#krakentober

[booleanean]

[Author's note] The non-consent vibes in this one are strong. If issues of consent are a trigger for you, please skip this one.

The main character consents to the sexual acts, and enjoys them once it's clear she's not going to die, but also has no choice in this scenario. The antagonist has no control over himself through magical means. This is NOT meant to excuse or justify what he is doing, or intended to be applicable to any real life scenario. There's a discussion about consent at the end, which includes what would be some real fucking hot takes in our universe. I feel like they fit the story, with the involvement of magic and magical personality suppression, but such things do not exist IRL.

Day 10 - Werewolves - Enemies to Lovers

Each breath Caterina took felt like it ripped something out of her throat. Every muscle in her body burned, each step sending fresh spikes of agony up her shins. Her sides felt like she'd been shot with an arrow. A deep and primal terror urged her to keep sprinted onwards regardless of the pain, maintaining a reckless pace through the forest. The night was only lit by the light of the full moon overhead, and deep shadows could hold rocks or fallen branches to trip her up or for her to smash her head on.

She could still hear it behind her, occasionally pausing to sniff the air, then crashing through the undergrowth as if it wasn't there. Caterina caught the occasional glimpse as she looked over her shoulder, a large black furry shape careening through the forest in hot pursuit. Her only hope was to find a cabin, something with a door she could lock and wait out the darkness.

She could hear branches snapping as the monstrous shape continued its pursuit. It growled and yipped excitedly, anxious to catch its prey and devour it. Devour her. She'd fantasized about this kind of chase, but in her imagination it ended up with the beast having its way with her, not ripping her limb from limb. The reality of being hunted by a monstrous creature with fangs that could and would rip her throat out as soon as she stumbled wasn't as enticing to say the least.

"Fuck, not that, anything but that," Caterina thought as a cloud moved in front of the moon. The light failing meant she'd be blind. The creature, clearly built to hunt at night, would be on her in seconds. Tears started flowing and she cried out in despair as she tripped in the inky blackness. Cat hit the ground hard, a fallen branch barely missing her face. She turned her head just in time to see a darker shadow separate from the deeper night, leaping towards her. She tried to scream, but didn't have the breath as she watched the shape arc through the air towards her.

It crashed into her. What she'd imagined as four hundred pounds of fur and fangs and claws felt a lot more like a particularly harry, naked man. Had the monster flung another victim at her? Why was it hunting her if it had someone else to consume?

The man grunted as he rolled off of her, then spoke, his voice raw. "You have to get away from me. The moon— it won't be gone long, and when I change back—"

The cloud in front of the moon thinned. The man growled, his voice deepening wildly then going back to its more human timbre. He howled, a bone chilling sound reaching deep into her lizard hindbrain and squeezing her heart filling her with pure, animalistic terror.

Caterina tried to push up off the ground, but couldn't move. Her arms were like jelly, her legs burned, completely useless. She couldn't even get up on hands and knees, let alone stand and run again. She clawed at the ground, but no matter how hard she willed her arms and legs to work properly, she could only shift herself a few inches.

"I can't—" she rasped between panted breaths "I can't move."

A deep sense of calm descended on her. This was it, the moment before her death. She hoped someone would think to check on her apartment before Mittens starved.

"Please, get away, I can't— I can't contro—" .

"I can't move," Caterina panted. "It's okay, I forgive you. I've led a good life, if it ends here tonight I can have peace with that."

"It— it doesn't kill. It—" he screamed, as if in agony.

The light was coming back, the moon coming out from behind the only cloud in the sky. Caterina heard the sound of dozens of bones straining and snapping as the man's form shifted.

Relief flooded her. She wasn't going to die. The endorphin rush was unbelievable, making her giddy. What was it trying to do if not kill and eat— Oh. The realization of what the werewolf was chasing her for hit her like a ton of bricks. The fantasy had been one thing, a nice distraction from real life, something to rub one out to before going to bed. Caterina hadn't ever considered being able to act it out, it wasn't that type of fantasy. She didn't even really believe in werewolves, but with one transforming right next to her the reality was hard to ignore.

The unfiltered moonlight hit the man's face, and she watched in horror as his eyes changed shape and color, reflecting the moonlight. "It'll take you, use you for its pleasure. Run! Please, run—"

With that, fur sprouted again, bones cracked and grated, fingers shifted, forming claws. The monster was back, howling at the rude interruption by its human form. The sight of it was still terrifying, but she held firm to the belief that the man had been telling the truth. The terror was pushed aside by a weird feeling of excitement and trepidation. A fantasy she had considered truly impossible, hadn't ever really even wanted to fulfill, was being thrust upon her whether she liked it or not.

In the bright light of the full moon, her eyes fully adjusted, she looked at the monster in front of her. It hesitated, expecting her to run, perhaps wanting the chase to continue. It was taller than the man had been, she thought. Her heart skipped a beat in fear as it stood up on its hind legs, towering over her.

The shape was vaguely human still, but with definite hint of wolf. The face had a snout with a vicious row of canine teeth glistening in the cold, nocturnal light. Large, pointy ears twitched, and yellow eyes reflected the moonlight back at her, seeming to glow in the darkness. A barrel chest was completely covered in thick fur. It had relatively thin arms, ending in small hands. A hint of pawpads was visible, though not as defined as on a real dog or wolf. The legs were an almost awkward combination of the human plantigrade and canine digitigrade shapes.

The hybridization of human and wolf made it look a little awkward now that her terror was subsiding. Some of the features were endearing, in a horrific kind of way. The way some spiders were cute. She felt some tentative excitement grow, which was quickly banished when the creature lunged for her, maw open wide. Humans had evolved over eons to find snapping fangs and glowing eyes terrifying at an instinctual level, and despite her previous inability to move, she managed to roll onto her stomach and crawl away a few feet before it was on her.

A clawed hand grabbed her ankle, the sharp nails digging into her skin. She screamed involuntarily, the shock of pain shaking her belief in a delirious man's words. Her hindbrain was telling her, screaming at her, that this thing was going to eat her alive, rip her guts out and spill them across the floor as she was devoured from the feet up. She tried to kick at it, but her gummy legs didn't have any force to put into the motion. Caterina had put everything into running away and there was nothing left to fight with.

Lines of fire erupted along the back of her calf as her pantleg was ripped off, the claws scoring her skin. She kicked at the werewolf again, connecting with its ribs. It grunted and growled, then pounced on her back, its front paws pressing down on her shoulders. It's jaws took her by the back of the neck, and she was sure it would rip out her spine. Instead he held its jaws there, clamped down to the edge of pain.

Caterina whimpered, laying as still as she could, still pinned down by several hundred pounds of wolf creature, her heart pounding in her chest. With a final sharp growl it released her, then took its weight off her. Her top was torn free, tearing as if it were tissue paper. The fabric dug into her skin as the werewolf tore at it, and its claws scored her skin, leaving what felt like burning red scratches. Her sports bra gave it slightly more trouble, and she yelled out in pain as it finally ripped free.

Her sweatpants were ripped off her next, the waistband requiring a quick gnaw from its razer sharp rear teeth. Her legs were parted roughly, and a cold nose was pressed against the crotch of her underpants. It inhaled deeply, pushing its nose hard against her. The pressure on its nose made it snort as it smelled her, and it made hungry whimpering noises.

Oh god, this was really happening. There was nothing she could do, no way to escape. Whether she wanted it or not, this fantasy was becoming reality. She tried to calm her racing nerves, but fear had a tight hold on her.

Caterina yelped as a sharp tooth hooked under the elastic of her underwear, then ripped the double layer of fabric clean in half. A long, hot tongue pressed against her licking the entire length of her cunt and her ass. The second lick dug deep, sliding inside of her. The heat of it was unbelievable, its body temperature much higher than her own.

Despite herself, despite the utter terror she again felt deep inside, the tongue felt amazing. She'd gotten off to this exact scenario so often in her fantasy, and now it was happening for real. A wild conflict erupted inside her. She had no choice, no way to stop this or get away, and this creature could kill her without even breaking a sweat. At the same time, the lack of control and danger of the situation were oddly arousing. She wanted to scream and fight and run and get away unmolested. She wanted her fantasy to run its course, something that had been truly unattainable until mere minutes ago.

Setting her jaw, she decided to embrace her fantasy. She tried to spread her legs a little, but one was wedged against a fallen branch, the other pushed against the creature's thigh.

"Roll me over. I'm uncomfortable, and I want to watch."

The tongue froze inside of her, then pulled out. "What?"

It's voice was rough, guttural, clearly produced by anatomy not designed for human speech.

"You heard me, you have wolf ears. I'm exhausted, my muscles don't work, and I'm lying on all kinds of uncomfortable things. Roll me over, I want to watch you eat me out."

"You —" It worked its jaw, clearly uncomfortable with speech. "— you want me to rrrroll you over?"

"If we could find somewhere more comfortable, that would be nice too, but I'd settle for not having this damn rock digging into my tits."

It was quiet for a long time, and Caterina tried to shift herself again, with a bit more luck this time. She managed to roll onto her back. The scratches on her back burned as she put her weight on them, and a different twig poked her side. Straining, she managed to shift it enough to be a little more comfortable. The creature sat back on its haunches, staring at her.

"What, you're only into this if you have an unwilling participant?"

"I— Grah, no one else was ever willing."

"And you got yours anyway? Pervert."

A low growl let her know he didn't like that comment. "I fight, try to control — grah — myself, but moon and magic and — grrrah — instinct strong. Hunt exciting."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No!" The answer was immediate and vehement. "Human form eats a lot of food before the moon, very full."

Caterina grinned. There was a mischievous look about him, almost as if he was joking.

"Was that a joke?"

"He does eat a lot, grr, but even then I would not eat you. Deer are food, or rabbits. Humans are not."

"So do you need me to struggle to get off or—?"

Before she finished her sentence, his head was buried between her legs again. His eyes still glowed in the pale moonlight, but he looked straight at her now. His massive tongue undulated against her, covering most of her cunt all the way up to her clit.

"Oh fuck," she moaned softly.

She reached down and stroked the fur on his head. It was soft, especially around the ears, and he grunted pleasurably as she ran her fingers through it.

"My name is Caterina," she said, not expecting a response.

He pulled away from her. "I have no name, Caterina. The human is called Luca."

She heard the pause between the two sentences, felt his hesitancy. "Can I call you Lupo?"

A huge doggy grin split his face, baring inch and a half long cuspids. "Lupo, yes."

He buried his face again, his tongue slipping inside of her. The length of hot, wriggling flesh was unfamiliar but it felt amazing.

"Oh yes, Lupo, yes!"

His tail wagged slowly, back and forth. A content dog, happy where he was. She stroked his hair as his tongue worked absolute magic. Not even in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a tongue this deep inside, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Her legs still burned, her throat hurt from gulping vast amounts of air, but the pleasure inside was building as well.

Lupo's golden eyes glowed, always locked on her own. She wondered how well he could see her, his night vision obviously much better than her own. She found the strength to toss the tattered remains of her shirt and poor sports bra off to the side, and she caught a brief flicker of his gaze down to her breasts. She squeezed them together for him, enjoying the little grunt he made deep in his throat.

"Oh yes, Lupo, like that. Your tongue feels so good, oh fuck. Don't stop, don't stop."

Lupo made a noise that was a combination of a canine grunt of contentment and a human hum of pleasure. She felt his lust in every motion, the need to get her off, to do more. Caterina knew he'd take her as soon as she came, whether she struggled or not. She could feel the hunger in him building through his body language, a hunger she began to share, a need for more, for total abandonment of humanity and a full return to an instinct driven purity of lust.

"Oh fuck, so close, yes— Yes— YES, LUPO, YES!"

His amazing tongue finally overwhelmed even her exhaustion, pleasure pulsing through her in waves as he grunted and hungrily lapped up every drop of her juices. Her fingers gripped his fur tight, holding him in place, not that he needed any encouragement to do that.

She panted, still experiencing the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm when he spun her around roughly, pulling her to her knees. His claws dug into her sides, on the verge of breaking skin. He thrust wildly at her, trying to bury his cock inside of her without the manual dexterity to guide himself in. She managed to push up on her elbows, pressing her back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around her waist.

"Slow down, let me heeeeeelp!" Just as she started to reach between her legs, he found his target and buried his cock deep in one rough thrust.

