried Beverly, who was lying on the bed a few feet away even now, to it. Not like she had a lot of other things to do at the moment while she waited for that manipulator to run out of energy. It should disappear on its own soon enough and Cindy had no idea how to remove it anyway. Not without hurting Beverly. It was weird staring into eyes that were once dull brown, but now shone like sapphires. Compared to that, the more catlike dentures she now sported weren't all that strange. Her tongue, though, was a good contender. It wasn't forked, but round and so long. Experimentally she extended it, watching as inch after inch slid out of her mouth. 'God, I could eat myself out with this thing.' Cindy shivered at the thought, her now hairless slit leaking just a little more at the idea. Slowly she retracted her tongue, savoring the sensation of it sliding against her plump lips. She was so sensitive now, everywhere. Cindy nearly came just from that, but with an effort she got back to studying herself. Frowning, she tried to stand like she remembered instead of on the balls of her feet. But it didn't feel right anymore, the moment her attention wavered her heels left the wooden floor. 'Guess I won't have any trouble with heels anymore,' she thought wryly. 'Wish I could say the same for pants, or a shirt!' The obstacle for the latter was staring her in the face, her tits had grown big and then gone straight passed that to reach gigantic. None of her bras would fit anymore and all her shirts and blouses no longer covered her stomach. A few didn't even cover her boobs entirely. As for why she wasn't wearing so much as some panties, the reason for that weaved through the air behind her. A five foot long tail with a arrowhead-shape at its tip in the same color as the rest of her skin. A startling white devoid of any freckles, blemishes, or hair. But all of this was just a distraction from the real issue, the real difference. A groan from the bed drew Cindy's attention to Beverly. She'd lost track of time while she'd been examining herself and apparently, the tentacle had vanished while Cindy wasn't looking. Now, Bev was finally waking up. -------------------------------------------------- Blinking, Beverly wondered where she was for a moment. There had been a... a dream? Yes, that had to be it. 'Boy, that was a weird one. Must have gotten too much sun... Except,' she reconsidered looking at the ceiling, 'I'm in the cabin. Did Cindy bring me inside?' Using her hands Beverly started to push herself into an upright position when someone landed lightly on the bed, the person's feet just missed her thighs. For a moment, the blonde didn't recognize the alien features so close to her face. She, it was a she, was so close her breath tickled Bev's face and her eyes almost looked like they glittered with their own light. Only when she drew her head back a little and saw more of her, did Beverly finally see past all the differences. "Cindy?" she choked out. -------------------------------------------------- Cindy heard her friend, but didn't respond. She was far too absorbed with examining Beverly. The moment the blonde had woken up her essence had come to life. It was like watching the inner workings of the world's most intricate clock whirring into action. Cindy only recognized snippets of all the things her friend was showing, but the whole drew her in with its beauty. She drank it in, her earlier worries forgotten, but just appreciating it from afar felt so lacking. 'I want more!' Cindy pressed herself against Bev in an attempt to close the distance between them. The difference was noticeable right away, now she didn't just see Bev, she felt her too. Felt her inside. 'More!' -------------------------------------------------- "Urk." The fact that her best friend suddenly looked like the wet dream of a man with some freaky fetishes now took a backseat to her equally bizarre behavior. One moment Cindy was hovering above her, the next she was flush against Beverly and she wasn't wearing a stitch. Beverly was clothed, but now she was acutely aware of how much those garments didn't cover as her friend rubbed herself against the blonde like some sort of big cat. An image reinforced by the rumbling purr Cindy emitted as she threw her head back exposing sharp teeth. "Hey, cut that out." Cindy ignored her and continued rocking herself. Taking matters into her own hands, Beverly tried to push her away. After a few false starts that saw her hands slipping up against Cindy's breasts Beverly finally managed to find purchase on her friend's shoulders. First gently, but when that didn't work she put more force behind it, only to lose her grip on Cindy's slippery skin. Cinthesis All the while, Cindy merrily ignored her efforts and kept pressing herself against Beverly. Giving up on that attempt, the blonde became aware of a scent starting to fill the air. It was faint and completely nondescript, but the moment she breathed it in Beverly flushed as an excited heat filled her. Little drops of sweat started to form as her breathing deepened, taking in more of the strange scent. 