The Cabin Ch. 04

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just heading out to hang out with a friend." She explained, looking away and, finally, opening the door. It was almost funny how flustered she was about this, considering her intentions for the future. Blair stepped outside without waiting for Ashley's response, walking to her truck by the time she spoke.

"Alright, stay safe, okay? You know when to be back right?" Ashley asked, stepping outside as well. She faintly saw Blair nod her head. Worry flittered through her mind. Her daughter had always been something of an introvert, but, ever since she and Riley went their separate ways, she had become even worse. Ashley could only faintly remember the last time Blair had a friend over or vice versa. She smiled as her daughter pulled out of the driveway; maybe this will be good for her.

Once she was driving, Blair breathed a deep sigh of relief. The almost roaring of the engine, mixed with the low vibration in her seat, served to calm her down. Even before her massive transformation, she had always been easily flustered by things such as these. Whenever she did something bad as a kid, she would avoid her parents like she had leprosy in case they found out about it, or if she had searched up pornography on the computer without their knowledge. The key difference here being that she was worried about what she might do to them, rather than what they might do to her.

Blair knew the way to Teresa's home fairly well. She had never been there, however it was in a similar direction to her cabin, and wasn't too far away. A part of her was tempted to see if she could stay there for a while, at least a week. Or until she had a grip on her body's full capabilities. But she knew that her parents wouldn't allow it. They worried too much sometimes, hence the fairly strict curfew despite her age.

It wasn't long until, she found the house. It wasn't obvious, blending into the other houses nearby with its generic white paintjob. Like the others, it was two story house, probably four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Blair wasn't interested in architecture, but she had a fairly good eye for houses. From what her father told her, her parents had chosen their current house, which they bought not long after she was born, because she was smiling and laughing the whole time they were looking around. Too bad her judgement of homes didn't also apply to her judge of character.

She parked outside of the home. There was a white picket fence out front, framing a front yard that practically oozed vibrancy, with a wide array of flowers. Blair noticed a patch of roses nearby, the flowers in bloom and clearly healthy. Alice must look after her home very well, she noted as she walked up the path. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until then, but she didn't know what Teresa's parents did for a living. She had the impression that her father wasn't around, given the dependency on her mother, but that didn't answer the question of what Alice did for a living to support her house. Blair didn't dwell on it too long, knowing she would find out soon enough.

Before she was within arm's reach of the door, she stopped. A thought crossed her mind, one that she couldn't ignore. Given the number of flowers about, she knew that her own scent would be overpowered by them. Her cock was already reacting to her earlier thought, a drop of moisture beading at its tip and her vines were loose around it. Deciding it would be an interesting move on her part, Blair walked over to the roses and looked around to ascertain if anyone was watching. Assured of her privacy, she reached into her pants and got the moisture on her finger, before rubbing it on the flower bud.

So as not to draw any attention to herself, she sniffed the flowers. Their scent was lovely, truly it was, but she was certain her own musk was better. She stood and headed back to the house. Behind her, the drops of her amber pre was absorbed into the roses, their aroma altering to resemble hers. Blair knocked on the door, patiently waiting as she heard the sounds of what could only be a rushed hostess coming to greet their guest. Only a few seconds later, the door was opened to reveal Alice. Her appearance was somewhat dishevelled.

Her hair wasn't as neatly brushed as it had been earlier. Stray locks of it hung in front of her face, and strands of it stuck out from her hurried ponytail. Blair's nostrils flared as she caught the scent of what could only be a group of cookies slowly baking in the oven. There was something else beneath it, but the smell of delicious cookies overwhelmed. All Blair could tell was that it was a tangy scent underlying the aromatic food.

"Hi, Blair. Sorry I'm such a mess, I was rushing about grabbing ingredients and all that." Alice explained herself, stepping aside and waving Blair inside. The futanari grinned to her and entered.

"No worries, you look great. And those cookies smell delicious." She complimented. Alice grinned back at her, a faint blush creeping onto her face.