The ferocity of his movements was surprising. He fucked her hard and fast right from the start, his cock still swelling inside of her. There was no subtlety, no restraint, just a physical expression of an instinct, a deep seated need. His head was right next to hers, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

Fear had left her, making way for a giddy disbelief at what was happening. The feeling of his cock growing inside as he pounded away was quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was smooth and slick, with a decreasing sponginess as it thickened. She couldn't tell much about the shape, but it was getting pretty big. The sharp pain of his claws digging into her sides and stomach as he clamped down on her waist was a delicious contrast to the pleasure he was giving her.

She stroked the side of his head, caressing the soft fur. Her body shook with each impact as he seemed to drive into her harder and deeper with every stroke. He grunted with the effort and pleasure, cute little moans and guttural noises letting her know how good it felt for him.

"Oh yes, Lupo, yes, fuck me, oh yes, like that."

Her fingers tightened in the fur around his neck as her pleasure built, holding on for dear life. She longed to wrap her arms around all of him, hold him close, feel his fur on her bare skin, her breasts pressed against him, but there was no way she could turn around now. Caterina kissed the side of his snout.

When her orgasm came, she clung tightly to his furry neck with one awkward arm. "Yes, Lupo, yes, YES!"

Soon after, he started pulling out less and less each stroke, and the base of his cock started to swell. With one final lunge, he was all the way inside of her. She felt his knot expand inside, locking them together.

"Caterina!" His exclamation of pleasure, of victory and conquest, turned into a howl, stretching the last syllable into the chilly night air.

Caterina could feel Lupo twitch inside her, over and over again. He was filling her to the brim. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Gently, she stroked his large head. He was panting from the effort, his tongue hanging out of his maw.

"Mmm, this feels good," Caterina hummed.

He relaxed his grip around her waist, supporting himself on his own four limbs. "Yes, good."

Sensing this was a moment for quiet, Caterina relaxed into his embrace. The absolute boneshaking terror she'd felt not half an hour ago replaced by a deep feeling of safety, an absolute surety that no matter what happened, Lupo would protect her and keep her safe. His furry body kept her warm even in the chill early October air, and the feeling of him pulsing inside of her was intensely pleasurable.

An eternity later, she felt him shrink again. When he slipped out, she felt the loss deeply. A gush of cum flooded from her, more than she'd dared imagine. When he made to run away, she grabbed for him, managing to catch his tail.

"Stay?" It was a question, but she desperately needed him to.

"I," Lupo started. His gruff voice sounded hesitant now, ashamed.

"Please stay."

"I did terrible things to you," Lupo said, but sat down on a log. He was sitting like a human, legs stretched in front of him, arms steadying himself on the log.

She looked at him, hard to see clearly in the pale moonlight. His shoulders seemed slumped, and his head was turned away to the side.

"You're ashamed?"

He grunted assent and seemed to shrink. "The instinct, it's so strong. Conscious thought is impossible, the need— The wolf part— I can't stop it. After, I realize what I did, and—."

"So in a way, if it's all driven by magic, you didn't consent either, right? It's 'the curse of lycanthropy', not 'the mildly inconvenient loss of a night every four weeks'." Caterina let the statement linger. "I don't regret doing this with you."

His voice was less guttural, more controlled. His speech patters were different too, he used fuller sentences, growled less. He turned to her, head tilted. The combination of human and wolf body language was incredibly endearing.

"Lupo, I won't lie, I was terrified when you were chasing me. I thought I was going to die horribly. And I know what happened would've happened even if I didn't consent to it. But I did consent."

His head tilt shifted to the other side, ears perking up. She felt his gaze on her as he thought about what she'd said.

"Can you please come here? I'm freezing and I don't have a stitch to wear thanks to you."

He walked over to her, and she pulled him down next to her. His fur was amazingly warm and comforting.

"When will you turn back?" Caterina asked after a while.

"I can turn back when the moon is gone."

"Will you remember—" She trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. The idea of him forgetting was intensely sad.

"Yes, vividly."

"I'm glad." She buried her face in his fur. "Will Luca?"

She felt him stiffen, and regretted bringing up his human alter-ego. She hoped she hadn't ruined the moment.

"I—" Lupo felt hesitant again. She squeezed him, let him know it was okay, and he went on. "I'm not really separate from Luca. He's me, and I'm him. When the moon is full, the magic overwhelms me and I get completely out of control. I lose my identity, just reverting to pure animal instinct."

She stroked his chest, letting his words sink in, processing them slowly.

He continued, "But when you were willing, I got just enough control back to speak and wait a little. I try to see the wolf and the magic as separate from myself, but they're not. Not really."

"So you're just— you. The man who warned me, the beast who chased me, both the same."

"In a way. Does that upset you?"

She shook her head, letting the silence stretch. After a while, she said, "I'd like to see you again."

"Really? After what I did?"

"Mm-hmm. At the very least, I want to see you next full moon. No more hunting poor women who don't have secret werewolf fetishes. How many have you—" She trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

"You're the third. Usually I manage to chain myself up before I change, and when I can't, most get away to safety before I catch them."

She heard the remorse in his voice, the bone deep shame and self-hatred for his failure to keep those poor women safe.

"Next full moon, we'll lock ourselves in my basement, okay? But you're taking me out to dinner first. And replacing my sports bra, that thing was expensive!"

He laughed, a deep, warm sound. "Want to come back to my place? My cabin's only a few minutes walk away, and a lot more comfortable than the forest floor. I'm sure we can find you some of my clothes that fit well enough to get you home."

She cuddled deeper into his fur, kissing his broad chest. "Only if you're up for round two."

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[booleanean]

Day 9 - Aphrodisiacs - Robots with Dicks

"Oh fuck, yes, yes," Carla panted.

She heard Felix scribble something on his clipboard. For an AI postdoc, he was oddly attached to pen and paper.

The Mk1's chassis had been completed weeks ago. Carla had stared at it, stood in the corner of their basement workshop, waiting for Felix to finish training the AI, until finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, harder, faster." Carla moaned as the robot's control loop interpreted the commands and thrust into her with greater intensity.

Every inch of it was as good as she could make it, artificial filament muscles covered in variably translucent silicone to visually measure performance, hydraulic actuators in the torso visible behind 3D printed transparent aluminium. Strength was about twice what the strongest human could achieve without modification or drugs, dexterity on par with the best industrial robots from ten years ago, but on a fully mobile base. It was the peak of humanoid robotics, right at the very bleeding edge of technology. Their research paper was going to omit certain additions she'd made to it, though she had been half tempted to see if they could win a Nobel and Ig Nobel for the same project.

Felix looked up long enough from his clipboard to stroke her hair.

"Feel good?"

"Oh fuck yes, I'm close."

Even the penis attachments were works of art. Integrated in a special modular pelvis, she'd created two prototypes. The one that was rocking her world right now was a basic steel shaft with an internal set of ducting keeping it at body temperature, and a separate network of microtubules dispensing lubrication along the entire length. Pressure transducers and temperature sensors fed back into the control loop, letting the robot respond to her physiological responses as well as her voice commands.

She was saving the other prototype for the full AI integration test. The basic functionality worked the same as a mammalian penis. Silicone stood in for flesh, with a body safe hydraulic fluid for blood, filling corpora cavernosa made of custom designed aerogel. It even had realistic skin that slid along the basic structure. The sensors were also inspired by biological systems, with increased density in the tip. The piece de resistance was a realistic set of testicles, weighted properly, that contained most of the operating mechanics and a fully functional ejaculation system tuned to mimic anything from a pathetic little dribble to a pressure and volume any porn star would sign away their immortal soul for.

She already had plans for another, more futuristic attachment with a direct magnetic nerve stimulator for the clit and g-spot.

"Fuck YES!" Carla screamed as she came.

The sensors in the robot's dick tripped the control loop into a new regime, keeping the same pace perfectly, matching her thrashing movements, letting her focus on nothing but her own pleasure. The impassive face, silicon lips pressed tightly together, eyes scanning her face mechanically, pulled her out of the moment a little but the perfect fucking it was delivering got her close to the edge again right on the heels of her first orgasm. Just before her pleasure peaked, the robot pulled back out of her completely and sat back on its heels between her legs.

"CONTROL LOOP FAILURE, SAFETY MODE ENGAGED."

She screamed her frustration at the abrupt feeling of emptiness and ruined orgasm so tight on the heels of such a good one.

"Fuck, that sucked." Carla tried to catch her breath. "Mk1, go stand in the corner."

"COMMAND UNCLEAR, PLEASE RESTATE."

She pushed it off the bed with her foot, the basic inverse kinematics keeping it stable as it shifted to the floor. At least that was still working.

"Walk forward four paces, turn forty-five degrees clockwise, walk two more paces, then go into standby mode."

Carla pulled at Felix's shirt, trying to get it off over his head while he tried to hold on to his clipboard.

"Are you going to take notes, or are you going to fuck me? The Mk1 clearly isn't up to the task yet."

He froze, then tossed his clipboard aside. They kissed as he fumbled his pants off. He was inside of her seconds later, rock hard. They'd fantasized together about being with other people, but never wanted to make it a reality. The fantasy was hot, real people was too far for both of them. When they'd been working on the Mk1 together, Carla had suggested a little side project. Felix clearly really got off on seeing her with it, he was rock hard.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me." Carla rocked her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She held his gaze, urging him on. Within minutes, he had her back at the edge, years of being together had taught him exactly what she liked. She held herself there, holding back, waiting for him.

"Cum in me, fill me, yes, YES!" Carla felt Felix stiffen inside of her and then warmth flooded her. She let go and screamed his name as she came, "Felix, Felix, Felix!"

When he collapsed on top of her, she stroked his back. He was still inside of her, and she could still feel the occasional twitch of his cock.

"Of course! There was no path from the 'partner orgasm occurring' state into the 'partner orgasm starting' state! God damnit, I forgot to account for multiple orgasms in quick succession. Fuck."

Felix kissed her, muffling her last word. He pushed up on his hands, hovering over her, still inside. "The tensor farm should be done testing the latest model by 8pm. If this one is all green, we can probably have it installed by 10 and give it another shot with the AI this time."

"I'll rewire the state machine for the control loop in case there's any red tests still."

This had been their sex life for the last couple of months, since they started the project to build the ultimate sex bot. After, often with Felix still inside of her, they'd discuss ideas about what they could change, or features they had to have. This was the first time after a field test though.

"Did you like watching me with it?"

"Oh yes. God damn, that was hot."

"Would you ever want to try it? Both cocks are self lubricating, you know."

"Mmm, maybe. I want to see if we can get a threesome mode working first though."

After dinner they guided the bot back onto its stand in the basement workshop with a dozen cables leading to various parts to extract telemetry, recharge, and provide data connections for reprogramming. Carla was getting distracted trying to rewire the state machine, each possible transition suddenly causing both real and imagined sense memories. Felix looked tastier and tastier as she worked. He was futzing with parameters, rerunning partial tests on subsystems. The tests had all been green, but he'd had ideas to get everything optimized before their first live test.

By 2am, they had the first version of Felix's AI uploaded to the Mk1. She and Felix had curated a lot of videos from Pornhub over the last couple of months, finding performances they liked. Lots of hotwife scenes and threesomes, some bisexual stuff, but mostly relatively vanilla scenes. Carla had added some scenes where the male performer was a bit more rough than Felix was comfortable with doing himself, spanking and pinning wrists above heads. For vocal interactions, they'd retrained a large language model on erotica and textual descriptions of the scenes in the porn videos, generated by an off the shelf accessibility AI.

There wasn't any actual universal intelligence in the robot of course. This was a sexy version of an AI chat bot that most phones had built in now, combined with a convoluted control loop for its physical interactions. Simply a very clever way of giving the impression that something was smart, when really all it was doing was basic pattern recognition based on a predefined dataset.

"Want to give it a shot?" Felix asked, but Carla shook her head.

"I want you, not the bot."

Shutting the bot down for the night, Carla drew Felix upstairs back to their bedroom. As they made love, they teased each other with all the amazing things they'd do with the robot tomorrow and in the weeks to come.

The next weekend, Carla really had to admit Felix had been right. Her control loop version of the robot's software was good. It got her off just fine, but it was impersonal. As its designer, she had a hard time focusing on herself as she felt it roll into new control regimes. The AI felt much more human. He looked at you, used his hands for more than balance, and even showed some imperfections in his motions. He got (artificially) winded, slipped out, fell over, all the things a real human partner would do. The experience was so much more realistic, she sometimes forgot it was a robot fucking her if she couldn't see him.

