The Standoff - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Permanent, Onahole
My name is Valentina de Twist, and I want it on the record that this whole thing was Flowey's fault. The Luceria Magic Academy was supposed to be a bright place. You came here to gain knowledge, secure your future and if you played your cards right, stack a bodycount so high you'd be set with partn…
My name is Valentina de Twist, and I want it on the record that this whole thing was Flowey's fault. The Luceria Magic Academy was supposed to be a bright place. You came here to gain knowledge, secure your future and if you played your cards right, stack a bodycount so high you'd be set with partners for life. For two glorious years I was the queen of it. The de Twist family bred smart and bred sexy and I got both barrels of the genetics. My superiority should have been set in stone. Then Marisol Flowey decided my spot looked comfortable. The third year started and the uniforms got thinner, skirts got shorter, more skin every month and our rivalry got so deep we started fighting over the same guys. And the worst was that the bastards liked it. They'd sit back and let two top students claw at each other over their cocks like it was dinner theater. So we settled it the old way. A transmutation challenge. Tracked by the spell itself, binding, no cheating possible. Winner turns back. Loser stays a thing forever, because the spell transfers the loser's mana pool to the winner and an object without a mana pool can never be human again. Not with magic or with anything, pretty much. When I proposed it, this bitch didn't even blink. "Oh, are you scared of being a pathetic onahole for the rest of your shelf life~" She laughed right in my face, all smug white teeth and bouncing tits. 'I am going to drink her mana pool like wine,' I thought. The rules were simple. We both become onaholes. Whichever one of us gets cummed in the most times by sunrise wins. The tracking radius covered the whole campus, and if some idiot carried one of us past the wards, well, his problem. We snuck into the male dormitory just before midnight. The rumors had already spread, so eyes were on us from the doorways as we chalked the circle in the common room, whispers and elbowing everywhere. We stripped naked in front of all of them, slow, because we're both showoffs. My tits sat high and heavy, her ass was a crime, and thirty desperate guys forgot how to breathe. I left my black choker on. A lady keeps something. Flowey stood in her circle across from me and blew me a kiss. Then we spoke the words together and the spell took hold. It started at my feet. A warmth, first. Like stepping into bathwater. Then the warmth turned into a deep buzzing tingle and my toes went soft, but not numb. The opposite of numb. Every nerve down there woke up screaming with sensitiveness while the bones underneath simply gave up being bones. I felt my feet flatten and pull inward like taffy being dragged back into the ball, and the sensation of the cold stone floor against that raw melting flesh made me gasp out loud. "Ahhhh~ oh gods~" Everyone always says transmutation spells are intense. Now I understood why. My legs retracted next, nerves turning to putty and compressing, thighs sinking up into my hips, and every inch that melted didn't lose feeling, it concentrated it. All the sensation of a whole leg got squeezed into a few inches of soft mass and it was like being licked everywhere at once. **SCHLORRRP** My arms went the same way, fingers softening, wrists folding in and elbows dissolving into my sides. The shrinking got faster. My hair mushed together into a single smooth glossy piece against my head, and some stupid part of my brain thought, 'Handy, actually… no shaving needed... wait don’t enjoy it! You are going to win this!' Then my skin changed color and I watched it happen. A wave of translucent pink washed up from where my legs used to be, and translucent blue poured down from my scalp, the two colors melting together into a gradient across my belly. That was my trademark. My trick was two tones, so no guy could mistake me with a regular onahole. I looked over at Flowey. She was already shrunk down small like me, her limbs almost gone and she was solid pink. The same fucking pink I chose for half of my body! "Hey! Bitch! Why are you stealing my col…" She stuck her tongue out at me, and that was the last thing I ever said, because right then my throat closed up. My vocal cords smoothed out into just a canal, a warm ribbed tunnel running down from my mouth. My ribs sank inward. My belly hollowed. I felt, with horrible glorious clarity, my pussy gaping open wider as it became my main entrance, my inner walls thickening with soft grippy ridges, and my uterus swelling into a sealed container at my core, empty and waiting to be filled. My organs didn't hurt as they dissolved. They just went quiet, one by one, replaced by squishy jelly flesh that felt everything. It was so surreal and so good. Every square inch of me was more sensitive than my clit used to be. The stone floor under my soft body felt like a tongue. The air moving over me felt like breath on wet skin. My choker still hugged what passed for my neck, the one piece of me left. Then we lay there, two glistening onaholes on the common room floor and we waited. Murmuring went through the crowd. "Du
