chronoSprockets

  Sexual assault, partial identity death/mental changes, gaslighting, oral sex

  [colpse]

  The first thing I notice upon waking up is how light my head feels. The second thing I notice is that I'm in bed and not on the floor. I lift my head up from my pillow and grunt, when I open my eyes I see that my bed is properly made up and my duvet is draped over me fully.

  It feels very comfortable. I put my light head back onto my pillow and curl into the duvet happily.

  Wait, I shouldn't be happy. Wasn't I meant to be mad at Serafine for something?

  Yeah. Serafine. My pretty transgender roommate. I'm mad at her. The question is... for what?

  Why am I mad at Serafine again?

  I begin to rack my brain for answers but find no easy reasons. Maybe it's because she's so secretive with her body around me? Maybe it's because she left the ft st night? Maybe it's... I truly don't know.

  Why would I even be mad at her? She's pretty and nice. Right?

  It'd be silly for me to not think of her that way. I let out a bright giggle instinctually and curl into bed more. I wiggle my toes as I start to think about her. She is really pretty isn't she? Why does it feel like that's an unfamiliar thought? That's so dumb, she's obviously beautiful.

  Everything feels slightly unfamiliar this morning. In fact, my body feels light and fun, my head feels dizzy and clumsy. Even my blinds are up, so the sun is peeking through and getting in my eyes. I realise someone must have made up my bed and put my blinds up for me.

  How thoughtful. Especially if it was Serafine who did that all for me.

  I haven't felt this good in like... years. I don't even feel that hungover from st night, because I did usually get drunk on Friday nights. And plenty of other nights. It was a Rory activity. A me activity.

  I'm Rory. It suddenly occurs to me how undylike Rory is of a name, but that's dumb because I'm a guy and not a girl so it shouldn't matter. I'm mostly sure of that fact at least.

  I don't have work today do I? It feels really good to lie in bed and do nothing for some reason. I'd like to stay in bed for a while longer. Maybe even be pampered, if that was allowed obviously.

  Would Serafine pamper me? We've never really got on well for some reason despite how beautiful and kind she so clearly is. Maybe we could become friends and work up to it.

  I dig my nails into my pillow and kick my feet thinking that for some reason. The whole motion reminds me of a lovestruck teenage girl but that's... somehow not the weirdest thought I've had so far today.

  The smell of home cooked eggs wafts its way into my nostrils. I lick my lips as I realise how hungry I am. Even if I do want to stay in bed all day it'll probably be good to assuredly avoid a hangover and well... maybe Serafine is cooking them.

  I bounce out of bed and immediately nearly fall over. My bance feels completely off in ways I didn't even realise it could be, also I'm wearing different clothes to st night. I'm wearing a baggy T-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms.

  I giggle at how silly I feel in my clothes before grabbing my phone from my bedside table and opening Discord. It's a shame my clothes are baggy and don't fit me properly.

  There's numerous unread messages from Lars & Trent but they'll live if I check out what Serafine is cooking, right?

  Of course! The oddest buzz of something in my brain and a distant squelch assures me that I should just go talk to her.

  I put one foot in front of the other carefully, and head out of my room.

  -----

  Serafine is in the kitchen looking ravishing. Her tall feminine body is complimented by a vest top and pair of leggings. Her long blue hair is tied behind her back and looks as bright as the morning sky.

  Her butt wiggles as she gently stirs the pan in front of her, and I lick my lips ever so slightly. I find myself doing it again when she turns around from her pan and shoots me a smile as I enter the room. Her boobs peek out from her vest top and make me feel all sorts of funny feelings.

  "Rory! Did you have a good night of sleep?" She brightly asks as she beams at me. She's never been this kind to me, and it doesn't help me figure out why I was mad at her.

  I awkwardly fidget as I stand on the edge of the kitchen. My eyes catch upon her crotch and her visible girlbulge and I struggle to not lick my lips again. She's so hot.

  I take note of the way her beautiful figure swings as she moves towards me and stands at equal height with me. We've always been the same height, haven't we?

