A star in the Skye Pt. 01

I laughed as I followed her in. The place was absolutely gorgeous, with wooden walls that gave the room a soft, warm glow. Various instruments lined the walls, along with probably a dozen or so fan posters. Soft jazz was playing through the surround sound system, and I could smell Italian food in the air.

“That smells delicious!” I said, taking a seat on one of the stools that lined the counter. “What is it?”

“6 layer lasagna!” She announced with a sweep of her arm. “Complete with fresh garlic bread, bread dipping oil, and fresh salad to start! I uh..I kind of eat a lot.” She added with an embarrassed look. “So don’t feel like you need to eat everything.”

I waved a hand. “It’s ok! I’m just starving, and it smells delicious. And this place! It’s absolutely gorgeous!”

Now she beamed. “Thank you! I’m just lucky that my line of work allows me to afford such a place!”

“What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m a professional musician! I help record sound bits for ads, shows, and a bunch of other things. Plus, I live stream every Friday, playing originals that I composed, along with requests from fans. It’s a fun job!”

“It sounds like it!” I smiled at her enthusiasm. When she got excited, she tended to bounce in place, and she used her hands to punctuate points. It was adorable!

“What about you?” She asked as she pulled the lasagna out from the oven.

“Oh! I’m a professional ASL translator.” I said. “It’s a really rewarding job!”

“That’s amazing!” She gushed. “Do you love it?”

I nodded. “It’s been a dream of mine for a while, so it’s awesome to be able to live it out. It pays pretty well, so at least I can be comfortable.”

“Being comfortable and happy is what counts. And so does food! Speaking of, here you go!” She set a plate in front of me, and the smell made my mouth water. I tried to be polite about not digging in, but when she started attacking hers like a ravenous hyena, my fears went out the window.

We talked a bit more as we ate. I found out that she was adopted by a human family, and my heart ached at hearing some of the stuff she had to go through. We talked about the state of the world and our beliefs, and what we would want to do to change it. All in all, it was a refreshing conversation.

She also causally mentioned that she was trans, but she said it in a way that made me think she had been rejected before. To be quite honest, it didn’t bother me at all, and that was that. I was a firm believer that things like that should just be talked about casually, with no real fanfare involved, and I think she was appreciative of that.

As she cleaned up the plates, I took another minute to study her. She was in casual clothing today, a complete switch from the other night. She wore a tanktop with some jeans and boots, and her hair was still in it’s braided ponytail.

“Can I ask a question? Why do you have your hair in such a tight braid?”

“Oh!” She pulled it from behind her head, studying it as if she had forgotten it’s existence. “I don’t know much about my peoples customs, but I do know that they would grow their hair out and braid it. The two halves of the hair coming together signified the two halves of yourself that you had to work on. One half was the selfish part, the one that wants greed and money. The other half is the one that wants life and love, to flourish and grow. In my culture, you’re supposed to learn how to balance the two out, so that you can live in harmony with yourself.”

I smiled. “That’s actually really beautiful! Do you ever wear it down?”

She just shrugged. “Not too often, no. My hair is also thick, so it gets in my eyes more than I want to admit. This just makes it easier all around.”

I nodded, and my heart went out to this girl. Here she was, separated from her people and her culture, and yet she tried her hardest to keep some of the traditions alive. I couldn’t even imagine how hard it was for her.

“Now, can I ask you a question?” She said, leaning on the counter. I noticed that she did it in a way that exposed her cleavage, and I was having a hard time focusing on her eyes. Her grin told me it was intentional.

“If you had the chance, would you ever have sex with a hybrid?”

The question was so blunt that I spit out the water that I was in the middle of drinking. “W...what?” I stammered, my face going red.

Giggling, she grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess. “You heard me. Would you ever sleep with a hybrid?”

I swallowed hard. “Uh..I mean...yeah. You’re people too, you know?” I then mentally facepalmed at what I just said. “What I mean is yes, I think that hybrids are gorgeous. Just the combination between human and animal, you know? I’ve just...always been attracted to that. Is that weird?”

She shook her head. “It’s not weird at all, Marshal. And you’re right. We are people. A lot of folks forget that fact. They focus on us being part animal, and in their mind, that’s enough to strip us of our own rights. It’s refreshing to hear someone say that.”