'What- what's going on?' Looking past her, Beverly finally noticed a tail undulating in the air in time with Cindy's movements. Going this way and that way as her friend's smooth, hot skin slid against her own. Back and forth, back and forth. Beverly bit back a moan as her own body started to betray her. She quickly looked away. 'Okay, this has gone far enough!' Adapting a strict expression she tried to catch Cindy's eye. "Cindy, stop thimmmph!" Her admonition was cut short by a pair of lips pressing softly against hers. This time, with her mouth occupied, she could do nothing to stifle her moan and even less about the reaction of the rest of her body. Beverly's hands came up on their own and slid over the small of Cindy's back, pressing them even closer together. Their was no tongue involved in their necking, just a mutual soft massaging of lips that went on and on. Breathing through her nose, Bev's body had to fight for oxygen. Her thoughts a jumbled, incoherent mess as soggy and hot as her pussy it never occurred to her to disengage and catch her breath. She only stilled when she got a stark reminder of Cindy's new appendage. It snaked under her shirt and bra, then with a smooth motion it sliced them open exposing her upper body. Moving as abruptly as before, her friend's lips changed target and descended upon Beverly's newly exposed breast. Not that she was about to protest the move as the blonde was too busy groaning appreciatively at the attention now lavished on her tits. The strange events of that morning, her best friend's new appearance, why she was doing this, and even why Beverly herself was enjoying it. All good questions, every one of which the blonde couldn't even begin to ask right now. Or wanted to. There was only the now, the contact between her body and Cindy's the only here. The diamond hard tips of Cindy's mammaries now scratched over the heaving planes of Bev's tummy, while her friend's own stomach provided some delicious friction for her pussy through the cloth of her shorts. 'What is that smell?' The random thought came to her in the brief respite of Cindy switching between boobs. She didn't have any time to ponder the question before a fresh bolt of pleasure speared her mind helplessly to the swirling path Cindy's tongue was taking around her nipple, but an answer came to her nonetheless. It came when Cindy's tail once again slipped underneath her clothes and removed her panties and shorts with a deft movement of its tip. The air in the room was anything but cold, heated by their exertion, but was positively cool in comparison to her body. It did nothing to douse the fire licking at her pussy. Beverly's musk now freely mingled with Cindy's scent as both reached her nose. 'It's... arousal. Not Cindy's arousal, just arousal. The idea of it, the concept, the...' Her feverish thoughts spattered as Cindy's fingers slid her into bliss. Part 3 Opening one eye, Cindy rolled over still drifting on a cloud of contentment. She felt invigorated, even though judging from the stars outside it was now night. 'When did I go to sleep?' she wondered as she looked around for someone that was supposed to be there. 'And where's Bev?' A smile curved her lips as Cindy recalled the sight of her best friend. She'd thought her essence beautiful when the blonde had just woken up, but she'd been wrong. It had been a pale reflection of what was hidden beneath the clutter of worry and fear. It had been like watching a star ignite, Beverly's pleasure and bliss laving Cindy with their warmth. A shiver ran down Cinderella's spine at the memory of her friend cumming on her fingers. 'My best friend.' She stilled as more memories emerged. 'I-I've known her for eight years. We never, I never... And she fought me, she said no,' Cindy finally recalled. 'But I didn't care, I just kept... Why?' Cradling her head in her hands Cindy started to rock as the old Cindy finally awoke out of her stupor. 'I used her.' Revulsion surged as her mind went over those memories again, only to mix with a renewed sense of pleasure and lust for those same recollections. 'I enjoyed it?' a dismayed Cindy wondered. 'And why not?' An indignant voice asked. 'It was great!' 'It was wrong!' Her tail wrapped protectively around her as she curled up while contradicting thoughts kept cascading through her mind. Her head felt awful as the pressure behind her eyes built. 'I'm hideous/beautiful/terrible.' 'What did that thing/Creator do to me?' Even as she asked the question, understanding came. It had tried to make an anchor and a tool. Something that would help it establish itself in this realm. But it wasn't supposed to be like this. Even as the chaos in her mind grew, Cindy couldn't help but grin at that. She'd beat her Creator, she wasn't its. 