Who: Blink and Illyana What: Illyana dreams more, and her body becomes more like her dream self When: Recently Where: Chateau Pryde Status: complete Rating: PG-13 for glossed over morningsmecks
Illyana was sleeping peacefully, just back in her own body, for the last day having worked and then spent time with Clarice. Now she was sleeping deep and well and felt good. Right up until... she dreamed.,
Fire and anger and endless hunger filled her, and she cried out in real life as silver and gold flame slid across her skin, not burning her or the bed, or clarice, but her clothing vanishing, and her body floating upward. Shimmering lights enveloped her as she cried out, remembering the horror of being possessed by a thing that cared nothing for what she wanted, something that had taken her darkest parts and turned them into her shell, and made her watch, horrified as she acted. She had been a monster for a long time, but this was on an order that made her past actions, her past deeds, simply pale in comparison. She remembered it all, and when it was done, she collapsed with a scream, her body changed, older a little bit, and more... developed.
Breasts and hips more developed than before now filled out her body, and she fell to a troubled sleep then.
Clarice tossed and turned, disturbed by the ongoings next to her but not able to wake up. She rolled over, arm slipping around Illyana and holding her tight. Even in her sleep she wanted to make sure the woman was comforted. To know she wasn’t alone.
Illyana woke slowly, and then curled around Clarice and sighed, kissing her love, her fiance, softly. She was there and all was well and she was very glad of it. She looked down at her slightly enhanced body and chuckled throatily. She poked Clarice then, and kissed her again, and positioned herself so her breasts would be the first thing Clarice saw, just because.
“Nn?” She lifted her head, and blinked, then sat up and looked down at Illyana. “...what?”
Illyana chuckled. “Yes, apparently with the dreams I had last night, also came some... adjustments.” She shivered,then, looking down. Having gained several sizes meant... she had to go shopping again. This would be weird.
“I think I’ll need a shopping trip.”
She tried to focus on that instead of the weird feeling of her body feeling... odd.
“You can borrow something from Kitty,” Clarice said, throat a little thick. She wasn’t sure she liked this new development. “What..caused this?”
“True.” She sighed. “I had heard about others being altered to match their dreams and in the dreams, lately, where my dreamself is of age? Ah... she was much curvier than me. Maybe this happened to... match me to her body?” She sighed again. “I don’t know. It freaks me out a little, and the dreams annoyed me, and ...this sucks.”
“So it made you older?” Clarice tugged at her own hair, and took a calming breath. “I love you, I’m just freaking out a little. You didn’t need any enhancement, you were beautiful the way you were.Not that you’re not now.”
“I dunno if I am older so much as... just... more developed?” She blushed and then laughed, and shook her head, a little freaked out, a little amused.
“I know. And I think so too, I have no idea what to think about this. I just thought the dreams were silly with how much... skin I had there. Now I have it here, too.” She sighed then looked down and poked one of her newly enlarged breasts, hissing out a breath at the sensation.
“This is odd.”
Clarice swung her legs off the bed, placing her feet on the floor. It seemed like a stupid thing to freak out over, but it was like the skin color change with herself. Some big physical fuck you from the dream verse. “I got a little skinnier, from the dreams. But except for my skin nothing that obvious of a change.” And okay, her own breasts were bigger than she realized.
Illyana nodded, her attention drawn by Clarice’s move, and she smirked, then dropped a kiss to the tips of each of those very nice breasts. Then she shook her head. “It’s weird, because not just my chest but... I can feel that my ass is bigger. Not a lot,but... some. “ She glanced down down at her ass and shook her head as her tail made an appearance.
Clarice grabbed the tail and stroked her fingers along the tip. “I wish we could be normal.”
Illyana blushed and groaned softly. “I do not, but sometimes I wish we could at last live more normal lives.” She snuggled Clarice and kissed her then. The tail wiggled and curled around Clarice’s arm.
“I like being a mutant. I even like being pink now. It always was one of my favorite colors.” Clarice smiled sheepishly. “But I miss life when it was just... you know. Theater.”
Illyana kissed her as the tail slid down and stroked her love’s thighs. “I understand, and I’m sorry.” She shook her head, then smiled sadly. “I just realized I could cloak you, now, so that when you went to theater, you would look mundane normal to everyone else.”
“It’s way too late now, but thank you.” She kissed Illyana back, whimpering softly. “I appreciate it.”
Illyana pressed Clarice back on the bed, her hands and tail stroking her love’s breasts and then lower as her mouth tracked down her neck to those nipples, suckling them softly. Her hands stroked along Clarice’s thighs, parting them, and her tail stroked her folds, teasing her fiance.
Blink moaned and arched under Illyana, stroking her hands down the woman’s back. She hadn’t been in the mood, but it hadn’t really needed much effort to get into the mood. Still, she caught Illyana’s tail. “Don’t you have to open your shop?”
Illyana chuckled, and the tail wiggled. “Eventually, yes. Now shhh, silly.” And Illyana was kissing her again, then replacing her lips to those nipples, teeth grazing them, even as a finger stroked into her, slow, gentle, warm.
Slow and gentle grew rapidly heated, until the only thing Clarice could focus on was Illyana. She lost track of time, and when she surfaced again, she was in desperate need of a shower. Assuming her legs could even work. “Mm... love you.”
“Love you too, sexy.” Illyana was flopped next to Clarice. ”You are yummy.” She was enjoying their morning, now.
Clarice decided she was just going to nap. She didn't have to be a the theater until four, anyway, so her day was free, since Illyana had just killed her. She snickered.
Illyana kissed her, then rose, making a show of padding toward the front and the shower. “See you later, cutie. Show time now, and then work time.”
She groaned, and waved her hand in Illyana’s direction. If only her body would work!