  "I asked you a question, sweet. I expect you to respond to me when I talk to you." She says sternly, and something down below lights up with excitement.

  "Y-y-yes Serafine. I had a good rest. I actually had a question though." She raises an eyebrow at me.

  "What is it? I have scrambled eggs to stir. For you sweet."

  I feel my mind go a bit fuzzy at hearing her say they're for me. She never makes breakfast for me! I usually have to make my own.

  "U-um, is there any reason I should be mad at you right now? I know you're beautiful and stunning and have a voracious body; I just can't get it out of my mind that I should be mad at you..." I stammer the words out and fidget with my fingers.

  "Not that I know of. But I do appreciate the compliment! Now sit down at the table so you can eat breakfast, okay?" I nod at her and struggle up onto a chair. I'm so clumsy today.

  She finishes stirring and pting the scrambled eggs while I swing my legs and stare at her. Keep yourself composed. Keep yourself dylike. Again that word, why is it popping up in my thoughts randomly?

  She pces a pte and fork in front of me, then a gss of home-pressed orange juice. She pces her own breakfast in front of her and smiles at me broadly.

  "Is your Highness waiting to begin the meal formally?" I feel my face heat up and I nod. Why is she calling me that? And why does it feel good...

  "Yes, but I suppose we can eat right now. I should, uh, avoid my hangover."

  Serafine begins stuffing her face and I try to match her pace. Unfortunately, I find myself completely unwilling to eat the food in a way that doesn't feel like I'm trying to imitate high society manners. But I suppose I have always needed to clean myself up.

  "So, I presume the task I left you st night went okay? I had a fun time out with some friends. You should meet them sometime, I think they're going to love you." She says the st few words in a sinister tone.

  I rack my fuzzy brain to try and remember what task she could have given me st night. I was drunk and... my eyes catch uppn a pstic pet container with a purple top and soil inside. Was that it? Maybe that had something to do with st night.

  "The, um, pet box thingy?"

  "How clever of you. Yes. That."

  Had I done it? My memories from st night are so hazy and I couldn't even remember the probably very silly and dumb reason I'd be mad at my roommate. I'm probably not even able to tell if I did do it, or what the task even was. Typical Rory.

  "I think so. Maybe. I hope I did if it was important to you." I take a nibble of scrambled eggs with my fork and stare at Serafine for approval.

  "Well, I think you did perfectly from my side of the table. You've been doing great so far, okay?"

  "Of course-" I stop myself as I get the weird urge to call her "My Subject". No embarrassing yourself in front of your hot roommate Rory! Just keep nibbling at her scrambled eggs politely and trying to look elegant. "-Serafine. Thank you for the meal."

  "Oh I think we'll be eating together a lot more from now on, don't you?"

  "That would be nice, I'd like to become friends."

  "Adorable. You finish up eating, okay?" My heart flutters as Serafine brushes her hand against mine. It's so soft and warm.

  I nod back at her and take a small sip of juice as she gets up from the table with a clean pte. I have to keep myself collected around her. I mustn't give her a bad impression of me now.

  Serafine picks up the pet container and stows it away in her room. I polish off my pte and gss of delicious orange juice and then sit there unsure of what to do.

  She comes back into the room and takes my silverware away.

  "You just sit pretty, okay? Let me do all the washing up for today. You should probably wash your face with cold water in the bathroom sweet."

  "O-oh. Okay." I was enjoying doing nothing and having her wait on me. Hmpf. "If you say so..."

  I stand up from my chair and almost lose my bance again as I walk to the bathroom. Serafine is ughing behind me, hopefully not at me though. She's so pretty and kind and I want to impress her.

  Why weren't we friends before this again?

  It probably doesn't even matter. I enter the bathroom and go for a number one. Then I wash my hands in the sink thoroughly and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I notice numerous things about myself I probably should have been aware of before.

  My face was seemingly shaved overnight. Good?

  My blonde and ever so slightly purple roots are showing cutely at the top of my messy mop of brunette hair that hangs near to my neck. Good?

  My face looks ever so slightly pretty and soft. Good?