'I don't- I want- I'm-' The grin dissolved as disparate concepts, thoughts, feelings, and ideas continued to war within her. What was she? What did she want? Her image in the mirror, posing as her hands cupped her succulent tits. So fuckable The smell of freshly cut grass as Jerry finally kissed her for the first time. Finally! Her parents smiling proudly from the crowd as she waved her diploma at them. Proud Her creator's essence filling her, burning her, consuming her. Rebirth Beverly's sweat-soaked skin in her mouth, her taste on Cindy's tongue. More Dave strained to look her in the eye as he told her he met someone. Someone better than her, even if he didn't have the guts to say so. Bastard. Don't leave me! A myriad answers kept assaulting her, barely half had something to do with her questions. "Stop it!" the raven haired bundle of misery on the bed suddenly screamed. Her brain wasn't listening and kept on bombarding her. Someone else, however, did hear her. The sound of the door opening then slamming shut did what her own voice hadn't been able to. Cindy's mind froze as she heard the rapid footfalls of someone running away on the wooden boards of the porch. It could only be one person. "Bev." "No," escaped her lips as she got up. Beverly couldn't leave her, she couldn't. 'Bev's my friend/mate/lover/best friend/roommate/slave/pet.' Her mind started up again, threatening to burst as it spouted everything Beverly was, had been, or could be to Cindy. Gritting her teeth Cindy gathered all of those disjointed fragments and squashed them together like she was making a snowball, which she then firmly pushed down so she could at last think again. "Bev's Mine." Focused on her quarry, she didn't pay any attention to the awkward construct of beliefs and feelings that now formed the foundation of her mental landscape. Didn't notice how it unrolled like a carpet to cover the formless chaos, losing a few threads in the process which fluttered away and dissolved back into the void. And as it unrolled, it made a soft sound. "Mine." But her attention was on the figure that had now reached the trail through the woods that led to the parking lot. Beverly hadn't heard her friend land or just knew better than to look back. It didn't matter. Picking up a loping sprint, she started to close the distance between them. -------------------------------------------------- Beverly couldn't help but slow down when she was finally under the cover of the trees. She knew she wasn't any safer there. But with the cabin out of sight it felt like that and she didn't want to risk twisting her ankle now anyway. So she made her way to the parking lot with care, her eyes on the path and not looking back to see if her friend was following. 'Oh God, Cindy, what happened?' A hint of redness entered her cheeks as her thoughts went back to the bed in the cabin. Her best friend, she'd... A treacherous sliver of pleasure coiled in her stomach at the memory of Cindy's insistent hands, her eager mouth. "No, I'm not like that," the blonde reminded herself readjusting the bag slung over her shoulder. Waking up next to her best friend lying on what remained of her clothes had been surreal. Even before Cindy's new appearance had registered. As soon as the situation had sunk in she'd snuck out of the bedroom, but hadn't left the cabin. Instead, she'd taken the time to put something on and gather her belongings. 'looking back, that might not have been my best idea. You got to face it, she's not herself anymore. She's, ah, something else.' Leaves rustled and branches groaned overhead, but there was no wind to speak of. Beverly froze, looking up to see what had caused it. 'A squirrel? A bird? Or?' Heart pounding in her ears the blonde started to jog again, but taken a few steps when something big sailed out of the canopy and landed light-footed on the path before her. Beverly came to a dead stop. She should be looking for a way to escape, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her. Cindy should have looked ridiculous; with her big breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips her friend now had the features of a stereotypical pornstar. The tail peeking out from behind her didn't fit that image, but it commanded little attention right now. Stretching out from her crouch, Cindy couldn't looked any more alien than she did at this moment.Illuminated by the pale moonlight that was shining down through a break in the treeline her skin gave off an unearthly glow that almost obscured the pink of her aureoles and lips, both sets of them. Her hair, all of which was on her head, was a startling contrast to her skin's paleness. It drank in the light as if it was the portal to some dark dimension. And then there were her eyes, which most definitely were glowing with some inner light. Two blue gems shining with more than intelligence and both of them were zeroed in on Beverly. "Cindy! Hey," the blonde started as she took a step back while shooting her friend a forced smile. "I'm sorry about leaving like this, but I gotta go. I'd thought about leaving a message but I really need to go. There's an emergency, at work," Beverly continued to babble walking backwards as she did so. She couldn't help but wince at what she was saying. It sounded lame even to her. Of course it did her no good, Cindy stalked forward on her tiptoes matching her step by step. "Cindy, you're scaring me." Cindy just blinked. "Don't be, I'm not