"Thanks, Blair. Um, Teresa's up in her room. Do you want me to call her down?" She asked, moving back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the baking cookies. She had been spurred to make them upon returning home, though she wasn't entirely sure as to why. A part of her felt that it was because she wanted to impress Blair, but another, more logical part, said that it was because Teresa loved them. Alice smiled to herself, remembering the days when she and her daughter would bake together.

"No, thank you. She's had a tough day after all," Blair told her, "Is she upstairs?" She asked, though she was certain she could smell Teresa's scent if she focused for any period of time. Alice nodded her head.

"Yeah, first door on your right. Well, you can't really miss it." She said, intriguing Blair, who began walking upstairs. Alice hadn't told a single lie, she thought with a small grin. Teresa's door was easily seen, with strips of black tape across it, reading 'crime scene: stay out' or 'devil inside... turn back now'. It made her grin to see that.

Drawings of a gothic castle and even what looked to be original character designs adorned the door as well. Blair's eyebrows raised at the sight, having never known that Teresa was such a great artist. She didn't feel she was exaggerating as she studied one of the castles. It looked perfect for Dracula or Frankenstein or both, with lightning drawn wonderfully around it, a moon hanging high above the fortress and illuminating the clouds around it. The image oozed atmosphere, like it came from an old Castlevania game.

The characters were drawn in a variety of styles. From photo-realistic, where every feature was drawn to near perfection – particularly the eyes – to exaggerated Anime styles. The eyes were always the most captivating point of each drawing. It was like they had a soul all of their own, baring to the world that viewed them. Teresa had a future as an artist, Blair thought, that was a certainty. As she opened the door, she told herself that she wouldn't take that career away from the goth.

"Blair?!" Teresa said in surprise when the door opened. She was on her bed, under the covers, and her hands holding it up. Blair couldn't help but smirk at the sight, knowing full well that that goth was naked and had been doing something rather naughty.

"Hi there," She said in greeting, walking in and closing the door, "I like your drawings by the way. You're really good." The goth blushed at this, her pale cheeks, already flushed with embarrassment, turned a deeper red at the compliment.

"Thanks, it's the only thing I like to do really." She explained, glancing to her desk where a sketch book laid open, pencils and sharpener shavings strewn around it. Curious, Blair walked over to it, though not before looking to Teresa for permission. She nodded and the futanari stood over the book, her eyes widening at what she saw. It was herself, that much was obvious. Not because the face was just like hers, and drawn from memory she reminded herself, but primarily the inhuman endowments that dominated the drawings chest and crotch. For a moment, Blair thought Teresa had exaggerated them, but then she recalled just how insane her breasts and cock really were.

"Amazing." She said under her breath. She studied the picture closer, seeing an array of smaller details across the image. The subtle veins on her cock, the vines waving about in search of something, and even the muscles across each of those lithe appendages were visible if you looked close enough, "How long have you been drawing this?" She asked. The level of detail would lead her to believe that Teresa had started drawing it days or weeks ago, but the goth had no idea about what she had become before that day.

"I started just after lunch." Teresa said with no small amount of pride.

"No way, you work fast." Blair said in amazement.

"That was the fastest I've ever drawn. Usually it takes me a lot longer, like I have to remember these little details and all that, but you were so vivid in my mind. It felt like my hand was moving on its own." She explained, recalling the experience. As Blair looked it over more and more, she noticed small parts were missing or unfinished; a line here or there was out of place, or a few minor details that needed touching up on. Teresa noticed that, "I had to stop a little while ago." She said, blushing fiercely again.

"And why is that?" Blair asked, not that she needed to. Anyone could tell what the teenaged goth was doing under those covers. It didn't hurt that Blair could actually smell Teresa's musky juices. The scent seemed even stronger than earlier, when she had been so close to her and had those fluids flowing like a river. In the back of Blair's mind, she vaguely recognised her own scent mixed into Teresa's. The goth said nothing, looking down and blushing an even darker red.

Blair walked back to her. Teresa watched her with wide, anticipatory eyes. The futanari crawled onto the bed, her long legs clad in her baggy jeans that kept her cock and balls from the prying eyes of the outside world, and straddled the lightly covered teen. They looked each other in the eyes; Teresa's full of anxious desire and Blair's with blazing lust. Blair lowered herself down, pressing her egregiously endowed body against the smaller girl's.