She sat at her desk in their upstairs office now, working on the more serious portion of her research. They had run a series of strength and dexterity tests that afternoon, characterizing the robot's ability to maintain precision while assert force at different levels, and she was processing the data. Felix was downstairs in the lab, tinkering with parameters and adjusting the training data for the next version of the AI.

Carla heard the neighbor plug in his bass guitar, the amp turned way up. She muttered under her breath about people not respecting their tools. Didn't he know he could damage the speaker like that? The noise wasn't too bad, but listening to Seven Nation Army played by a spirited amateur over and over again didn't really appeal either. Her noise cancelling headphones were in the basement with Felix though, so for now she'd just suffer through.

Her phone beeped halfway through the neighbor's warmup.

Felix: Robot reacting to bass music. Carla: "music" Felix: He's getting better. Anyway:

The next message was the robot's dick, the biomorphic one, clearly at half mast.

Carla: Is he on? Felix: in standby Carla: Odd. Sensors recording? Felix: Yup, caught it before the buffer flushed. AI parameter log too. Carla: nice

Before she could really get back into her work, the neighbor finished Seven Nation Army. The next tune he played was the Pornhub sting. She almost spat out her drink. He did a pretty good version, though the lack of drums made it not quite perfect.

Before she could get back into her work, Felix yelled from down in the basement.

"Carla, come take a look at this!"

The Mk1 was standing in its alcove, still docked to all the various wires and cables. Felix was standing in front of it, studying the biomorphic cock. It was throbbing like a real one would.

"Remember how it was at half mast during the first song the neighbor was playing? Despite it being in standby? I think I figured out the reason."

The neighbor, who had just finished House of the Rising Sun, chose that moment to play another couple of Pornhub opening stingers. The Mk1 responded, humping the air slightly, his cock throbbing.

"You didn't cut out the intros on the training data so—"

"— now every time it hears bass music, and the Pornhub riff in particular, it gets aroused. It's still in standby, it's barely drawing current, but there's enough residual charge in the artificial muscle fibers for, well, this." He gestured at the robot's midsection, still rocking back and forth.

"Aren't the tensor cores supposed to be off?" Carla watched a slow drop of lubricant fall from the tip of the twitching robot cock.

Felix shook his head, "Some stay on to parse voice commands."

She reached out, touching the silicone cock. It was slick, the lubricant dispensers clearly activated. It was interesting to see that it was apparently simulating precum as well, despite that not necessarily being the focus of their training data. The artificial dick twitched at her touch, and she grasped it firmly, stroking up and down. A slow trickle of fake cum was leaking out the tip now, covering her hand.

"So we're thinking bass guitar is a robo-aphrodisiac then? Because you trained it on videos with Pornhub intros?"

"Mm-hmm."

"That's hilarious."

"And means I have to remove the intro from over fifteen hundred videos, and then retrain and retest the entire model." Felix sighed heavily. "Again."

"There's an ffmpeg command for that, surely."

"The trimming, sure."

Carla kept stroking the robot's cock, watching the artificial foreskin slide back and forth over the head.

"Seems like a shame to waste this though. It really shouldn't be erect out in the open air for too long, it's designed with the idea of at least some counter pressure. Also, it would be a shame to not gather some extra data. It might be interesting to have a robo-aphrodisiac function, though maybe something more specific that won't just trigger if someone forgets to unplug their Bluetooth speaker when they're going to rub one out."

Felix grinned at her, then nodded.

Carla pulled her sweat pants and top off, standing naked in front of the mechanical man. "Mk1, wake up."

The Mk1 went through his wakeup sequence, part mandated by technology, part for show because they were both massive nerds. The cables, mostly plugged in along his arms and back, ejected and retracted into the alcove like Neo waking up in the real world for the first time. The sound effect of Seven of Nine's alcove powering down at the end of her regeneration cycle played, and Mk1 took a single step forward.

"Hello Carla, nice to see you again. What would you like to do today?"

Felix had campaigned long and hard for the robot to say "Please state the nature of the sexual emergency" but eventually she had put her foot down. The chances of that ending up in a version they showed off at their defense were too high, and while Robert Picardo could get it, the Doctor was a bit too acerbic for her tastes.

She walked over to the mattress they kept in the basement for quick tests, standing at the foot. She was in the mood for something a bit more rough than just the vanilla stuff they'd tried with the bot so far, and this heightened state it was operating in seemed to be a perfect opportunity to try that out.

"Take me. Be a little rough."

Before, he'd always asked for confirmation before initiating anything sexual. It hadn't been hardwired, but the AI training data was heavily incentivized towards asking consent first. This time though, with three long, powerful strides he was inches away from her. The intensity of his movements were a little scary, but she had the utmost faith in her and Felix's work. Still, she took a half step back reflexively.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Felix asked.

Carla stood staring at the Mk1, transfixed by his gaze. She knew it was just servos and cameras and tensor cores running a neural network, there was nothing there, but she still couldn't look away.

"I need this," Carla whispered.

With that, Mk1 took one more step, pushing her over and onto the mattress. He guided her down as they tumbled, cushioning her fall a little and making sure her head didn't hit the ground, but it was still an intense experience.

Decided to fight a little, she tried to push him off. He gathered her wrists in one hand and effortlessly pinned her arms above her head.

"Pause," Carla said.

Immediately, the Mk1 froze. He still held her, but the pressure on her wrists was lower, and he held all his weight off of her.

"Good, that still works just fine. Resume."

The intensity the Mk1 showed was unreal. She'd enjoyed him before, but with this added level of robotic arousal added on top, she could finally completely lose herself in the act. There was no room for thinking about kinematics and control loops, muscle fiber force limits, defects, or additions to the training data. There was no worry about her partner's pleasure, no anxiety for her own performance. All that was there was her own pleasure, pure and uncomplicated.

She fantasized about a future where a Mk2 and Mk3 could join in with the Mk1, taking turns getting her off, letting them recharge and refuel in shifts as they spent an entire day teasing her from orgasm to orgasm.

Mk1's synthesized voice, indistinguishable from human despite being produced by a speaker rather than a voice box, let her know how good this felt for him. All artificial of course, but so necessary for a realistic experience. Soft moans, grunts, little gasps. Even simulated breathing growing shorter as he exerted himself. It had still sounded artificial to her previously, but now it just went straight to the pleasure center of her brain, letting her enjoy the moment even more. She came, crying out as he whispered her name in her ear.

Just as her wrists were beginning to hurt, he shifted, pulling her legs up against his chest. The new position let him reach new and interesting places inside of her, the intentional curve she'd put on his cock letting him hit her g-spot. As she approached her second orgasm of the afternoon, he started moaning louder, grunting. When she came, so did he. The twitching of his cock was entirely lifelike, his orgasm forceful enough she could feel it deep inside of her.

She lay there panting, and he emulated her, letting her bask in the moment. Felix had sat next to her on the mattress, watching her closely. She could see his erection clearly in his sweats.

"That looked intense," he said when she looked over to him.

"Oh yes. We definitely need this feature."

"Would you like to continue?" the Mk1 asked.

Carla flicked her gaze down to Felix's sweats then looked him in the eyes. "Join us?"

Felix grinned and started pulling his shirt off.

#krakentober #kinktober #robot smut #m/f #science fiction #ns/fw #abrupt ending #original smut #original fiction

[booleanean]

Day 12 - Hyperanatomy - Parasites - Farm Hand

"Motherfucker!"

Frederik stared down the front of his underpants, held away from his body with a thumb, at the tick that had bitten him not even an inch above the base of his penis. Ticks were a common enough occurrence on the farm, but this was ridiculous.

He leaned back against the tree he was using for shade for his afternoon break, and pushed his pants down far enough to expose the first inch or so of his shaft. He was glad he kept his pubic hair shaved, otherwise he might not have spotted it so quickly.

Extracting it with the tick removal tool he used on the dogs, then putting a splash of moonshine on it from his flask, he squished the little shit between his two thumbnails. The rapidly evaporating alcohol felt cold on his balls. It smelled earthy and vaguely like the corn he used to brew it.

The bite throbbed a little. They usually didn't. Frederik took a swig of the moonshine, enjoying the heat as it spread through his stomach and the familiar burn in his throat. Figuring he'd earned a break for that very unfortunate placement, so he tipped his straw hat forward, made a half-assed effort to pull up his pants, and settled in for a nap.

Before he could really drift off to sleep, his cock started to hurt. Yanking his pants down, he watched in horror as his penis and balls visibly swelled in size. The sight paralyzed him, freezing him in place. His mind raced. He'd heard of tick bites causing erections that lasted for days until finally your dick fell off or something, but had always dismissed that as something that happened to people far away. Here on the ranch, the worst that ever happened from a tick bite was a mild infection, not really that much worse than a mosquito bite.

Besides, all the stories he'd heard were of normal erections. His cock wasn't hard, he was too panicked for that, but it was already twice the size of his normal erection. It lay heavy against his thigh. His balls, also easily twice their original size, sagged until they rested on the ground. At the same time, the skin on his cock was changing, darkening in patches, turning bright pink in others. He watched in horror as the head of his cock seemed to grow flush with the shaft. His circumcision scar receded up the shaft, then faded and rippled. The head was flattening too, changing shape. A ring of skin formed around the base, hairless, thick and leathery.

A sense of dread enveloped him as he recognized what his cock was turning into. He'd been around enough horses to recognize the medial ring forming, see how the sheath was bunching up, and recognize the shape of the head even flaccid. It hurt like a motherfucker still, but he couldn't pull his eyes away, let alone move. Part of him was desperately praying to any god he could even remotely believe in that he wasn't turning into a horse entirely, or even that this was just a weird nightmare. Maybe someone spiked his moonshine with something hallucinogenic?

When the pain spread to his lower abdomen and anus, he really started to panic. He scrabbled to expose more of his skin, felt around his tailbone to see if he was sprouting something there, but everything remained smooth and human. The changing skin had marched up into where his pubic hair would grow, but had halted at the top of his pelvis a while ago, blending smoothly back into his own human skin.

The pain started to subside a little when his cock reached his knee. It lay in the grass between his legs, soft and wrinkly, about as extended as a horse's would be when pissing. The sight was surreal and horrifying, but with the pain now gone his panic started to subside. Looking at his watch, the entire ordeal from bite to now had taken about twenty minutes, the last ten of which had been agony. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and gingerly touched his cock.

He could still feel the touch just as well as he had on his own cock. Or his previous cock? The human version of his cock? That was a relief at least, he'd been worried he wouldn't be able to feel anything. The situation should be freaking him out way more than it was, but the big swig of moonshine he'd had just before this all happened was starting to buzz pleasantly around his mind.

Frederik watched in astonishment as his cock retracted into the sheath. Where the heck was it all going? Maybe that had been the pain in his abdomen, his internals shifting about to accommodate… At least with it retracted, he might have a chance to pull his pants back on.

Fitting his balls, almost the size of coconuts now, back into his jeans was a struggle. At least they were proper loose fitting ones, skinny jeans had no place on a working farm. He texted his boss that he had to go home early for personal reasons, receiving just a thumbs-up emoji. Jack didn't give a shit most of the time, luckily. He knew the work would get done. Good boss.

"You're home early, everything okay?" His wife Loretta was putting her breakfast plate in the dishwasher as he walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a robe and her hair was still damp from her shower. She worked as a nurse and was on a night shift rotation right now.

Seeing her formed a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach.

"I uh… Can we talk?"

"Did you get fired?"

He shook his head. "I got bit by a tick and something happened."

"Do we need to go to the ER?"

"Just listen for a sec, okay?"

Loretta pulled out her chair and sat opposite Fred, her hands folded in front of her.

"So this tick, right? It bit me right above the cock."

Loretta's suppressed smirk hurt a little, but then most male genital distress made her laugh out loud. She'd almost pissed herself laughing when he caught a football to the nuts last year.

"I took it out, but like… I got this intense pain in my cock and balls and — this is going to sound fake, but I swear to god it's real — they started changing."

"Your balls started changing, and you're not in the ER."

"I was freaking the fuck out but I couldn't move… and then well—"

Loretta got up and walked around the table, hauling him to his feet. Her robe hung open a little, giving him an enticing flash of her breasts and shock of dark pubic hair. She roughly undid his belt, button, and zipper, and yanked his pants down around his ankles.

"Hey!"

Loretta ignored his protests, and pulled his boxers down as well, then burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, you ass, you actually had me worried! Did Jack put you up to this? Where'd you get a horse sheath prosthetic?! How much did this thing cost!" She poked at it with a fingernail. "Feels pretty lifelike."

