Planar Shift - Part Two

My jaw drops I watch the light dissipate into tiny wisps, the shreds dancing in the air for a moment before turning to a dull gray dust after only a few moments away from the disc before me. The image on the other side solidifies, my gaze locking to a slender horned woman with pale purple skin.

 

Her long pointed tail swishing behind her as she sashays towards me, the thick muscular base connecting to the base of her spine as it parts her lavish handmade dress. The horns atop her head are curved and narrow, jutting out from the very top of her forehead before curving back and then up into two sharp points.

Her eyes are pitch black, small mote of sparkling light only breaking through momentarily as the tiny stars dance across the surface. Her face is perfect, from her cute button nose to her narrow feminine jawline to her plush lips as they twist into a seductive smirk. A large set of pointed ears stretch out from the sides of her head, nestling beneath her long luxurious black hair, with each one nearly as long as her face is wide.

Her build is lithe and fit, standing at a little over five foot eight inches, the subtle flexing in her lavender colored arms revealing some sense of strength beneath the soft feminine plush. Two massive orbs of flesh rest within a lace black bodice dress with two tightly fitted black opaque black cups struggling to hold them back, the roiling flesh jiggling with each of her steps along with her relatively flared hips. An also sheer fabric covers her trim and taut belly and stretches over her slender shoulders, the slightly see-through fabric revealing an intricate pattern of black runic tattoos tracing a path around her hips and down towards her groin.

The lower half of the dress is a solid black, the hem hiding her feet as a loud hard surface clomps against my hardwood floor. The side of the dress is split, much like I assume the back is, the young purple woman's frilly black garter flashing through as it tightly squeezes her juicy thigh. I swallow hard as I notice the slender black belt around her waist, the silver snake head buckle appearing to twitch and writhe as it bites it's own tail to hold itself to her. Resting at her hip is a variety of leather pouches, most containing various bottles while one seems to hold a small knife that shimmers with some unidentified liquid.

As the woman glances around the room, her hands outstretched to the sides as if holding back some great unseen force, she can't help but grin. My blood runs cold as I spot her sharp teeth, her canines pointed and ready like that of a predator.

Before I can say anything she lets out a long drawn out coo, her luscious and sultry voice ringing inside my head for a moment as I briefly forget what I was doing. Thankfully, as she begins to speak her words seem to pass me by.

It's all pure gibberish, the blending of excited utterances and syllables leaving me with nothings as she glances over my walls before eyeing up the TV. Suddenly, the black empty eyes shimmer for a second as they reveal a set of iridescent pink irises before returning to their dark inky state as she seems to sure up her grip on the ephemeral force.

She grunts a little before sighing in awe, watching as the Witch King clashes with the White Wizard briefly on the flat screen. Wincing slightly she strains to point at the screen as she looks at me, speaking once more in a language I simply can't understand.

"Who... what the fu..." I begin to croak, my voice growing louder and sharp before falling slight as we lock eyes.

I watch as the swirling stars resting in the inky darkness that covers her gaze seem to burst in a flurry of motion, the energetic reaction soon accompanying a buzzing in my head.

"What an odd tongue" speaks a voice inside my head, a shiver running down my spine as each word feels like something is licking as my brain. I can feel something slithering beneath my skull, each second merely giving the entity more time to explore the gray-matter between my ears.

"What... are..." I gargle, the words becoming harder and harder to form as I find the words soon existing purely at the tip of my tongue.

"Oh dar..." the purple woman coos through gritted teeth, whatever she was going obviously putting her under some strain. She coughs a little as she trails off before sticking out her long prehensile tongue as though to inspect it. "I'm just borrowing some things" she chuckles weakly, a faint sweat forming on her brow and along her mountainous cleavage.

Turning her hand towards me she beckons with her index finger, my eyes going wide as I realize her hands seemed to be lacking a finger compared to my own. Suddenly, I feel my body move against my will as my legs began to stagger me towards the horned woman.

I groan and blubber out garbled nonsense as I approach her, struggling to speak something intelligible as I hope to beg her to stop. It is like there is some binding on my thoughts, the leash on my mind being tugged towards her with each wiggle of her finger.

Stopping only inches away from her I watch as she reaches into her various pouches, searching for something in particular. Her eyes shift between their pink human-like state and the inky void as her sweating grows worse, the glowing oval behind her letting out an audible crackle. She pauses before quickly fishing out a small vial with a shimmering white ooze inside, bringing it to her lips before slurping down the contents without a second thought. As she swallows her eyes flash black once more, the portal behind her snapping back to the low healthy hum as she returns to her search.

Finally, after another pat down she pulls out a glowing vial of pink and blue liquid. The substances don't seem to mix, with each one wrapping around the other without ever finding equilibrium. With extreme care she brings the vial to her lips, snaking her long tongue inside the neck of the glass as she pulls the blue side inside her mouth.

