Cephalon's Champion Ch. 02

"Are you sure you're okay with this? You just went through a traumatizing event, I don't know if you should be making life altering decisions right now."

She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't you want me?"

I sat down next to her and swung my arm around her shoulder, my tails took the opportunity to rub soothing circles across her back.

"Of course I want you. I just want what's best for you. Also, it would wound me if you later came to regret making this decision."

I could feel her heart pounding under her skin as she sat there motionless. After just enough time that I started to get nervous, she spoke.

"I was trapped... I was trapped long before I met the man you saved me from. For three years, life's backed me into a corner such that there was only one way I could see to survive. I've done shameful things just to take one more breath of this merciless air. To see one more sunrise. To listen to the quiet music of a rainfall. I've scrubbed my skin raw countless times, trying to erase phantom sensations. Once, I starved myself for three days, unwilling to 'earn' my next meal. Now you come to me and you ask me if I'm 'okay with this'? I've been waiting for something like this for so long I'd lost the ability to hope for it. If you're willing to take someone like me I'm not going to give you any chance to change your mind." Her voice broke a couple times as she spoke and by the time she was done, tears were streaming down both our faces.

"Please take me away from here. Give me a new life and I will give you my everything." I could feel the gentle burning of the serum developing at the point where my tails met my back.

"I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again." I leaned forward and captured her lips in a blistering kiss. After it ended, I pulled her up and set her into my lap, pulling her head into the crook of my shoulder. Soporifics oozed from my skin directly into her sinuses and she relaxed into my embrace, curling around me like a stoned octopus. Her hands played with the ridges of my traps, slowly riding the waves with her fingertips. Tasting her skin, my tongue licked a line from her shoulder to her earlobe. A gentle purr slipped from the depths of my chest, rumbling both of our bodies with a pleasant tremor. Parting her weeping pussy, my fingers elicited a groan as she gently rocked against my chest, her nipples dragging along the swell of my own breasts. Her breath caught for a second and I couldn't resist leaning in a taking a gentle nip of her neck, my fangs just barely slicing through her skin allowing a few drops of her blood to slide across my tongue. She tasted of dark chocolate with a hint of oranges that lingered on my tongue. My heart slowed and my muscles swelled in anticipation as my entire body geared up for Jennifer's conversion. Without warning my tails reared back and stabbed forward, sinking effortlessly into her flesh, one on either side of her belly button.

"Ungh!" Jennifer's sharp cry jolted her out of her haze for a second before the soporifics redoubled, overwhelming her with an onslaught of relaxed arousal.

A quick clench later and the serum rushed through my internal tubing and into her core. As fast as they'd struck my tails retreated from her stomach to wrap around her legs in makeshift restraints. My hand worked slipped over her pussy as the other massaged away the lingering soreness while also spreading the fluid deeper into her flesh and veins.

"It's hot. I'm so hot," Jennifer panted at the same time I saw dual pools of crimson bloom on her stomach. Her stomach muscles seized once... twice ... three times. With each clench the muscles stood prouder, straining her flesh in well defined grids as they developed. Like waves spreading on a pond the process repeated itself across her body as she transformed from a soft woman into a creature of strength and power.

A monster in my own image.

I released her pussy after it flooded around my fingers, the foreign sensations overloading her flesh as her orgasm briefly overcame the transformation in the forefront of her brain. It was only now that I was able to relinquish all my reservations and trust Jennifer's words. Tears leaked from her cheeks as her bones lattice structure lengthened while also doubling in density. I licked the salty morsels from her cheek and smiled at her reassuringly as the pain slowly dissolved into a pleasant ache. Her eyes didn't turn black like my own as the entire orb transmuted into a solid brilliant blue shade. I was entranced, not by the color though it was strikingly beautiful, I was entranced by the trust I saw there. She had complete and utter faith that I would care for her and that she'd come out the other side better.

An empty jar in my soul pinged as a metaphysical substance I'd never felt before dripped into the vessel. My hunger surged at the first taste of the satiating fluid and I clutched at Jennifer, unconsciously attempting to ease the painful ache. She slid her hand up my thighs, seeking to distract me from my discomfort even in the face of her own life altering experience. A wave of something greater than lust swept through my body and I felt my mons plump as the blood rushed there. She teased me just long enough for my pussy to wet, allowing her fingers to slide effortlessly inside.

