Gaming vs. Femboy Ch. 07

All too soon, the ground reared its ugly head again. Cass's flapping to try and stave it off only left him less controlled again at the very end, and he landed in rough and ungainly fashion, rolling end over end a few times and depleting more of his now scarce hit points in the process. He did end up splatting onto something soft at the very tail end of it all, and just kind of lay there panting, glad to not be dead.

At least his crash site was scenic. A bit of a private glade with majestic trees dotted about and a lovely little pond nearby. The view was nice, but not his focus at the moment.

"Well that wasn't exactly ideal," Cass announced to the world at large. "And I dare say it wasn't even necessary."

"What's that?"

Cass, not as shocked as he felt he should be, slowly turned his head toward the curious voice's direction. There was--and he was pretty sure it hadn't been there a moment ago--the bemused face of a blue, transparent girl floating right next to him. Well not floating as such, but he was having trouble processing what exactly was going on.

"Hello," Cass tried, often a safe bet when intelligence failed him.

"Hi," the girl said chipperly. "Who are you?"

"Um... Cass."

"Neat! I'm Masala!"

Cass blinked. "Masala?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I'm spicy." Masala grinned. "Nice to meet you Umcass!"

"No no, just Cass," Cass said quickly.

"Justcass?"

Cass sighed. "You're mistaking me on purpose, aren't you?"

Masala giggled. "Yeah. But to be fair, you did kind of splat me without asking, so arguably you started it."

Cass, having tried to avoid it, followed Masala's neckline down toward the ground. It wasn't properly a neck, in some ways. It was supporting her head, but at the moment was thin and flexible, and didn't connect to any set of shoulders or indeed a torso. Cass noted as well that the soft landing he'd mildly appreciated a moment ago also appeared to match the colour and texture of his new acquaintance.

"Sorry," he said.

"That's ok. Looked like an accident," Masala said cheerfully. "And I guess I don't mind you sitting in me. You're cute. And... mostly nakey too."

Cass blushed. "It's a long story."

"That's alright. We all get to be who we want in this game. Don't gotta 'splain nothin' if you don't want to."

Masala collected herself somewhat, which in this case meant more of her gelatinous mass gathered under her head, and a rather shapely set of chest, shoulders, and arms formed as Cass watched. She still didn't have a lower half in the traditional sense, but he was beginning to suspect she could fix that at any point.

"You're a, what, shapeshifter of some kind?" Cass asked.

"Slimegirl," Masala said. "Started as a joke, my friend never thought I'd do it. Turns out to be really fun though."

She smirked as she caught Cass checking out her tits. He flushed bright red as they visibly increased in size before his very eyes and bounced with the added mass and volume.

"Looks fun," Cass said, trying vainly not to keep staring.

It wasn't even that she was naked, whatever that meant in her shifting body, though that didn't hurt. It was actually just fascinating the way she moved, the way her body kept readjusting in small or large ways, the way nothing stayed quite the same from minute to minute. And yes, it was particularly interesting around her breasts, but it mostly wasn't about being horny. Mostly.

"It is," Masala agreed seriously. "I mean, I had to get used to being naked a lot. Clothes don't work for me. Like at all."

"You could just pick a different shape," Cass suggested. "It would disguise the nudity thing if you didn't have your various parts showing."

Masala frowned down at herself. "I have done that at times, I suppose. Or I've dragged a loose robe around for when I want some modesty." She brightened again. "But it's kinda fun to be nude out in the world too. You must know what I'm talking about, mister only-wearing-stockings."

"That's... another long story," Cass sighed, trying not to let embarrassment win again. "But it, uh, definitely has its charms."

"Right? Is it a sexy thing for you, or just like a freedom thing?" Masala spread her arms and did a spin in the open air. "I like both, I think. Though streaking in cities and stuff is a li'l too much for me."

Cass thought back to the recent past and the small orgy he'd engaged in with his party. Then back to the slightly less recent past with other sexual partners, or indeed sexual adversaries as the case may be.

"I like the way people look at me like this," Cass said eventually. "I was never deliberately trying to be a showoff or a slut, but it seems to keep happening. Though I maaayyy encourage it a little here and there. Just a little," he repeated with a shy smile. "I've, uh, never been someone who attracts the same kind of attention in the real world."

