Totally Spies: The Symbiote
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Totally Spies
Summary: An object from space carries with it a new and unusual friend for Clover. A rewrite of Station Square Guardian's story of the same name.
A peaceful evening had blanketed Beverly Hills as the Sun gently set in the horizon. The day had many struggles and trials for Clover, a young lady with a slim figure covered in a skin-tight red catsuit, blue eyes, and short blonde hair. She was alone at home with her mother out of town for reasons Clover had forgotten. She would normally take advantage of this fact to throw a slumber party with Sam and Alex, but she didn't have the strength. The girl collapsed onto her bed, her body screaming in pain. Her day had consisted of a Chemistry test she barely got through, though was confident she aced it, followed shortly by stopping some mad man from crashing the world economy and plunging billions of people into chaos. "It's over... it's Friday... I'll just sleep through the weekend..." She sighed in pain and exhaustion. She rolled onto her back, gaining much-needed air. The girl's stomach demanded food, making her sigh once more.
Clover forced herself up and into her bathroom. She disrobed her spy suit, tossing it into a plastic laundry bin. The valley girl took a look at herself in the mirror. She smiled, proud of her flawless skin and form. She cupped the underside of her breasts, silently wishing for a bigger bust. Still, she was happy with her appearance. She gave a quick wink before dressing in a waist-length pink nightgown. Even with exhaustion clawing at her body, she still had time to admire her looks, ever proud of her beautiful appearance. With a newfound reserve of energy, she made her way to the kitchen and prepared a light snack.
Following a return trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she turned out the lights and went to bed, covering herself in a blanket. In but a few moments, she had fallen asleep.
Clover's eyes shot open, her mind registering an ungodly heat that had overtaken her room. "What happened to the central air system...?" She whined in misery. She roughly pushed her blanket off her hot and sweat-soaked body. She sighed, still feeling hot. A sleepy and annoyed Clover sat up and took off her nightgown, tossing it aside. She laid back down, now in just her white-laced bra and panties. Another sigh slipped past her lips as she closed her eyes, her arms and legs spread out. Even though her body was still fatigued from the day's unwelcome events, there was still a warmth she couldn't ignore. Between her toned legs, she could feel hot and wet, arousal that needed to be satisfied. Not one for routine self-pleasure, she preferred to make love with her girlfriends Sam, Alex, Mandy, and/or Britney, but she had little choice since they were not there, and she was too tired and dignified to call one of them over for sex.
Her right hand moved downward, skimming past her stomach and to her pussy, gently massaging her private area. Clover was surprised by how sensitive she was, stifling a cry of pleasure. Her cheeks had gained a new shade of pink. The heat had been getting to her in most unusual, if not interesting, ways.
Clover continued to rub herself below, gently panting. Her left hand found it's way to her chest, cupping her right breast through her bra. Her index finger circled her nipple before a surge of irritation forced her to pull her bra upward, fully exposing her chest. Once done, she cupped her breast and gently squeezed, illiciting a short cry of ecstasy from the young spy. Her blush deepened as she rubbed her nipple between her thumb and index finger, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Desiring a final climax, Clover pushed her panties aside to expose her hot and wet pussy. She ventured a gentle rub along her pussy, sending a shiver up her spine. With her mind in a haze of lust, she pushed her left index finger inward, making her cry out. Full of vigor, she inserted her middle finger as well, and proceeded to use her thumb to rub her clit.
The girl began to pant heavily as she pleasured herself. She felt her pulse race and her heart beat faster. She arched her back upward, moans flowing from her lips as she neared release. A spark seemed to go off in her mind as she climaxed, a cry of passion escaping her.
The girl settled on her back, heavily panting as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Finally calmed and satisfied, her left arm was spread at her side. She brought her right hand to her face, seeing her fingers slick with her own juices. Curious, she slipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth, discovering, and liking, her own taste. After a few moments, she let her arm rest at her side and stared at the ceiling. "Good news: no one is home and no neighbors to complain about noise. Bad news: the central air is still busted." She remarked aloud, trying to prevent a bout of deafening silence. She could hear her heartbeat slow to normal levels, and saw her chest rise and fall with normal breathing.