I stayed silent for a minute as I thought, toying with my water glass. “That really angers me.” I said finally. “It pisses me off that our world is bigoted and hateful. I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, and your personality matches you. If people would just get to know you, they would see that you’re not really different than them.”

“I agree.” Her voice right next to me made me jump, and I turned to see her standing about a foot away. She was quiet as hell, because I didn’t even hear her move. “And I’m flattered that you think I’m gorgeous. To be honest, I think you’re handsome as hell, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.”

I swallowed as my arousal shot through the roof. Something about this beautiful creature being so close to me just made me melt. “Wh..what do you mean?” I whispered.

“I want you, Marshal.” She murmured, stroking my cheek softly. “I want to make you moan and writhe underneath my hands. I want to hear you and feel you all night long. I've wanted to make sweet love to you since I laid eyes on you.”

I shuddered as a small muted orgasm ripped through me, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips. Goddamit, she had barely even touched me and I had already cum! Fuck, this was going to be a long night.

“Would you like that?” She purred in my ear, and I nodded, swallowing hard. I felt comfortable with her, and if she wanted to sleep with me, I would happily oblige her.

Grabbing my hand, Skye led me into her bedroom. A king size bed sat in the middle of the wall on the far side, and LED’s lining the upper edges of the walls gave the room a soft glow. When we got to the bed, she gave me a light push so that I landed on my back. The show of authority was exactly what I needed, and I knew that the power shift was going to be on her side for now.

With the grace only a cat possessed, she slowly crawled on top of me. I groaned as I felt her own erection push into my stomach. “If you want any of this to stop at any time, just tell me, alright?” She said, leaning down so that our lips were inches apart. “Otherwise, I’m going to make you mine tonight. And if you’re a good boy, I might even let you cum, understand?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. Grinning, Skye lowered her lips to mine, kissing me softly at first. My eyes closed as my dreams came true. I had always fantasized about sleeping with a hybrid, and the fact that she was a transwoman only made it better. I was in the mood to get fucked hard, and judging by the massive bulge in her shorts, I knew that I was going to get my wish.

The kiss itself was heavenly, and the feeling of her heavy body on top of me added fuel to the fire. Despite being shorter than me, she was probably a good 100 pounds heavier, most of it muscle.

I jumped, and then moaned into the kiss as one of her hands found my nipples. I had overly sensitive nubs, but she seemed to sense that. Using her claw, she lightly traced over the tip through my sweatshirt, causing it to harden. The kiss got deeper and more passionate, and soon our hands were roaming all over each other.

Breaking the kiss, Skye sat up with a small growl that made my belly tremble. I drank in the sight of her body, still not quite comprehending my luck.

“Lift.” She commanded in a deep voice, grabbing the hem of my hoodie. I obeyed, lifting my arms so that she could pull off both shirts in one swift move.

“You are absolutely beautiful.” She groaned, her eyes drinking in the sight of me. I was the type of guy that had a body that was both feminine and masculine. My skin was soft, smooth and hair free, but I also had lean muscle and the hint of a six pack. One thing that had always made me a bit self conscious was the fact that I had larger than normal nipples for a guy, but Skye didn’t seem to mind at all.

As a matter of fact, she showed me how much she enjoyed them by latching her mouth onto one of them. My eyes rolled back as her rough tongue teased and licked away, and I felt both nubs hardening.

I reached up, intending to fondle her as well, but she smoothly grabbed both arms and pinned them above me. The show of dominance caused another small orgasm to go off in my belly, and I knew that the front of my jeans were coated with pre-cum.

“P...please mistress...”I whimpered, my body writhing under hers. “I just want to touch you.”

She pulled her mouth off of my nipple with a loud pop and sat up, still holding my hands down. Her predatory grin sent shivers through my body.

“And why would I let you do that?” She purred, using her free hand to trace a claw up and down my torso. “I never gave you permission, did I?”

I shook my head quickly, my brain refusing to form words.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” She said, grabbing my nipple and twisting lightly.

“N...no mistress!” I stammered, the sweet pain adding fuel to my fire. She let go and grinned, petting my hair.

“There, that’s a good boy. It’s only going to be yes mistress and no mistress from here on out, understand?”