"Fun, isn't it?" Masala grinned. "We can be whoever we want in this game. It's so exciting! And kind of weirdly comforting."

"You choose to be a nudist slimegirl," Cass gently teased.

"And you're a slutty winged boi," Masala replied easily without a hint of malice. She did another spin, this time rotating on multiples axes and making Cass's brain hurt to try and follow her motion with his eyes. "We're free here."

"That's a really nice way of looking at things," Cass admitted. "I am free here in a way I never was before. Makes me wonder sometimes if I'm not who I'm supposed to be in the real world."

Masala shrugged, a movement she made hypnotic and intoxicating without appearing to even think about it. Only her evil little smirk gave any indication she knew exactly what she was doing with her fluid body.

"I wouldn't worry about it," she said. "This is a fantasy. It doesn't have to define you out there any more than your real self defines you in here."

"Both of myselves are really enjoying your tits," Cass said.

Masala laughed and lay back on the grass. The rest of her mass slowly pooled away from Cass's bottom and flowed toward her. The hint of bare legs formed where Masala reclined, but in turn the rest of her body lost some definition as she relaxed far more literally than most people ever could. She apparently deliberately kept her breasts fully defined as the rest of her went a bit gooey.

"You've got a cute cock," Masala replied in turn. "And your bum is quite nice. I got a proper faceful when you landed, you know."

"Happy to please," Cass said, warming up to Masala enough by now that he only barely blushed at the notion of having dived ass-first onto--or into--a stranger.

The two of them eased into a casual conversation, each becoming more and more comfortable with the other the longer they hung out. It perhaps helped they had both started out naked from the get go, or near enough to it. From there it really wasn't difficult to be comfortable talking about lots of things. Nothing in particular really, just general life stuff and their mutual experiences with the game so far.

"You know I'm really shy in real life actually," Masala said.

Cass examined her sprawled out form. She was in a half-melted state, but continued to keep her tits evident for his benefit, and she often enough had the shape of a pussy formed as well.

"I don't think I believe that," Cass said.

"It's true," Masala insisted.

She shifted her whole body from lying on her back with her feet toward Cass, to lying on her tummy facing him. She did so via flowing into one messy pile, then reshaping herself in the position she wanted.

Cass swallowed hard at her new pose, complete with feet kicking softly in the air. Her breasts pressed against the ground with bountiful cleavage on display, and if anything were more enticing than sticking straight up. She also had the sort of booty that could happily describe as juicy in more ways than one. He was painfully curious what it was actually feel like to the touch. His experience of sitting in her gave him some idea, but not enough to mentally fill in the blanks.

Masala grinned, inflating her ass to ridiculous proportions while Cass was busy perving on her. A girl who could do that sort of thing on a whim couldn't help but inspire lewd thoughts to even the most strong-willed, and Cass didn't possess overly much will at the best of times.

"Prim and proper in real life?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. His voice cracked midway through, spoiling his attempt.

"Hardly," Masala snorted. "I'm a horny little thing there too. Just shy is all. I don't think I'd want to be as free as I am here or anything, but... maybe it would be nice to have a little more fun sometimes." She sighed. "Honestly, I probably just get in my head too much. In theory it shouldn't be so hard to get what I want. I just can't make myself be as brave as I am in game."

Cass nodded. "I get that. You think I wander around naked and full of cum in reality?"

"Probably not," Masala said with a teasing grin. "Be kind of hot if you did though."

"A common belief, as it happens," Cass said. "Good news for me, perhaps, no one in reality can cum as much as everyone seems to in game."

Masala gave his cock and balls some serious attention for a moment, enough to make Cass think about putting his legs together.

"How much do you cum?" she finally ask.

"Ha, a lot now that I got turned into an angel," Cass said. "It's been a fun change."

Masala bit her lip, or did something with the same sort of effect given that her slime body didn't properly have lips or teeth as such. "Wanna show me?"

Cass's cock twitched just at the question, making Masala giggle. He had technically had lots of sex already in the past little while, yet found himself intrigued and horny all over again. Not that it was any shock to him, or indeed his new friend.

"Say I do," he said. "How does... how do you...."

"Hehe, if you're asking if I'll help, and how that works," Masala said, "then it's a yes, and the answer is pretty much anything you want."