  My eyes are the right shade of green, with the slightest swirls of purple and some pink sparks mixed in in the irises. Good. I don't dwell on my eyes for any longer though.

  My meagre chest is still present. Go-

  Wait, my meagre chest? I cup a small breast and let out a moan as I'm reminded it's still there. Good.

  For some reason I decide to pull down my tracksuit bottoms and boxers to stare at my genitalia after confirming my breasts are still there. My dick has never been the biggest, but neither have my balls, so it's not much of a surprise it looks slightly defted and shriveled and mostly cks pubes.

  In fact most of my body cks meaningfully thick hair but my head. That's good. It's all kind of weird but... good.

  I purse my cute lips in the mirror and try to figure out why something feels so wrong about all this. Wasn't I meant to be like... masculine?

  No, that's an absurd thought. Why would I have a masculine body? Just because I'm a guy it doesn't mean my body has to be masculine and undylike.

  I brush a strand of brunette hair out my face with my hand and spsh cold water on my face and giggle. Everything is going swimmingly today.

  I bounce out of the bathroom, after pulling my tracksuit bottoms and boxers up, and see Serafine in a form-fitting pair of tight bck shorts and fishnets. Her cleavage is visible in a scoop neck top and she's done her face up in her usual striking style that takes my breath away.

  Dark lipstick. Heavy Eyeliner. It brings a gravity to her face that's undeniable.

  "Are you okay? You were in there for a while." There's a look of concern on her face I would probably guess is fake if I was being suspicious of her. I'm not though. It's "Be friends with Serafine day".

  "Yes. I was just making sure everything was okay and, like, proper." I giggle as I realise how stupid I must sound to this beautiful woman. I could never match her despite how prim and proper I should be.

  "Of course. And I presume it was proper? Otherwise you wouldn't be presenting yourself to me."

  "It was."

  I nod at her and become suddenly aware of how my dick is erect and pressing against the front of my tracksuit bottoms presently. I press my legs together and try not to think about how good Serafine's bum and legs look right now. Or how tight her girlbulge must press against her-

  "Sweet, you keep losing focus, am I that distracting or can I go to work?" My face heats up immediately.

  I hear another distant squelch as a tendril of fuzziness worms its way into my thoughts. I shudder and try to maintain my composure.

  "N-no. You should go to work Serafine." I stammer out in my ever so slightly airy voice.

  "Alright!" She saunters over to me and presses a kiss and pat onto the top of my hair, where my differently coloured roots grow, and I let out a delicate squeak. "I'll see you in the evening, okay? Be a good girl for me while I'm gone." She says the words good girl with a powerful trepidation.

  My irresistible roommate and now friend makes her way out of our ft as she swings her hips and bum from side to side. I'm slightly stunned by her calling me a good girl, but I can at least strive to be good even if I'm not a girl.

  Only when she's gone do I look inside my tracksuit bottoms and see the fresh stain of pre-cum on the front of my boxers. I wish Serafine wouldn't tease me so.

  -----

  I change my boxers into a less masculine pair of pants. Someone of my importance can't be seen with soiled underwear. Then I sit in my chair and turn my PC on to spend a day doing nothing as I do most Saturdays.

  I'm not that comfortable in my chair though. It feels way too big for me and my body keeps rubbing against the torn spots of bck material awkwardly. It's kind of an antique that I got from a cousin.

  I grab my pillow and duvet from my bed and set them up on the chair so I have a comfier resting point. I snuggle up inside my makeshift nest and log into my PC. Typing feels weirder and harder than st night but I try my best and navigate over to Discord.

  There's a string of messages in the server I VC in with Lars & Trent, along with multiple DMs from both of them. Are they mad at me due to something I did st night? I don't even care about ABOMINANT that much...

  At least when I think about it in the context of Serafine it could be a bonding activity between us. I should see if she games. I read my friends' messages: they're worried about the fact I suddenly left VC st night and thought I'd choked on my own vomit or been hospitalized. I reassure them I didn't, and that I think my lovely roomie just tucked me into bed after I passed out drunk.

