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Sexy Sparring Mysteries
🕑 Added 2018-11-20 01:01:51 +0000 UTCIt's "Thank You Patrons Day!" I've written this extra Patreon short as thanks for your support. It's got martial arts, F to H and M to H transformation, an equine, the hybrid equine dragon from Mingling Universes, and a long decadent sex scene.
This is a canon Mingling Universes story, but you don't need to have read Phantasm Springs to enjoy it. The character introduced here, Indigo, will appear in other stories. I hope you enjoy her. She's a seductive bundle of secrets.
(I wrote this story twice because a cascade of unfortunate slip-ups caused the first completed version of this story to get wiped from my computer. This was at midnight last night. I spent today recreating the story while doing a mountain of chores. I think it's even better on the second try. I've taken steps to make sure this issue doesn't reoccur.)
Sexy Sparring Mysteries
by Zmeydros
~Monday, 10/15/1993 - Ryan Singlais~
Something was wrong with Indigo West, my tai chi instructor. To the novice, her form looked bulletproof. But to the expert, her movements were filled with a multitude of minor errors.
They weren't errors.
No, from my perspective there was nothing wrong with her movements. There was nothing wrong with the way she'd twitch her ears as if she could move them. Or the way she checked every crease and corner of a room when she wasn't clothed in the safety of her martial forms. Even her scent having a bit of something extra was not a mystery to me.
All because the same thing that was wrong with her was wrong with me. It was why I picked her class out of all the other martial arts schools in Scranton. Why I was waiting for the other students to leave.
I didn't stare at Indigo because her tireless alert state had a target: me, or anyone else that shared her origin. If I stared too intently, she'd run. And if she ran, I'd lose my chance to get to know her, to make a friend who shared my frustration at having to constantly maintain a human facade.
My eyes wandered the wall to my left stopping on minimalist portraits of bamboo that broke up the wine-colored paint. The clack of the door shutting behind the last student was my opening. "Remember the first day of class where you pushed me and I stumbled all the way across the room? Can we try that again? I want to see if I've improved."
She looked up from the mat, rag in her hand dripping into a beige pail. "Sure, after I finish wiping down the mat."
"Don't you have someone who comes in and does that?" I asked.
"I find cleaning at the end of the day gives me time to process the day's events. Also, it gives disrespectful students something to do to atone."
"Do you have a second rag?" I asked.
"Always." She smiled pulling it out of the bucket.
For the first few minutes, I let silence settle in between us. Then I said, "You're so easy to be around. Other instructors can put me on edge by trying to maintain a professional distance. I understand why, but it's hard to find people that don't make it awkward."
"The secret to it is that I'm not an instructor, I'm still a student." She got a spot of something sticky, probably from someone who decided to test the "no sugary drinks in class" policy.
"That's a great way of looking at it," I said.
She blushed, possibly not used to such blunt praise. Getting up, she tossed her rag in the bucket. I finished wiping up some crumbs and then looked around to see the mat had been completely spot cleaned.
As we wiped it down going back and forth, I asked, "So, how long have you been doing this?"
"About five years," she replied.
I didn't ask her what she was doing before then because I already knew. Being this close to her for this long when the room was quiet, I felt something, a tingle on the back of my hands. A song that was part warble and part thrum. There was magic to her, to me.
We dried the mat with a couple towels and then stood facing each other. Now that I was even more sure of myself, I started to get excited. Even though I was focused on hiding a grin, I managed to turn my chest to the side when she pushed. My hand came down from above as she fell forward, insurance that she'd end up on the ground.
She twisted and stepped forward in a semicircle trying to catch my arm. I stepped back, using the same non-tai chi tactic to turn my body, but she surprised me hooking her foot behind my ankle. As she pulled my front foot off the mat, she pushed at my chest causing me to tumble backwards.
Instead of falling like the student I was pretending to be, I fell like the professional I was. The moment I was on my back, I shot my legs out and caught her right leg in a leg lock. The moment I pulled her to the ground, I let go.
Hopping up to a fighting stance, she said, "It's been a long time since I've seen something like that. It reminds me of--" She cut herself off. "Never mind."
Rolling to my feet, I said, "Sorry, I should have stuck with tai chi."
"How many martial arts do you know?" she asked.
"I've studied several. It seems you have too." I smiled.
"Always a student, always learning," she replied. "Let's use everything we know. Ready?"
We imprisoned each other in locks and threw each other until there was no question we were practicing something not taught in this world. People not familiar with our origin would call it a mixture of bagua zhang and a smattering of ground styles. At first, she was timid about showing me she practiced tskanquoi, but her sheer joy at being able to spar against someone who knew it soon overtook her reservations.