The spy left her bed and walked to her window, opening it for a breeze of cool air. She fixed her bra and panties in their correct places and sat on the window-sill. She looked out at Beverly Hills, enjoying the breeze blow over her body. She sighed in relief, no longer feeling fatigue. Clover looked up at the star-dotted sky, trying to pick one out that she liked. A particular star caught her attention, one that seemed to be moving rather quickly. In fact, it was getting bigger. "A shooting star! I have to make a wish." Clover cheered. Her blue eyes kept track of it, the girl wondering on it's final destination. The star gave off a brief glimmer which seemed to resonate within Clover, much to the girl's confusion. The star seemed to suddenly change direction, something that would astound any astronomer. Gaining speed, it seemed to fly to the young girl in the window. Clover watched in awe as it soared toward her. A mix of fear and curiosity prevented the nearly nude girl from moving or fleeing. Less than half a mile from her, it began to slow. It crashed into clover's backyard, outlined by a small crater. Truly intrigued, Clover grabbed a pink robe and dashed outside.
Loosely tying the robe closed, she approached the object that fell from the sky. It appeared to be a white glowing orb. Slowly, the light faded and revealed a medium-sized metallic triangle with strange markings on it. "Whoa..." Clover was intrigued. She bent down and tentatively grazed the object, finding it to be cold as ice. Deeming it safe, she lifted it and stood up. "Pretty..." She marveled, no longer feeling tired or uncomfortable, like the object gave her new strength. Normally, she would be scared or nervous, but she felt at ease.
Her calm feeling was short-lived. A small tendril of black ooze secreted from a seam on the small pyramid. It seemed to scan a bewildered Clover, before ejecting it's entire mass. The girl dropped the pyramid and stepped back as the black liquid began to cover her. "Ewww! Get off!" She demanded. It covered her breasts and began to slide down as she tried to wipe it off. The more she struggled, the worse it became. The sentient liquid alien was cold to the touch, spreading over Clover, moving up to her collar-bone and down her stomach, tearing at her bra and panties. As it spread over most her body, she felt her strength being sapped away. She turned to her home, planning to call Sam, her genius best friend and lover. She took a single weak step before crumbling to her knees, then finally falling forward. 'Am I going to die?' She wondered in fear and sorrow. She thought on her friends, and how they would miss her. 'Sorry, guys. I love you.' With that thought, she fell unconscious.
Clover's eyes shot open, and she bolted to a sitting position, breathing heavily with her eyes wide open. She was sitting on her bed, in her room, as if nothing had happened. She scanned her room, but found nothing out of place. She turned her head to check the time, seeing it to be 1 A.M. She closed her eyes and sighed, thinking it to be a dream. The girl reached up with her right hand and cradled her head, trying to calm herself. It took her a moment, but she realized her hand was completely black. Her eyes widened in realization and horror. She threw the covers off her and saw her body was covered in black, as if she had been dipped in ink. The girl panicked and dashed out of bed to her bathroom. Throwing the light on, she scanned her appearance in the mirror. The black liquid being bonded to her like a second skin. It covered from her neck like a collar down to her feet. She could make out the details and curves of her body, like her nipples and surrounding areolas. Even her pussy was exposed by the creature. In panic and anger, she let her robe slip of her blackened arms behind her and grabbed at the alien from her left forearm, pulling and stretching it somewhat in a vain attempt to remove it. "What is this?" She demanded. "Get off! Just...get off me!" She struggled. She lost her grip and the alien reformed onto her arm.
Panic overtook the spy as she looked at her body in the mirror. Nude, save a second layer of pure black skin on her. "This is a nightmare." She lamented, feeling like a freak. She thought on what Sam would say and do. "Keep calm, and analyze the situation rationally. Sammy, don't fail me now." She muttered, finding new hope in her otherwise bleak situation. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "First, analyze." She stated. She opened her eyes and narrowed them, examining herself in the bathroom mirror. The second skin seemed to reflect a minor amount of light, she noted. She raised her left arm and ran her right hand's fingertips gently across her left forearm. She noted how it felt like direct contact from skin to skin, and not like feeling it through a layer of clothing. "Wow, my skin has never been smoother!" She exclaimed happily. Feeling more at ease, she returned her gaze to the mirror and ran her hands down her sides from beside her breasts down to her hips, enjoying how her skin felt. "You might be weird, and a bit scary, but you do make me look hot." She complimented the as yet unknown being. She gave herself a sly grin and winked, almost flirting with herself. Without noticing, her fatigue had since vanished, making her far more energetic.