going to hurt you." Her tongue darted out to wet her smiling lips. "I just can't let you leave me." Shrugging the strap of her shoulder Beverly weighed the bag, wondering how much use it would be as a weapon. Would it buy her the time she'd need to get past Cindy and reach the car? "Why?" "Because you're mine," her friend said with disturbing intensity. The blonde stopped and took a deep breath, readying herself for a fight. "Exactly, I'm your friend. I, I don't know what that thing did to you but you need help, Cindy. And I could get it." Her friend reared back at that. "Help? I'm reborn, Bev. I feel better than I've ever done, and I can see..." Her eyes roamed Beverly's form. "So much. I see you, all of you. Why would I want that to stop?" She sounded genuinely curious and a wild hope surged in Beverly's chest. 'Maybe I can talk my way out of this.' Fighting was a dicey option, Cindy had been about as fit as Beverly before. Now, her friend was sporting some serious muscles and she simply looked powerful. "Just look at yourself. Your eyes, your skin, those ridiculous breasts. You've got a freaking tail Cindy!" "What's your point?" Her hands glided down her sides, taking a short detour at her breasts to tweak her nipples. "I look fuckable. Terribly beautiful. You can't stop looking at me." Beverly's eyes snapped up. Now her own face felt like it was glowing. "I-I-I... that's not true Cindy! You have to see that something happened to you. You don't just look different, you're not acting like yourself either Cindy!" That's it, just repeat her name. Remind her of who she is. "Cindy?" She tilted her head in puzzlement. "You keep calling me that but, it doesn't sound right. I told you, I'm reborn." Her friend took a step towards her. "I'm not the old Cindy you knew, I'm... I'm more now. Call me, call me," teeth gleamed in the dark, "Call me Cin." "Cin?" She just repeated as a hollow pit opened up in her stomach. 'She's gone, she's really gone. My best friend's gone and this thing took her place.' Tears burned in her eyes. 'I'm sorry, Cindy. I'm sorry I didn't do anything.' Her hand tightened around the shoulder strap. -------------------------------------------------- Cin watched as jagged pieces of emotional debris tore at her friend's essence, carving ugly edges into her beauty. And she was pulling away, not just physically but emotionally as well. It wasn't right, Cin wanted it to stop. Her own essence answered the need as it concentrated into her eyes, growing dense before it began to hum with power. The next thing she knew a tingle spread across the orbs. They seemed to be twisting and pulsing too, changing. There was no mirror to tell her what was happening, but instinct told her this would help. Beverly noticed something too, her eyes growing wide at seeing whatever it was she was seeing. They caught the light of the moon, and something else. Another light source, blue, flickering to life in the blonde's pupils as some of that light spilled over on to her eyelids. Cin watched mesmerized as the glow of her own essence illuminated Beverly's. Pouring over it like oil over troubled water, calming it. Giving all those bad emotions the time to drift gently down to the bottom. Where they could be forgotten. A startled sound escaped the blonde as she too noticed what was happening. Her eyes fluttered as Beverly tried to close them, but she couldn't. Her head twitched in an attempt to look away, but she wouldn't. And all the while the fear sank away, leaving her calm and beautiful. Her body slumped, the bag falling from a hand that no longer had the strength to hold it. The thump of it hitting the packed dirt of the trail didn't register on Beverly. She just kept staring into Cin's essence as she stared into Bev's. It wasn't the intense resplendence of an orgasm, but a more lasting one like a well tended garden. Her breathing even and languid like a gentle summer's breeze. "This is so much better this way," Cin cooed. "You feel better this way." There might have been a minute nod or shake on Beverly's part, but her essence remained placid and undisturbed. Beverly was hers. Cin's breathing sped up as the realization settled in, temptation beckoned with glazed eyes. She was already beautiful, looking like this, but Cin wondered if she could get more. How far could she push Bev? 'Only one way to find out,' an impish thought supplied. Her labia slicked at the thought, the image. Her essence sang out. 'Yes, yes, yes.' "Undress," Cin breathed. She couldn't see everything, as she needed to keep her eyes trained on Beverly's, but from her peripheral vision she noticed the blonde's arms rise shakily. It was a reflection of something Cin could see very clearly. Her friend's essence rippled, defiance riding a wave of embarrassment that ruined the delicate beauty Cin had just instilled in her. Bev's hands balled into fists, eyes sharpened underneath eyelids that were slowly closing. "Fuck!" Cin hissed. It was a curse, but its vehemence was heartfelt and the ethereal connection between her and Beverly wasn't severed yet. The light pulsed, setting off its own ripples in her friend's mind. Two waves met and settled down, leaving undisturbed obedience behind. The defiance melted away underneath Cin's gaze like snow in the Sahara. Beverly mewled once as her jaw went slack, then her hands shot to her shirt and tore it away. There was no bra to stop Bev's hands from roughly kneading her tits while lust blazed within her. 