"Yessssss," I cried out as she started to slowly pump her hand. One of my tails wrapped around her wrist, encircling her forearm all the way up to her elbow, removing any possibility of her stopping. She laughed breathlessly at my antics as I rocked my hips along with her thrusts. Her dancing breasts and stomach drew my eye and what I saw instantaneously pulled me out of the sexy times. Skeletally emaciated, her ribs stood stark on her torso as her body burned through any stores of fat to fuel her transformation. Fortunately, my body new just what to do to remedy the situation as my breast plumped, suddenly achingly full of nutritional fluid. Unfortunately, I didn't have the breath or brainpower to convey to Jennifer exactly what I wanted.

"Milk... you... need... have... Oooohhh... hungry."

"Don't worry. I've got what you need," she said, redoubling her thrusts and angling her fingers so she gently scratched where she had been stroking. Growling in a mixture of frustration and lust, I heaved her onto her back. She let out an adorable eek as she tumbled onto the bed. Seeing as I already had one hand restrained, I mirrored the positioning onto her other hand and used my tails to drag til her fingertips were touching the headboard. Blue eyes flashed with confusion as I crawled over her, heavy breasts swaying as my pussy dripped its unfinished arousal onto her crimson thighs. After I'd positioned myself correctly I pulled on an aching nipple placing it between those plump lips and commanded her to drink. A drop of milk had already escaped containment, so right as she latched a taste of the delightful ambrosia was waiting for her. Eyes wide, her cheeks expanded like bellows as she sucked down mouthful after mouthful of milk, challenging my body's ability to create the stuff. I encouraged her with soft coo's as the pleasurable relief swam through my breast, all the while the empty space in my soul was filling. Strong fingers massaged her back as I worked away any tension I detected. I'd almost reduced her to a boneless mass of jelly when I felt an odd knot work its way up next to her spine. The confusion turned to realization as I felt the protrusion elongate and wriggle under her skin like a snake under a blanket. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned around my nipple as her new tail strained against the flimsy skin cover holding it back. Flexing a finger I slid a talon along the taut flesh of her back. Her white skin parted like wet newspaper as it revealed damp crimson skin and a stretching tail that danced about in front of my eyes. My hunting instincts kicked into to gear as the tail wavered, teasing me like a cat's toy, daring me to grab it. Snatching it out of the air was a cinch. Jennifer gave a sharp cry, her lips tugging on my nipple as her head swung back send a jolt of pleasure through my breast.

Hmmm, I thought as I idly rubbed my thumb roughly on the tip of her sensitive tail, each stroke causing her body to jerk as she bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure.

"That's... In all my years..." Each time she tried to talk I rubbed harder, rendering her speechless until she gave up, devolving into a series of unintelligible moans.

She looks a lot like me... I wonder... Without forethought I sank one of my fangs into the tip of her tail, testing to see if she had a needle tip.

She did not. What I did find was a bundle of very sensitive nerves that sparked like a christmas tree with faulty wiring as I pushed her into yet another orgasm. After she came to her senses she attacked my other nipple like a wild beast, ravaging the tip with a fangs of her own. The pain was almost too much to bear until I felt a sensation I wasn't exactly familiar with. An icy balm ran through my breast like a cool breeze as the pain faded.

She inject me with something! ... I'm so proud.

A feral grin covered my face as her rough groping of my breasts, presumably to encourage more milk flow, pushed me into the white emptiness of an orgasm. My stroking of her pussy stopped as I languished in the satisfaction of my release.

This did not please Jennifer. Not at all.

The nails on her fingers were black but not pointed like my own as she pulled my hand against her feverish quim trying to get me to resume my invasion of her sensitive sex. I had another idea. With two fingers on both sides of her puffy mons I spread her lips, revealing a pulsing pink tunnel that clenched over a nonexistent penetrator. First I twisted my tails together into a single corkscrew, which i then drilled into her pussy. Sometimes I spun my tails so the smoothly slid into Jennifer, like a bolt into a nut. Other times I ripped them out of her, forcing her pussy to feel every single bump and valley as they thrust and retreated. It didn't take long for her shudder and cry out in ecstasy as she released for the final time, exhaustion overwhelming as she flopped into a boneless torpor, her eyes unfocused still conscious but nobody was really home.

