Growing Acceptance Ch. 01

Or is it etymologist? I always get those two confus-

My thoughts were derailed when she used her tail to press down on the puffy flesh of my mons, the tip poking into my clit. Gasping, I curled over her foot like I'd been punched in the gut. My new growth, wobbled its short two inch length from where it extruded from my rear, ground against the porcelain of the tub, reminding me of its existence. With an 'eep', I threw up my emotional walls, my discomfort with my changing body strangling the mood that Lexi had been cultivating.

"Hey," Lexi said, noticing my sudden shift in demeanor.

I didn't react.

So she grabbed my foot and, matching the motion of her tail, began an unprompted massage. Startled, I met her entrancing blue eyes across the sudsy water.

"There you are. Talk to me, honey. What's bothering you?" she gently prodded.

I hesitated, the words sticking in my throat. Looking at her though, I saw nothing but love and patience, reminding me how much we cared for each other. It gave me the strength to reveal the truth. "I know Bel has a plan, but my body feels... ugly to me. Malformed," I admitted while staring at the water, hyperaware of my budding horns and tail.

She popped a toe in her mouth, her tongue teasing. I shivered at the inherent dirtiness of her actions. I fingered the bumps that poked out of from above my temple. With a final lick from heel to toe she released my foot back to the murky depths, never relenting the consistent pressing of her tail.

"Syd, you are so beautiful. I wish you could see how you look through my eyes," she said wistfully. "But that's a problem for another time. Right now you have one job, to find the limits of pleasure. And exceed them if possible." With that as her final word, she snaked her tail between my lips, filling my pussy with silken flesh and, before long, my senses with ecstasy.

After she'd forced me over the edge, she soothed my shaky body with tender touches. Soft as a father with a newborn babe, she lulled me into a malleable state of transcendence by cleaning and rinsing my body with her talented hands, humming softly into my ear as she worked. Her voice was even sweeter than usual, magnified as it was by the wonderful acoustics. Rousing me with a passionate kiss, she directed me out of the bath. There was a moment when her eyes widened and her pupils dilated with excitement, an idea coming to her but before I could notice she shielded it, handing me a fluffy towel.

Toweling off from our unexpectedly shared bath, I approached our enormous bed, the sprawling edifice taking up most of the space of the room. Larger than king size, the eminently comfy bed, was still pristine, unchristened by any of our more passionate actions. A mesh hamper in the corner caught my wet towel, my newly dried hair falling in damp waves that tickled my shoulders. Reality slowly intruded on the lingering effects of the wonderful orgasm and Lexi's loving care. The strangeness of the changes I'd undergone still twinged through when I poked at my baby horns and turned to see the stump of a tail. Silken hips slid under my palms while I examined over the softness of my skin and curves.

Still nothing compared to Lexi.

"What you thinking about?" my lover asked. Skin still glistening with bathwater, she'd snuck behind me and wrapped me into an embrace.

"Simply musing." I relaxed into her arms.

Or, as I like to think of it, my favorite place in the world. I could spend an eternity nestled here.

Calmed by her aroma, I was completely unprepared for what came next.

Subtly rocking us side to side, she'd repositioned us so her back was to the bed. Then, with a move that would make a professional Greco-Roman wrestler proud, she sprung onto the bed taking me along for the ride.

"Ahhh," a short yell ripped from my lips as we sailed through the air. Followed shortly by an 'oof' as we hit the bed, her breasts cushioning my impact. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my heart beat in double time, my body's response to the unexpected throw. Freezing, my brain overloaded as it tried to process what had just happened.

Lexi's smugness, floated through the air of our bedroom while she exploited my momentary helplessness to hook her ankles over my thighs, prying them apart. One hand went to my breasts while the other slunk to my pussy. My labia rabidly slickened under her firm caressess. I gasped when her teeth pinched my earlobe, a shiver working its way down my spine. My knees quivered as I tried to close them, my body instinctively trying to protect itself from Lexi's sudden sexual onslaught. Her legs easily overpowered my feeble attempts, and I had no other option but to surrender to her desires. She sank her middle and ring finger deep, rocking her wrist furiously, my flesh yielding, welcoming, her fingers with relish. This was not a slow leisurely affair. Lexi wanted it abrupt and fierce and strictly one sided. The hand at my breast pinched and rolled my stiff nipple and that was all she wrote. I could do nothing but grasp desperately at the bedsheets, my orgasm stealing reason and thought from me.