"Hey, that hurts!"

"Stop joking around, Freddy. You got me good, now take it off."

"It's not a prosthetic! I told you, the tick—"

Loretta started pulling at the skin of his sheath, trying to pull it off. It hurt, but at the same time the sight of his wife messing with his cock was doing things to him as well. He felt a stirring inside of him, and slowly his cock began to swell.

"Holy shit, this is impressive work." Loretta knelt down properly instead of just crouching, examining it closer.

She examined the edge smooth blending of the different skin where his horse cock merged with his human stomach, trying to smudge makeup with a saliva-wetted thumb, or find where the prosthetic was glued on. She hefted one of his balls, and dropped it again when the skin retracted in response to the touch.

"Wait, you're not joking? Jesus Christ, Fred." Loretta never took the Lord's name in vain. "What the fuck."

She took his slowly swelling cock in one hand, hefting its already formidable weight. Her hand on his still mostly flaccid member felt good, better than it had on his own cock. Despite his heart and body not being designed to handle a tool of this absolute heft, it grew in strong spurts. Before long, it was too big for Loretta to fit in one hand, so she wrapped a second hand around it. It was already bigger than at the farm, not really grown since then, just more erect.

"Does it— does it hurt?"

Fred shook his head. "It hurt like a bitch when it was changing, but now it just feels like a part of me." He explained what happened in more detail, and how it had felt.

She stroked it a little more firmly as he spoke.

"Mmm, that feels good actually."

Despite it being his own flesh, there was something incredibly lewd and taboo about seeing his wife of fifteen years stroking what looked exactly like a horse's cock. It was fully erect now, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

Loretta was transfixed by his transformed member. Her look of wonder went a long way to making him feel less like a freak show. She tentatively licked the very tip, the touch sending a shock of pleasure up the long shaft. Loretta was totally absorbed in his cock, stroking the entire length with both hands as her tongue played around the extra sensitive head. The impossibility of it fitting in her mouth was oddly enticing. He loved blowjobs, but the sight of massive cock covering Loretta's entire face made up for the lack.

"Bedroom?" he asked tentatively.

Loretta got up, holding on to his cock with one hand and pulled him to the other room, using it as a leash. In the bedroom, she let her robe drop and let herself fall backwards onto the mattress. He climbed up, straddling her with his balls resting on her lower abdomen. His cock extended before him, between her breasts and all the way to her chin.

"Oh god, it's so big." Loretta's voice was filled with a combination of lust and dread.

She stroked the length again, then squeezed it between her breasts. They were large enough to cover the shaft easily.

"Oh god, Loretta, that feels so fucking good."

She craned her neck, licking the tip. Fred closed his eyes and moaned. This felt like absolute heaven. He loved fucking her tits, and this just let him feel more of them wrapped around him. The added blowjob, or as near as was possible with his cock gigantic as it was, was driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

"God, I wish I could take all of it in my cunt. You think that tick would transform me too? God damn, I love how big it is. Maybe if we get some toys, I can work my way up… I've seen some videos. Would you like that? Helping me stretch my cunt so you can fit inside me? I've always wondered what horse cock would feel like, and now— I want you so badly, Freddy. Those balls must contain a gallon of cum, I need it so badly."

"Oh fuck," Fred moaned. Loretta's dirty talk always got him going, but now… She wanted to take all of him, every inch, every foot. He felt his orgasm approach, felt it would be a big one. The head of his cock flared wide, easily twice as wide as the rest of the shaft. "Get ready."

"Oh yes, cum for me Freddy, cover me. I want it on my face, on my tits. Hose me down with that monster."

"FUUUUUCK!" Fred bellowed.

The first shot hit Loretta straight in the face. It was so voluminous that it splattered all over, covering the pillows, bed sheet, and her tits. Fred could feel the second shot build and pulled back as fast as he could, the feeling of his cock sliding between her cum slick tits overwhelmingly good. The second shot was just as violent, splashing out from between her breasts and onto her neck.

Loretta spluttered and moaned through it, arching her back, which pressed her stomach against his twitching balls. The next few shots weren't quite as violent, but the volume was overwhelming still. It got everywhere. Loretta was soaked from sternum up, and it was soaking into the sheets.

Fred felt light headed, and felt a powerful thirst building. Loretta was running her hands up and down her body, gathering up his massive load of cum and spreading it even further. Her hips were writhing.

"Oh god, there's so much, fuck yes." He could hear how turned on she was, her voice thick with it.

He sat back, catching his breath. He burned to go get something to drink, felt faint, but instead he watched as his wife took his cum and tasted it. His cock deflated, retracting quickly, his body unable to spare the fluid to keep it erect right now.

"Oh fuck, it tastes so good. Different than before."

Her cum slick fingers slid down and into herself, then circled her clit. She loved to play with his cum, usually getting herself off rubbing her clit and using it as lube, but there was an animalistic passion about her now that was a huge turn-on.

"Sorry love, I'm so thirsty. I need water."

"Yes, hydrate, I'll be fine. Oh fuck it feels so good." Loretta was rubbing herself faster and faster as Fred stumbled into the bathroom. He drank straight from the tap, gulping down in minutes more than he'd ever drank in a day. He felt himself stabilize almost immediately, his balance returning. Loretta cried out in the next room as she came. He drank another half dozen huge mouthfuls and went back to the bedroom.

His wife lay panting on soaked sheets. He was glad they had a cover on the mattress, he could see his cum pooling around her. Loretta squirted occasionally, so they just kept a water proof liner on all the time. He grabbed a couple of towels from the back of the bathroom door and helped her soak some of the cum up, then laid down next to her. They both desperately needed a shower.

"Holy crap, Freddy."

"Right?"

"I can't wait to take you inside." She hummed contentedly and rubbed herself idly.

"So you're not upset?"

"No, no, I love it." Her free hand rested on his thigh.

"Are you satisfied for now, or would you like me to go down on you?"

"Fingers first."

Frederik gathered himself, shifting his weight. He kissed her, tasting an unfamiliar but not bad taste on her lips. Was this what horse cum tasted like?

"Oh, that's beginning to sting a little." Loretta said.

Fred moved, sitting between her legs. Her pubic hair blocked some of the view, but it was thin enough on her labia that he could see the color of the skin shift as it had with him.

"Uh, honey… I think this might be contagious."

Her labia were swelling visibly, lengthening and getting wrinkly.

"Oh, that's a bad cramp." Loretta winced and held a hand on her abdomen.

"We should go to the hospital."

"And show everyone I work with my new horse cunt? No way, buster. You were fine, I'll be fine too. Besides, I meant it when I wanted that thing inside of me, maybe now— This really smarts, huh?"

"Are you sure? Maybe doctor Hillard—"

"Scott is a quack, I wouldn't trust him to prescribe aspirin. Besides, you said this took twenty minutes, it'll be done by the time we get halfway there."

"Do you need a Tylenol or something?"

Loretta shook her head. "Just be here with me, it's no worse than a bad period."

"Hot water bottle then?"

"Just shut up and cuddle."

They lay together as Loretta calmly described what she was feeling. Her pain crawled up her abdomen and stomach, organs shifting and lengthening. They used her phone's selfie camera to watch what was happening. Her labia grew leathery and smooth, the sparse hair falling out. The skin darkened and her clit grew to the size of the head of his former penis even as it drew deeper inside, more protected. Her anus changed too, the ring growing more defined and larger, pushing her cheeks apart a little.

Curious, they looked at Fred's anus, which had changed too. He hadn't even thought to look. Loretta teased him that maybe this wasn't a horse cock but a donkey's, which would make him a real ass just as she always thought.

The line where her darkened and changed skin ended was lower on her, down well below her waist and just barely above the start of her new labia, slightly higher up her abdomen than the original had been.

"The pain is fading," Loretta said about half an hour later.

"This really doesn't bother you, huh?"

Loretta shook her head. "I've fantasized about horse cock before. One of those impossible, unobtainable fantasies, but still one of my favorites. I'd never with a real horse of course, it's immoral not to mention incredibly dangerous. But if you've got one—" She squeezed his hand. "It's not like I'm sleeping with anyone else, right?"

Fred felt touched, despite the incredible weirdness of the moment. This entire day had been bizarre beyond words, but at least now it was weird with his favorite person. Her calm acceptance of all of this made him feel much more okay as well, letting go of an anxiety and weird shame he hadn't realized he was holding on to.

"I love you," Fred said.

"I love you too." Loretta's tone was flat, a simple statement of bone-deep fact that no impassioned declaration could match for intensity.

"So that's about as bad as period pains are? And then for days instead of just half an hour?"

"Mm-hmm. Usually a little less bad, but I've had worse too."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry."

"Eh, I'm used to it."

He kissed the top of her head as she laid curled up against him.

"You mentioned something about fingers earlier?" She used the whispering tone reserved for the bedroom. "I'm eager to take this new set of kit for a spin."

"I should wash my hands, I just got back from the farm."

He got up, stripped off the last of his clothes, washed his hands, then on a silly whim washed his arm up past the elbow. Back in the bedroom, Loretta had spread some towels for them to lay on.

Watching her walk around, there wasn't really anything different about her. Shadow and pubic chair hid the changes to her anatomy well, where he might have to start wearing baggier pants. What was he going to tell work tomorrow?

The thought fled his mind as Loretta lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. His eyes locked on her cunt, he walked forward like a man possessed, crawling between her legs. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue parting her new, firmer lips. She tasted amazing, the same but different, stronger. Pushing his tongue deeper, he licked bottom to top, finishing at her clit. He circled the much bigger bundle of nerve endings, and she moaned in response.

"Ho shit, that's intense!"

Fred could just hum in response, licking and sucking to his heart's content.

"Fingers, please—"

He slid two fingers inside, then at her urging three, then his entire hand. Loretta was soaking wet, and easily accommodated his hand.

"Deeper, yes. Just keep going."

Fred felt his cock stir at the sight of his hand entirely inside his wife. He pushed a little deeper, not wanting to hurt her, then pulled back slowly. She had other ideas though, and grabbed his arm as close to the elbow as she could reach and pulled it all the way inside.

"Keep going deeper, yes, fuck, oh god."

Half his lower arm was inside of her now, and he just kept sliding deeper. He almost got to his elbow when he bottomed out.

At her direction, Fred started to move back and forth, faster and faster. Her reaction was intense. Loretta grunted and groaned, urged him on as he fisted her deeper than any unmodified human could ever hope to achieve. Feeling her muscles contract around his entire arm was wild, the heat of her body intense.

"Oh god, I'm going to— yes, yes, yes, YES, FREDDY YES DON'T STOP!"

Her scream of ecstasy was ear splitting in their small bedroom. He kept moving his arm, punching into her deep then pulling almost all the way back. She shuddered through a second, smaller orgasm before she pushed his hand back and out of her, then pulled him up.

He was fully erect again, twitching in the air. She guided him in. The sensation of being enveloped went on and on as he sank into her, inch after inch, foot after foot. His cock reached up past his own sternum, surely it much reach as far inside of Loretta as well? To his great astonishment, he managed to fit every single inch of him inside of his wife, his pelvis pressed against her as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Fuck me, baby."

He started with short strokes, but soon went faster, deeper, longer. He pushed up on his hands and knees to get a better angle, Loretta letting her legs fall to her side again. Then he pushed up on his toes and moved his entire body. The motion must look comical, and he was suddenly glad they didn't have any mirrors in the bedroom, but finally he managed a full stroke. The sensation was amazing, pulling back with wanton abandon then slamming back inside until his balls slammed against her ass and the bed.

Loretta grabbed at his arms, lost in the raw power of the sensations she must be experiencing. Fred's grasp on sanity was flimsy at best, only the instinctual necessity to keep moving keeping him present. His wife's cries of pleasure urged him on, faster, harder. Thought fled, condensing the world down to the simple necessity of motion and bringing the other and the self pleasure.

With an almighty roar, Fred buried himself as deep as he would go, slamming into Loretta. The force of his orgasm, uncharacteristically close to his last, overwhelmed him and he collapsed on top of her as his cock twitched, leaving another massive load inside of his love.

"Yes, inside, inside, all of it inside," Loretta whispered as she clung to him, holding him tight to her again with her legs.