  It's, like, the only logical expnation. Lars sends a weird reply saying "I thought you hated her", which makes me incredibly confused. Why would I hate Serafine? She made me scrambled eggs this morning and has a delicious looking girlbulge. I'd never thought much about chicks with dicks much before today, but they're pretty cool.

  They must taste and feel so good to be inside you. For a brief moment I wonder if Serafine would use one of my holes like that, before remembering that we only just became friends today. Silly Rory. Girls aren't entitled to fuck you just because you bat your eyeshes and look pretty around them.

  I refute Lars by reminding him how cool it is that Serafine is transgender, then I pre-emptively deal with Trent (he'll be asleep because lives in the US) by crifying that I wasn't bored of the main quest... at least I don't think so.

  I was pnning on doing some solo py in ABOMINANT to level up Mortan Bloodgod but... that's such a dumb name. Not at all fitting for me. Ugh.

  Plus the game won't even be that fun if I have to do all the work. I'll py with Lars & Trent ter and catch them up on how fun my morning has been. I instead decide to scroll through a streaming service which I badgered Serafine for the password a few weeks back.

  Ugh. That was so rude and impolite of me. I should apologise to her about that. It's so uncouth of me to talk to my dazzling friend like that. I feel a deep amount of shame at having even remembered doing that.

  In fact I'll do it right now. I dig through my contacts list to see if I have Serafine's number. I do! I don't remember when I got it but it's probably a good thing I have it. We haven't texted so far but there's always time to start. A beautiful picture of her doing kissy lips wearing heavy smokey eyeshadow is her contact image. Gosh. She's so hot.

  I try to ignore the growing bulge from inside my underwear and text out a quick message.

  "Dear Roommate (and darling friend) Serafine, I am sorry for pestering you for your Netflix password a few weeks back. It was very undylike for me to do.

  Yours sincerely, Rory"

  Perfect. I anxiously wait for a reply until she sends a blue heart and giggling emoji back. I let out a bubbly giggle, she's so funny and kind, gosh.

  I continue scrolling through Netflix for a small bit and eventually settle on a show involving magical girls and princesses. For some reason I remember not being a fan of it before but I'm interested in giving it a second chance today. It's okay for me to watch something so feminine and girly right? I do have breasts after all.

  I settle down for a few hours and pour through the first two seasons. Then in the middle I force myself to grab a light snack of some chocote from the cupboard. I ignore Discord while I giggle at the cute princesses with brightly coloured hair as they fight evil.

  It's kinda like Princess Elsinore from ABOMINANT. She's so pretty, gosh.

  My head continues to feel fuzzy and light all the while. It's a refreshing change of pace from it all. I start to feel something strange welling within me as I continue to watch well into the afternoon.

  It's a warm feeling of longing and desire. Envy. I envy them. I've never envied magical princesses before but there's always time to start, right?

  -----

  I clock out of the show for today midway through the fourth season. In Discord Lars & Trent have just pinged me to start pying for evening. I suppose I should join them. It's not like Serafine is back yet and I have something better to do.

  I plug in my headset and I'm about to join VC when I hear the door open. I pull off my headset and get out of my chair, trying to hold my composure. Then I grab an old comb from the disgusting mess that is my desk and brush my unruly mop of hair to look somewhat presentable for Serafine. I step out of my room and see her strutting down the corridor.

  My eyes catch hers and I blush. She looks just as good as she did when she left, if I was looking closer I could tell you that her cock looks like it's pressing against her tight shorts that are almost fit to burst. She lets out a chuckle and I stand there curtly and try not to think about her entering me. We're barely friends after all. Plus I'm pretty sure she likes girls, of which I'm obviously not.

  I've never seen her show interest in a guy. Let alone one like me. Sometimes I used to feel disdain for her because of that. I'm not sure why.

  She walks right up to me and stands what must be an inch slightly taller than me. As our height difference has always been. She nestles her warm hand underneath my chin.

  "Hey, did my sweet have a nice day at home?" She purrs seductively.