"In what sense?"

Masala shrugged. "Where do you want to stick your dick in me?"

"What?"

"I'm serious. It can be anywhere. I'm only partly solid at the best of times. Watch."

Cass gaped in amazement as Masala reached for him, trailing slimy fingers up his thigh, and caressed his cock. The sensation made him groan as she didn't just fondle him, she actually pressed her palm to him and let his whole cock sink into her hand.

"See?" Masala said proudly. "I redefine handjobs. Among other things."

"Oh fuck," Cass breathed. "Oh no. That feels really good."

He could see his cock inside her, through her hand and into her wrist. Her semi-transparency meant he could watch while she jerked him off in her own unique way and see the whole thing happening, every detail, all the while still not quite believing it.

"Of course it feels good," Masala bragged. "My whole body's like... like a slimy, gooey pussy. Kinda."

"... your whole body?"

Masala grinned at Cass. "What lewd thing are you thinking, hm?"

"I don't want to say."

"Bruh. You telling me we're just gonna be vanilla about this?" Masala demanded.

"What part exactly of me fucking your hand is vanilla?" Cass countered.

"Just saying... could be my tits. I know you like 'em."

Masala's body flowed, and without every leaving Cass's cock for a second, she maneuvered so he was titfucking her instead of handfucking him.

"Aw fuck," Cass groaned. "This is weird. But hot?"

"Hehe, yeah," Masala beamed, bouncing rhythmically back and forth to make her boobs jiggle along his shaft. "Come on. Be weird with me."

Cass gave in. She made some persuasive arguments.

Masala giggled happily as he tried to grab her and thrust into her boobs. She was slippery and fluid, impossible to get a firm grip on. His hands kept sliding inside her too, for extra challenge.

She toyed with him, as though he weren't already lost and helpless enough when it came to sex with her unique physical properties. She kept flowing her body around, making him fuck her face, her tits, her ass, her pussy, and occasionally just random parts of her body for the hell of it. It all felt the same, and it felt amazing for that matter, but it was a trip to try and process it all. He had to just give in and enjoy the ride.

Masala seemed to enjoy making Cass progressively lose his balance more and more, and gradually sink into her all the deeper as a consequence. It wasn't just his cock going deep in the sexy blue slimegirl, but his hands sank into her when he tried to use her for balance, and his whole front only stayed partly afloat atop her.

"This... this isn't like a trap... right?" Cass panted.

"Haha, no. Why, you scared you'll get stuck in me and have to feel good forever?" Masala asked amusedly.

"Not forever. But enough to maybe do some nefarious things."

Masala brought her face in front of his, giving him a picture perfect pout. "What nefarious things could you possibly suspect me of?"

"None at the moment."

"Oh good."

"It just occurs to me that I can't easily get free of you," Cass said.

Masala smiled dreamily. "Nice, isn't it?"

Cass made another attempt at freeing a hand, which succeeded, but only at the cost of his other arm sinking almost elbow deep into where Masala's tits currently were.

"Does this... feel good for you?" he asked. "Me floundering? Like are you sure I shouldn't have more of a stable position somewhere. I'm barely able to fuck at this rate."

Masala patted his cheek affectionately. "You know, once I get going," she said in horny whisper, "it's kind of like my whole body is one big pussy. Or maybe an erogenous zone, to be more technical. It's not exactly the same feel as a pussy being played with. But it's really nice, and all over me. So like... it all feels good to me."

Dawning understanding hit Cass. It made sense of course, that sex with her would be a very different proposition to... well anyone else that he could think of, as it happened. He'd been trying so hard to equate fucking Masala to sex with someone, anyone, with a fixed body shape. He needed to shake that out of his head.

Cass stopped even trying to gain purchase. It had been a fool's errand. Instead, he let their bodies merge as the flow of the moment dictated. He moved around on top of her and in her, stretching his limbs out, sometimes rocking his hips or just wiggling around.

"Ooh, that's nice," Masala purred affectionately. "That's right cute thing, go deeeep inside me."

She helped pull him in, one slippery hand wrapping around his head and in his hair, one comfortingly on his lower back, and one on....

