Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: What's Needed Universe: Matam's Fetishes Keywords: tf, mast, object, ff Summary: A group of girls run into Matam while shopping. This is the first of their stories. Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. "What's Needed" "Oh my god, you *didn't*" The shorter girl looked up at her taller blonde friend with faux horror on her face. Miriam, the tallest of the three girls walking down the sidewalk together, smiled a half smile. "I totally did. I'm such a horrible person, aren't I?" the blonde murmured, in a tone that made it quite clear she thought of herself as far from horrible, "But still - who does the little mousy bitch think she is? Complaining because I'm too loud when Kevin spends the night? It's *my* apartment too - I'll yell as loud as I want while he fucks me. And besides, it's true - she *does* need to get herself a toy. The mousy little thing certainly isn't going to get anything else between her legs..." The three girls giggled loudly at her catty comments, drawing looks from several people walking by. Of course, the looks from the men probably had to do with something else as well. There was no question that the three of them drew a *lot* of looks - from men, ranging from subtle appreciation to outright staring; from women, sometimes less friendly (particularly if they were with a man). Miriam was the tall one, and (if she did say so herself) the most classically beautiful. Leggy, blonde, and gorgeous, with small high breasts outlined nicely in her tank top on this gorgeous summer evening. Her blond hair - currently back in a pony tail - framed an angelic face with striking blue eyes. In spite of her angelic looks, Miriam was without a doubt the least pure of the three girls. She smiled at a cute guy walking by the three of them, and smiled even more broadly when he stumbled trying to smile back - causing his girlfriend to grab his arm tightly and glower at Miriam. Lucy was striking - slightly shorter than Miriam, with raven black hair. She was the severe beauty to Miriam's ethereal looks. Slightly more naturally curvy than Miriam, but Lucy's athletic body showed her love of yoga and exercise in general. Lucy swung her latest aquisitions - a half dozen new pairs of shoes - and was by far the most expensively dressed of the three, wearing a dress, heels, and glittering jewelry even for this little afternoon shopping outing. Being a little rich girl certainly had its perqs. Danielle was...well, it was hard to look at the three of them and not immediately think of Danielle as "the buxom one". Even as beautiful as Miriam knew she was, she still occasionally looked at Danielle's body with envy. Adorably pretty with red curls tumbling over her shoulders, it was still rare to find any male who could hold a conversation with Danielle without his eyes wandering down to the huge E-cups that jiggled so invitingly on the shorter girl's body. Danielle was in incredible shape, but that shape would always be just as incredibly curvy. Oddly, of the three of them she was by far the most prudish in spite of a body that just exuded sex. She'd grown up a good southern baptist, and even now was blushing at Miriam's (for Danielle) racy comment. The three girls turned down a small side street to head for the train, as Miriam continued her mocking of her roommate, Claire. "I mean seriously - I don't know *what* I was thinking rooming with a little nerd girl like her! She's never going to get a boy dressing like she does, and I've seen the way she looks at Kevin when he comes over. Like he'd ever take another look at her when I'm around, anyway. She's going to have to find a guy with a serious - " "Fetish?" Miram stopped in shock, both at the bizarre interruption and at the realization that she was about to trip over an incredibly short man who had stepped out from a dark alcove. He was carrying a tray filled with...junk, as far as he could see. And she's sworn he'd said... "Would you like your fetish, ladies?" the strange little man said, lifting his tray. Danielle giggled, her green eyes going wide and a hand going to her mouth. "I'm *sorry*?" Lucy said haughtily to the little man, "*What* did you say?" The strange fellow - he was dressed in a long coat (strange for such a warm day) and a wide-brimmed hat - lifted up his tray. As his head tilted back it revealed a tanned face almost the same color as his hat, and shockingly white teeth when he smiled. The hand-painted sign on the tray read "Fetish's - $5" "A fetish for the ladies?" he said again indicating the items - mostly little statues, Miriam realized now - on his tray. The three girls looked at each other and burst out laughing. The man's