  "Y-yes. I made a cute duvet fort on my chair and watched an animated show about princesses. " My answer comes out almost involuntarily as I try to ignore how obviously hard I'm growing.

  "You're fucking adorable. I can't believe it's working so quickly on you." She nips the top of my ear and I let out a sudden yelp. She gives me a toothy grin. "Oh, you poor thing? Did you miss me? Did you miss my mouth and my body and my sweet husky voice?"

  My face must be as red as beetroot. I nod timidly and struggle to hide my erection, or how stiff my nipples feel. It's so hard to think about anything but being used by her right now.

  "God, you're so cutely pathetic. It's so endearing though. I knew this would be worth it and it's not even been a day yet."

  "T-thank you Serafine. I appreciate it." I stammer out in my most prim and proper voice.

  "How polite of you. Why don't you sit on the sofa while I heat up a pizza for us, and then we can watch a movie together? You don't have any other pns do you?" She asks it like it's a rhetorical question.

  Of course I do have other pns. I was going to game with Lars & Trent. But when I open my mouth to say that it feels so unimportant and uninteresting compared to doing what Serafine wants to do with me. I nod obediently instead and try to gather my prim and proper voice again.

  "That sounds lovely. I will await your, um... pizza." I say in quite a ditzy tone as I nearly lose track of myself thinking about her cock.

  Serafine leans down and nips the top of my ear again. I shiver as my face burns up and I hear another distant squelch coming from somewhere

  "Good girl, go and sit down already. It's not proper for a pretty little thing like you to have to attend to herself."

  My whole body convulses as being called a good girl. I find my resistance to being called a girl quickly melting, if there ever was any. I nod at her wordlessly and retreat to the sofa in front of the TV.

  I'm unable to tear myself away from her fishnet covered legs or her visible cleavage as she takes a pizza out the freezer and puts it in the oven after pre-heating it. She notices me staring and kisses the top of my head again. I melt and try not to ask for more. It'd be undylike to.

  She occasionally shoots predatory gnces at me while looking at her phone as the pizza cooks.

  "I got your text earlier by the way. I really appreciated it." She says with a wide grin on her face as the pizza is nearly done. Didn't she send a response to the text already?

  "Of course... I thought it would only be proper to, like, apologize to you." My head still feels so fuzzy and light. Almost even bubbly.

  "It was also incredibly adorable and properly worded. Like "undylike"? I didn't know you had it in you sweet." She growls out.

  I put my legs together and nod back at her sheepishly.

  "I'm not taking you away from any of your gaming buddies for this right? I'd hate to intrude on your varied social calendar." She says, in an almost sardonic tone if I was paying attention to that kinda stuff.

  "N-no. I wanted to do something with you more anyway."

  "Of course you did. Of course you did." She chuckles to herself and I giggle back. She raises an eyebrow then comes over to gently grab the side of my neck and pull me in for a mouth-on-mouth kiss.

  She tastes of liquorice and smoke and smells like incense. It's the best kiss I've ever experienced by far. I squirm in her grip and press my cute lips against hers in an effort for it to st longer.

  It sts far longer than it feels like it should, but I just can't stop myself from moaning into her and submitting to her.

  She pulls away and leaves me breathless as the timer on the oven starts to beep. She bites her lip and stares at me with fire in her eyes.

  "Fuck. You're already perfect and you're not even close to being complete. I hope you know how good I'm going to treat you Princess." I nod as she draws her mouth in close and growls in my ear. "If you think I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you for even one fucking day, then you're wrong. You're mine now. You'll always be mine. No matter how prissy and proper you'll try to act about it. Don't forget that even as your dumb head is filled with even more hot air. M'kay?"

  My eyes gze over and the fuzziness overtakes my brain in it's entirety. I feel completely overwhelmed yet utterly horny. I want her. I need her. I rub my thighs together and stare at her desperately. She just barks out a ugh and returns to food duty.

  I stare at her while biting my lip and spping my thighs together. She brings a pte of pizza over with her and pces it on the table in front of us. Then she fetches a can of Carlsberg and pces it in front of me, while she holds a can herself and takes a swig. She picks up the TV remote with one hand and begins to scroll through a collection of movies.