To her surprise, she could feel that Teresa didn't seem as small as before. She leaned back, raising herself on her lower legs as she pulled the covers away from the goth's body. Despite having bared it for Blair to see before, her cheeks still felt hot as those lustful eyes roamed across her naked form. The futanari could clearly see that her lover's body had changed, if minimally.

"You know something, Teresa?" The goth looked at her in confusion, "I think you're gonna be a bombshell soon enough." She finished. Before Teresa could question her, Blair leaned down and kissed her deeply. It wasn't long before the futanari's cock began to swell in her pants, the borrowed clothes straining around the appendage. Surprisingly, Teresa was the one to end the kiss. She pulled back, panting heavily and her eyes wide with unmitigated need. Blair had an eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Can I," She gulped loudly, "Can I suck your cock again? Please?" She asked, sounding as needy as possible. The taste had stayed with her throughout the day, her memory of it resurging whenever it began to fade from her mind. Blair grinned and kissed her again.

"Of course, on one condition," She said, smirking at the near desperate look in Teresa's eyes, "You swallow all of it. Not a drop is to escape your lips, got it? Can't risk the mess." She explained, though the last part was mostly a lie. Blair wasn't all too worried about making a mess, knowing that Alice would only be further aroused by it and, even if she didn't know it consciously, would want to see Blair even more. However, she didn't want to see Alice begging for release too soon.

Teresa's eyes lit up at the condition. Her tongue ran over her lips in longing.

"That won't be a problem. Can I ask one more thing?" She asked, though it was obvious she struggled to keep her thoughts on track. Blair's eyebrow raised once more and she nodded her assent, "Can you fuck just my pussy this time?"

"Why is that?" She asked, curious.

"I want to swell bigger than before and, I think it'll work better if you're all inside my womb." It surprised her how steady her words came out, considering the near overwhelming lust she felt burning within her. Blair smirked at the request.

"And what if I want to fuck your entire body?" Blair asked in reply, bringing a hand to Teresa's breasts, "What if I want to shove a vine or two in here?" She pinched the nipples lightly and gently flicked them as they engorged to meet her touch. Teresa moaned low at the touch, "Or," She began moving her hands to the goths back and ran them down lower until she gripped her shapely rear, "What if I want to fuck you here?" Her fingers dipped between the crack of her cheeks and ran over the puckered rosebud.

Teresa's moans seemed to echo through the room. Her lower body relaxed under Blair's touch, the tips of her fingers ever so lightly pressing into her needy rear.

"Well?"

"Whatever you want, Mistress." Teresa moaned, her voice filled with submissive lust. Blair smirked at this and kissed her docile lover once more, planting one on her lips and moving down from there. Her lips pressed against the goth's cheek, then the top of her neck and trailing down her sensitive skin, to her collar and then her breasts. Teresa, despite returning to her submissive state of mind, couldn't the words that escaped her lips.

"More... please, more." She begged in between her groans of desire, her hips rising from the bed in an effort to tempt Blair. The futanari grinned as she kissed the goth's hard nipple, taking it into her mouth and suckling on it like an infant would its mother's teat. Teresa gasped sharply at the sensation, her hands twitching in a desire to hold Blair's head and press it against her breast, but they held still like the obedient teen she was. Blair pulled back and looked her in the eye.

"Not yet, I have a request to fulfil after all." She said and pulled away, sitting up straight on her knees and undoing the belt of her jeans. Teresa watched her, wanting nothing more than to tear open those pants and free the monstrous cock she was so enamoured with. She remained still however, instead undressing her dominant lover with her eyes. Blair took her time pulling her pants down, wanting nothing more than to tease her first, of many, lovers. Eventually, the sight of her vine encased cock came into view.