It seems to fight her, the ooze apparently being repulsed by the horned woman before she finally manages to corral it between her lips. She winces her a second, her whole body shuddering as the blue goo pokes and presses against her cheeks from the inside in an attempt to escape.

Suddenly, she places the now pink slime filled bottle to my lips the stars nestled in the void of her eyes whipping about once more. She carefully shifts her tongue, taming the blue ooze briefly enough to get her words out.

"Suck it down" she commands, her cock twitching as I feel her words pleasurably wrap themselves around my mind. My body doesn't even wait for me to respond, my lips wrapping around the bottle as I suck down the struggle ooze withing.

As the last of he fluorescent pink goo slips past my lips I shudder with pain, the thick goo suddenly feeling oddly warm and tingly. My body feels almost distant all of a sudden, a faint sense of dissociation gripping me as I feel the pink goo struggle inside my mouth.

I go to swallow the goo only for my body to freeze up entirely, the horned woman sweating once more as she holds out her hand in a claw-like grip. Her cheeks bulge as the blue ooze tries to escape, some thoughts passing through her beautiful head before she quickly brings her arm back and sends me tumbling into her and my lips against hers.

From the second our lips touch it's intoxicating, a blend of unabiding lust and deeply felt love suddenly wracking me as my lips part slightly. The second my lips separate however I feel two things rush between them, one sliding into my mouth furiously while another barely inches past in a frenzied escape.

The dissociation suddenly mounts, a dreadful sense of vertigo hitting me before I suddenly feel myself become grounded once more.

 

Sweat pours from my face, the gross sensation building in areas I had never felt in my life. A pungent funky salty taste clings to my mouth, blending with the oddly metallic static tang of the ooze. A massive weight tugs at my chest and my lower back, a powerful set of muscles in my back and legs being the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the floor.

I feel positively drained and empty inside, my very being feeling like a flickering light in a once well filled cavernous void.

I stumble back, a hard bony material on my feet stomping against the floor as I feel some light and airy clothing dance around my legs and ankles. A heft weight behind me drags along the floor, the large slab of muscle twitching awkwardly as I struggle to control the alien appendage.

A loud thunder clap crackles behind me, the sound itself being enough to catch my fall mere inches from the portal.

"Damned..." growls a familiar voice, the deep masculine tone seemingly towering over me. Suddenly, I feel a hand grasp my hair, the figure puling me back towards it violently as I let out a pained squeal. Looking up my eyes go wide, the sight of my own body with pitch black eyes sending my blood running cold.

A set of spectral purple horns flicker atop my former forms head, the glowing outline wavering under some unseen strain. While the doppelganger clutches my scalp with one hand it reaches out with another, a band of swirling black runes racing down from his ear and around it's dancing fingers. My former body suddenly grabs my ear, my eyes going wide as I feel my once large hands fail to even cover the whole of the extended earlobe.

My jaw soon hangs open as I feel a series of small objects pop into my ear one by one. My eyes water as I feel the tiny things slide beneath my eyes, racing around my skull as they wind in spirals closer and closer to my brain.

"Can't have you..." the body thief grunts, their own eye twitching in discomfort as the string of runes slips from their own stolen ear. "Messing up... can't let them..." they huff, taking a breath as they glance through the portal with hiss.

My head pounds as the runes soon fill my skull, the teeny tiny arcane lettering leaving me fit to bursting.

"You will keep me healthy... and safe..." the doppelganger wheezes, the horns atop it's head seeming to shrink away by the second. "Same as my land... and restore my power for when I..." he huffs, his sentence suddenly turning to a mess of pure gibberish as I hear the last of the runes slip into my ear with a wet slurp.

"What..." I whine, my impossibly long tongue rolling out from my slack jaw as I find myself unable to muster the strength to close it. Everything becomes a blur, the fatigue and the punishment I had endure finally taking their toll.

My former body chuckles, sweat building across his face as she continues to speak the strange nonsense language. It was different from before, some part of me almost recognizing it even as my aching mind does all it can to rest.

 

Suddenly I feel myself get thrown back, a plush rug soon meeting my back as I lay on the floor. My arms give out beneath me, my weakened form simply collapsing into the plush royal purple carpet as I sprawl out.

Spit pools beneath me, my chest aching as my full body weight crushes them into the floor below. Looking up I watch as the smirking clone turns to look at the TV with great interest, the portal sudden collapsing in on itself with a loud crash.

Darkness slowly begins to envelope my vision, the gaze locked to the melted stone that once seemed to hold the shimmering oval the horned woman had emerged from. I hear as a door slams open, the sound soon being followed by rapid footfalls and a panicked voice.

"Mistress Ira?" cries the sweet and warm tones of some young woman beyond my sight. "Mistress Ir...!" she screams, her words falling short as I fade from consciousness.