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Just as she thought she'd calmed down, her husband put his hand on hers and told her that he loved her.

On a normal day Ariel would've taken this as the kind gesture it was intended for. Today she thought about stabbing Tim's hand with a fork. How could he dare patronize her like that? What drove him to just touch her and treat her like a toddler that just needs a few pats to be obedient again?

But instead of pouring her anger into words, she swallowed them and smiled, mumbling a well-trained "I love you too" that satisfied the man. She didn't understand the reason behind her anger. She had a VirtuDoc analyze her blood, and everything was fine--some increased white cell activity, hormone levels slightly above the norm, but nothing that looked out of the ordinary. He kept babbling on while she pondered this, unaware of his wife's turmoil. Oh yes, the rain! How fascinating! The most boring people only ever talked about the weather and the weather on this colony was various flavors of rain, to the point that even in casual conversation, people differentiated the many kinds of rain. As if the abundance of water wasn't the reason the colony was originally founded. As if they didn't teach that to every single kid that grew up there.

The fucking rain.

She got up. Several of the other patrons looked at the couple, her chair dragging backwards across the tiled floor, a dissonant note in the orchestra of soft, meaningless music and the eternal dance of the rain on the windows. She conjured all her willpower to excuse herself, but even so, it rang hollow, dribbling with spite.

Cold water splashed her face in the chic restroom of the restaurant. The anger was fading, but she still felt off. Annoyance flooded the space that anger had left empty, and she closed herself into a stall. Her stupid husband. He was a mere manager for an insurance corp. She was a director! And yet, society expected her to stay in his shadow. Her accomplishments, just him providing for her. People said this was the norm on old Earth, so that's just how things should be. It's what made humanity flourish and take to the stars. A strong woman behind a strong man.

What a joke! And to think, that questioning this was akin to blasphemy. She knew that. If she said that, it could mean sanctions against his household. Fines. Or worse. As if her body wasn't already proof of her own misdeeds.

Something else stirred in her. No. She didn't need him. She could use him, though. Their relationship had its moments, but did she really love him? Was it just a marriage out of convenience that she grew to endure? Maybe she could leave the colony. The rain. Tim. Live a free life.

The thought was as forbidden as it was enticing. Her hand instinctively pushed down her skirt's waistband. People from off-planet were all deviants, too given to debauchery to create a meaningful society. That was the official line. But the holonet... oh, the holonet was bursting with stories of dashing rogues and crass anti-heroes that ravaged the locals with their free-loving spirits and bodymods. And she had been hooked on these since her early adulthood, the craving only growing stronger during the long days when Tim wasn't home. She needed release.

You don't talk about it, but everyone does it, right?

She stared at the fleshy thing that sat between her legs. Her skirt pulled down, the shorts she had bought under the pretense tey were for her husband held at her knee. She couldn't help but admire her new growth.

One week old, it grew slowly, reminiscing about the taste and smell of the drug. Bestial. Sweet. A tinge of vanilla. The thrill of the forbidden. A monument to her sin. She took it and was now staringat the consequences of her action.

A thick ring of flesh sitting just beneath her navel, a leathery sheath covered in soft fuzz. That's what a horse's penis looked like when it wasn't erect. She'd looked it up. Except hers was smaller. And on her. It was hers. And it was magnificent.

Fitting for a horse, the fleshy sheath drooped down into a fuzzy, heavy sack about as large as her two fists joined together. The dark brown color made it stand out against her bright skin, and just staring at it again turned her on so much. Whatever transformative process had caused her to grow a cock had preserved her pussy, just a bit reshuffled.

She bit her lip. Having both parts was weird, but it felt so right. And so good. She'd only played with it once but didn't climax with it yet. When she took the drug, it felt like being in a huge orgy with bodies as far as the eye could see, every hedonistic synapse firing in the melody of the stars. Coming close to an orgasm waslike diving into this feeling again.

So her fingers danced to the melody of the stars. Her hidden cock oozed, lubricating the fleshy sheath until her member finally pushed out enough to leave its sleeve behind. It wasn't long. But it was hers. And it was magnificent. three inches long when she pulled the sheath back. She had measured. It's how her first masturbation session started. It was black with large pink blotches, and even if it wasn't as long as its animalistic counterpart, it sure was at least four inches thick. A short, fat knob of a dick.

She shivered as her fingers ran over that mushroom-like flare of hers. She stifled a moan as she felt the juices dripping down her cock, running all over her to her balls. And from behind, her pussy also added to it. Wetness all over her junk, she groaned and grabbed her short shaft, pumping it for all she could.

The door to the bathroom opened with a bang. She froze, her mind racing through all kinds of scenarios. It's the police dragging her away. Her husband finding out about it...

"Miss Mauviette? I know you're here. I need to talk to you about the land redevelopment in Section 9. It's really important."

Fuck, a meeting. It was normal that women would meet in the bathroom to discuss things with other women without their husbands listening in. But her timing couldn't be worse.

"I can't right now. Some other time." Ariel huffed, her fingers still circling her flare. In her mind, she would get to finish it soon. Her visitor had other ideas.

"Sorry, but this is important. Did you know that your company's recent endeavors are going to bulldoze a non-married slum? One million people are going to relocate to stars-know-where. And..."

And she kept going. Talking. Babbling. Her cock throbbed. Anger bubbled up in her again. How dare she? She was busy, and she prattled on like the fucking rain!

She ripped the door open, almost tearing it out of its hinges. She hissed. "Shut the fuck up. Just shut up! I've got other problems right now!" Without thinking about it, she pointed at her dripping cock and balls.