“Yes mistress!” I said quickly, and she purred her approval.

“Now, you’re going to keep your arms above your head while I explore more of your delicious body, is that understood?”

I nodded so hard, I thought my teeth would chatter.

Getting off and sitting next to me, she lowered her nose and took a big whiff of my crotch. The move was so erotic and dirty that I almost came from the sight alone. Grinning up at me, she quickly undid my buttons and pulled my pants down, leaving my boxers in place.

“You are absolutely dripping down here, baby.” She groaned, licking my shaft through the boxers. “I didn’t know you were a faucet when you were turned on.”

I turned my head as shame flooded my cheeks with color. I had always produced a lot of precum when I was turned on, and I was afraid she wasn’t going to like it.

“Marshal.” Her deep voice commanded me to look back at her, and I gulped audibly as her big eyes bore into mine. “Are you ashamed about being so wet?”

“Y...yes mistress.” I whispered, my heart tripping.

“Really? Hmm...” She thought for a moment, her ears perked up in concentration. Then she got a wicked grin on her face. “I want you to tell me how wet you are.” She said, tracing a claw up my shaft. “I want you tell me how hard and horny you are. I want everything.

I could feel my face get even redder as my eyes grew wide. “T..tell you?” I squeaked, my heart hammering now. Her silence was my confirmation, and I swallowed hard again.

“I...I get really wet when I’m...um...turned on.” I said, my face burning. “Sometimes, if I get turned on enough, you can see it in public. And..um...I get afraid of being caught. But then that adds to my excitement. I don’t know. I just...tend to gush a LOT of precum.”

That wicked grin still on her face, Skye just nodded slowly. “So my little boy toy gets excited at being embarrassed, hm?” She said softly. “That is really hot, baby. You should be ashamed, too. Look how wet you are.”

She punctuated her statement by dragging the tip of her tongue across the head of my cock, causing me to whimper as more shame flooded me. Pulling my boxers down, she took a minute to admire my dick, licking her lips in a way that made my mouth go dry.

“Don’t move a muscle, boy toy.” She growled, flicking a glance up at me.

“Yes mistr..ohfuckinggodjesuschrisfuckme!” My words tumbled into one long sentence as she took the entirety of my length into her mouth, humming happily as my feet drummed against the bed. It felt absolutely heavenly, and I honestly thought that I’d be a bit more scared of her sharp teeth and rough tongue.

But that only added to the erotic nature of what was happening, and she was an expert at making sure that she didn’t hurt me. Up and down she bobbed, using her tongue to swirl around the tip on every round. Nothing else existed other than this amazing girl and her mouth.

With her free hand, she used her finger to trace up the length of my asscrack, and I felt my belly start to tremble with anticipation. Her claw, sharp as a needle, drug ever so lightly across my hole, and I had to fight the urge to lift myself up to meet her.

She pulled off my cock with a groan, sitting up and undoing the buttons on her shorts.

“You’re a fucking piece of art.” She growled, pulling her shorts and underwear down. Her cock, a beautiful 8 inches of thick meat, sprang to attention immediately. Her cock was surprisingly human looking, and it had to be at least two inches thick.

I swallowed hard at the sight, both nervous and excited for what it was going to bring. Her shirt was the next to come off, and soon she sat naked in front of me, her beautiful fur covered body on display. It was then that I realized how built she was. You could see the rippling of muscle underneath the fur, and her tummy was taut and firm.

The fur on her breasts and tummy seemed be almost softer, creating a smooth skin effect. Her nipples, which had to be the size of fifty cent pieces, hardened in the cool air of the bedroom, and she moaned as she rolled one around in her fingers.

“Like what you see, boy toy?” She asked, biting her lip as her other hand fisted her cock. I nodded, entranced by this goddess in front of me. Putting a knee on the bed, she beckoned me over to her. I made it a point to shed my own clothes along the way, so by the time I got to her beautiful body I was also naked.

Looking up at her, I asked for permission silently. She smiled and nodded, reaching out to pet my hair. “Go ahead, baby.” She whispered. “It’s all yours.”

Bending down, I wrapped a hand around the thick base of her cock, surprised and delighted by how hot it felt. I had heard stories about hybrids running hotter than humans, and it had been a sort of kink of mine. Lowering my head, I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked across the tip, moaning as I tasted her sweet pre-cum.