That was when things started to get fun. The more our bodies touched, the more we craved to be tossed about. My scent was giving me away now, my masculine scent now carried a hint of feminine spice. And she smelled like an open sun-warmed expanse of grass.
When I pinned her on her back and straddled her thighs to avoid being overtly sexual, she slid so that her crotch and mine were in contact. Then she thrust upwards as if to slide a cock up between my legs. I moaned and gyrated atop her. Green scales started filling in in the small of my back. I could feel the cloth slide easily over them as I moved.
The moment she realized what she was doing, she got out from under me and to her feet. I knew our instincts were going to win this fight. We were just pawns. We wanted it that way.
As she tried to grab my shoulder and get her hip in to knock me over, I attempted to shift my weight and throw her instead. I ended up on my back with her straddling me the same way I'd straddled her. Her scent was now a powerful mixture of mare and stallion. My scent was much the same, but with a strong undercurrent of dragon. I held back a whinny as my scales spread down my legs.
She had tawny horse fur just above the neck line of her loose fighting shirt. Leaning in and putting her forearm to my throat, she asked, "Did you join my class to spy on me?" I could see in her eyes that she desperately wanted me to give her the right answer.
But she wasn't taking any chances. If she put any more pressure on my neck, my voice would have been garbled. I said, "No, I just wanted to get to know you and maybe make a friend who I didn't have to constantly lie to. There aren't many of us here."
"Are you sure? You're not here to bring me back? If I sense deception, you're gonna be unconscious."
Looking into her eyes, I shook my head. "No, I am not here to bring you back."
She pulled her forearm off of my throat, got up, and held out her hand. "Good, because I'm done fighting other people's wars."
I took it and she pulled me to my feet. "Want to keep going?"
"Are you kidding? We've barely scratched the surface." She rushed me this time.
Stepping to the side at the last second, I grabbed her left arm and twisted it while pushing to maintain her momentum toward the wall. Once I had her against it with her arm locked behind her, I leaned against her. My nipples thickened as my chest rose squishing my supple flesh between us. I whispered in her ear. "Do you want me?"
Her face was turned to the side, cheek kissing the wall. "Fuck yes!" A grin curled her lips.
When I freed her, she spun around and planted a kiss on my lips, her nose widening, fur spreading over her face. My ears became more angular as my tongue lengthened to catch up with my muzzle's extension. This all made for a very confusing, erotic kiss. I could feel her teeth slide against my tongue and her tongue have to reach further to stay buried in my maw.
Her breasts squished up against mine greatly overshadowing them. I gasped at the sensation of her hard nipples poking at my tender orbs through the fabric. A bulge in her crotch drew my attention as it collided with the tent I'd made in my pants.
Breaking the kiss, she pushed me back. "You want more? You'll have to fight for it."
I admired her horse muzzle as my ears fell in submission. My instincts never bothered to explain their logic to me, but they'd caught on to something. Her confident smile was now laced with an aggressive lust that made my knees weak. I shook myself out of it. It would be no fun if I just rolled over and let her fuck me. Instead, I rushed her and laid my feet down in the perfect pattern, like a dance, to stay with her and get my arms around her.
Then, betraying the fact that I was far stronger than I looked, I stood up with her draped over my shoulder. As I reached up and tugged out the knot that held her pants on, she reached down my back and under the waist of my pants. While she groped my ass, I bared hers to the room.
I rubbed my scaled palm over her short velvety fur cupping the wonderful roundness of her muscles. She murred at my touch to her rear, I groaned as she found a rise pressing out from between my butt cheeks. My thick draconic tail slid in her grasp as it lengthened. She quickly pulled the back of my pants down to stop my tail from ruining them. Then she went back to feeling my tail come out.
A growing wetness between my legs signaled the impending presence of my equine pussy. Shuddering at the sensation of my flesh being pulled up into me as new sensitive nerve endings formed, I set her down.
She grabbed me and tossed me face down on the mat then she relieved me of my pants and ground her expanding package against my buttocks. I whinnied trying to angle my hips so she'd prod my nearly-complete snatch. Instead, she moved to my side and pressed her thickening equine prick against my thigh as her fingers dove between my legs and speared my sex.
The cracking of our ankles as our feet became digitigrade punctuated my cry of passion from her adding yet another finger. I could feel the smooth texture of her hooves as she thrust against my side. My clawed feet dragged across the mat. I felt so exposed, so fucking ready.
She pulled her fingers out and licked them before dragging me to my feet. "I'm going all out this time. If you can't counter me, I'm gonna fuck you right into that mat."
We both wanted me to lose, which really hurt my chances. But my pride as a martial artist brought me focus and I took on the best stance I could. My flare forming made me bite my lip, my balls as they hung heavier and heavier begged me to touch them, and my cock flesh stretching, surging to a more equine size, caused my feet to tremble.