Looking down at her chest, she once more silently wished for a larger bust. As if on command, her breasts gained a new cup size, growling larger at a brisk pace. She didn't feel anything as it happened, and grinned widely when it finished. "Wow, check me out!" She cheered, cupping her breasts in her hands and giving them a brief massage, feeling slightly aroused by herself. "Did you do this? ...Can you make them bigger?" She inquired. Once more, her bust sized increased, gaining a cup size many women would require surgery to gain. Delighted, she lifted her breasts up and marveled at their perfection. "Mandy, eat your heart out." She said, thinking on her former enemy and current girlfriend.
Clover turned around and looked at her back in the mirror, seeing everything in place. Her hands glided over her soft bottom, making sure everything was fine, of course. Further aroused, she pushed her breasts against the wall, feeling herself grow wet down below. "Mmm...that feels so good..." She confessed, softly licking the wall for a brief moment. Her cheeks flushed with the vigor of youth. She quickly snapped out of her haze of lust and turned around, once more standing at the edge of her counter. She willed her chest to return to normal, and they followed suit. "I'd need to be a lot stronger to walk around with boobs that big." She commented, still satisfied by her appearance with her larger bust. As if to further demonstrate it's abilities, she watched in astonishment as her muscles became harder, giving her a chiseled lean body capable of anything. She stepped back and looked herself over, reminded of a master fighter. "Not too big, not too small. I'm a lean, mean, fighting machine." She announced, giving a 'hi-yah' with a fist thrown towards the mirror. Deciding she needed a better look, she exited the bathroom and walked to her larger mirror.
Clover scanned every inch of her body, back and front. She willed her body to return to normal, and as before, it did. The being seemed to be compliant with her. Suspicions arose, despite her gratitude on being able to see herself in new perspectives. She looked, and felt, completely naked, but she didn't mind. She considered it to be akin to wearing her spy outfit.
"You're an alien, I get that, but where did you come from? Why are you here?" She questioned, raising her left arm before her and running her right hand's fingers across it, almost petting the creature.
A small black tendril sprouted from Clover's arm and rose, hovering inches before her face. The girl gave it a quizzical look, assuming it meant to communicate with her. Throwing caution into the wind and hoping for the best, she closed her eyes and gave it a quick peck with her lips. She watched as it wiggled about and gave a high-pitched repeated hissing sound, something Clover felt was giggling. She lightly chuckled at it, pleased to have found some manner of communication. "All right, little guy. First, what do I call you? Hmm...for now, I'll just call you Blackie. Not original, but it's been a weird night and I'm still rattled." She decided. Another hissing giggle was a signal of approval. Clover giggled once more, amused by it's sound. "Okay Blackie, tell me: where do you come from?" She inquired once more. A pregnant silence overtook the room, with a vision of the metallic pyramid flying through the furthest reaches of space. Clover felt cold, alone, and sad. She realized Blackie was sharing it's memory with her. Restored to the present, she looked at the tendril with sympathy. She wondered why the creature made that journey. Maybe it didn't have a choice in the matter. Their connection afforded her some amount of insight into it. She could sense it was good and meant her no harm, simply wishing to survive. It was still reeling from it's travels, weak and cold. "Okay. Let's stick together. For now, at least." She flashed the being a sweet smile.
Clover felt Blackie's joy and gratitude. The tendril flew downward, gently skimming down the girl's abdomen before reaching her pussy. She watched it move, curious as to it's intent. She was still somewhat wet from earlier in the bathroom, making her all the more sensitive as the tendril grazed her pussy. She moaned and lightly blushed as it gently rubbed her clit. "Haa...Blackie, that feels...good. Is that what you want? Do you want me to masturbate?" She asked, her legs feeling weak. She watched as it lapped up her juices and rubbed her once more. She took that as an affirmative.