He kissed her through the last shuddering breaths of orgasm, feeling her shiver each time he twitched inside of her. They lay together long after, his cock staying hard enough to stay inside for a long time. At least his stamina wasn't horse-like, they were usually done after three thrusts and back to eating grass before their semen was done leaking out of their partner.

When it was finally time to pull out, the normal cum towel they kept by the bed wasn't even remotely enough. It rushed out of Loretta overwhelming the towel and flowing around onto the extra towels on the bed.

"Holy moly Fred, we're going to have to start having sex over the toilet at this rate. Or install a drain on the bed."

Fred grinned. "Shower sex could be nice. Or just outside in the barn."

Loretta mimed throwing something at him, but had a massive grin on her face.

"Come on, you ass, get in the shower. I'll join you as soon as I throw this mess in the washer."

#krakentober #kinktober #ns/fw #transformation #partial transformation #animal genitalia on humans #hyperanatomy #hypercum #cumplay #original smut #original fiction

[booleanean]

Day 5 - Predator & Prey - Hypnosis

"You're sure you want to do this?" Lara asked for the fourteenth time.

"Yes, love, I'm sure," you reply.

"I know this is my fantasy, I don't want you to feel pressure to—"

You place a digit over her lips, breaking her off mid sentence. She wrinkles her nose, your fur tickling her sensitive predator nose.

You pull your finger away and press your lips against Lara's. "I told you, I like role reversals. I just need a little help to overcome instinct, that's all."

She smooths your ears back. No one but your wolf love gets to touch them, of course. Bunnies hate having their ears touched, but when she does it…

Her long snout presses against you. Your much shorter tongue plays over her long canines, and you feel a familiar heat building inside. A need to feel that tongue elsewhere, to feel those teeth at your throat, a micron away from drawing blood as you scream her name in ecstasy.

"Oh no, you're not going to get away with distracting me like that, Lara. Let's get started."

You push her away gently and sit back down on the edge of the bed. Lara tells you to close your eyes and listen to the sound of her voice. You can hear the slight tremble of anticipation, but soon lose yourself in her soothing tone. You drift in an ocean of nothingness, feeling your body dissolve. You hover on the edge of annihilation, a familiar place the two of you visit together often, but never before for this.

You listen to her instructions, carefully crafted together over weeks and months of anticipation-building planning and fantasizing together. No drawing blood, don't involve others, the hunt ends at sunrise. More rules and instructions, all designed to help you overcome your prey instincts, to embody the predator so she could help satisfy her wolf's need to be the prey.

"When the alarm rings, you'll wake up and hunt me down."

You float in emptiness, your body feeling a soft kiss on the top of your head, then hearing the door click shut and soft wolf paws padding down the hallway. The outer door opens and closes, and you her Lara move down the garden path, the stone shifting under her weight. You lose track of her as she moves down the lane, not even your bunny ears being able to pick up on her movements over the general noise of nature outside.

Emptiness is shattered when your phone beeps. Along with the noise, a terrifying hunger fills you. A need so strong it drives away conscious thought, a need to find your love and make her yours. You sniff the air, though you can't smell well enough to pick up her scent. Instead, you focus on what you can do well. In one leap, you're at the door, then through, and at the back door with two more. You barely hit the path as you leap over the back gate, then down the suburban street in the direction you heard your love go.

You greet Mrs. Sandoval as you sprint past out into the wilderness just outside the village. Her puzzled gaze on your back doesn't bother you like it would normally, your high natural anxiety suppressed today. The light is failing, but then you never rely much on your eyesight anyway.

You pause in the middle of the field behind Mrs. Sandoval's house, listening, straining to hear the slightest noise. There. A different rustle to the grass. You leap away, three long bounds bringing you to where the sound is subtly different. Lara's top. You bring it to your face, smelling her perfume, her fur, and the underlying scent of predator underneath it all. Normally, that scent sends a wicked thrill down your spine. The sensation of danger barely tamed, of a roaring fire in the backyard, a sword sheathed, a wolf full of fresh meat. Today, it fuels your need to hunt.

You tear off your own top. It feels restrictive all of a sudden. Your pants follow, and you stand naked in the field, covered only by your fur like nature intended. Your love talks about this sometimes, describing the burning need to return to nature, to be one with the plains and the forests, to live off what you can catch or die trying, to find your pack and let yourself be subsumed by them.

A twig breaking far away snaps your attention to a spot hundreds of meters away, innate prey reflexes serving the hunter well. Your natural hesitation is gone, your love's hypnosis holding it at bay for a day. You're twenty meters from where Lara left her top by the time it hits the ground again, and another ten before it settles. Without the burning instinct to zig-zag, without the need to throw off your pursuer, you rely on your straight line speed to find your prey. Long legs propel you forward, your arms barely steadying your breakneck rush through the tall grass. The wind of your flight rushes through your fur.

This is exhilarating. You don't feel the need to protect yourself, to stay to the safe places, run along walls. All that is unnecessary in modern society, prey and predators having made peace centuries ago, but instinct is hard to break for long. You relish the sensation of power this gives you, the freedom to go anywhere and fear nothing.

You barely pause when you reach spot where Lara broke the twig. You know it was her deep, deep down. You leap, pushing off a tree's trunk mid-air then onto a large branch, perching like a raptor. You close your eyes and slowly move your ears, fanning across the forest in a slow circle. The world reduces to sound, your domain.

There. Almost imperceptible at this distance, but you hear rustling. A large body moving through the undergrowth, breathing hard. Now that you know where to focus, you can hear what plants Lara's moving through. She's naked like you, her pants discarded along the way, the need to flee bringing out the animal inside, making clothing superfluous and uncomfortable. She's on all fours, almost as fast as you are, sprinting away at an angle, though in a straight line. Despite her need to be hunted, still the predator, thinking only of speed.

You feel the land, see the familiar glades and streams you explored as a child, that you showed Lara when you moved into your house barely a stone's throw away from your parents. Lara runs through them, past where you had a picnic on your first anniversary, then leaping across what was a mighty river to you and your siblings, but in reality is just a small creak.

If you run now, angle the right way— Yes, this is where you meet. You leap down and set off sprinting. The cold late October night air cools you, sweat refusing to even soak into your fur as the wind of your rush evaporates it faster than it can form. You're gaining on Lara, your deep, pervasive hunger building.

You leap from fallen trunk to hillock, past a feral badger's den. You burst into a field, sprinting along the edge of the forest at a speed most other mammals, feral or not, can only dream of. Lara is close, but she's running upwind. You catch a glimpse of silver fur, a white tuft on the end of her tail. She whines and yelps as she finally notices you so close, a panicked noise that goes straight to the pleasure center of your brain. Soon, you'll catch her and taste her, claim her as yours and only yours.

You hear her panting, close to exhaustion. A pack hunter, used to having the option to fall back as her packmates take chase. You're built to run for your life, the only option freedom or death. Now, the only option is success, catching your prey, tackling her to the ground, making her yours.

Lara stumbles, her attention split between the path and you, the unfamiliar terrain leaving her at a disadvantage. You leap, missing her by centimeters, your soft paws, made for digging, brushing the tip of her tail as she finds her feet and darts away. Her greater mass gives her the disadvantage, and you're on top of her in two leaps. Had the roles been reversed, the failed attempt to tackle would've let you escape. Your agility works in your advantage, and the two of you connect and tumble through the soft leaves covering the forest floor.

Lara's out of breath, panting wildly as you pin her to the ground. She weighs easily twice what you do, and is three times as strong, but in the frame of mind she's in, she's lost.

"Caught you." You move closer, and kiss her neck, right over her carotid. Her fur is damp with her sweat, the smell of exertion fueling your lust. The feeling of confronted fear that you normally have at smelling your predator lover so close by is absent. Instead, the smell gives you an even stronger confidence, a sense of accomplishment. You completed your first hunt, and now it's time to claim your prize. Your fingers close around her wrists, holding them above her head.

She is yours to do with as you please, at your mercy. You waver between going down on her, and pushing her snout between your legs. The need to consume wins out, and you move down. You can smell her heat, the moment for this hunt picked on purpose to coincide with it. The two of you fuck like rabbits all the time, but when your love is in heat there is an extra edge that drives you wild.

Her fur tickles your nose as you go down on her. She is delicious on your tongue, all the more for being your prize for your successful hunt. The feeling of power this gives is intoxicating, and your head swims with more than the taste and smell of her.

She writes, play-struggling, whispering soft encouragements you don't need but still enjoy as you dig deep with your tongue. Her anatomy, so different from your own yet so familiar, brings you even more pleasure than you're used to.

When she climaxes, she howls involuntarily, filling the cold night air. The sounds usually sends a delicious tremor of fear through you, but today you throw your head back and join her. The sound is unfamiliar in your throat, but feels so right in the moment. The connection with your love is intense, a fresh bond impossible to break.

You move up, positioning yourself over her snout. Her long tongue snakes out, slipping inside effortlessly. The chase has left your body burning hot, the success releasing massive quantities of endorphins. Her tongue on you feels good beyond description. You can feel her need to thank you for showing mercy, for not consuming her utterly, tearing her limb from limb and devouring her wholesale, bones and all.

Her tongue probes so deeply, finding spots inside yourself you didn't know existed before you met her. Her strong paws steady you as you give yourself over to her, not in the usual surrender, but knowing as the predator your prey will do nothing but please you now that she is caught.

You stroke her hair, her pointed ears so incredibly soft under your fingers. Her breath is short, her nose bent and pressed against you as her tongue shows you what pleasure is really like. You howl as you cum, Lara's muffled response trembling through you as she fights instinct to keep your orgasm going.

After, Lara lays in your arms. Standing upright, she overtops you by a head even counting your ears, but today she's curled up against you, using your arm as a pillow as you scratch behind her ear idly. She's content, satisfied in ways you haven't felt her in a long time. You care for her like she cares for you after a particularly intense session, telling her you love her, telling her how much she means to you, that she is a good girl and has pleased you. She lets out soft, contented grunts, a dog happy that she has pleased her master.

You drift off to sleep not long after you hear her snoring, exhausted the chase and your lovemaking.

When the dawn comes, you start awake. You're not at home. Where are you? Is there danger? Before you can assess anything, you feel your wolf's arms around you. With her, you know you are safe regardless of where you are, and you curl back into her arms. A hint of the hypnosis remains, a confidence regained now that you're awake.

"I really enjoyed hunting you," you whisper.

"You did so well, my love." Lara's voice is so soft, even you strain to hear her.

"Are you satisfied?" You know she is, you feel it in every move she makes, every syllable she utters.

"Oh yes. I really needed that. Thank you."

"I really enjoyed it. I want to do it again. Not now, but soon."

You feel Lara's snout press against you, a wolf's kiss for her bunny love. "I'd like that, very much."

#krakentober #kinktober #hypnosis #predator and prey #lagomorph #canine #wolf #anthro #furry nsft #second person pov #original smut #original fiction

[booleanean]

Day 8 - Muscle Worship - Witches - Stranded Together

Hettie watched transfixed as Abby sharpened her axe, the round whetstone hissing along the steel. The last six months would've been a lot harder without Abby here, and not just because of the solitude. A tiny touch of magic kept Abby from noticing her staring.

The two of them were taking a break, Abby from chopping firewood, Hettie from gathering the few herbs she could recognize and some other edible plants.

The two of them had carved out a lovely little existence for themselves out here since the crash. Abby had built them a shelter, Hettie was slowly attuning herself to nature on the island. Without her knowledge of herbs and edible plants they wouldn't have survived a week past their rations running out.

The sun was blaring overhead. This close to the equator it was hard to escape. Abby had started out with a decent tan, but it had only deepened with all the time she spent outside, chopping wood, building shelter and then luxuries, and hunting the native pigs for food. Hettie watched in fascination as a bead of sweat rolled down Abby's bicep, curving around the well defined line as the muscle flexed.

Swish, swish, swish, followed by a pause. The axe was tested on a thumb, flipped, and the swish, swish, swish continued.

"Aren't you worried you'll wear that thing out?" Hettie asked.

"The stone? There's some volcanic rock that'll do in a pinch."

"No, the axe. That'll be hard to replace."

"The head on this thing was a sixty years old before I got it. I could chop every tree twice over on this island before it wears out."

"You're picturing her chopping down every tree on the island," Tibbers purred, rubbing against her legs. Hettie could feel the magic keeping Abby from hearing them, a gentle pressure on her skin.

"Am not."

"A familiar can tell when you're lying, Hets."