If her words didn't hit the mute button on the woman in front of her, seeing her crotch definitely did. "You... i... oh... oh no. I..."

Before the girl could even form a coherent sentence, a bump and two voices suggested that someone had entered the bathroom. Without thinking, Ariel grabbed her by her shirt's collar, pulled her into the stall and locked the door again, putting a finger against her mouth to quiet her down.

She cursed herself, steadying her breath and focusing on staying quiet. She took a look at her visitor. The girl looked younger than her, in her late twenties at most. The only modification to her body she could notice was her bleached hair. Of course, like any activist, she wasn't married; a quick glance at her slender fingers confirmed it for Ariel. And what beautiful fingers they were. How soft they would be around her cock...

She looked up, staring into the girl's eyes, trying to focus. Beautiful green eyes. A round face with soft cheeks. Beautiful eyes and a beautiful face, despite the mask of shock and confusion it currently bore as she stared her down. Suddenly, Ariel was very aware of two things: firstly, she was still groping and massaging her new length. Second, her balls pressed into the lady's crotch. The revelation of these things made her acutely aware that her nerves had been telling her that this felt good. Really good.

Wait, I'm not a lesbian! Or maybe she was? Or this bullshit society made her think she wasn't. She huffed again, hoping the other two intruders would finally leave so she could get off.

The fingers she felt on her cock weren't hers. A tiny gasp escaped her as the delicate fingers wrapped around her short, thick shaft. She summoned all her willpower not to moan, biting her lip. "Don't stop." She sighed and closed her eyes, diving deep into the feeling of another's hand on the dick. Her dick.

Finally, the two people outside the stall left. Their voices were fading, and the sound of the toilet door opening and closing made Ariel breathe deeply. When she opened her eyes she saw the other woman kneeling down, mouth open, tongue out, ready to swallow her.

But something tugged at Ariel's conscience. Under her heavy breathing, she asked, "Hey, what's your name? I kind of like to know who I get to fuck." She tried to be playful. But years of a marriage where sex was more of a duty than a joy had taken their toll.

The other girl looked up with a chuckle. "Maria. My name is Maria. Is it okay if I suck your dick now? You seem like you kinda need it."

The boldness of the request took Ariel by so much surprise that she could only give an approving grunt before leaning back and closing her eyes.

Her fingers felt so good on her. Then Maria pressed her tongue against the flare and fireworks went off in her head. She had never imagined anything feeling like this--her wet, coarse flare being circled by the gentle fingers of another woman. Suddenly, Maria stopped her gentle rubs to grip the short member and gave it a sloppy, sucking kiss, her tongue darting right up against her dickhole. Ariel couldn't help but let out a moan.

Tim had never touched her like that. Even as she is now, he could have never. He lacked this softness, this care, and this eagerness to please. By contrast, just these little touches from Maria made her buck her hips. Marie cupped her wet balls and squeezed them, rubbing her delicate fingers over these crass, animalistic testicles, making her squirm and groan. Her fingers dug into Maria's hair. Maria's fingers ran all the way up, thumbs digging into her fleshy sheath, the rest caressing her wet pussy, making her whimper with need.

Ariel wanted to cum so badly with her new cock. Pressing Maria's head against her dick made her flare slip past those wonderful lips of hers, and having her cock sink into a warm, wet hole made a switch in her mind flip. She couldn't help but start humping her dick into that waiting face.

She wanted to cum in her mouth so bad. The squeeze on her nuts was reassuring her that she wasn't alone in that feeling.

Grabbing Maria's shoulders, she dragged the other woman to the opposite wall, pressing her against it before holding on to her head again and hammering her mouth. Maria could barely hold on, Ariel's fat nuts slapping against her chin as she held on tight to her partner's thighs, licking and sucking her thick horsecock.

Hips humping away, faster and faster, Ariel felt her balls churn, pressure building in parts of her body she had never experienced before. She was a boulder rolling down a hill; even if she wanted to stop, she just couldn't. And she didn't want to.

Her thrusts grew faster and faster, until she hilted her cock in Maria's mouth, holding her head tightly against her. She felt warm air exhale from her nose, and that pushedher right over the edge. She couldn't help it anymore. The suckling noises of the other woman made her shiver and squirm as her heavy balls unloaded, finally filling her mouth. The moment didn't last long, but to Ariel it felt like a small eternity.

When the wave she rode finally ebbed, she knelt down, kissing the other woman on her smeared lips and tasting her own seed for the first time. She finally felt satisfied. Breaking the kiss she purred, "I think we'll have a long talk tomorrow in my office. About Section 9." She gave the girl another kiss against her cheek and whispered in her ear. "And I promise that you're going to like what I say there so much that you will beg me to fuck you right there on my desk."

Marie grinned and gave Ariel's hand a caress.

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Ariel made good on her promise. It turned out that Maria had a thing for bodymodders, hence her skill with her cock. They had the meeting she promised. And another. And another. And then some more, until they both couldn't deny their feelings for each other any longer. They managed to keep appearances up, even finding ways to avoid Tim noticing Aries' additions. Suffice it to say Drunk Tim is a very self-obsessed person who barely notices anything that's not about him.

They managed to prevent the slums in Section 9 from being demolished. It took a bit of politicking and a fair amount of corporate maneuvering, but in the end the government found another spot for their new "land re-development" project, which is just another way to call the destruction of cheap living areas to create expensive condos.

Over time, Maria started to sport some changes as well. A lovely set of nipples across her tummy that grew when she was aroused.

Just in case, from now on she opted to use a binder.