'She took that as an order,' Cin surmized. The blonde's hands didn't stay for long, reaching down and out of sight leaving angry, red marks behind. She couldn't see, but heard the zipper followed by the sound of jeans sliding over skin. Beverly didn't bother to kick her pants away and left them pooled around her ankles while her left hand returned to mauling her boob. The other hand entered her without ceremony or foreplay, pain arcing across her essence annihilating the budding stream of arousal. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," her friend grunted the chant as she speared herself over and over while pain continued to mar her beauty. Cin hissed. 'This isn't right.' There was no illuminating beauty igniting like a star, just hunger and jagged lightning tearing into her friend's peace. 'And I can barely see anything anyway. It just doesn't give the same thrill if I can't see her body too, taste her,' she reminisced. 'Hmmm, that might work.' "Stop, hold out your hands in front of you with your wrists crossed." Beverly complied without protest, her pupils impossibly dilated trying to drink in more of the light. The lust cooled, but the pain did not go away as easily. It remained behind, upsetting the order Cin had tried to instill. "Good. Now look deep into my eyes and remember what happened this afternoon when you laid naked on the bed. Relive it," the hybrid breathed. The response was satisfactory quick and apparent, lust clouding Beverly's eyes and brightening her essence. Her body remembered now, the sensation of Cin's skin sliding over hers. A long tongue tracing a spiraling path up her breast, playfully flicking the nub crowning the top. Blood rushed through the blonde's body. With Bev's mind occupied like that, Cin took her chance. Darting forward, she broke eye-contact to crouch before her friend. At the same time her tail looped around Beverly's wrists to restrain her while Cin rested her own hands on the woman's hips. Up close, her failure was obvious. The flesh raw from Beverly's mindless attempt to obey a single word Cin had uttered in frustration. Above her, Beverly was coming back to the present. "Cindy? What...?" That was as far as she got before Cin interrupted her. "Don't worry, I'll lick it better." Not giving her a chance to respond Cin extended her tongue to catch the first drops of Bev's rekindled arousal. "Ooooh!" her friend sang above her, fanning Cin's own flames. "Cindy-Cin," she corrected herself, "please, I'm not, ah, ah, uhhh-" The raven haired seductress paid no attention to her friend's words. She kept to her task, laving the blonde's pussy with attention while her fingers softly caressed Bev's firm buttocks. Bev's hips jerked ever so slightly forward, her hands tangled themselves in Cin's long hair. They reflected her friend's conflict on what she wanted. Pulling her away, grabbing firmer, pressing her head closer. Pleasure seeped down onto her tongue, inviting her in. It wasn't thick, so the supple organ easily slid through the lubricated entrance. Her taste flooded Cin as she curled her tongue inwards, stroking Bev in places no human could have reached. With an inarticulate sound of ecstasy her friend's legs gave out and she collapsed backwards. Cin managed to catch her fall using her hands and tail, letting the blonde land safely on the packed soil without breaking off her ministrations. Beverly didn't notice, her hands now firmly pressing Cin's head into her. Moaning without a care who might hear her, bucking lewdly on the impossibly long tongue. Cinthesis The soft thatch of fur topping the blonde's pussy tickled Cin's nose. Her boobs were digging into the ground, her nipples scraping over dirt and twigs sending signals of pleasure and pain to the hybrid's brain. The sounds and scents of sex filled the air. 'We're rutting in the forest, like animals. Dirty, horny animals.' The thought was as delicious as Beverly. Cin's essence blazed with climax, shared unashamed with the blonde her mouth was still firmly attached too. Her upper lip flicked Bev's clit. "Yesssss!" her friend cried out as her juices wetted Cin's lips. Her hips lifted off the ground while her hands hit the dirt, clawed at it as she kept her balance. Her firm thighs closed around the raven haired's head. "Cin-!" Bliss erupted from Bev, Cin could sense the blonde's orgasm illuminate her essence even with her eyes closed. She extracted her tongue, but continued to nuzzle her friend's pussy as the thighs trapping Cin there relaxed again. For a few drawn out moments more, there was only this. But all too soon, the future intruded. 'She'll come down soon,' Cin considered as she brushed her lips over Bev's outer lips eliciting a delighted murmur from her friend. 