Nightgaunted

You lie on your bed, for an unexplained reason you had just been overcome by an unnatural tiredness that made you slump out of your chair, you felt as if you were so weak the only choice you had was to lie down in bed. So here you are, still too tired to move, just quietly idling by while whatever video you had running on your PC keeps rambling on into a soothing background noise. You have trouble keeping your eyes open, falling into seconds of sleep repeatedly, feeling your bed give way beneath you to immerse you into a lulling embrace. Your eyes close tight and you feel your mind slips away, fading quietly.
	You open your eyes again, everything seems normal, the night outside remains and the video still rambles on. Yet, there is something off. You feel a presence in your room, something you had not felt before and that unsettles you. Yet you feel so tired that you can’t even move, just lying there in a state between awake and asleep. You try to look around but spot nothing, only the seemingly deep emptiness of your room. You close your eyes again, embracing the relaxing darkness that comes with it and relax when you suddenly feel something push down on your bed next to you.
	Your eyes open again, slowly lacking energy to do anything even though you feel your heart pounding. You can feel a warmth next to you, a gentle touch, as you feel the soft bottom of a young woman smooth against your waist. You want to respond to her, do anything but she is just so comfortable that your body doesn’t react, remaining inert and so tired. You can’t even catch a glimpse of her, only feeling her smooth skin against yours. She’s warm, rosy and so snuggled up to you.
	As gently as she had placed herself next to you, you feel her arm run along your back, never giving enough impulse to react, leaving you completely motionless below her, but stimulating enough that you can feel it. Her hand wanders from the small of your back to your ass, slipping into your pyjamas without any pressure, just so that you can feel the touch of her hand laying there. Her hand moves back up, trailing your spine all the way up between your shoulders.
	She finally comes to a rest and lets her hand remain there, right upon your skin and below your shirt. The pressure from her touch increases and your heart begins to beat faster, but you’re still so comfortable, you just can’t move! Her push seems to come to a stop, being held back by your skin, but instead of raising the pressure further, it feels like her hand spreads out instead parting over your skin. Warmth starts to spread, outward from the source of pressure that is keeping you down. You still can’t move only enduring what this unseen, unheard woman is doing to you.
	You can feel it spreading, flowing over your back like a fluid that is slowly starting to engulf you. It feels warm and heavy, a slick presence that leaves a film over your body. It feels comfortable almost, even if your heart is racing and you are unable to resist in any way. It keeps spreading, spreading, expanding over you, taking over your body, this goop of hers that seems so uncanny yet comforting. You can feel it creep up your shoulders, a silky smooth sensation flowing along your neck. You can feel it on your arms too, and now you get a good look at it: wet, reflective, dark as the night. It almost reminds you of oil, but it flows much more slowly, more viscously as it covers your arm.
	Your lower arms is almost completely covered and it reaches your hands. It feels alive, as if it was taking your hand and locking fingers with yours, flowing between them until they are completely covered over by the black mass. Now you feel the goop on your neck, slowly extending upward, creeping up the back of your head. The skin of your head tingles as the black goop flows through your hair and covers it with its all-embracing film.
	You can feel drops of it on your temple, and a flow of it over your cheek. Your forehead begins to be covered by it as it starts to close in on your face. Your eyes widen a little, captured in this state of comfort and worry, it starts to flow over your mouth, laying over it like a hand trying to calm you down as you breath a hot breath into it. It starts to flow over your nose, encasing the entire lower half of your face in its smooth darkness. You feel it closing in on your eyes, but you can’t say a word, it just creeps up on you and lay over your eyes, your vision becoming darker, covered up, until you are plunged into a blackness darker than night.

	Your body is now completely encased in her goop, a comfortable layer all over your skin, letting a warmth run into you that flows deep to your core. Despite your worries and your fears, not being able to move, you feel... relaxed. From the moment she had sat down with you, her touch had only brought pleasurable, tactile sensations. In this still darkness, your thoughts begin to settle, the panic begins to subside.
	You feel cozy, calm, it’s a likeable feeling. Somehow it makes you feel more at ease with the entire situation and this being that had just entered your life. She seems familiar somehow, the way she caresses your back and keeps you company. Your heart rate starts to sink again, you give yourself to this darkness she provided for you. It makes you wish to be closer to her, not only feeling her butt against your sides and her hand on your back, but feeling her entirety.
	Now with clear purpose in mind you start moving again turning to her and tapping in the darkness until you’ve curled up beside her, feeling her round bottom against your belly, holding her waist in your arms. Holding her like that feels good, her warmth, her closeness, they give you peace at heart.
	But you want to feel her even more.
	You draw in tighter and tighter to her, hearing a non-audible chuckle from her as she strokes across the glossy skin you have now. Despite the light touch of her fingers, it feels like she is dragging on you, tugging on your skin. You feel something grow, push out, forming a fine membrane just below your arm. Your entire body feels like it’s just waiting to be changed at her touch, take on a form she desires and, in turn, you desire too.
	You squirm and writhe as she plays around with your body to her presumed heart’s content, you feel your arms stretch even further, the membrane connecting up to form long, elegant wings for her, your hands becoming stronger as they turn into two claws at the end of the wings. Every now and then she just playfully curls around on your skin, forming smaller tendrils as she goes, wriggling lively under her touch. Slowly the changes creep all over your body, shrinking, growing, shifting, becoming something unique to her.
	You feel her hand rest on your butt, just like it had before, but this time she rubs it gently, squeezing your asscheeks and actually getting an ever so slight moan out of you. Something is forming under her hands, it pushes and pulses, bulging out slightly as a mound raises just above your buttocks. She teases and  plays with it ever so slightly, making it grow, sprout outwards, become thicker, more agile as it turns into a tail, perfectly connected to you, but only almost under your control. It twirls and twitches as it grows, the sensation of your spine elongating into it making you stretch and arch what remains of your back. You try to coil it around her hand, feel that soft touch on that new part of yours, but she tauntingly pulls it away every time you think you’ve got her.
	With your tail grown, you realize that you’re not quite human anymore. Your legs have turned into the same sort of tentacles that she place on you before, now able to grab things so much better. And you, every single part of you, knows what it wants to grab. You can physically feel her smile when she notices your needs and lays onto the bed in turn, leaving you lying on her perfectly shaped legs. Your body is so much more flexible now, so prehensile that you can’t help but squirm your tentacles around her legs, feeling her tender skin that you can’t help but squeeze.
	She enjoys herself -you can feel it- as the pleasure transfers onto you, feeling what she feels, the two of you being of such close bond that you share sensations now. Just as you squeeze her legs it feels like you squeeze yours, felling the same feeling twice, making your new body so hot and hers so bothered. Riding the wave of excitement you pull yourself forward laying onto her toned legs, her shapely hips and that pillowy behind of hers. You burry your face in her, feeling the slickness of your skin rubbing together, as you grab her around the waist and hug her as tightly as you can. You feel the hearts of both of you start to pound faster, the arousal in each of you as you decide to never let her go again.
	What else do you need than this soft being and what else did she need than a faithful companion like you? In ecstasy you lift her up, with a jump the two of you are free in the air, neither falling nor gliding, but flying higher and higher. You shall be her wings, her freedom, her comfort, soaring through the blackest night, but never feeling alone, for you have each other. And with each other you want to spend eternity.