"Give me your dick," she growled into my ear.

As if summoned by her command, my dick manifested itself over my pussy that was currently being plundered.

"Good girl."

I moaned, trying to twist but Lexi held me close. Lexi took my masculinity in her hand, taking a moment to wet the length with the moisture from my pussy, before she gave me a handjob equally as furious as her fingering. Breathless gasps were all I could manage under the two pronged assault. My body rebelled, trying to resist the unprepared orgasm that Lexi was forcing on me.

But there was nothing to be done.

"That's it, honey. Let it go. I've got you."

Trusting her, I relaxed, free falling into the pure bliss of release. As always, Lexi caught me, bringing me back to Earth with gentle strokes. Mindless coo's leaked from my mouth as the natural high faded. Even with my vastly increased sexual experience over the last two months, the two releases in such a short amount of time had me feeling drained. My hand patted at her thigh and the hold there slackened, my impromptu pillow softening beneath me. My eyes lidded heavily when Lexi began to massaging away my tension. Detaching from reality, I floated in the a well ravished cloud of satisfaction. A sour note pulled me from my reverie. Nervousness, floated into my brain and I recognized the experience as a glimpse into Lexi's current mood; my newfound powers manifesting, providing me with expanded emotional intuitiveness.

Why would she be nervous?

Just as I began to sober up, Lexi tilted her head so her cheek kissed the side of my head, allowing her to speak softly directly into my ear.

"So, I was thinking..."

"Scary," I chimed while patting her thigh, trying to ease whatever problem she was trying to broach with me.

She chuckled. "I want to play a game with you." She paused and I waited for her to find the words while she waited for me to respond. "And I'd like to place a wager on it."

"Ah..." I was starting to understand the broad strokes of what was making her nervous. Rotating on top of her, I sprawled down her body our breasts pressing together as I arched back to meet her sparkling blue eyes. "You know, you can always ask me whatever you have to ask me. You don't have to play these kind of... well, games, I guess."

She smiled at me, averting her eyes and playing with my hair. "It's just... There's something I want us to do together, and you've already expressed... dislike of the idea. And I really really want it."

"Now you are making me nervous." I couldn't resist chasing my words with lingering kisses on her skin. "There's no need to be so coy."

"Humor me please? I will wager three edicts against a single request that you must say yes."

I hesitated. "Would you tell me what the request is if I ask?"

"Of course," she replied earnestly, but I could read the nervous fear and tension in her body.

"Alright. What's the game?" I said, letting my fingers stroke the satiny skin of her back.

She looked gobsmacked. "Really? Just like that?"

I nuzzled in tight. "Of course just like that. I trust you, honey. If you wanted to you could probably convince me to do whatever mysterious thing without any sort of challenge, wager, or whatever. If it's this important to you I want to make it happen. I care about making you happy Lexi... You know that right?" I asked, some of my previous insecurities rearing its head.

Do I show and tell her how I feel enough?

"I love you so much, she said, her throat tight with the intensity of her feelings. She hugged me hard enough that my bones creaked, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"So what did you have in mind? A little strip poker? Some Texas hold'em?" I was eager to see what she was thinking.

"Those are so complicated." She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a little plastic timer. "I was thinking of something simple. Do you think you can beat the clock? The previously discussed wager against whether or not I can make you cum before the last grain of sand hits the bottom."

I wiggled at the thought my body telling me in no uncertain terms that it was achy and sore after Lexi's back to back bouts of enthusiasm. "May I see the timer?"

She handed me the timer, and I flipped it back and forth a couple of times before settling on a single side letting the sand drain from the top. It looked like it had been 'borrowed' from some sort of board game.

"How long is the timer?" I asked.

"Three minutes," she answered, her expression curiously inscrutable.

"Is this really how you want to do this? I mean," as I spoke I slowly maneuvered myself to the side. "After everything you've done today, don't you think you've given me too much of an adv-" I sprung into action. Pushing myself up, I scrambled from the bed, slamming the timer down on the nightstand, avoiding Lexi's grasping arms. "I accept," I called out, not looking back. Giggling, I slipped on the wood in the hallway, slamming into the wall. As much as I wanted to know her request, my pride and competitiveness prevented me from making it easy on her. Also, despite what I'd said, I knew I wasn't favored in any game that involved her and sex-capades.