She walked to her bed and laid down. Following Blackie's wishes, her left hand moved down to her pussy. She began to caress herself, finding out just how sensitive she had become. An audible moan erupted from her mouth. She wondered if it was just her, or if Blackie had increased her sensitivity. Either way, it had been an arousing night for her. She silently wished one of her girlfriends had been with her.
She began to touch herself in earnest for the second time that evening. The spy began to massage her pussy, arching her back upward and crying out in ecstasy. "Ahhh... Blackie, if you made me like this, I'm not sure if I'd hate you or love you." She commented. Her right hand raised to grab her right breast, making her moan once more. "Maybe both." She decided. She rubbed herself with her middle and index finger, feeling hot and wet below. The heat and lust was becoming too much for her to bear. She rolled over onto her stomach and raised her lower half onto her knees before continuing to rub her wet and dripping pussy. Clover continued to cry out, clutching the sheets before her head with her left hand. She became hotter by the moment, and continued to thrive in the throws of passion. The girl pushed her two fingers inside, crying out in pleasure. Unexpectedly, Blackie extended Clover's reach, the black material elongating and matching the shape and form of Clover's fingers inside as she pushed her fingers in and out. Surprised, but joyed by the assist, she continued her act for a few moments longer before climaxing.
After some time passed of Clover panting for air while laying flat on her stomach, she rolled onto her back. "Wow... it's been a while since I came that hard and heavy. The girls would have loved that." She said in a low tone. Once more, she sucked her juices of her fingers and watched as a new tendril form on her thigh lapped up her juices from her pussy. She let her right arm rest on her stomach as she giggled briefly, tickled by Blackie's actions.
She closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. "You're incredible, Blackie. Nothing on Earth is able to do what you can do. It's amazing." She praised the being. Another few quick high-pitched hisses arose from it, which Clover knew to be happiness. 'I'm going to have to change my sheets.' She thought to herself. She rode out the afterglow of an incredible orgasm in peace.
Clover sat up on her bed, but not by her own volition. "Blackie, you really need to let me catch my breath." She insisted. Taking control of her body, the creature made Clover rise to her feet, wiping away her exhaustion and residual lust and sensitivity. She was moved to her open window. Blackie covered Clover's face in black, forming two sharp white oval shapes for her eyes, and changed her hair color from blonde to white. In one fluid motion, Clover was made to leap outside and land gracefully on one hand and knee.
"I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt Blackie, but I am NOT going outside naked. I'm not an exhibitionist." The spy told it sternly, adamant at drawing a line in it's actions. To comply, the girl was made to stand as the creature toughened itself and provided covering for Clover's more sensitive places. She was still in a skintight suit showing the curves of her beautiful form, but at least the outlines of her nipples and pussy were no longer visible. Clover sighed in defeat. "That's a bit better, I guess. We'll need to work on communication and acceptable practices laster. For now, what do you want to do?" She told the being, trying to be understanding. Blackie made her way out of the girl's backyard and toward the city, displaying incredible and inhuman athletic ability.
It felt unusual, being manipulated by a largely unknown being fused to her, but she sensed good in it, and was entirely grateful that it was night and that she could not be properly seen by others. She leapt from building to building, not feeing tired or shock from her feats of strength, speed, or agility. She really was a lean, mean, fighting machine, she observed. It felt truly incredible, a rush she hadn't felt in quite some time. She scaled large buildings with ease and grace. Gaining sight of one of the tallest buildings, her right arm was extended, allowing a tendril to shoot forward and grapple onto a ledge. Clover was pulled quickly across a street. She grabbed onto a niche and leapt upward, landing on the roof. She looked about, seeing Beverly Hills' beauty at night. "Wow..." She spoke, dazzled by the skyline. A pleasant chill ran alone her spine as the wind danced about her. She was slowly getting over being nearly naked in public. "I knew Beverly Hills was beautiful, but seeing it from this angle gives a girl a new appreciation." The spy commented, falling in love with her city all over again. Her gaze scarcely left the majestic nightscape before her.