The trickle of fluid that was sating my hunger increased to a steady flow. Muscles I hadn't realized I was clenching relaxed as my body took its nourishment from whatever Jennifer was providing. I noticed her ears had shifted to the top of her head, little feline points that twitched as I blew on them. She was me-lite and she's precious to me, this sad woman who'd fearlessly offered everything to help me out. I idly trailed my fingers through the short damp curls that protected her pussy, watching as the red coloration that'd completely covered her torsos began to spread downward.

"Ata, now that I'm getting whatever it is she's providing me, can you explain what's going on?" I whispered as I scooted back on the bed, pulling Jennifer with me till we were both lying comfortably on the bed.

"I'll try, but father's always been better at this sort of thing than I am. So, imagine you're a watermelon, filled with delicious red fruit."

"Okay..."

"The red fruit is your mana and it is the fuel you use to move around and change people and do everything."

"I'm with you so far."

"Now mana is the distilled essence of faith, refined into a usable form by a priest to be used by a god."

"Annnd you lost me."

"Hmmmm. So you're a watermelon and as you move you use up red stuff. Eventually you run out of red stuff, and that's a bad thing, so you need a way to refill the tank."

"Through a priest?"

"Right! So what the priest does is they take the ambient red stuff floating around and they collect it and purify it and then funnel it to you into a form you won't reject. They provide a way through your instinctive green shell that protects you from the ambient aether."

I took a moment to digest this.

"What happens if there's no... faith was it?"

"That leads to dematerialization, a very bad thing. But that only happens to gods who give up and go into self imposed exile until their constituents forget them entirely. Normal gods seek to increase their number of worshippers. The more people have faith in you the more mana you'll have to draw on and the more you'll be able to do."

"Like breath fire and fly?"

"Sounds too dragon-y for me, those stuck up pricks..." she grumbled. "The basic concept is sound. Though, the farther you stray from how people believe you to be the more mana you'll have to use to take the action."

"Does it harm the priests at all?"

"I've never heard of that happening. Although there were some rumours about this patriarchal son-of-a-bitch that really had problems with women awhile ago who got a little too big for his britches and called on his priests to do some nasty things. Some of the more justice oriented goddesses took offense to this and cut the problem down to size, starting with the priesthood. If you ask me they had it coming though. There was also this goddess, she'd take her priests and dress them up this shiny material and then-"

"That's enough on that subject." I said not in any hurry to examine exactly where that conversation road lead. "So, where do I go from here?"

"Whatever you want to sister. The world is your oyster, and it's yours to f-shuck."

"I think it's pronounced shuck. You're awfully fixated on sexual things for a creature made out of rock and gemstones."

"You would be too if the only way you could get your rocks off was through someone else. I'll take as many willing partners as I can beg, borrow, or steal."

"Any girl would be lucky to have you." It was strange but I could almost swear I felt her blush. "So where do you fit on the whole watermelon scale? Do you have a gaggle of priests or priestesses squirreled away somewhere?"

"Ummm no. I'm a vestment. Which would be something like a suit of armor you put on the watermelon to..." She trailed off. "It's not a perfect metaphor, I'll admit it." she said somewhat embarrassed.

"No. You're doing great. I think it's really cute, and I appreciate you doing this for me."

"Thanks. So vestments are like tools that god's can use when they go into battle. Normal swords and armor tend to do things like melt and shatter when they run into things like lightning bolts or magma. I draw on your mana pool and use my willpower and essence to do things with it that you'd struggle to do on your own."

"Like fly or go invisible or something."

"You're pretty fixated on the flying thing aren't you?"

"Duh. Flying is the ultimate expression of freedom, and I'm now living in a world where that capability is a true possibility."

"Sadly, I cannot make you fly. What I can do is strengthen and toughen your already stunning body as well as fiddle with your emotions to make you more effective in battle."

"That sounds a little skeevy. You're not gonna turn me into an exhibitionist or something are you?" I teased. "Gasp! You already have. Unhand me you foul temptress," I said waving the gauntlet around in a fake attempt to shake it off.