grin widened. "I am sorry," he said smiling, "I know my english, it is not always so excellent." "Well, I sure thought you meant something else," Danielle giggled. "Listen I don't think we need..." Miriam started. "Oh come on, Miriam," Lucy said, "we wouldn't want to leave our little friend..." "I am Matam, most loveliest of ladies." "Matam," Lucy said, preening a little at the comment, even as she rolled her eyes, "just hanging with no one to share his fetishes, now would we?" Miram snickered at that, and looked back at the tray. And found her eyes...oddly drawn to the little items. For some reason she was having trouble focusing in on them, she blinked rapidly, trying to find one that... Her eyes suddenly settled on a little statue of a woman...who looked oddly like Miriam she realized. The woman was in a funny pose - almost of supplication, as though offering herself up, bent over at the waist. Without thinking, Miram reached down and picked up the little statue, fascinated. She shivered slightly as she touched it. "Ahh, an interesting choice," Matam's voice echoed as she looked at the statue, turning it over in her hand, "that one will make sure you fulfill the needs of someone close to you. Make sure to be close to the right one to help, though..." Miriam blinked a few more times and then began to blush as she realized that the statue she was holding not only looked like her, but the girl was completely naked. And...detailed. Blushing, she shoved the statue into her purse and began fumbling around for money to pay the little man. As she did, she realized her friends had similarly sheepish and embarrassed looks on their faces. Vaguely she wondered what they had picked up... "I thank all of you," the man said with another broad smile...that for some reason looked just slightly unpleasant to Miriam now, "You will, I'm sure, find great effect from your fetishes." The three of them all seemed slightly dazed - barely mustering a small set of smiles in response to his strange words. They turned to walk down the street... "Oh pretty blond beauty girl," his voice called behind them. Miriam turned to find him holding a small brown bag. "For your roommate too, I think," he said with that - now *very* much too wide - grin. Miriam took the bag and put it in her purse as well. It wasn't until after she'd said goodbye to her friends, watching them get in a cab as she hopped on the train back to her apartment, that it suddenly occurred to her to wonder: how had the little man known about her roommate? She shook her head and yawned. He must have been listening to their conversation. Too weird. Miriam woke to sunlight streaming into her room. She sat up in her bed and stretched her long, sinuous body. She'd been incredibly tired for some reason when she got home last night - she barely remembered going to bed. And now she felt...tingly. She giggled, and pulled herself up into a kneeing position at the end of her bed, and looked over at herself in her desk mirror. She really was gorgeous, she had to admit. Miriam placed her hands on her thighs and smiled softly at herself in the mirror, appreciating how lovely her body was. She arched her back slightly and settled her perfect bottom back onto her heels, her little B-cups sticking up proudly, topped with light pink nipples. Kevin was sure lucky to have this to look at, she thought to herself. She started to lift her hands from her legs, to stand and go shower for the day... But nothing happened. Frowning prettily in confusion, she looked down. Her lovely hands lay on her thighs...and they wouldn't move. She tried to pull them up, to pull herself up...nothing. Miriam started to panic...as the tingling feeling she'd felt since she'd woken suddenly increased. "Oh god," she squeaked, and then louder, "oh god! Claire! Help! Hehhhh..." Her voice trailed off...and suddenly she couldn't speak! Terror tore through her as she tried to scream, to yell, anything... The tingling sensation was overwhelming now - not unpleasant...not unpleasant at all, but very very wrong. She tried to move, to get up, to cry. The room began to spin...or at least to shift. And suddenly she found herself - not of her own volition - tilting her head back and back, looking up towards the ceiling. Her lips were pursing, almost as though she was getting ready to kiss someone...but then drawing even more tightly together in the strangest way. The tingling rose and rose... It suddenly faded to a dull background noise through her whole body. She couldn't move and she was staring up at the ceiling, lips pursed bizarrely... And then slowly, languidly, she felt herself toppling over. She would have squawked in panic if she could have, trying to throw her arms