After a minute or two, Clover was on the move again, moving about as a shadow until she reached her destination. From a great height, she fell with a small thud on warm sand, looking out at a beach. Regaining control of her body, her mask receeded and restored her hair color. She walked along, enjoying the feel of sand beneath her. The smell of the ocean, the silver tint of the moon on the sand, it had truly become a memorable night. For the right reasons, this time. She bent down and ran her fingers threw the sand. Without warning, a dull white light began to emit from her hand, transmuting the sand into small particles of white hot glass. Having come to expect anything, Clover gathered the glass in her hands. A sense of relief spread throughout her. "Now why..." She began, having realized it was Blackie's relief she felt. "Oh I get it. You want to be warm." The girl realized. "After being adrift in space for so long, of course you would want to warm up." Clover deduced. She let the glass fall through her fingers. She began to caress her body in an attempt to warm her new friend, crossing her arms over her to rub down her shoulders and past her arms to her waist and hips. The familiar high-pitches hisses arose, as did a feeling of gratitude from Blackie.
She laid down on the sand and began to feel warmer. She threaded her fingers and rested her hands on her stomach. She looked up at the pale moon, feeling at peace. Blackie went to work transmuting the sand beneath Clover to warm the two of them. The creature restored it's normal form on Clover, showing itself as a layer of skin once more.
After a while, Clover slowly stood up and looked out to sea. She decided on a midnight swim, feeling safe enough to do so with Blackie. She also wanted to give Blackie a tour of another one of Earth's environments. The girl walked towards the shoreline, her act gaining her a low hiss of uncertainty from her new friend. "The water is warm enough. Don't worry." She assured the otherworldly being. She reached the water and continued forward, looking down at the level. She saw her body and noticed the finer details were exposed. "Naked again... Don't make it a habit, Blackie." She sighed. She felt his understanding, but was still naive. Clover took this into account and decided to be understanding with it. Once the water reached the navel of her stomach, she bent forward and dove, swimming in the ocean. Blackie formed flippers on her feet similar to what deep-sea divers wear and fins on her forearms, allowing for faster and more efficient swimming. Clover was astonished by the new form. "Is there anything you can't do?" She wondered aloud.
The girl and her alien friend seemed to traverse miles in no time at all. Seeing the stars and moon reflected in the clear water made her feel like she was swimming in an ocean of stars. She stopped and looked back, seeing how far she had come. She continued to tread water for a moment before diving downward. Blackie stepped in and granted Clover further abilities: one which allowed her to perceive the black depths of the sea clearly, and another allowing her to breathe underwater.
Clover swam the expansive ocean, exploring undersea caverns and watching the various types of fish pass her by. "I hope you're having as much fun as I am." The girl said to her friend. A gentle hiss and feelings of joy were her reply. She sat upon a large smooth rock on the ocean bed and scanned her surroundings. A cloud up above passed, revealing a large ship in the distance. "A Spanish brig circa 1700s." Clover detailed the ship. "What? How did I...? Blackie, you can be a cheat sheet, too?" She was taken aback. She felt as if it shrugged nonchalantly. She pushed off the rock and swam to the large wooden ship. She moved to it's back and read the name. "El Dorado..." She was intrigued. "What do you think? Wanna take a look?" The girl inquired, excited. Clover sensed Blackie was eager to explore, earning further approval from it's host. "Okay. Let's have an adventure."
Clover kicked off the edge of the ship and dove down the stairs on the deck. Nervous, but also completely excited, she was astounded by the relic. Blackie altered Clover's overall mass and weight, allowing her to walk normally in the ship. Water resistance was also dealt with, allowing the burgeoning explorer to easily interact with her surroundings. She ran her fingers over a cannon, used by a pirate long ago to steal goods from merchants. After exploring the second level of the ship, the girl stopped to ponder. "Hmm... I wonder if there's any pirate booty around. Hehe." Clover giggled at the thought, thinking it to be an impossibility. "Off to the captain's quarters, me hearty!" She ordered, holding up her fist in a gallant manner. Two quick hisses from Blackie were meant to be an 'aye, aye'. Clover swam upwards and out of the ship. Before she could swim to the captain's quarters, she locked eyes with a quickly-approaching great white shark. "Whoa!" She cried in surprise and fear. "I'm not a midnight snack, okay? Just go away!" There was hunger in the predator's eyes. It wanted a little blonde waif.