Hettie wasn't listening anymore though. Distracted, she pushed Tibbers away with one foot, waving a hand to dispel his magic. Abby was taking her shirt off. Sweat glistened on her back, the muscles rippling just beneath the skin as the shirt came off over her head. Hettie's fingers ached to trace the line each muscle made, but Abby wasn't interested in her like that.

Abby had already been attractive when they'd landed. Of average height, with short cropped ash blond hair shaved on one side, a slightly rounded face, and a cute nose. Her face had a welcoming openness, and a perpetual soft, mysterious smile. Her arms had been muscular, a hint of definition around the bicep, and relatively well developed trapezius muscles pushing through her tight t-shirts. Over the months of hard labor on the island, that light definition had grown with each passing week, until it had produced the bronze goddess standing topless in front of Hettie.

Hettie bit her lip as Abby hefted her axe. The muscles in her forearm popped, twisting around her arm. Hettie's gaze slid up, glorying in the interwoven bands of muscle around Abby's shoulder and chest, partially hidden behind shapely breasts. They were perfectly proportioned for Abby's frame. Hettie's lips ached to brush along the bronze slopes, to wrap around the nipple and tease it with her tongue.

Exerting herself magically, Hettie sped up her perception as Abby swung. Bands of muscle bulged, skin rippled, and slowly the heavy axe started its journey to the inevitable collision with the tree trunk. Hettie ached to feel those strong legs wrapped around her head as she fought to keep her tongue in place, Abby thrashing in orgasm. Abby's legs shifted, quadriceps clearly visible under her shorts. As she spun, achingly slowly in Hettie's perception, her hamstrings slid into view.

As the axe head made contact, a shockwave traveled through Abby's arms, deforming the skin and briefly obscuring the musculature. Hettie deepened her perception, seeing past the skin with her awareness, sensing bundles of muscle contract and slide, even sensing lactic acid forming and adenosine triphosphate being expended. She teetered, her actual vision darkening as she expended energy on her heightened and extrasensory perception.

The first axe blow still rang through the forest when Hettie forced herself back into her normal sensorium. She gulped for air, startled at how close she'd come to passing out.

"Are you okay?" Abby asked, her axe resting on her deliciously broad shoulder.

"Sorry, trying to sense our surroundings. I lost track of myself for a second."

Abby knew Hettie was a witch. It wasn't something she normally advertised, but during the crash she'd expended a great deal of stored magical energy to keep herself and Tibbers safe. Some instinct, or a latent attraction maybe, had made her extend her bubble of protection around Abby as well. She'd also healed some scrapes, and used her magic in many other ways around Abby, purely to survive. The fact that she was a witch didn't seem to bother Abby at all, at least.

They'd met online months ago on a travel forum, both interested in going to a particular set of atolls far from shipping lanes. Hettie needed the separation from modern society to do some delicate research into old magics, Abby was shooting a documentary on woodworking culture in distant locations. They'd agreed to share the cost for the flight and had even found a couple of adventurers who were on a simple quest to go to remote places to split the cost even further.

Hettie still regretted that she hadn't been strong enough to protect everyone on the little aircraft, but the impact on the beach had been to severe, and her power too drained from spending so much time traveling and then an entire week stuck in one of the worst concrete jungles in the Pacific. She'd seen a grand total of four trees in her time there, and was running on fumes by the time they took off.

"Be careful, okay?" Abby handed Hettie a water bottle. "I don't know what I'd do without you. We need each other to survive here."

Abby and Hettie sat around a small fire on the beach. Abby claimed the smoke warded off the insects, though Hettie knew it was actually a gentle discouragement from a spell she'd cast on their cabin. Their little camp had grown from an overturned emergency raft and some parachute fabric, to a small log cabin with an awning. Abby had even made some comfortable furniture, some chairs, a table, two beds with straw stuffed parachute mattresses.

"You think we'll ever be rescued?" Abby asked.

"I don't know. I doubt they're still looking, though maybe the cabin will show up on a satellite survey and they'll send a plane to investigate."

"Hmm."

The silence stretched, and Abby threw another couple of twigs on the fire. Tibbers lay stretched out near the fire, always looking for more heat. He purred contentedly.

"Do you miss society?" Hettie asked.

"Yes and no. I didn't have a lot of attachments back home. Showers were nice though."

"Ha, that they were. Though I'm more of a bath woman myself."

The conversation was a familiar one. They had a variation of it every handful of days, more ritual than actual conversation really. Every time, they'd pick a different thing they missed.

"I kind of miss dating." Abby sighed.

"You didn't have anyone at home?" Hettie knew the answer, they'd talked briefly about Abby's ex Alex. Their recent breakup had been the driving force for Abby to finally work on this documentary seriously.

"I never really got around to dating again after Alex left."

"He's an ass for abandoning you like that."

"Huh?"

"He left you, right?" Hettie asked.

"She. But yeah."

"She? You're gay?"

"Usually the whole 'shaved sides, lumberjack' thing tips people off. I thought you knew? Can't you sense that kind of thing with your witchy powers?"

"No!" Hettie's head swam. Abby was gay. Would she want to— No, if she wanted to she would've made a move.

"I thought the flirting might've tipped you off too." Abby shrugged.

"But your ex Alex!"

"Alexandra."

"Pat."

"…ricia."

"Tony!"

"Antonia."

"Nick!"

"Nicole."

"What about James?"

"He transitioned long after we broke up."

Hettie reexamined the last six months of her life, the interactions she'd had with Abby. The little compliments, the lingering glances, the touches on her arm, how readily she laughed at her terrible jokes… The two times Abby had taken her out to dinner in the week after they physically met.

"I am such a disaster," Hettie said, hanging her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, I thought you were just being friendly! Oh my god, you invited me up to your hotel room for coffee. And I just ordered coffee."

"I figured maybe you weren't interested, or you were straight or something."

"Nope, just a disaster bisexual."

Abby scooted closer, wrapping a strong arm around Hettie's shoulder.

"Hey, you and every other lesbian I've ever known. I've had girlfriends who barely realized we were dating when I asked them to move in with me."

Hettie turned her head to reply, but was surprised by how close Abby was. The words stuck in her throat, her lips parted. As if controlled by an invisible force, she tilted her head. It had been so long since—

The first meeting of their lips was hesitant, tentative, unsure of what the other wanted. The touch was electric, Hettie's desire exploding through her. She'd masturbated to the impossibility of this very moment countless nights alone in her bunk, and now that it was actually happening all that pent up frustration was coming out.

Hettie pulled Abby on top of her, running her hands along tight muscles she'd dreamed of caressing for months. She was heavy for her size, the weight oh so welcome. Her hands roamed over Abby's back, relishing the rippling muscles under her skin. Her butt was hard as steel, her back muscles taught.

Someone started pulling at Abby's clothes, her top flying off as she sat upright, discarded into the darkness beyond the fire. Hettie, breathing hard from the intensity of their kissing, stared at Abby's glistening muscles. The fire lit her from the front and side, emphasizing glistening sweat and sinuous lines of tensed musculature.

At the edge of her perception, she sensed Tibbers walking away. He felt amused. If that ass had known Abby was gay all along, she was going to sell him to a violin maker when they got off this island.

Abby started pulling at Hettie's top, trying to get it off. Instead of lifting and going to all the effort of removing each item of clothing individually, Hettie whispered under her breath and dismissed the manifestation of her clothing. She hadn't worn anything physical since— she couldn't actually remember, she always just pulled whatever she wanted from the Aether instead. Abby's startled grin was incredibly satisfying.

Hettie pulled at Abby's bottoms, unfortunately quite tightly anchored in the physical realm, and marveled at the other woman's strength. Muscles across her entire body popped and strained as Abby shifted to get her bottoms off as quickly as possible, Hettie's hungry hands roaming greedily.

"Sit on my face," Hettie said, pulling at Abby to no avail. The other woman was too strong to budge unless she wanted to be moved.

Abby shifted, making to sixty-nine Hettie, but Hettie held her hand, pulling her up. "Face me, I want to watch you cum."

Hettie's first taste of pussy in a year was deliriously good. She'd been fantasizing about this moment, of tasting Abby on her tongue, the entire time they'd been stranded here. Having this moment come mere minutes after they both found Hettie was bi told her that Abby had been fantasizing as well. Later, she'd take her time, tease the muscular woman until she was a whimpering pile of bones and pent up lust, but they both needed release now.

Abby leaned back a little, straight as an arrow. She tensed her muscles, a six pack showing clearly in the angled fire light. A mental whisper to the fire flared it high, sharpening shadows, making glistening highlight pop. Hettie's fingers traced the outline of Abby's six pack as she sucked Abby's clit into her mouth.

"Mmm, you like my muscles?"

"Mm-hmm."

Abby struck a classic body builder pose. She wasn't a bodybuilder, her musculature was subtle and at times hidden under a natural layer of fat, but that made the contrast all the more enticing. Hettie's hands roamed, though she never lost focus on getting Abby off.

"Oh fuck, you're good," Abby moaned.

Hettie grinned. Two hundred years of practice tended to make you good at anything you liked doing. Watching Abby forget to tense her muscles was its own reward too. She loved looking at them, but watching her friend get off was way better still.

For now, Hettie held her magic in check. There was plenty of time to explore the limits of pleasure the human body could experience, but for their first time, she wanted the au natural experience. Even without, she had Abby close within minutes. The bronze goddess on her tongue held her breath, exhaled and inhaled sharply, held her breath again. Hettie could see the tension in her stomach muscles build, her extra senses letting her observe the other woman's pleasure build and build until it couldn't anymore. Hettie kept her there, right on the edge, her extra perception making it easy.

"Oh god, so— so close—" Hettie's fingers tangled in Abby's hair, gentle despite the obvious strength in her hands.

When Abby came, Hettie moaned along with her. The release Abby experienced was massive, a full body experience threatening to wash her consciousness away. Thick bands of muscle tensed in Abby's legs, squeezing Hettie's head painfully. Through the pain Hettie focused on Abby's pleasure, making sure to draw every last scrap out of her friend. She cheated a tiny bit, extending her tongue with a trickle of magic so she could keep licking despite Abby's vice-like legs squeezing her away, not stopping until she perceived the stimulation getting to the edge of being too much.

"God damn," Abby gasped as she leaned back.

"God's got nothing to do with it, Abs."

They spent hours making each other orgasm. Hettie reveled in getting to touch Abby so freely, relished the other woman's strong fingers inside of her, squeezing her breasts, even briefly feeling them around her neck. She wondered how long it would take her to get Abby to be truly rough with her, if she was into that at all.

Her dreams were contented for the first time since crashing on the island. Lucid as always of course, but the sense of frustration that had been building since before she had boarded that dumb little plane was absent.

Hettie woke with the dawn like she had for centuries now, and lay quietly watching Abby sleep. Something about the past night had restored a strength inside of herself that she hadn't even really recognized was gone before. The world seemed more vibrant, colors popping and her extrasensory perception sharpened. She could sense the Gift in Abby now, latent, untrained, but strong. Strong enough that maybe together…

She could feel she wasn't fully recovered yet, not by a long shot. Much more debauchery would be needed before her reserves were replenished, long hours seeing what this peak of physical perfection in her arms could do to her, and what she herself could do to Abby, to get them both to ever increasing levels of ecstasy. Even longer hours of training Abby, showing her what she was and what she could do.

Hettie let her thoughts drift down into the Earth, through sand and soil and rock. At the edge of her newly reinforced perception lay a ley line. Ancient, disused, slumbering. With Abby trained and with the strength their lovemaking would bring them both, especially in this natural place, perhaps they could wake it from its slumber and use it to return home.

#krakentober #kinktober #wlw smut #witches #desert island #familiar #ns/fw #disaster bi #oblivious lesbians #muscle worship #hopeful ending #original smut #original fiction

[booleanean]

Day 6 - Shower n Bath Sex - Shapeshifting

Placeholder for Day 6. I've got most of this done, but it's for a fandom I care deeply about, and I want to spend slightly more time polishing than I have today.

Here's just a little preview.

"That pompous, good for nothing, belt buckled —" Nerys floundered, trying to find a word bad enough to describe Admiral Ross and his lack of support for their "valued ally" Bajor, "— bureaucrat. If he ever says anything that has only one interpretation, his head is going to explode."

She flung the padd she was holding across the room. It bounced off the bulkhead, nearly hitting her shrine.

"Welcome home, Nerys," Odo said as he got up from the couch.

