“What’s my soul like then?”
“Eh, like an Ogress. Big, full of… hard stuff. Pulpy.” Visgali’s abyssal eyes were mesmerizing, but the comparison stung the bartender’s own pride. “You’re a stiff drink, but I need a- a-,” the nightgaunt’s eyelids lulled over as she drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.
Casey Logan fights to prove her wrong inside the salt strewn hellscape of the Akna Montes colony, alone. He clings to the hope of finding a ship in the last of the colony’s hangar bays. With a ship he can radio his separated men. With a ship they can escape together.
At the moment when the world ceases to make sense and the pillars that holding him up crumble into salt, will Casey feel the death of despair or the birth of a wish?
She squeezed your crotch once more and turned around, walking back home. Her ass and hips swayed around in her pants, arresting your attention towards them once more. When she reached the door, she deliberately put on a show of swinging her hips to give her ass more volume like a Victoria’s Secret model. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, giving you a look which would’ve made you spurt your pants if you were a teenager. Her smouldering eyes looked into yours, and that sultry wink came once more. Oh God, you could’ve cum all over the place right then. She jerked her thumb over her shoulder towards your car, then walked inside her house. The door closed slowly, a sexy, suggestive smile on her face the last view you had of her before it vanished.
“Am I going to be stuck in this pot for a whole year?” I complained.
“Don’t worry,” Violet reassured me. “I spend most of my time out here in the garden. I’ll keep you company.”
“As you merge with the plant, you will establish a symbiotic relationship with it. Your body will provide for it, and it will provide for you. You will lead an exciting new life as the world’s first human-animal hybrid,” Dr. Spencer said proudly.
“Care to see what you look like?” Violet asked as some guy in a jumpsuit wheeled in a full-length mirror.
I shrugged. “Why not?”
My jaw dropped when I saw my reflection. I looked strangely beautiful, an exotic, alluring blend of girl and plant. The vines looked like they were a part of my skin rather than crudely attached. The leaves accentuated my curves, leaving me both covered and exposed at the same time. The strangest part by far was the look on my face. I looked content, even happy in my pot.