'This isn't a solution. Beverly will try to leave again as soon as her head clears and then...' She saw it now. Even if she carried her friend back to the cabin now, guarded her night and day, they couldn't stay here. They'd have to go back to their lives. The chances for Beverly to leave were too many too count. 'I'm going to lose her.' 'No!' rang through her soul. 'She's Mine!' Bev needed to stay, with her. There had to be a way. 'And... there is,' it came to her. Her creator had intended her to be more than an anchor. She was supposed to be his tool too, one that could make other tools. And that capability, that instinct, was still there. Something stiff and sharp started to poke out from her tongue, the solution to her problem. Backing off a little Cin held out her tongue to see what was going on and watched as a stinger of white bone emerge from just under its tip. Like before with her eyes, Cin could feel her essence accumulate into it. A sudden movement drew her attention back to Beverly, who was looking back at her. Cin could see it in her eyes, she was about to run again. She didn't say a word, but struck. Bev yelped and pushed herself away from her friend but the stinger had already deposited its load. The deed was done. The blonde continued to scramble backwards, but Cin remained where she was and watched fascinated as the poison spread from where she'd hit Beverly. Just above her pussy, it had felt appropriate. 'But it's not poison, it's-it's... a seed. Yes, that's the word. A little piece of me, growing inside of her. And all those fine, silvery hairs spreading out are roots.' And the reason Cin could see the seed through skin and flesh was that it wasn't actually a real thing. Like herself, the seed fell between two worlds occupying a place that was neither physical nor mental. Its effects, however, were felt in both realms. -------------------------------------------------- Beverly couldn't see the seed, only the small puncture wound Cin's stinger had left behind. But she could feel it. Feel icy threads burn their way through her body, entangling her spine as they went up. Dirt clung to her profusely sweating body as she lay there helpless, sapped of her strength by whatever poison her friend had injected her with. All she could do was stare up at the trees and the stars peeking through, waiting, shivering, feeling. "Cindy, please... What did you do? What's happening?" No answer came, the forest remained quiet while the invasion continued. As Bev laid there, she started to notice something. The threads hummed. At first it was faint, easily drowned out by her own frantic heartbeat. But as the threads grew, so did the sound. From a faint buzz it swelled to a murmur, distracting Beverly from the threads encroaching on her chest. Her attention turned inward, her predicament forgotten in her fascination for the sound. 'It's not just noise,' Bev decided listening intently. 'There's rhythm there. But it's so hard to make out, I need more.' As if responding to her desire, the threads went through a growth spurt reaching her neck in half the time it should have taken them. If they were still cold, the blonde didn't notice it. The hum, now spreading outward into her own cells, consumed her senses. Beverly's eyes fluttered. "Hmmmm," she hummed along. "Ooooh." There was a definitely a melody there. She didn't just hear it, she felt it. Her whole body sang it now, from the steady beat of her heart to the buzz of her clit. And still, it felt like there was more. That she wasn't hearing everything. And she wanted to, she had to. She didn't notice the threads reaching her brains, all she heard now was the song as Bev finally realized there were words too. Not words you could speak, that you could wrap your tongue or mind around. But words they were, beautiful words that brought tears to her eyes. They made her forget her worries, her fears. They paled next to the Song, she paled. Compared to the words, what were her own thoughts but irritating interruptions of the Song? 'Nothing.' So she quieted her mind, emptied it to make more room for the Song. Her eyes rolled up as she gurgled happily. She was an empty vessel for the Song, filled with it from head to toe. And under the light of the Song, truth blossomed 'Cin's.' The Song said it, and the Song was her. 'Cin's.' Think it, believe it. 'I am Cin's.' Heat shot up and down her spine, igniting fireworks in her pussy and her head. Her body started to listen to her again so Cin's could do what she wanted to do. Her hands slid over her skin, spreading moist earth over her tummy, her flanks, and then her breasts. She was getting dirty, but that was good too. Cin would like it, Cin's was sure. So Cin's showed Her how hot and dirty she was for Cin, spreading her legs, pulling them apart. Cool air kissed her melting pussy. The Song approved. "Beverly," a wondrous voice sang out. It reminded her of something. A lesser truth. She was Cin's and she was Beverly. The Song receded to the back of her mind, leaving it clear enough to hear the source. "Tell me," She compelled after Beverly made eye-contact with Her. "Cin's," Beverly cooed. 