Nerys stared him down for a second, then sighed deeply and softened her gaze. She stepped into his embrace and they kissed, his lips surprisingly smooth. Nerys was used to stubble, to firm, even forceful lips pressed against her own, but Odo was different. As a changeling, he didn't grow facial hair unless he wanted to, so he was smoother than even the most freshly shaved solid. He also had none of the ego of her previous partners. Even Antos had felt like he had something to prove, despite his lifetime of dedication to the Prophets.

#krakentober #original smut #original fiction

[booleanean]

Day 4 - Agalmatophilia - Skeletons - Abduction

Alex leaned on her broom, staring at the display model of the twelve foot skeleton. The store had closed a while ago. Terry, her asshole manager, had sent everyone else home and was doing whatever it was asshole managers did in the backroom after closing while she swept up the last of the store.

She always paused by the skeletons though. Ever since her first Halloween at the Depot, she'd been fascinated by them. That first year had been rough, she'd had to sneak to the bathroom to masturbate at least once a shift. Something about its presence and size, the alabaster lines of its collarbones, the curve of the fingers, and those long, slender legs…

Alex caught herself biting her lower lip and staring. She quickly went back to sweeping. The only reason she was taking on extra shifts, was because she was hoping she could afford one of these by the end of the season, if they had them in stock that long. Her emergency fund had been drained over the summer, and she'd had to dip into her skelly savings when her washer broke the day before they came in stock.

"Heads up!"

Terry's keys hit her in the shoulder half a second later.

"Ah, too slow. I'm heading home, lock up when you're done."

"But—" Alex protested, but Terry was already turning the corner on the next aisle and heading for the employee exit.

Terry stuck his head around the corner. "Oh, and don't worry about clocking out, I already did that for you."

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath as she heard the door slam shut behind him, the sound echoing around the empty store. A shiver went up her spine at the thought of being alone in the giant building, and having to walk back to her rickety old truck in the parking lot alone. She screamed wordlessly in defiance, cursing capitalism and managers and student loans and a terrible job market that kept her working in this dead end job way longer than she intended to.

Sighing, she rushed through sweeping up, mostly just spreading the dust around and pushing the larger bits under the racks for the next deep clean. She would've worried Terry would check the surveillance cameras tomorrow and see that she did a shitty job, but he'd left his office unlocked earlier, and she'd seen all the cameras offline. He'd cursed so loudly at the repair tech during her break, she knew they'd be out until Thursday at least.

Before she left, she stopped by the skeletons one last time. The empty store didn't feel so empty with her large, alabaster crush towering over her.

"What's a tall, handsome skeleton like you doing in a dump like this?" Alex asked, trying out her worst pickup line.

In her imagination, the skeleton laughed, then complimented her in turn. In a flash, she pictured a night of intense passion, followed by a second, then a third date at a cute bistro by the river. They dated briefly before eloping and living off the land in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies, far enough north that they never saw another soul, living or dead.

The fantasy left her feeling a little sad. It was something that could never be. The feeling reminded her of when she was little, and she'd hoped her stuffed toys would come to life to play with her. She'd been so hopeful when she watched Toy Story, and like any kid, tried to catch her toys for months after. She'd tried to reason with them too, one phrase becoming a sort of mantra against the loneliness she'd felt as a kid. She felt that same loneliness now.

"I know you're alive, but it's okay, I won't tell anyone."

The skeleton's massive head shifted, then turned towards her. Her heart pounded in her chest before she convinced herself she must've just bumped it and it was settling. She took a step back, in case it tumbled over.

"You— you know I'm alive? Bless my bones, finally someone to talk to." The skeleton spoke, it's hand moving up to scratch the back of its head.

Alex screamed at the top of her lungs, and fell back on her ass, then scrambled back.

"Wait! Wait, why are you scared! You said— Oh, fiddle and sticks, you were joking. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Please don't be afraid."

"What! How! Who?" Alex managed.

The skeleton stepped off the platform it had been set up on and crouched down, hugging its legs to its chest. It was still taller than she would be standing up.

"Don't be afraid, let me help you up." It held out a long, bony hand she felt could wrap completely around her waist, palm upturned. "I am dreadfully sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Alex's head swam. Had she hit her head hard enough to hallucinate? Was she having a stroke? Would whoever was opening tomorrow morning find her dead in a pool of her own drool? She'd heard people evacuated their bowels when they died. The indignity of being found dead in a Home Depot covered in her own excrement made her feel nauseated.

"I—," she started, but didn't even know what to say.

"This must be very confusing to you."

"Am I dying?"

The skeleton pulled its head back, still looking at her. "Eventually, all humans do. But I don't think today is your day. My name is John. My friends call me Gino."

The large skeleton sat down, folding his legs under himself. He folded his long limbs under him. The sight of a twelve foot, animated skeleton sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor of the DIY store she worked at was enough to let her get back to herself somewhat. She still wasn't convinced she wasn't currently dying, but if she was, she might as well die with a smile on her face. This was what she'd been fantasizing about after all.

She held her hand out. "Alex."

"A pleasure to meet you, Alex."

"How—" Alex started, but realized asking how someone was alive was probably very rude, especially to a twelve foot tall skeleton.

"How am I alive, and why can I talk?"

Alex blushed. "Mm-hmm."

"Hmm, well, I suppose I don't really know. Do you know why you are alive?"

"I— Hmm, I think— I guess I don't."

"As for how I can talk, all my people can talk."

"Your people?"

"You wear the colors of the Collectors, I thought you'd know."

"Collectors?"

"Ah. Well, let me start at the beginning. I'm from a secluded valley far north of here. We've had some contact with humans, but try to avoid them as much as possible. Lots of people seem to be bothered by the way we look, something to do with an unfortunate coincidental similarity between our appearance and your internal structure, I gather.

"A few years ago, a series of graverobbing incidents shook my community. Thousands of our ancestors were dug up and carted off. Year after year this continued. We only die from violence you see, and our graveyards are filled with the honored dead who gave up eternity to keep the rest of us safe. We tried to guard the graves of our fabled warriors, but the robbers — humans, dressed like you are — brought weapons. We are much larger and stronger of course, but were out-gunned and outnumbered. Many fell and were carted off along with the rest of our dead."

"Oh my god, that's terrible! I had no idea!" Alex felt terrible for wanting to buy one. How many of their dead had she helped sell? She loved convincing people to buy these skeletons, and her enthusiasm really helped her sales numbers. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"I can feel your honesty, Alex, I understand."

"So how did you get here? I thought they only took your dead?"

"I was sent to investigate, but I was caught infiltrating one of your warehouses. They managed to trap me in a net, then beat me until I lost consciousness. By the time I woke up, I was on display here. I had to stay quiet, or my cover would be blown. I thought they would beat me or kill me and sell my bones. I've been slowly recovering and waiting for a chance to escape."

"Why didn't you run away at night?"

"I tried, but the doors were locked. I couldn't force them, I'm still weak from my injuries and so hungry. I think it would set off an alarm too, and then they'd hunt me down. Besides, from what I know of your people, these stores are usually in the center of large urban areas, are they not?"

"How do you—"

"Just because we're a race of sentient skeleton people, doesn't mean we don't have basic cable, Alex."

Alex suppressed a grin. "Want to get out of here then? I've got the keys for the loading door, if you can't fit out the employee exit."

"I think I can squeeze through, but what about people outside?"

Alex thought for a second. "I've got an idea, meet me by the loading door back there in a few minutes."

That's how, fifteen minutes later, Alex was bombing down Main St. with an actual, for real, alive twelve foot tall skeleton sitting in the back of her truck. His was doing an eerily good impression of a dead load. He rocked back and forth as she made her way through town, to the small suburban house she'd inherited from her grandmother a few years after she finished college.

She managed to pull into the garage without bumping Gino's head. She helped him out of the truck bed, then pulled the truck back out into the driveway and shut the garage door. Sitting on the steps to the house, she looked at Gino sitting in the middle of her garage, surrounded by the random detritus that seemed to gather in any garage over the years.

"I cannot thank you enough, Alex. I thought I would be stuck there for weeks until I was sold, or maybe worse…"

"Of course. I'm so sorry the company I work for did such terrible things to you and your people. If there's anything more I can do…"

"I couldn't possibly ask more of you. I will head out while it is still dark, and try to make my way back to my people."

"You should rest here at least for today. I can see if I can get you some food. Maybe we can find an easier way to get you back to your people, or even come up with a plan to stop the Home Depot from harming your kind. If people knew what they were doing—"

"A place to rest would be appreciated."

"What do you eat?"

"I can eat most foods you eat, though I desperately need a source of calcium, some old animal bones or something like that. I feel brittle."

"I've got some fortified milk I think is still good. Let me check the fridge."

As she got up, her eye fell on a box stuffed in a corner of the garage. It was full of antlers from deer her grandfather had shot on hunting trips. She'd been meaning to get rid of the dreadful thing, but just never really got around to it.

She grinned and pointed to the box, Gino's head turning to look. "Will antlers work?"

"Ooo, deer antlers, I haven't had those in years! They'll do just fine, thank you."

The two of them chatted as Gino snacked on the antlers. His eyes glowed a soft green, something she'd mistaken for the LED screens built into his dead ancestors by the evil corporation she worked for. As he devoured the box of antlers, she thought the glow became stronger more steady. She could see tiny fracture lines in his skull and arms knit back together too, the fresh bone a bright contrast to the distressed and dirty old bone.

He told her about his people, how they had learned to hide from European settlers. They had some contact with humans, a few small groups that had set out to live in the wilderness away from society that they traded with. They had also helped introduce technology, though they mostly limited its use to entertainment and lighting.

Meanwhile, Alex told Gino about her job, how she felt stuck, trapped by capitalism in a job she hated but couldn't afford to leave without immediately getting another job that would be just as bad. He listened attentively, nodding along with her. His knowledge of human culture was mostly from TV shows and the 11 o'clock news, but he knew enough to follow what she was saying.

Hours passed like they were minutes, Alex grabbing some pop for herself to drink, bringing a big tub of leftovers for Gino. He washed it down with the milk, drinking straight from the gallon jug. The serving spoon looked tiny in his massive hand, even with the dish towel wrapped around it so that he could grip the slippery metal. She had no idea where the food went, it just vanished into the darkness in his mouth without coming out the back when he swallowed.

After he'd eaten, conversation died down a little. Alex had rarely felt so comfortable with anyone, even her friends. She kept checking him out too, the attraction only growing knowing he was alive and oh so kind and thoughtful. She caught herself drifting into a fantasy where he carried her away from here, to his homeland and made love to her under the stars every night.

"I have a bit of a strange request," Gino said, pulling her back out of her fantasy. "I've been on the road for weeks, and then trapped in your store for weeks more. I haven't had a chance to wash in so long, I feel absolutely filthy. Do you maybe have a bucket or a wet towel?"

"I can give you a hand if you want." It flopped out of her before she could stop it. She blushed bright red and looked away.

Gino paused, making her feel like she'd gone too far. Then, hesitantly, he said, "I would very much like that, Alex."

They discussed logistics for a while, coming to the conclusion she didn't really have any implements big enough for him to handle comfortably, before resolving that she would wash him instead. Alex filled several buckets with warm water in the utility sink and got out her car washing kit. She cracked the garage door just enough so the water could run out and into the driveway, then took off her shoes and socks, and rolled up her jeans. The garage floor was cold on her bare feet, but one look at Gino's reclined form gave her all the heat she needed to stay warm.

She started with his hands, brushing the hot, soapy water across his long, slender digits until they were bone white again. Scrubbing off the artificial weathering her evil employer had applied took some effort, but he said he enjoyed the rough treatment with the brush. She bit her lip, subconsciously picturing what these digits would feel like on her skin, massaging her, sliding into her. She'd expected them to be rough, but the texture was smooth and even. There was no give of course, but the sandpapery texture she'd expected from exposed bone was absent.

Cleaning his radius and ulna was much quicker, the weathering and grime coming off easily on the smooth surface. After she finished with his left arm, she started on his right. By the time she was working on his torso, scrubbing the inside and outside of his ribcage, she was breathing hard, not from the exertion, but because being so intimately close with a creature so perfectly sculpted to push her particular buttons was turning her on more than she had anticipated.

"If you need to rest, we can continue tomorrow," Gino offered.

Alex blushed again, shaking her head. "I'm not winded, just— I want to keep going, if you do as well."

"This feels very good," Gino admitted.