Clover could handle fights against all sorts of opponents, but taking a powerful shark on deep underwater was a tall order for even the most ardent of spy. Blackie took control of the situation, manipulating Clover's body to harden and slightly grow her muscles. The lean, mean, fighting machine returned.
Blackie raised Clover's right arm and let the creature bite down on her forearm. The black skin was hardened enough to weather the attack without the terrified girl feeling a thing. Blackie leveled a powerful left hook, ignoring water resistance entirely, at the shark's right eye. Stunned and in pain, the shark fled, darting out of sight quickly enough. Clover's body was returned to normal, save the fins on her feet and arms. The girl took a deep breath and exhaled, letting her pulse return to normal. "Nice shot, Blackie." She breathed. The girl took a few moments to gather herself before swimming off to the captain's quarters. She gently threw open one of the doors and headed inside. Blackie once again allowed Clover to explore without dealing with the water's interference. She walked along, scanning everything around her. She saw metallic objects and trinkets, assuming they had some worth. Blackie drew her attention to a suspicious wall. She stepped closer to it and examined every inch. Blackie took control of her left arm and pressed a metal rod downward, triggering an old mechanism that spun the wall 180 degrees, revealing a secret room. "Treasure! Pirate booty!"
Clover cheered, seeing various precious metals and stones.
The girl barely stopped herself from running in, electing for a brisk walk into the 10 foot by 10 foot room. She reached into a chest and pulled out a small handful of gold coins. She looked them over, marveling the beauty. The possibilities were endless! She could buy whatever she wanted: a villa in Italy, a mansion in London. Without hesitation, she thought of others. "Sam and Alex are going to be so shocked when I tell them about this!" Of course she would share with those closest to her. Clover sensed anxiety from Blackie. "Sam and Alex? They're my best friends. You can trust them." She defended the two most important people to her. A wave of hesitant relief was felt. A small pocket formed on Clover's right hip. Intrigued, the girl placed the coins inside and watched the pocket close and vanish. She grinned widely, impressed once again. "I'll take the girls back here tomorrow. We're gonna be so rich!" She cheered.
She exited the secret room and watched as it closed behind her. She shrugged and took a step to leave before she felt Blackie's hunger. It was weakened, Clover thought. "We'd better leave before I drown." She said, nervous. The familiar tendril formed from Clover's left forearm and stretched down to her pussy. "What? Again? I'm am NOT some nympho who needs to masturbate all day and night." Clover shot in a huff. "I mean, my best friends have become my girlfriends recently. We have three-way sex often enough. Mandy and Britney have even joined us in our circle of love. But still, I'm not a pervert." She pressed.
Blackie sent her a thought on it's current situation. It had not recovered enough, and emergency shots of adrenaline will ensure their mutual survival. Clover sighed, feeling dejected. "Fine, but I stand by what I said before." Considering she has already had sex in public places with her girlfriends, masturbating on a ship was not a great leap.
Clover didn't think it wrong or weird by any sense of the word. Her best friends Sam and Alex, her close friend Britney, and her enemy and rival Mandy had since become her girlfriends. Everyone loved everyone else equally, and she didn't care what anyone else would think. Sam convinced the girls to tell their parents the truth of their love lives so they didn't have to hide and sneak around, and Clover was the first to agree.
The girl walked towards the captain's large desk standing before large windows on the back of the ship. The fins on her feet and arms had since vanished, however she was still able to walk normally without dealing with water resistance. The desk and chair were in good shape considering the circumstances. She ran her fingers over the still smooth and polished wood of the desk. She stood at the corner near the captain's chair behind the desk. The girl began to moan as she grind her pussy on the pointed corner of the desk, feeling herself grow hotter and more aroused, with her pulse acting in kind. She continued her motions, feeling her juices flowing below and a blush forming on her cheeks. Desiring more, she stepped back and bent down, laying her head and left arm on the desk while she began to rub herself between her legs. She let out a great cry of ecstasy, grateful that she was underwater and no one could hear her. She felt her own heat below, surprised she could get like that again without someone there to help her along. She noticed her fluids on the desk and softly licked them up without tasting sea water. She attributed this and a boost in her immune system to Blackie.
