Encounter 12 - Sandbox
Taking caution of the gusts I brought Rebecca on a loop around the field. It was not as expansive and vast as one may picture... maybe slightly larger than a gridiron. Keeping up a light run’s pace I figured this would be my workout for today; two laps around our newfound territory.
Taking extra caution of her string I began to sweat but as always I powered through it, pledging not to stop until two laps are done. Rebecca would sometimes be tugged on which would lead to me gripping her tighter as I was subtly afraid of letting go of the string without her noticing before it’s too late. But she moved along fine, and by the time my half-mile run was complete, she seemed to still harbor some energy, unlike her lover.
“R-REBECCA...!” I called out with my mouth to the kite above. “REBECCA?”
No use so far. Pointing a finger at her I awaited a response.
“YES?” she finally replied. I caught this speech faintly and started reeling her down to earth.
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“HEY,” said Mark. “I’m exhausted...” His volume lowered as I got closer which I could confidently infer was due to fatigue.
“Oh, Mark it’s okay, I can pull myself in,” I told him, though he kept it up. Can’t stop him I guess. “You seem like you got a good workout.”
“A good five minute run does that.”
“Hey, when you have me pulled in all the way, drop me, okay?”
“Y-yeah sure,” he affirmed, albeit with a coarse voice. Soon I hit the ground. I warned he should back up.
Once he gave me the room I pulled in my handle and string, assimilating it with my frame which only sank into my airfoil. Reshaping into a rectangle I altered materials and inflated myself into the third dimension as I enlarged, soon becoming longer and wider than my boyfriend, who now had an air mattress to flop down on.
Moving my eyes to one of my longer dimensions I watched him remove his boots and ease his body onto mine. As he did, ear holes subtly opened in each of my top corners. He complimented my newest shape and rolled onto his back.
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“Your top feels kinda like suede,” I stated to Rebecca. “Nice and soft.”
“Hey... there’s nobody else out here, right?”
“Right...”
“So how about I give you a little more space.” At that she upscaled into an air mattress four times as big. Pleasantly surprised I log rolled across her and each time I was on my stomach I’d peck her. “I’m glad nobody else is here. I can shift into things that would otherwise be too large for the house.”
“Enlighten me when I’m done here then, sweetie.”
“Oh, I will.”
“I think you’ve been storing a lot of energy in that pliable body of yours. Does shapeshifting release it?”
“Well, if by energy you mean urges, then yes. Like I’ve had the urge to become a horse for a while, but I haven’t had the chance, so those feelings stay bottled up until I have the opportunity to mold myself into a horse form. Also, any transformation can be eroticized. I don’t know how, but if I’m in the right mood I can definitely attain sexual pleasure from shapeshifting.”
“Wow... you answered every question I was going to ask you,” I admitted, a little awestruck.
“I... tend to do that,” she giggled. Now about that horse thing...”
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Reshaping into my normal self I wanted to immediately jump right into an equine body, but there was Mark beside me; we were magnets of opposite poles. He held my shoulders and I held his back, and we bathed in each other’s embrace for a few moments, making out here in the clearing.
“S-so, want to see me get bigger now?” I finally asked. “I can’t wait to show you...”
“Do your thing. But I hope you don’t charge for horse rides.”
“Oh Mark!” I kissed him one more time then jogged out of his way, my torso already barreling forward as my legs extended and gained muscle. My hands and feet collapsed into hooves as a tail slid its way out from my growing posterior, and while this happened fine brown hairs began to coat my body. Pressing my neck and face outward into lengthy equine counterparts, my ears marched up to the top of my head and became pointed, flanking a tuft of long black hair with a mane extending behind it. My eyes moved to the sides of my new visage to render me a full mare.
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Rebecca turned out amazing as always. I pet her side and walked around her just to get a thorough look. She appeared to be athletic and exquisitely groomed; not a stray hair in sight. The both of my hands now on her back I hoisted myself onto her and took hold of the base of her neck.
“Ready to ride, partner?” she asked happily.
“Giddy up girl!” She started galloping around the sides of the clearing, so I leaned down on her to absorb the shocks and bumps. After three laps she instructed me to disembark. I did so only to see her shifting again, her legs shortening and her neck retracting.
I observed her hair lightening up to a white coloration as her ears angled off to the sides of her head. Her muzzle shortened and her nose became somewhat flat while she pulled her mane into her neck and most of her neck into her torso, which was squaring and bulking up as well. Her tail waned into a rope-like cord with a group of black hairs at the end. To complete her changes she painted splotches of black everywhere on her body as an udder grew into shape between her legs. Rebecca then mooed.
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“Why a cow?” asked my boyfriend.
“Well I’ve been a pig and a horse already so I thought I’d make myself into another farm animal. Also I’m oddly fascinated by going from equine to bovine form; it’s just a peculiarly intriguing transformation.”
“That is true, it was also very fluid, maybe due to the similarity of shape between them.”
“Mhm, that’s a good point. Alright, a few more shifts, then we can go back to the campsite,” I said as I dug my hooves into the ground, my legs fusing together. With the pressure mounting below my chest and stomach regions I hardened my single leg into wood, retracted my head into my ribs, smoothed the area left behind, and rustled about as I quickly lightened up into a hedge.
Mark toyed with my tiny leaves, especially noticing their blossoming into small pink flowers. I didn’t yet spawn any ear holes in this form, but once I did I heard his charming giggle.
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Next, while Rebecca’s roots were planted, she shot her body upward in a quite fluid fashion as her every feature seemed to enlarge. Her canopy rising she exposed what was now the trunk of a simple but large oak tree. Leaning against her I sat down and smiled, rubbing her rough, solid bark as I sat in her shade.
“Can I climb you?” I later inquired, her many branches like tentacles on a jellyfish.
“Oh totally! Let me just reinforce myself a bit so your boots don’t chip my bark, because that would tend to hurt.” Her rough bumps receded into only small mounds in the same dusty grayish-brown complexion. Seeing this, I leapt up and took hold of a branch, pulling my torso up to guide my entire body into the leafy cover of my girlfriend, thanks to the leverage. I kept climbing until I reached the near top, at which point I requested another use of Rebecca’s powers: melting down so I could be brought back to earth.
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My branches sagging I eased my steadfast body to give it a gummy texture, allowing me to very gradually spread out along the grass to give Mark his ride to terra firma. My melting losing control at the last minute I sensed him fall, though he landed in my puddle feet first, therefore only splashing me and his boots. “Damn!” he cursed, stepping out of me carefully.
Knowing by now it was dusk I took dominion over my puddle, drawing myself in and sculpting into the form of an LED lantern. I flicked myself on with the switch I’d installed, flashing a little for noticeability. A few seconds later I was picked up.
Using the eye I spawned under my illuminated core I viewed the walk back to the campsite from about two and a half feet off the ground. It’s weird being carried and feeling short at the same time but I’ll likely get used to it like I get used to other shapeshifting-related oddities.
Setting me by the fire pit I watched the flame slowly dwindle. Increasing my pliability I enlarged, moving like a putty into my native form. It was just then the shrinking fire, soon to be dead, revealed two glimmers of light within their own shadow not far from the tent I gasped and kept my mouth shut.
Mark noticed too. His movements very quiet and calculated, I saw the fear in his eyes as his right hand moved to his car’s trunk release.