Alex blushed again, and looked him in the eyes. His sockets glowed with a steady, green glow. The flicker was gone, the light illuminating outer rim of his ocular cavity. She felt an intensity in his gaze she had never felt from anyone else, a draw to keep going.

She shook herself, and continued cleaning, brushing every nook and cranny along his spine with a fresh toothbrush — using an old one seemed weird somehow — then focusing on his legs. When she finally finished with his toes, she turned to him.

"I can do the rest myself, if you prefer," Gino said.

Alex shook her head. "I want to—"

As she cleaned his hips, working outside in along his pelvic bone, she caught glimpses of a faint, green glow right where a penis would be on someone with flesh. The glimpses grew more frequent, and more well defined as she got closer.

"Sorry, I—" Gino said. Alex ignored him, and finished cleaning, then rinsing his pubic bone. Her hand brushed against something intangible.

"I'm sorry, I should— That is, I'm— This—" Gino tried to speak, but couldn't.

"It's okay, Gino. I don't mind."

Gino sighed, a strange sound coming from a creature without lungs. "I'm sorry. This is very taboo among my people, but I find you very attractive, and— Sorry, I should go, I'll leave immediately, I shouldn't have said that, I—"

Gino tried to get up, but Alex pushed him back down with gentle pressure. Even sitting, he was taller than she was, but despite his protests he let himself get pushed back to the floor.

"I find you very attractive as well. I— I want to do more than just clean your bones."

Alex pulled her shirt off over her head, followed by her bra, and tossed them in the corner. She could feel Gino's eyes on her. He looked radiant, all the weathering and grime washed off, leaving him shining in the soft illumination of the garage.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Mm-hmm," Gino replied. Idly, Alex wondered how he could hum without lips.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Very much." There was no hesitation, just a hint of anticipation in his voice.

She held out her hands, taking his and guiding them to herself. His hands were massive on her. She wasn't skinny by any definition. Most people would call her stocky, but each of his hands reached two thirds of the way around her. She could feel the restrained strength in them, sensing that he could've ripped his way out through any of the exterior walls of the Home Depot if he needed to.

He was so gentle with her though, the tips of his fingers brushing along her spine as his hands slid up her body. His thumbs pressed against the bottom of her breasts, caressing the soft flesh. He explored every inch of her exposed skin with careful fingers. He wasn't as cold as she'd thought he would be, his limbs well above ambient temperature but still colder than she was.

"Your skin is so hot," he whispered.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

He shook his head. She took one of his hands in both of hers, and brought it to her face. She sucked the tip of his thumb into her mouth, and played her tongue around it. The smooth digit felt amazing in her mouth, everything she could've dreamed it would be like and more.

Gino tilted his head back, but kept her gaze as she sucked on his thumb. A low, soft moan, so deep it was at the edge of hearing, rumbled out of him.

Alex could see the glow above his pelvic bone clearly now. There wasn't a defined edge as such, but there was something there. Her hand had brushed it earlier, but it seemed fully formed now. The green glow implied more than showed what promised to be an impressively large cock, even for someone his size.

He caught her looking at it, and she pulled his thumb out of her mouth.

"You like when I suck on your thumb?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I think I can see that." She grinned and nodded at his glowing member.

She sank to her knees between his thighs, ignoring the discomfort of kneeling on the hard concrete, and reached out. The sensation of touching Gino's glowing cock was odd, but pleasant. She was used to the velvet over steel feeling of an erect human penis, but this was different. There was something in her hand, she could feel something pressing back as she squeezed, but there was no friction, nothing sliding. The resistance felt like trying to push magnets together, slight at first but rising sharply the harder she squeezed.

Alex could feel his low moans deep in her chest, like the bass at a concert or the kickdrum of her drumkit. Clearly what she was doing felt good for him. She moved closer, still stroking up and down. Her fingers couldn't reach all the way around, not quite as thick around as a coke can, but definitely bigger than even her biggest toy. There was no hope she'd be able to fit him in her mouth, but maybe…

She licked the air above her hand, feeling an odd but pleasant tingling sensation on her tongue. The groan of pleasure he produced was gratifying. There was no discernable head, just a rounded area near the top of his spectral shaft. She focused her attention there.

"Oh yes, Alex, that feels so good."

"Am I doing this right?" she asked, before continuing her work.

"Yes, it's so good. Oh god, you're so warm and soft. I don't think I'll last long."

Having no idea what to expect, but incapable of stopping now, Alex sped up a little, squeezing a little harder, swirling her tongue. The tingling sensation grew a little more powerful, and the light of his cock pulsed in time with his moans.

"Alex yes, don't stop, oh yes."

With a mighty flash of light, Gino grunted his pleasure. Her tongue tingled, and she could even feel some static build on her hand. The green light pulsed in the garage, illuminating everything in lurid emerald flashes.

When the flashes subsided, he gently guided her away from him. Seems even skeleton men got overstimulated. Alex worked her tongue in her mouth. It felt a little numb, but she was regaining feeling quickly.

He stroked her back gently. "That was amazing, thank you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed," Alex said. She was preparing herself for the letdown, a lot of men just forgot about her needs as soon as they got off.

"I want to return the favor, if you'll let me," Gino said, his voice sincere, his gaze locked on her eyes. It was odd that she could tell what he was looking at, but she was convinced she could.

Without another word, she pulled her pants down, underwear and all, and tossed them into the laundry hamper sitting next to the washer. He guided her over to the washer, gently lifting her to set her on top. She leaned back, spreading her legs.

"I'm afraid I don't have a tongue, but maybe my fingers…"

Alex reached for his hand and guided his index finger to her cunt. He looked reverent as the tip hovered an inch away from her. She grabbed his finger, as thick around as an average man's cock, and slid the tip up and down, getting it wet with her juices. He gasped softly, then moaned along with her as she slid it inside.

The bone was hard inside her, unyielding, but not cold. She squeezed, wondering if he could feel the pressure, and saw in his eyes that he did.

"Start slow," she said.

He was gentle, careful not to hurt her. His finger felt good inside, the knobby shape giving an interesting feel to an otherwise entirely smooth sensation. He managed to get his finger inside of her just past the second knuckle, the distal and middle phalanx fully inside of her. She tilted her head back, and whispered "faster".

He complied, her pleasure building with his increased pace. Earlier today, she had almost lost hope that she'd ever even own a plastic copy of him, a fantasy forever left unfulfilled, and now he was making her cum in her own garage. Her wildest fantasies had never even managed to approach the amazing reality of her beautiful, alabaster lover. He was tender and eager, attentive to her needs, kind, intelligent, brave, and so incredibly strong.

She trembled as her orgasm approached, whispering "don't stop" over and over again until it became a mantra, until it meant more than just the now. She came hard, screaming his name as he whispered hers.

When she pushed him away, he took his finger to his mouth and tasted her, humming appreciatively. She'd seen the room light up green again, the glow of his cock returning with a vengeance as her own pleasure built. It pulsed proudly between his legs, clearly visible as she looked down through his rib cage.

"I want you inside of me. Come to the living room, I think you'll fit."

He helped her down, and she helped him crawl into the kitchen, then into the living room. At her direction, he picked up her heavy, solid wood coffee table and set it aside as if it weighed nothing. She put the couch pillows on the floor and laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide.

"I can't possibly fit—"

"Go slow. I need it."

She pulled him forward, grasping his cock and guiding it to her waiting cunt. The tingle she'd felt on her tongue was back, sending little shocks of pleasure through her even at the gentle touch. Positioning him at her entrance, she pulled at his hip. She felt herself slowly stretch to accommodate his size. She tried to relax. There was still no friction, just a pressure that built and built.

"Oh fuck, you're so big. Oh god."

When the tip slid in, she gasped. She felt incredibly full already, stretched wider than she thought possible. Holding him in place, she focused on taking deep breaths, then pulled him in deeper, ever so slowly. Gino towered over her, the bottom of his ribcage right in front of her face. She looked up at him and grinned.

"It feels so fucking good. That tingle…"

"You're so tight, Alex. Oh god, so hot, so soft."

Over the course of long minutes, Alex breathed as she took him deeper and deeper until he bottomed out inside of her, then stroked his ribs and hip bones as she adjusted to his size.

"Go slow. Very slow."

He pulled back, inch by delicious inch. The sensation was strange. The tingle felt incredibly good, like a soft, pleasant sensation of electricity. There was none of the friction she was so used to, no need for extra lubrication, just pressure inside of her, moving in and out. She fought to hold onto her sense of self, to stay in the moment with Gino. This was her longest standing fantasy, though the details of the act had never really been something she'd focused on. She'd always known this was impossible, but now it was happening, and she didn't want to miss a second of it.

She shuddered as Gino slid in and out of her, the pure pleasure of his touch overwhelming already. He kept his slow pace, until she told him it was okay to speed up.

Before long, she was in absolute ecstasy. She'd used big toys before, but the constant need for fresh lubrication took her out of the moment. Gino's non-corporeal cock didn't have that drawback, and at her urging, he had sped up, pounding her so good. She screamed his name as she came, clinging to any part of him she could reach. He had one hand next to her, and she wrapped hers around it, holding on for dear life.

She lost count of the number of times she came, her voice grew hoarse. Alex lost herself in his grunts and groans of pleasure, in the perfect moment she hadn't ever dared dream she could reach. Always, he was present with her, his towering alabaster form firm in her mind, solid under her touch.

As she came down off another mind bending orgasm, she felt the tingle build again, recognizing he was getting close.

"Cum for me, Gino, yes, cum for me, please, please, please," she begged him.

"Yes, Alex, yes! YES!" He bellowed his release, the glasses shaking in the cupboard with the sheer volume. Electric shocks spread through Alex, setting off another orgasm that almost caused her to black out. She clung to him, as he did to her, their pleasure mixing, building on each other, until finally it subsided.

After, they lay together, Alex panting, Gino stretched out next to her with his feet sticking out into the kitchen. Alex knew she could never let this go. A fantasy fulfilled sometimes lost its luster, but this— This had been too perfect, a fantasy for so long now made deliciously real. She wanted to know where this went.

Epilogue

The public outrage had almost brought Home Depot to bankruptcy. After returning to, ironically exactly like in her flash fantasy that fateful night, the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with Gino the week after their first night together, she'd slowly convinced him and his people that they needed to come forward.

Lots of people dismissed them as CGI at first, but when legitimate news agencies started showing interest, most of the world had to admit they were real. Religious debate raged for weeks about what this meant for humanity, souls, and the afterlife, but even that had died down now. A massive effort was undertaken to repatriate the remains of Gino's ancestors, many arrests were made based on quickly drafted legislation.

At first, Gino's neighbors had been skeptical, but slowly the two of them were breaking through the long held taboos of skeleton / human relationships.

Now, almost two years later, she'd been inducted into their religion, a process that included a number of ceremonies designed for someone twice her height. Luckily, the priest was accommodating, letting her perform her own version of some of the rites.

Moving here, she knew that when she died, she'd be buried in their soil. Something about this place would, over the course of a year, decompose her body, feeding the growth of her bones. She'd emerge from the soil a year to the day later, ready to spend another eternity with Gino. She was in no rush to die, she liked her body, liked her life here just as it was, but knowing she would be with her love for all eternity was such a comfort.

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Content warnings

I use this blog to post my erotica. Some of it can be dark, may include alcohol or drug use, memory loss, contain dubious consent or non-consent, or other taboo topics. I'll do my best to tag stories appropriately, but if I mess up, I sincerely apologize. I'm trying to learn, but am imperfect. I realize it's not your job to correct me, but if you do, I promise I will listen and consider any pointers to include additional warnings if appropriate.

I have no real interest in writing erotica where consent is actually violated, so (spoiler warning) most (all?) of my non-con content is consensual non-consent. It won't always be clear at the beginning of the story, I like playing with giving the reader an incomplete picture, but should be by the end. I'll always tag stories appropriately, and include an author's note with spoilers if it includes non- or dub-con, even if it's later to be revealed to be con-non-con.

Krakentober

A Discord server I'm a member of is running a Krakentober event, with three prompts per day in October. They are Halloween themed, and include some darker topics. I'm following these prompts to try to broaden my horizons and write outside of my comfort zone. I'll tag them to the best of my (limited) ability, but generally consider them Dead Dove material. If you have suggestions for additional content warning tags, please send me an ask, I'll get to them as soon as I can.

I'm also writing these fast, some stories might have taken only a couple of hours from idea to publishing, so they'll be lower quality than I'm used to producing.

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And AO3, which has the same content as here.

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