She let me stand there, squirming, trying to stay ready for her next move. Then she moved in carefully circling like a cat about to pounce on a bird. She stepped toward me, leg trying to get behind mine so when she pushed me, I'd tumble to the mat.
I followed a semicircle that got me out of the way, but when I reached in to grab her, she wasn't there. My eyes stared through the place she'd been as confusion sapped my ability to respond. Her hand came from behind me grabbing my upper arm as her leg swept mine out from under me. I landed on my side, dumbfounded.
This wasn't a move, this was full-body sleight of hand. Before I could ask her what had happened, she tugged my top off and rolled me onto my back. As she discarded her own top, she announced, "Here comes the fucking!"
"Yes! Shove it in and don't be nice!" I cried.
She straddled my tail and grabbed my legs. Lifting them up, she braced my ankles against her shoulders. I obediently lifted my balls out of the way. She shoved forward, her cock a battering ram at my entrance. With my legs held apart, there was little resistance and my snatch spread easily over the wide head of her prick.
Once that popped in, she maintained the momentum taking up every bit of free space inside me until her balls were resting against my ass. She was massive, but my pussy was made to take endowments like hers.
Before she could make good on her promise of a pounding, her eyes fixed on the base of my cock. Two knots filled in completing my erotic hybridized shaft. She showed her appreciation by wrapping her hand around them and squeezing as she pulled her hips back. When she rammed back in, both of us cried out: her from exertion, me from acute ecstasy.
She was vicious, unstoppable, a gale force wind of lust. Each thrust drug her pussy across the underside of my tail, smearing her nectar on me like a wet kiss. My member trembled in her firm admiring grasp as she said, "I wanna see you make a big mess."
Not letting up so I could reply, she guided my rump off the floor and went up on her knees. She moved my legs so I could hug her with them. Then I used my tail to help stabilize us in this new angle. I used this brief reprieve to snake the free end of my tail up between her furry thighs and then into her sopping passage. We both groaned as I spread her open with my tapered scaly appendage. Her snatch was as strong as the rest of her, squeezing my tail so expertly my ears tingled. This added pleasure only made her face more wicked. A wickedness that made me whinny in anxious expectation.
Her breasts began swinging wildly when she leaned forward to ensure she could thrust even deeper.
As she fucked me into the mat so hard that the clapping of our flesh echoed off the walls, she grabbed my right hand and placed it on the head of my shaft. Her hand grabbed at my knots. Feeling two hands on me, one furred and one scaled, I started thrusting and gyrating uncontrollably.
My pussy had been overwhelmed by the fierceness of our coupling, but now I felt everything. The way her medial ring and flare stretched me more than the rest of her, the fact that she got thicker at the base, and the way her pelvis hit my clit every time she drove home. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything but orgasm.
And I did, my pussy came around her so hard that I felt it tug along her shaft trying to coax her into delivering her bounty. As this happened, her hand stroked furiously over my knots and she bellowed. "Cum! Jizz all over those scaly tits!"
Unable to deny her, my flare and knots engorged, my prick throbbed from base to tip. A scream that started in my toes rang throughout the room, like an ecstatic thunder clap. The mess she'd asked for jetted out of my lurching cock. The first shot went right into my screaming mouth, the second hit my sternum splashing onto my breasts and face, and the third hit my chin.
As I continued to cream all over myself, she said, "Fuck! You're so hot! I'm gonna, I'm--" her own passionate whinny cut her off as she slammed her prick in as far as it would go. Her cock surged in my depths spilling her bounty into me and her flare expanded to seal that thick warmth inside.
Feeling, stretched, full, and oh so used, my body finally came to rest. As I stared at nothing, awash in bliss, she finished filling me.
We groaned when she rolled us onto our sides. With her flare making sure she stayed in as deep as possible, we stared at each other in awe. After several minutes of basking in her embrace, my mind went back to what had happened just before she bred me. "How did you get behind me? I didn't see you move."
"Magic." She ran her fingertips over my snout.
That answer was engineered to be unhelpful, so I took the hint and changed the subject. "When I'm in this form, you can call me Ezzie."
"Is that short for Esmerelda?" She chuckled.
"Yes, but please don't call me that." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have another name?"
"Maybe, if you stay after class every day for a long time, I'll tell you. Maybe."
"Are you deep in hiding?" I asked.
"No, I'm deep in you," She thrust her hips making both of us gasp.
If the price of her story was lots and lots of sex, I'd pay it gladly. And, even if she never revealed her true self to me, I wouldn't mourn the sunk cost.
Comments
Secret Skunk
SEXY! I love how Indigo is enigmatic. Weirdly I think it might be making her hotter!