Feeling her legs weaken, Clover moved to the captain's chair and leaned back, continuing to rub herself with her right hand. She used her middle and ring fingers rub the length of her pussy while her thumb massaged her clit. Her mind awash with lust, her raised her left breast with her free hand to her mouth, allowing her to lick and suck on her nipple. No longer able to contain her voice, she cried out in pleasure, feeling her juices flow freely between her legs. She continued to massage her breast and nipple, slowly pushing her over the edge. Feeling her release nearing, she moved her two fingers inside, pushing them in and out. Like before, Blackie formed two false fingers to extend her reach inside. After a few moments more, her body tensed and she climaxed.
Her body mass returned to normal, allowing her to float above the ancient chair. She breathed in and out, reveling in her orgasm. Like earlier, Blackie lapped up whatever juices were left on Clover's pussy with a tendril extended from her arm. The girl gently pulled the tendril up to her lips and gave it a kiss. "You can stay with me until you recover your strength. After that, I'm sure there are other places you would want to be." She told the creature, content with it's presence. She felt an almost loving feeling from the creature and an unwillingness to leave her for long. She giggled, moved by it's affections. A series of high-pitched hisses rose from the tendril, another giggle from the creature.
Clover reformed the finds on her feet and arms, propelling herself back to the surface of the water. She took a deep breath of air, never realizing how much she missed it. She made her way back to shore in a short amount of time. Blackie sent her a vision, telling her it memorized the ship's location for her.
Once on the beach, the flippers on her feet and fins on her forearms made of Blackie's skin receeded. "Hah. That was fun. I'm glad you came." Clover praised the creature, gaining another series of hissing giggles from her partner. She looked at her hands and body. "I just hope I don't have to look like I swam in ink forever." A valid complaint, since it would stand out. In a short moment, her normal skin tone returned, and she truly looked nude. "What?" She was surprised. She quickly covered her chest and crotch. "Change back! I don't want people to see me like this!" She urged. Her body quickly returned to a jet-black color. "At least I'm not noticable like this at night, but we really need to have a talk about the importance of covering me. I am NOT a dirty girl." She gently chided the being, who she could tell was still confused by her prudence. The toughened layer and black mask returned, and this time, Clover was in control. She employed parkour, returning to her home in a very enjoyable way. Her cheers or excitement could be heard by the nightowls who enjoyed Beverly Hills' night life, though they never once spotted the source of those cheers.
Clover crept into her room through her window. Once inside, the mask and added layer receeded, leaving her little more than naked once more. The girl willed the hidden pocket to return, extracting the gold coins from whatever pocket space they had been in previously. She set them on her nightstand beside her comfortable bed. Clover elected to roughly grab her sheets and toss them aside as they were stained with her sweat and juices. She kept the blanket on her bed, however. She laid down and sighed, happy with her night. Blackie formed a copy of her nightgown, restoring her skin color in the process. A pink tendril extended to grab the blanket and drape it on Clover's body. The girl rolled onto her side and smiled with her eyes closed. "Thanks, Blackie. Good night." She bid the creature. A single hiss was her reply. Tomorrow, she planned to tell Sam and Alex everything, and was certain that after the initial shock, they would have as much fun as she did. She wondered if Blackie could either divide itself or if it could pass from her to another person. Blackie confirmed both were possible. Clover giggled, but gave a gentle request to leave her private thoughts private. Blackie was once more bewildered about the girl's prudence, but went along with it and left her mind be unless otherwise requested. Tomorrow would dawn a new day and new adventures for Clover and her circle of lovers. New adventures of all kinds awaited.
Author's Notes: Firstly, this is a rewrite of a story originally written by author Station Square Guardian in 2010. I rewrote it with Guardian's permission and blessing. I wanted to tackle it just to write something different and unique. I think I did well, but check out the original story for comparison. I'm told Guardian wants to continue the story after she finishes a current project. It was a fun and overall short write. I tried to stay true to the original material as much as I could, adding or changing a couple of things to suit my own style. Now, to answer a couple things one might wonder: 1) Blackie was named by Guardian. 2) I feel it's a mutual partnership between Clover and Blackie, and not one of possession. Well, I hope you like it.