"No, it's not like that. I can use it to quell fear or enhance aggression. It can also be used as a pretty cool party trick for more... intimate occasions," she said with a sultry lilt.

"That's neat. Can you show me a bit? Give me a little taste test just so you know how it feels."

"Uhhh... Sure." She seemed pretty hesitant and I thought maybe I'd overstepped somehow and made her uncomfortable.

"If you don't want to you don't have to. I didn't mean to push."

"No it's fine it's just... Well you'll see soon enough."

A slow throb of arousal built in my sex. It started small but with each pulse grew bigger, a resonant frequency cumulating with each throb. As I focused on it I could distinguish the foreign feelings from my own but it was a near seamless thing. Ata inserted the sensations so subtly it amazed me, awed by her wraith-like moulding of my emotions. A thought tickled the back of my brain as I fought the urge to masturbate.

I've felt this before... Last night in fact.

"You manipulated me last night," I said in a guarded tone.

"I'm... not sorry. I was so lonely and you were so beautiful and hurting. Wanting you ripped away my senses and... I took something that should have been your's to give," her regret was clear as she spoke around a throatful of broken glass.

"I'm not mad," I said, although I may not have looked it, sitting there talking to myself and gently petting my gauntlet shaped girl.

"Oh... I love you sister."

"Love you too. Last night was a lot of fun for me. I'd never felt anything like that before. You made me feel... cherished, and loved. That's not something I'm used to in my life."

"We're good together, and I have an inkling our bond will only grow

stronger with time. Although I feel Destiny's bullshit threads wrapped around you and I, the thought of her having her spindly little hand's on you makes me want to pluck out all four of her eyes and spread them to the four corners of the earth." Just as Ata was gearing up for a good tirade against Destiny, which I thought was a little foolish considering all the rumors that existed about such people from my home world, Jennifer began to stir in my lap.

"Hey, sweetie. Did you have a nice nap?"

She blinked the confusion out of her eyes before closing them slowly and snuggling deeper into my arms, her head wedged under my breasts.

"Just let her be for a moment. She's half afraid this is a dream that could shatter any second and she wants it to last as long as possible."

So we sat there. Me gently running my fingers through her locks as she purred into my stomach. I lost myself in the quiet moment, my focus drifting inward, lazily maneuvering toward the spot in my soul where Ata'd snuck in and currently spoke to me from. I was surprised to see two additional glowing lights, nestled under an umbrella I recognized as Ata. She was the falling willow of citrine the embraced and guarded a tiny ball of emerald that seemed to wink at me with a flicker. The other light was a brilliant blue, the same blue that currently covered Jennifer's eyes. Reaching out a metaphysical finger I poked at the green ball first. It flattened away from me, and I worried might've scared whatever it was as it thinned into an elongated tube. Spreading my fingers to retreat, hopefully without frightening it any further, I was startled as the tube darted through my fingers. I was charmed as the snake used my hand as a makeshift obstacle course, bobbing and weaving with impressive speed. The thing was actually a little adorable, with a tiny head and overly large eyes. Finishing its circuit the little reptile ended up wound around my pointer finger, it's toothless mouth gumming the tip, a miniature suction cup that tickled. Giggling, I pulled my finger back and the serpent disengaged giving me a little wave before coiling up into a ball, its light dimming a little.

Turning my attention to the other ball of light, I extended a finger, watching closely for a reaction. It buzzed a little as my finger closed in but there was no visible response. As I looked closer, however, the shape began to waver and features formed on the previously simple ball. A curled up humanoid figure, her knees clutched to her chest under her arms, lay sleeping underneath Ata's cover. The buzzing was her snoring purrs as she slept. Her arms reached out and clutched my finger, pulling her tiny form until her legs and arms could wrap around my digit. Her light visibly brightened and I felt a surge of mana flow into me with a little rush. I watched her for a bit before I released my internal focus and returned to Ata's curled up form, unconsciously mimicking her spirits motions. I heard a quiet creak of a door being cautiously opened and Selena's head peeked out from around the entrance to the room. Without displacing Jennifer, I gave Selena a wave and motioned her to come in. She looked uncomfortable as she crossed the space between us but there was a spectre of wistful longing the I noticed lurking behind her eyes.