I made it all of five steps past the bedroom door before Lexi tackled me, her arms wrapping around my knees, taking me to the floor. Her tattoos flashed and the scent of roasted peppers and cinnamon spilled out around her like a seductive smoke bomb. My eyes fluttered, the intensity of her pheromones dragging the arousal kicking and screaming through my body like a thick milkshake through a tiny straw. Lust spilled across me, water spilling over the poorly constructed sandbag walls, soaking everything. Fingers scratched along the floor, my attempts to pull me forward failing. Lexi flipped me onto my back, her arms still latched around the my knees, holding them together, preventing any coordinated effort to push away. Wrapping around me like a rope, her tail secured my legs, allowing her to crawl up my torso. I was stuck in breath stealing cycle of nervous giggles and moans. There was nothing particularly elegant about her approach, but that did not diminish its effectiveness. She filled me with her cock, feeding it into my body with swift thrusts. The sounds of sodden flesh slapping flesh ringed out in our house. A trill of glee, over that of the swiftly overwhelming sensations coming from my pussy, fluttered through my brain.

Our house. This is ours. Our home to fill with joy and love and fun. Somewhere for me to wake up before her just to turn and watch her sleep peacefully, secure in the knowledge that I rest in her arms. A place for gentle cuddles and passionate lovemaking.

Tears filled my eyes that had nothing to do with the the gentle sting of being well and thoroughly fucked. Gasping, I clutched her to my body, my folds fluttering around our conjoined sexes as my orgasm sent roots throughout my body, swaddling my limbs, making them impossible to control.

With a grunt and a sigh, Lexi crossed her own redline, spilling her warm release into my depths. The sensation was still just as thrilling and taboo as the first time she'd done it. Our mixed fluids trickled from between my buttocks to pool on the floor. I wriggled beneath Lexi as we both regained our breath, oxygenating weary muscles in our tangled heap of sweat slicked limbs.

"You win," I sighed into her skin. My tongue darted out to catch a bead of salty Lexi as it tried to roll off her skin.

Yum.

"We win," she replied, pulling her softening length from my sex.

"And what do we win?"

She snorted a tired laugh. "You'll find out when the time is right."

"Damn. Thought I'd get you with that one," I said through a yawn.

"Nope. Too cagey for you." Lexi stood up with the same speed as a geriatric ninety year old, but she scooped me from the floor with ease. "Too cagey by far."

"Yeah you are," I agreed, snuggling into her naked breasts, my lips teasing her nipple without much forethought.

It's just something I enjoy doing.

Her plump pink tip popped from my mouth when she set me on my bed and I whined almost inaudibly. She chuckled, climbing in after me, cocooning me in her flesh and a blanket she pulled over both our bodies, banishing the coolth that was trying to claim the heat from our bodies.

The next morning, I was brushing my teeth when a naked Lexi walked into the bathroom, holding something in her hands, a small device, circular, like a golf ball but entirely the wrong color.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the unusual object. Looking closer, it resembled a squishy translucent egg, barely noticeable but for the wobbling distorted outline.

Nervous, Lexi shifted her hands, hiding the not-an-egg thing behind her back.

"Ahhh. This must have something to do with the mystery request you wrung out of me yesterday. You couldn't really wait? Could You?" I asked around a mouthful of toothpaste, spitting and rinsing it in the sink.

"Well... No. And yes, it is about my request," she admitted, obviously flustered.

She's pretty cute when she's so out of sorts like this.

"So, what is it?" I ask, curious. Sidling toward Lexi, I approached her slowly, careful to not spook her with any sudden motions.

"It's a video camera. Well, a surveillance system. But the difference is pretty moot. The important-"

It was my turn to freeze and grow nervous. "It's a video camera and you want to record the new house... Right?" I asked desperately, not believing the words even as I spoke them.

"No," she said, regaining the iron in her core. "Sydney, I want to videotape us having sex."

"No," I said bluntly, all the ways it could go wrong painting the inner screen of my brain like neon signs. "No. NO! No, no, no, no," my brain was stuck in a knee jerk rejection loop. "Lexi..." I whined, moving to confront her.

She silenced me with a kiss.