She had three hands now. She probably thought that was funny. Mostly it was another thing that actually felt really good if Cass just didn't think about it too hard. Plus her third hand was on his butt and teasing its way toward his little bumhole, and he couldn't help but feel like he really, really wanted to know what getting fingered by her felt like.

Masala took care of him too, ebbing and flowing around his cock and balls in a way that wasn't quite fucking or a blowjob, or anything at all he could relate to past experiences. But it was getting him off nicely and he was starting to whimper in pleasure as he was treated to such luxurious, full-body attention.

Letting passion take him, Cass sought Masala's face and tried to kiss her. It took them both a couple attempts to really meet up properly, but he loved the feel of it when their mouths properly joined. As with the rest of her, her lips and tongue weren't as defined and solid as he expected, but kissing her was just as fun if he just let it happen and didn't sweat the mechanics of it all.

"You taste nice," Cass murmured. "Sweet. A little like fruit almost."

"Hehe, thanks," Masala said. "You taste nice too. But in a lewd way. Mind if I use more tongue?"

"How much more?"

"Lots."

Cass grinned, echoing the mischief in her eyes. "Go for it."

He dipped his face toward her again, locking lips and enjoying the way she filled his mouth. He suspected he knew what he was in for by now, and to be fair she wasn't quite as unique as she might think in the way she really started probing deep. Girls in this game had a real thing for penetrating him from either end, or indeed both. The scarier thing was how much he liked it.

Masala's 'tongue' slipped smooth and silky over Cass's and eased its way into his throat. At the same time, as a double distraction, her 'finger' that had been toying with his butthole pushed inside him and stretched him out a little before flowing inside him from that end too. He couldn't quite think of those parts of her as solidly tongue or finger for long, as they kind of just became whatever shape made best sense for sliding deeper inside him.

It felt like getting an internal massage more so than getting fucked. Masala didn't have the rigidity or the force behind her to pound him. She mostly just squeezed, teased, and explored him internally. Just like the feeling of being engulfed in her slimy and soft body on the outside, so his mouth, throat, and bum were treated to her on the inside as well.

"Oh, you're a good boy, huh," Masala cooed.

Cass didn't even bother questioning how she could speak to him while her lips were locked to his and her tongue was neck-deep down his throat. Probably she could just make as many mouths as she felt like. Which was an incredibly horny thought when he extrapolated to a girl who could kiss his mouth, neck, chest, cock, and ass all at the same time if she so chose.

"I've kind of wondered when I was going to freak you out too much," Masala said. "But I'm getting the feeling it isn't going to happen."

Cass shook his head minutely, unable to verbally answer.

"I think that's a big part of my problem dating in reality," she continued. "I'm into... weird things. But I'm super shy. It's not a useful combo." She laughed with self-deprecating energy. "Even too much of a freak for lots of people in game, which is an achievement. I like you though. And I like that you're letting me inside you. Seems like we're as alike as I could have hoped, in certain respects."

If anything, Cass was surprised that this sort of thing would freak people out. The sort of friends he made in game tended to not even blink at the various sexual deviancies that popped up daily.

Though he had to admit, to be fair, his experiences also included far more people eager to stuff cocks, tentacles, and miscellaneous extremities inside him than was probably average. He might be developing a very skewed impression of the denizens of this world.

He also was a very cute and slutty boi in game, and did rather tend to encourage the attention of those he found sexually interesting. The more Cass thought about it, the more he realized that Masala was probably right. They were both kind of sexual weirdos who wouldn't dream of attempting half the stuff in reality that they did here. But it was so fun and so easy not to let his usual standards interfere with opportunities as they presented themselves.

Cass moved his hand to Masala's cheek, or at least where it seemed to be based the fact that she hadn't stopped kissing him yet. Thank goodness for not technically needing to breathe.

It was a slow-moving process, as he essentially was trying to slip his whole arm through Masala's gelatinous body and place a comforting hand to her face via her own internal structure. She thankfully understood what he was going for and leaned into his touch.

"And you're sweet," she murmured. "A girl could get used to this."

Cass moaned as Masala's twin tendrils met each other inside him, joining his mouth and ass in one continuous loop of slimegirl all around and through him. It was amazing, intense, and super hot. His cock twitched inside Masala, leaking copious precum, wanting to explode. He wasn't quite there yet until she discovered his wings.