'Cin's,' her body hummed in tune. The warm approval in Her eyes laved her. Beverly sank back into the Song. -------------------------------------------------- Turning her head up into the spray, Cin felt the water droplets land on her face making her sensitive lips tingle. The water gathered into shallow streams that cascaded down her body. They caressed her voluminous tits, slid over her flat tummy, before they mingled with her juices. And Beverly was eagerly lapping up the mixture. Unable to resist temptation, Cin looked down to watch her friend at work. The delight Bev took in her task was obvious. Her eyes, her essence, shone brilliantly with it. The hand busily at work between the blonde's own legs was a nice indicator as well. 'I bet she won't mind an extra "hand",' came the impish thought. Not bothering to warn her, Cin elongated her tail a tad while rolling up the tip so it would fit easier. She first gave her Mark the slightest of caresses, Bev's eyes rolling up as bliss rolled from the silver symbol in waves. It marked the spot where Cin had stung her back in the woods. At some point between that and their return to the cabin some of her essence had leaked out to form a silver symbol in Bev's skin. Cin recognized the language as being from the other place. A simplified glyph that roughly translated as "Mine". 'And she is,' came the happy thought. Her tail crept further down, slipping past Bev's fingers to slide into her slick sex with little resistance. The raven haired hybrid felt Bev's muscles contract around her tail, pulling it deeper. Her friend's eyes glazed over as the tail's arrowhead-shaped tip uncurled inside her, gently stroking her in time with the blonde's tongue. Twisting her nipples, Cin orgasmed and tugged Beverly over the edge with her. "Ah, fuck! Yes!" The blonde's cries were just as loud, but muffled by Cin's sex. Breathing heavily, Cin slowly extracted her tail. 'Hmmm, what about another round?' Beverly shivered, still kneeling on the tiles looking up into her eyes. 'On second thought, better not. The water's cold, and while I'm not affected Beverly is.' "That was great, Bev." Her friend beamed at that, her right hand tentatively slid up Cin's thigh in a silent invitation. Cin shook her head. "No, I think we should get you dried off and warmed up. So stand up and get us some towels," she ordered as her tail turned off the water. "Thanks," the blonde said before rising up and stepping out of the shower to get them those towels. "And I'm not talking about shutting off the cold shower," her friend told her as Cin followed her out. "If it weren't for you, I'd be on my way home right now instead of here." "I want you to be happy." "And I am," Bev confirmed holding up a towel that she proceeded to use on Cin. "I'm happy, satisfied, and already hot for you again." Her breath hitched at that, the towel continuing to rub Cin's butt even after it was dry. "You turned me into a total lesbo," she breathed. The blonde sounded eager. Taking Bev's hands in her own, she pulled them around so that the towel now covered her stomach. The rest of her friend closed what little distance had been between them, her soft tits pressing against Cin's back while her hot pussy undid the work Bev had done drying that spot off. "You'll find that your preference is a lot more specific than that," Cin whispered looking in the mirror to meet her friend's gaze. Her hands led Bev's up her body, the soft towel rubbing the hard nubs capping her breasts. "This is what you want." "Yes," Bev agreed wholeheartedly. Her eyes roamed over Cin's form while her hands slowly dried off the hybrid's impressive assets. Beverly's head started to dip so she could nuzzle her back when a frown stopped her. "Uhm, Cin, what about when we go home. People will notice you... and what about me, I live in another part of town. There might be days where I won't see you!" Genuine panic grated at Cin's senses, apparently too much for her seed to sooth. So she gave it a hand. "Shhh, it's alright." She patted her friend's thigh. "Everything's going to be fine." Looking herself over in the mirror, she had to admit Beverly had a point. 'I can't go to the supermarket or my job looking like this. I need to look more like my old self.' Once again, her body responded to her desire. Cin saw and felt it ripple, her tail wounding itself around her left leg before melting into it. Her chest deflated, though her breasts were still more substantial than they'd been a few days ago, and her heels lowered themselves to the floor. Her feet, sporting five toes again, felt more comfortable that way. Looking back from the mirror was a human woman with long, pitch-black hair, the only thing left over from her true form. The rest looked like an idealized version of Cinderella Mason, but a recognizable one. "See," she told Bev after turning around, "problem solved. And as for you," Cin went on with her hands taking a firm hold of the blonde's butt. "You aren't leaving me," the raven-haired woman promised before sealing it with a hungry kiss. "You're mine," Cin whispered.