Her Creative Realm
Art by FA: Caroo (original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22164506/ ) and used with permission. FA: Caroo wanted me to do a little story to go with this art, and this is the result. I hope you like.
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Her Creative Realm for Caroo by Draconicon
The more she thought about it, the more she considered herself quite the lucky specimen. Not merely for containing her visitor, but for being the one that he first approached.
She loomed over him, using a head created from his many curious thoughts. Simple hair and horns were easy to develop, and the two lumps on her chest easier still. They'd been such beacons to the young male, drawing him in until he'd laid his hand on her center mass.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll take good care of you."
He smiled, though she felt his heart racing through her main body. It was beating so fast, almost dangerously so for a creature of his sort. She smiled, leaning down and kissing his neck softly, another small desire she'd found in him. Curiously, his heart raced all the more, and she felt tiny little prickles perk up under his fur.
Excitement, she thought after a moment's consideration. She smiled to herself. Perfect.
She slid back, her created torso sliding around him. She could hear his thoughts, comparing her to a bare-chested swimmer that he had seen in his past, and favorably. So kind of him; she rewarded him with a slight growth to her chest, letting it swell a bit further to suit his whims...and her own, as his body's reaction became ever clearer.
'Swimming' around him, she let herself listen to him as he lingered in her center, every vibration of his little neurons firing off giving her another thought to read, another part of him to sample and enjoy.
He wasn't scared. She could feel that most keenly, and it made her happy. Those that passed through her realm with fear were seldom so fun to play with. They curled up and died inside, no matter how they were treated, and she could not stand that.
Subjects like him, on the other hand...
He enjoys it, she felt from his thoughts. On some level, he enjoys it, and that is all I need from him.
She chuckled to herself, 'swimming' around to his side as she took another good look at him. Having arrived only a few hours ago, he'd been 'welcomed' into her little realm with an embrace of her center. When he touched her, his arm had stuck, and his struggles had only pulled him deeper, eventually trapping his tail and his arms, and eventually his legs as well. Only his torso and his head remained outside of it...
Mmmm, and something else rather special, she thought as she reached down between his legs. His manhood throbbed for her, jumping into her hand as she stroked it a few times. He was so willing, so eager to please, even if he did tremble and shake beneath her. Fear and eagerness as twin peaks; yes, that was enjoyable. That was most enjoyable.
"Mmmm, you will enjoy your stay, my dear. I'm sure of it."
"W-why are you so sure?"
Chuckling, she took her hand from his cock. No sooner had she left it alone than the mass beneath her shifted around, changing. Just as it had formed her upper body from the forms in his mind, tentacles formed of his fantasies started sliding out, riding the curve of his tail to wrap around his middle and around his cock. Even as he jumped, squirming from the ticklish - yes, that was the word, ticklish, as he thought of it - sensations, the tentacles wrapped around his cock, stroking it, squeezing it as she might have.
"Oh, you don't have to ask, do you?"
"P-please. I, I don't really know...where I am, and..."
"Mmm."
She kissed him, more to stop him talking than anything else. A little fear, perhaps, a little more fear than was needed. There was no need for it; she was not one of those little rulers that would eat those that slipped into her realm. No, no, there was no need for that. It was much more interesting to play with them, to see how they would react to their many fantasies being brought to life.
As the tentacles continued to draw little moans out of him, she allowed more of her mass to change, coming out slowly and gradually to wrap around other parts of his body. Slowly, she allowed his legs to come free, but only when they were encased from heel to toe in her new tendrils.
Through the whole process, she kept kissing him, drawing his lips to hers again and again, no matter how many times he tried to pull away. His little struggles were as amusing as his increasingly loud whimpers of need, and she couldn't wait to see how many different things she could pull from his mind, how many ideas she could bring to life.
When she finally pulled her head back, his legs were free, though his arms were now wrapped up in tentacles as much as they were by her own mass. She looked down at him, seeing him shivering, sweating. Trembling. She chuckled, leaning on her elbow - surprised how quickly the mannerisms of this species came to her - and stroked a finger down his chest.
"You'll be fine with me. You don't have to worry about where you are."
"But -"
Another thought, and no sooner had she heard it than it was used. The tentacles around his feet shifted, and the kangaroo burst out in laughter, his head jerking back as he giggled.
More, she felt the sudden ripple of feedback through her body, and she knew that she'd found something good. More of that, then, she decided. The tentacles along his feet twitched back and forth, the tips on the ends of them working their ways down into the nerves nearest to the surface of his skin. The sucker-tips on the bottom attacked to him and pulled off again and again in rapid pops, seeking for the most sensitive places.
It didn't take long to find them. She smiled as she worked the tendrils between his toes, her smile only getting bigger as his cries of laughter and fits of giggles got louder and louder, only breaking up with a few shaky moans as the tendrils on his arms slithered further up, the tips finding their way to his chest and circling around his nipples.
Interestingly, his manhood never seemed to droop. No matter how she tormented his soles and his body, no matter how wracked he got with laughter, his rod continued to point straight ahead, throbbing and eager amidst the tentacles that surrounded it.
"Mmmm, your body doesn't lie. You certainly like this, dearie."
"Ahahahahahaha! Please! Please, sto-ho-hop!"
"Mmm, not yet. Not yet."
She stroked a finger around one of his raised nipples as another tendril slipped around his middle. The tip dipped into his belly button, and suddenly he wrenched himself around, his muscles going tight as he screamed with laughter, the sound echoing around her miniature realm, bouncing off of the walls around them as he giggled and gasped, shouting and begging.
With every successive laugh, her entire bodymass rippled with the feedback from it, both information and...feedback...rippling through her.
Delicious, these little life forms...so small, yet so eager to live life to the fullest, she thought. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed one that she had almost forgotten how wild and inventive they could be. It was almost as if -
Another thought, another fantasy, and she smiled, leaning forward as she looked into his eyes. Even as she allowed the tentacles to slow, he still cried, still recovering from all the laughter that had left him nearly breathless.
"You really are a naughty one."
"I-I swear I'm not...."
"Don't try that, darling. I can see everything in here...."
Tapping his forehead with a chuckle, she slowly lowered her body back into her mass. The ideas that were running through his head were some of the richest that any mortal had given her, and she was eager to use them.
She leaned on his shoulder, watching his giggling reactions as her body morphed itself again. He started laughing and crying at the same time as the tentacles pushed his foot upwards, drawing it completely free of the main mass and pointing out away from it. A large tendril rose up, topped with a flower. That flower opened -
"Oh my god..."
"Mmm, you see, sweetie. The longer you stay in my realm, the more it changes to keep you entertained."
She chuckled, seeing the wriggling mass of short tentacles inside of the flower, all contained within a shape precisely measured to the size of the kangaroo's sole.
"Though you have many tastes to entertain...I think I will enjoy keeping you around."
Giving him a kiss as the flower swallowed his foot, she giggled a bit to herself at the renewed sputters and streams of laughter pouring from him. She leaned back, resting her head on her arms as she watched the new buds and tentacles come up, swallowing both of his feet in tickling, buzzing, vibrating pods of slimy, wet flesh.
Even his manhood and sack were not to be spared, in his mind. Her many tendrils held his legs apart as he screamed, shrieked with laughter, leaving that throbbing, bouncing piece of meat open for the flowers to take.
It bounced, it twitched, it strived to escape, but there was no escape from what he needed. She stroked his head, petting the helpless roo as the plant dived forward, swallowing his shaft in a constantly stimulating tube, and chuckled as he quivered with pleasure.
"Enjoy it, my roo...I plan to indulge everything you have in your head until you're nothing more than a puddle..."
The End