85 – (R-18) Opal
The fight broke out. Ari won the first scuffle, ending with her head buried between Opal’s legs. She sank her tongue deep into the pink slimegirl’s pussy, watching in amazement as her powerful muscle wiggled its way up Opal’s insides. She could see her tongue’s advancement through her translucent skin, and it was one of the most amazing things ever.
Opal shivered, then groaned and buried her fingers into Ari’s hair. The gel-like material of her skin squished against her, and it was an odd feeling—though one she enjoyed.
It had taken a struggle to dominate Opal into this position. Though not as outwardly competitive as some fights, Opal had jumped into the fray as determined as any other monstergirl. It was, after all, coded into who they were: these encounters of Ari’s weren’t supposed to be free wins.
Ari leaned into her skill, letting her tongue push outward, further, wiggling deeper around Opal’s pussy and tickling her bumpy walls. Opal had a stronger taste down low, something closer to how a girl would normally taste, but still much sweeter. Still fruity and overpowering.
“That’s a nice trick you have, there,” Opal groaned. She bucked her hips into Ari’s mouth, trying to get Ari’s tongue deeper. It jostled Ari with the impact. “Bet I could—could do something similar,” she gasped. “Wanna find out?”
Ari’s stroking tongue paused. Opal could do that? Of course she could. Opal had shapeshifting abilities … a longer tongue would totally be something she could do.
Unfortunately, the distracting imagery was Ari’s downfall, as Opal intended. Opal struggled out of Ari’s grip and, in a brief struggle, ended up with her own head between Ari’s legs.
Her tongue ventured forward, and Ari lost her will to fight. That was how these things went—ebb and flow. She could … indulge for a second. She’d just have to break free before things went too far.
Ari shivered as Opal’s own tongue squirmed around. Like Opal had promised, she reproduced Ari’s skill—her tongue expanded and expanded, wiggling further than any of her other friends had managed to get. It felt amazing. She understood why her friends liked that skill of Ari’s so much. Really added to the experience.
Basking in the powerful explorations of Opal’s tongue, Ari glanced up to see how Lori was doing.
Not great. At least, from a ‘trying to win’ perspective. Lori was definitely having a great time. Opal’s other half had Lori pinned into the ground, and she was rubbing her goo-like shin between Lori’s legs. Opal was leaned forward, whispering taunting, teasing words into Lori’s ear as she pleasured the other girl. Ari knew first-hand that teasing Lori was the best way to make her fall apart … Opal had discovered that unfortunately quick. As expected from a strong opponent.
How should Ari go about trying to win?
Or maybe she could let herself lose … she still was curious what would happen, then. Of anyone to be made prisoner to, Opal would be a fun choice.
She shook her head; she needed Opal to join her party. That wouldn’t happen unless she won.
Reluctantly, Ari returned to the struggle. Opal had a good grip on her thighs, and her tongue was buried seriously deep; it wasn’t easy to break free. Most of that was because she really didn’t want to break free. Opal’s extended tongue had been doing wonders for her.
A quick scuffle later, Ari had once again pinned Opal down. Opal grinned up at her, wiggling her eyebrows. Ari huffed.
“How much can you change?”
“Meaning?”
“Splitting me and Lori up is mean. Can you … grow stuff, downstairs? Then take us both at once?”
Opal was conflicted. She glanced over at her other body. “I’m winning on that fight.”
“But you’re losing here,” Ari pointed out.
“Debatable.”
“But me and Lori stacked on top of each other,” Ari said, changing tactics. “That doesn’t sound fun?”
Opal hesitated.
“You can double up, too,” Ari murmured, drawing closer to her opponent. “Two cocks each, four total. Pound us from both directions. Both our pussies, and mouths, on top of the other. That doesn’t sound fun?”
“It sounds like it’d be hard to resist. To win.”
Ari kissed Opal’s neck. She still had Opal’s arms pinned to the side, winner of the scuffle. “And choking on your fat girl cock wouldn’t be hard for me? Having you pound me silly, while bouncing on top of my friend, who’s also being stuffed? It’ll be a test of skill. Let the best woman win.”
Opal shuddered at the image Ari painted. To the side, her clone had stopped the assault on Lori.
“Good choice,” Ari said, planting a quick kiss on Opal’s lips. She rolled off her opponent, then crawled toward Lori.
“Ari?” she asked, confused.
“I negotiated,” Ari said, climbing on top of Lori. Their stomachs and tits pressed into each other’s. Ari basked in Lori’s warmth, the softness of her curves, the hardness of her muscles. “We’re in this together, now.”
Lori breathed in, looking at something over Ari’s shoulder. She turned. As Ari had suggested, Opal had changed her body. Now, two proud girl cocks sprouted from her pelvis, stacked like she and Lori were. Ready to be used against them. And, shuffling over to line up at their heads, Opal’s clone—also with two cocks.
“Are you sure that’s smart?” Lori asked dubiously—but shivering with excitement.
“No,” Ari breathed. “But it’s going to be amazing.”
Opal—both of the Opals—approached.