"Please," she whispered against my lips. "It's important. And won't be as bad as you think." Her graceful fingers tangled in the hair above the nape of my neck, holding tight as she bumped her forehead against mine.

My stomach clenched uncomfortably and I wanted to pull away, wanted to create some distance, but she didn't let me go. Holding me close like that, somehow calmed me, taming me, like a wild stallion brought slowly to heel.

"Why?" I whispered, words dripping with plaintive shyness.

"Why not?" she responded soothingly, her free hand pulling up my shirt so her palm could tease the skin of my stomach.

Why not indeed... Do I really want to tell this story?

Shuffling my feet, I pinched my lips shut tightly and looked up at Lexi.

No. I do not want to tell the story but it seems I have to anyway.

Closing my eyes, I sighed loudly and threw my head back.

"Is that a yes?" she asked, hopeful like a dog catching a glimpse of a tennis ball.

"No."

Her face fell.

"Not yet," I amended. "Lexi, something happened during my time in highschool, that made me a little... leery of video cameras."

"You. Did. Not. You have a sex tape!" Lexi exclaimed with excitement.

Astonishment and puzzlement were my primary reactions to the outburst. "No. Nothing like that." I arched a brow at her. "Does that really sound like me?"

"No." She overdramatically hung her head, sulking, but I did catch the obvious disappointment in her eyes.

"Sorry to let you down. Now, may I tell the story?"

"Yes," she said, still pouting.

"Thank you," I said sarcastically. Her silly outburst managed to help dispel my lingering attitude of embarrassed stubbornness. Relaxing, I remembered that this was Lexi I was talking to, my big, lovable, succubus significant other. "Now, the event happened after school one day. I think it was a Thursday. Anyway, I had a project I'd been working on, something for biology, I believe it was, something that'd kept me late after class. This had moved back the timetable for my workout, which, in turn, left me with a locker room all to myself. Being alone provided me with a unique opportunity, see when nobody's around, the school is kinda creepy quiet, so I decided to play some tunes on my phone while I cleaned up. The acoustics were so good that I began to sing along, like I would had I been at home. One thing I didn't count on, however, was the way my voice would carry. The music muffled the arrival of one singular asshole, called Adam Murphy by some." I couldn't keep the naked venom of my dislike from my voice. The image of my astonished look as I waltzed from the shower was still seared into my brain from the first time my friend showed me the video. "Like a virus, the video spread, and it was an event that made me notorious for the remainder of my high school career. As well as a proud owner of a video camera complex that is, obviously, still alive to this day."

"Oh, honey..." she said pityingly. "That's horrible." She chewed on her lip and I could feel her smother the obvious question in an attempt to be emotionally considerate.

Smiling wryly, I set my arms across my chest. "You want to see it, don't you?"

"I do. I really, really, do. I'm sorry," she said eagerly without contriteness.

"No, it's fine I've kind of gotten used to it by now. Just beware, I sound like a pitch deaf orangutan." I pulled the video up on my tablet, smiling with Lexi as she absorbed one of the most embarrassing moments of my young life enfold on the screen. Time, as it's wont to do, had taken the harsh edge of the sting from the video of itself; the lesson the experience had provided, however, was etched onto the fabric of my existence.

The video ended.

Lexi pinched her lips, poorly muffling a chuckle.

It was more endearing than anything else, so I leaned over her shoulder and pressed a kiss onto her cheek. "It's okay. You can let it out. I don't mind."

The air was filled with her full-bellied, genuine laughter.

She's always so honest. Just one of the many reasons I love her.

Lacing my fingers with hers, I stroked the side of her hand with my thumb as her laughter subsided.

"It really wasn't that bad," Lexi said, regaining a bit of composure.

I gave her the look: two doses scepticism, a dash of disbelief, and a splash of 'really?'.

"Not the singing. That was truly awful in a fascinating-as-a-trainwreck sort of way. But, younger Sydney. He was kinda cute. I wish the towel hadn't been there."

Taking a moment, I considered all the random facets of my life that'd changed since Lexi had chose me that fateful day in the supermarket, which felt like a lifetime ago. "Oh, really?" I asked, rounding on her like a prosecutor catching a defendant slipping up during an interrogation. "Do I need to worry about you robbing cradles and high school parking lots? Cougar Lexi feeling the need for some fresh meat?" I teased.