  "Go on, drink your beer. It's your favourite isn't it?" She says (if I was dumber I'd think she was trying to mock me). I nod and struggle to open the can while Serafine shoots amused gnces at me.

  Eventually I get it open and see that Serafine has selected a horror movie with a car on the poster. I don't catch the name of it as I work myself up to drinking my Carlsberg.

  Serafine told me to so I should... and it's my "favourite beer". I close my eyes and take a sip.

  My mouth is filled with a bitter poison. I hold it within my cheeks and turn to look at Serafine with a pale face. I can't drink it, it tastes vile and disgusting. She smirks at me and grabs my neck again, pulling me into a kiss. I daintily cough out the beer into her mouth as she smothers my lips with her glossy bck lips. I can't control myself.

  She pulls away from the kiss as the poisonous taste still corrodes my poor mouth.

  "Poor little Princess, you really didn't like that did you?" She teases me and presses a finger against my small breast.

  "N-no. I don't know why I thought-"

  "I'll get you something I think you'll like much more, okay? You clearly need something else to drink. Just tell me when you're thirsty." She chuckles as she strokes my hair and then presses py on the movie.

  She takes a slice of pizza with her left hand and starts drinking my can of Carlsberg as she keeps pulling me closer to her magnificent body. I'm forced to eat a slice of pizza with my fingers as neatly as I can, it's quite undignifying but Serafine left me no other choice. I'm barely following the movie as I nibble on the pizza.

  After I finish my slice she digs a few fingers into my shoulder and refuses to let me go. I rest there and enjoy her presence.

  "Are you not hungry anymore sweet? You need to eat, you know."

  "N-no. I feel all full and satsified." It's true. I feel full off one slice of pizza. It's bizarre but to be expected I suppose. I'm not as tall as Serafine.

  "More for me, and I suppose there's enough of you for it to work with already... good girl." She sniggers. I softly melt into her shoulder and realise how thirsty I feel.

  "S-Serafine, could you, um, fetch me another drink please?" I stare at her with pleading eyes as I try not to think about her electric body or how wet and pathetic I must be right now.

  "Of course, I never thought you'd ask Princess. I suppose we should figure out a new name for you that isn't Rory so I don't have to keep calling you Princess though, not that you mind being called Princess, do you?" She purrs out as her hand lingers around the waistband of her shorts and she sports a wolfish grin at me.

  I can't disagree with anything she says. It makes me feel weirdly fuzzy and excited to be called Princess, but Rory is very undylike of a name for me. Someone as prim and proper as me should be called something more fitting.

  "Do you need me to think of one for you? You shouldn't have to do all the work sweet." She says as she takes a swig of beer and eyes me hungrily. She's fiddling with her waistband now even more and I can't help but think about what's underneath her shorts.

  "Um, I should be able to think of one for myself..." I rack my brain for girly names appropriate for someone of my status. Something with an R sound. Then I remember a pretty dy with gsses from an RPG I pyed years ago, and find a fun way to shorten her name. "Lora." I let out a bubbly giggle as fuzziness overwhelms me.

  "What a good name for a good girl. Lora. How clever of you!" She coos and then cps her hands. "Now, a good girl deserves her drink right?"

  I nod back. My thoughts are being flooded with endorphins and squelching at being called Lora. Serafine holds the waistband of her shorts with one hand and unzips them with the other. Below them is a pair of dark blue panties with fishnets over them. She pulls the fishnets down as I stare entranced at her hard cock as it tents her panties.

  I lick my lips and try not to pounce on it. Calm yourself Lora, just because you have a girl's name doesn't make you a girl like she likes. Serafine gres at me.

  "What the fuck are you waiting for you prissy slut? You asked for this." She grabs the top of my hair with her left hand and pulls off her panties with her right to reveal her towering girlbulge as it leaks pre-cum.

  Then she yanks me over to it and stuffs my face on top of it. The sounds of the movie (I wasn't really paying attention to it anyway) become distant as her thick cock enters my mouth and she tries to shove it down my throat.