Getting bolder, I swirled my tongue around the head, using my hand to pump as I did. Her moans and hisses were enough to spur me on, and I used my other hand to fondle her balls as I pleasured her. This wasn’t the first time that I had given someone head, but it was the first time I had given a woman head, and I have to say that it was a hundred times more erotic than just giving some guy head.

Tilting my head, I licked up the length of her shaft before lowering my mouth inch by inch. I wanted to give her the best head of her life, but even as I worshiped her beautiful cock, another thought formed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but grin around a mouthful of meat at the brilliance of it.

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Skye

I let out a satisfied groan as Marshals mouth lowered onto my cock. Dear fucking goddess above, this boy was driving me absolutely crazy! This encounter was beyond my wildest dreams, and I knew it was only going to get better and better.

I watched through half closed eyes as his head bobbed slowly up and down my cock. I had to fight the urge to just fuck his face senselessly, mainly because I wasn’t quite sure if that would bother him or not. But that urge only got stronger when he looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

His gaze stayed locked with mine as he lowered his mouth back down, inch by inch, until I was buried in his tight throat. Fucking hell.

He must have sense how crazy he was driving me, because he smiled with his eyes as he came back up, and then down on my shaft. I had been given head before, but most people just slobbered all over it, not knowing exactly what to do. This boy, though, knew exactly what he was doing as he blew me. His tongue worked in tandem with his mouth, teasing in certain places that I had never felt before.

When I felt myself getting close, I pulled him off of my cock and up for a deep kiss. But as we were kissing, I felt something weird happen. It was almost as if something shifted between the two of us, something subtle but there.

My suspicions were confirmed when Marshal grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeper and harder. His hand stayed on my cock, pumping slowly, but that grip tightened as well. When we broke the kiss, I was a little breathless and VERY turned on.

“You know,” He said conversationally, scooting back on the bed, “There is one thing that I neglected to tell you. Something that I think could spice up this night in a hurry.”

My head tilted in curiosity at his words. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“I’m a magic user.” He replied, a saucy grin on his face. “And one of my favorite abilities is that I can change my gender anytime I want. So I could be your little boy toy. Or….” He trailed off with a wink, and I felt my heart trip at this new piece of information. I’d had friends before who were magic users, but none of them were strong enough to do more than lifting a cup.

I watched as Marshals body started to shimmer with magic, and he let his head drop back with a moan. The process was so smooth and seamless that, even afterwards, I still had a hard time comprehending what had happened.

His skin seemed to get lighter in tone, becoming beautifully milky white. His nipples, which were already puffy, seemed to push outwards, growing and expanding. The skin underneath it ballooned outwards, filling into a beautiful bustline.

His body became even more slender, with his waist collapsing inwards while his hips expanded outwards. When he rolled his head a little, I saw that his already beautiful face was taking on feminine features, with large eyes, high cheekbones, and hair that flowed like silk outwards.

It was his crotch that got my attention though. His cock started to deflate, shrinking into his groin as his balls sucked up inwards. The skin became smooth before a slit appeared, the lips gleaming pink in the soft light of the room.

Slender but muscular legs became shapely and longer, and his feet became smaller and more dainty. When it was all said and done, the person that sat in front of me was absolutely stunning.

SHE picked her head back up and grinned at me, running her hands over her body.

“Fuck, how I’ve missed this.” She said, her voice sultry and feminine. “So? What do you think of your ‘boy toy’ now?”

My mouth was dry, and I was at a complete loss of words. But I’m pretty sure my cock got even harder at the sight of this beautiful creature in front of me. She laughed at the blank expression on my face, and with the grace of a cat, crawled on her hands and knees over to me. A glimpse of her perfect, heart shaped ass almost made me cum right there.

Getting up on her knees, she wrapped her arms around my neck, staring deeply into my eyes.

“I think this might be a lot funner, don’t you?” She asked, and I nodded, entranced by her even bluer eyes. “Good. But that’s not the only advantage of being like this. You see, I feel powerful like this, and feeling powerful makes me want to dominate the shit out of someone.” She leaned in so that her lips were right next to my ear. “So how about you be a good little kitten for me and show me how obedient you can be?”