Downstairs, Alice had pulled the cookies from the oven. She was proud of how they turned out, particularly since it had been so long since she'd last made them, years in fact. The aroma wafted around the kitchen, intoxicating in its own right. But it doesn't smell as good as her. The thought came unbidden, shocking Alice. Her? Who was her? She wondered to herself, though she already knew who she meant.

Something must be wrong with me, she thought to herself. After plating the cookies and setting them on the table in case Teresa came down, she decided fresh air would do her some good. She hadn't watered the roses yet, she remembered and went about filling her watering can. Outside she breathed in the air, smiling as her head cleared up some. Just what I needed, she told herself.

The sun was only just beginning to set. Its slow descent since lunch now showing properly as it began to dip behind the trees in the distance, shadows beginning to lengthen. The weather was pleasantly warm, rather than the blistering heat often felt during summer, the perfect time to tend to her flowers. Alice had taken up the hobby not long after moving into the house, finding that the front yard seemed a bit lacking, having only the vibrant grass and white fence as colour. Now, she had daisies, daffodils, roses and a plethora of others. She was proud of them.

Alice was glad to have moved to this town. It was quiet and peaceful, but fun at the same time with friendly neighbours who were willing to offer help when it was needed, or simply to have a small chat to and pass the time with a glass of wine. Teresa liked it well enough, though she didn't go out much and thus hadn't interacted with the neighbours. Even so, as long as she was happy and safe, that was what mattered. Alice once again breathed in the fresh air and headed over to her roses.

They were as healthy as ever. She didn't how she did it, but all of the plant life around her house seemed almost unnaturally healthy, even after she had neglected them for a few days due to work. There was no obvious reason as to why, since Alice hadn't tended to a garden of her own before, as such she assumed it was just good soil. As she came to her roses, she leaned down to breath in their lovely scent. An unconscious sigh left her mouth as she exhaled.

The aroma was different. She could tell that much, but it was unbelievably delightful all the same, to the point that she simply wanted to stand there and breathe it in. Lungful after lungful if she could, but she had come out here with a job in mind. Bringing herself under control, she began watering them. To her surprise, the wonderfully sweet aroma became stronger as she did so, as if to say 'thank you' for the water. Wanting nothing more than to stay there and breathe it in, Alice sat on the ground and let her eyes close. Her mind began to wander as she rested there.

Blair watched Teresa's expression as she gradually pulled her cock free of her pants. The goth's eyes were locked on it, her mouth going dry and her lips parting in longing. Why did Blair have to torture like this? She thought, her hands twitching and tensing in their desire to take hold of it.

"Please..." She moaned somehow managing to move her eyes away from the phallus she coveted and to Blair's eyes, pleading with her own. The futanari seemed pleased by the look on her face, as she, finally, freed her cock for Teresa's famished eyes to take in. The vines began to peel back, the long appendages moving to tease her further. They caressed her arms, coiled around her breasts to tease her hard nipples, and in a repeat of their earlier actions, they playfully harassed her engorged labia. They never entered her however.

Despite being teased all over her body, her attention was firmly focused on the monolithic phallus before her. Blair smirked down at her, certain of her superiority in every way as her cock loomed over the goth with a bead of her viscous pre-cum at the tip. Teresa licked her lips longingly, eyeing that one drop like she had been wandering through a desert without water. Blair saw this and moved her hips forward slightly, the head of her prick swaying slightly and causing Teresa's eyes following it. She almost resembled a cat waiting to pounce on a laser pointer.

When it was barely an inch from the goth's waiting face she couldn't handle it any longer. Forsaking her position, Teresa opened her mouth and took the head in, sucking on the tip to draw out that delicious fluid. Fortunately, Blair approved of her actions and even pushed forward a little further to force the thick head of her cock inside, moaning lightly as Teresa's tongue lapped at the leaking peak. She gulped the thick liquid down as fast as Blair produced it, her amber pre quickly filing Teresa's stomach.

Blair placed her hands on the goth's cheeks. Her vines were working autonomously, giving the sucking girl only small samples of the pleasure she wanted, bringing the wet heat between her thighs to the brink, but never letting her go further than that. Teresa looked up at her mistress, adoring and submissive, the perfect combination in Blair's eyes.