  I try to let out a squeal but she just uses her other hand to pull the rest of my body closer to her and starts rubbing on my crotch with the palm of her right hand. My own dick feels blissful as she stimutes it. I moan as I'm mounted on her cock.

  "Suck already. You've been such a good girl already, okay? You can't just expect to be treated like some prissy princess and not have to make me feel good at the same time. Besides I can see in your pathetic doe eyes you want this. Okay, Lora?" She growls at me aggressively. I quickly give up on any thought she'll remove me off it and start sucking on her shaft with my lips.

  She pushes me down farther and I begin to tease her tip with my tongue, she lets out a husky moan that turns into a swear as I clearly hit the spot for her. My head feels all fuzzy and pink and purple. Of course I want this. Of course I've always wanted this. Why would I not have wanted this? Her hard cock feels perfect in my mouth and I'm eager to make her happy.

  It's downright euphoric being held by my cute blonde and purple roots and being made to suck her girlbulge. I've been thinking about it all day. She's just giving me what I've wanted. I should thank her for this.

  I start bobbing my head up and down her member as I hesitantly grab the base of her shaft with a free hand and start rubbing it. She cries out in pleasure.

  "F-fuck! Lora. You feel better than my fleshlight. K-keep going, please..." She moans as she continues to rub her palm against my tracksuit bottoms. I feel so warm and electric underneath them from being treated like this.

  She doesn't allow me a moment's reprieve and I find myself unable to gag when I want to. All I can taste and feel is her palm on my pathetic and comparably small dick and the salty sweet taste of her pre-cum in my warm hole. Nothing else matters.

  She continues to moan out expletives and praise as I take her deeper and deeper in my throat. All the while trying my best to use my complete ck of experience with this sort of thing to make her happy. I can feel myself cum from her palm and my whole body rocks as I probably ruin a pair of underwear for good with my sticky juices.

  I let out a stifled moan but don't indicate to her anymore what just happened. I'm focusing on her right now.

  Very soon after, she bucks her hips and holds my hair in a sudden vice grip. She pushes me down as roughly as she can and all of a sudden there's a flood of warm sticky fluid in my mouth and throat. Serafine lets out a noisy high-pitched wail.

  "Swallow! Take it like a good girl!" My heart flutters at being called a good girl in this position. I struggle to hold it in but swallow all her cum down like a good hole should. It washes the taste of the nasty beer out of my mouth and that makes me happy.

  She gently removes me from her cock and cuddles up with me, holding me like she'd hold a cute plush toy. I gasp for air and take deep breaths.

  She presses a kiss to my lips and ughs. I giggle as bubbles of purply pink flood my thoughts. It's evident neither of us have been focusing on the movie for a while now. Not that I care. I only care about Serafine this second.

  "Hey Lora?" She gurgles out.

  "Yes, Serafine?" I struggle to hold my words straight as she's still visibly hard and I can feel her pressing against my thighs.

  "You're so dumb for taking the bait I left you. It's kind of pathetic how easy you are now. I thought it'd be way harder to get you like this, I didn't realise you'd just accidentally get it in you."

  "What bait? Have I mispleased you tely?" I'm confused. I've never taken bait from her.

  "Oh nothing Lora, don't worry about it at all, I just wanted to tell you that before you become too unrecognizable. Soon enough you'll be so good and you'll barely remember anything that isn't to do with me or whatever fantasies your dumbed down mind constructs. I wanted to tell you that while I can still see bits of Rory's face around your slutty cum covered lips." She lets out a chuckle and hugs me even tighter, but not in a cruel way. In a gentle way that makes me feel safe. In a way that I crave deeply now.

  It makes me feel hers. I don't worry about what she says over the distant occasional sounds of squelching from within my head and the safety I feel in her arms. We're going to be better friends and roommates from now on. I just know it.

  Nor do I worry about the long straw blonde hair that falls in front of my eye and irritates me. Hmpf. I need a decent hairbrush.

  chronoSprockets