out to catch herself, as she was clearly going to fall off of the bed - and then she softly thumped down onto her comforter. Her angle was...all wrong. She was looking towards her door, but it seemed to be strangely far away, the end of her bed seemingly stretching far to far as well off in the distance. She couldn't move, couldn't do *anything*...! Suddenly, there was a soft knocking at her door. "Miriam? Miriam, are you OK? I thought I heard you yell for help..." Claire! Oh god Claire, yes! Help me! I can't move! Miriam screamed silently. "Are...are you OK?" No! I'm not! Please...! "I'm...I'm going to come in now..." Miriam watched as the door opened a crack, and then swung open all the way. Claire stood in the doorway, looking around. The girl looked as though she had just woken up (though she seemed slightly flushed for some reason). Her mousy brown hair was in tangles, and she blinked through her glasses at Miriam's bright room. The girl was wearing an oversized t-shirt, and clearly nothing else - her small nipples were noticeably hard beneath the white fabric. "Miriam? Miriam, are you here?" Claire stepped into the room, looking around, leaning to look over toward's Miriam's closet, an expression of confusion on her face. Yes! I'm right here! Miriam screamed silently. You crazy little bitch, how can you not see me? Claire looked around for a moment more...and then her eyes looked down at Claire. They widened and a small hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my god," the girl said through her hand. The flush on her cheeks deepened noticeably, as though she was embarrassed. What? Miriam thought, suddenly terrified. What's wrong with me? Help me! Claire stepped forward to the end of the bed, and Miriam suddenly realized something was *very* wrong. Claire...was huge! The girl crouched down, her face hovering massively over Miriam. The girl looked at her owlishly through her glasses, and lowered her hand from her mouth. "Oh my god," she breathed, "it...it looks so *real*" What? What looks real? Claire stared at it for a moment, and then looked around again. "Miriam...if this is some sort of a joke..." her roommate said loudly, frowning. Why can't you see me?! Miriam would have sobbed if she could. Help me you little twit! Claire looked back at Miriam, biting her bottom lip in what looked like embarrassed nervousness. "Well," she murmured, "maybe it is a joke, but the truth is, you kind of *are* exactly what I need right now. Even if it does mean proving that bitch Miriam right. I don't know what she was trying to say with that little statue she left me though." Miriam spluttered silently at Claire's calling her a bitch - even if it was true, and she was kind of proud of it, the little mouse didn't get to say it - but then paused...wait, the statue? She vaguely remembered dropping the bag outside Claire's door last night before heading into her room and collapsing. And...wait, what had the little man said about the statue *she'd* picked up? Clair stood up and Miriam tried to recoil in horror as the seemingly huge girl leaned over her, one massive hand reaching down toward's Miriam... If Miriam could have squealed in equal parts terror and pleasure she would have. The wave of sensation that washed through her was overwhelming, and it took her a few moments to realize that the warm, unbelievably wonderful sensation she was feeling...was Claire's hand wrapped around her body! And...Claire was picking her up! The room spun as she was lifted and felt Claire's warm hand wrapped around what seemed to be a huge percentage of her body, and everywhere Claire's skin rubbed against her incredible bursts of pleasure ripped through Miriam, almost like someone stroking the folds of her pussy, but throughout her entire body. A new sensation of rubbing - equally pleasurable, and yet noticeably different - begain to rip through her, and through the maddeningly glorious feelings she tried to figure out what it was...she was staring up at the ceiling, and...she was moving...and it felt like...felt like... Oh god, it felt like she was pressed against Claire's t-shirt! Miriam tried to force a coherent thought through the rubbing pleasure ripping through her body, trying to figure out what was happening. It was clear that - in addition to whatever else was happening, Miriam was tiny, and she didn't look like herself...what *did* she look like? What had happened to her? What could she be that Claire would pick her up like this and carry her around? Terror welled up through the pleasure but was just as quickly forced down again by the ripping bliss of Claire's hand and shirt rubbing against her skin. Then suddenly, with a bouncing sensation, the maddeningly pleasurable rubbing suddenly faded, except for a small bit of it around what felt like her legs and ass that was where Claire was still holding her. The room spun again...and then she was face-to-face with Claire once more. The girl had taken off her glasses, and was grinning and flushed again. She stared at Miriam - though clearly not seeing her - and drew in a couple of deep breaths. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Claire said breathlessly, with a small giggle, "but *god* I really need this right now..." Miriam twitched in maddening pleasure again, as suddenly she felt - somewhere where her chin should be - the insanely pleasurable sensation of fabric dragging along her skin again. As much as she could pay attention through the pleasure, she realized that she was moving away from Claire's face, as Claire licked her lips in what seemed to be anticipation. Miriam's view filled with an expanse of white fabric...and then with small mounds of fabric on either side of her... Wait... She'd just been dragged past...oh god - those were Claire's *breasts*! Miriam could see Claire's nipples - still incredibly hard - poking up from the tops of the mounds...shockingly large given how small Claire's little tits were. A welling of terror overwhelmed the pleasure again, as she suddenly realized where she was headed. But no - that couldn't be...oh god, please, no...! Miriam shuddered inside with a wash of pleasure as her "head" suddenly slid over soft flesh, and she realized she was seeing Claire's white thigh, and then she was turned... No! NO! NO! NO! NO! Miriam screamed in horror. Her field of view was completely filled with Claire's pink pussy. The pink slit was nestled in soft brown curls, and it glistened with an incredible amount of wetness - the girl was clearly massively turned on. Miriam, shrieking in horror in her own mind, could smell her small roommate's dripping wet cunt - she could smell nothing else in fact. The salty-sweet odor seemed to suffuse every part of poor Miriam's world. NOOOOOO!!! OH GOD NOOOOOOO!!! Miriam shrieked, as she slid towards Claire's slit, twitching slightly with obvious anticipation. NOOOOOGGG-GGG-GGGG!!!! Miriam's "face" slipped up through the folds of Claire's wet lips, and the pleasure was...unreal. A sudden warm, slick wetness over her whole front. She screamed silently in horror at what was happening to her, even as the pleasure began to overwhelm her mind. "Mmmmm," Claire moaned, "Ohh, yes...Kevin...I want your big cock inside me..." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Miriam wailed as she slid down again, for a brief moment so overwhelmed with horror and disgust that even the pleasure couldn't quell it... And then everything went dark. Somewhere she realized she was screaming in pleasure and gibbering in horror at the same time. The wall of pleasure slammed into Miriam, washing her away in a rush of mind-searing bliss. The madly gibbering Miriam - overwhelmed with humiliation and disgust at what she was feeling, what she had become, what she was being used for - disappeared behind a wave of slick, stroking, pulsing pleasure that made being fucked pale in comparison. Somewhere deep behind the slippery warm world that enveloped her, the Miriam who was slowly losing her mind realized that not only could she feel and smell Claire's pussy - but now that she was inside her, she could somehow taste her roommate too. Her whole world - every sense she had possessed as a woman before - was subsumed with the sensations of Claire's wet, slurping cunt. And somehow, as Miriam's dildo-body plunged in and out of her roommates pussy, she could quite clearly hear her roommates sounds of pleasure, even as Miriam's world was enveloped by the warm wet darkness of Claire's cunt. "Ohhh god, yesss," Claire was moaning loudly, "fuck me, Kevin...fuck my wet pussy..." The little bit left of Miriam's conscious mind growled in anger - she was being used as a fuck toy to represent her own boyfriend's cock! "Yesss...oh yess Kevin," Claire growled in pleasure, "fuck me and I'll do anything you want...you can use me like a fucking whore...I'll do everything your bitch girlfriend won't..." Miriam started to react emotionally even through the pleasure...and then suddenly she felt a warm wet pulsing all around her. Claire was obviously close to cumming... And suddenly, at that thought, the most bizarre sensation welled up in Miriam's..."stomach", or below it. A sudden tightness, a tension, an aching need... "yesss...YESSSS...YESSSSSS!! I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM IN ME!!! CUM IN ME!! CUMINMECUMINMECUMINMECUMINMEEEE!!!" Miriam had just enough time to feel shock as her roommate's pussy clenched around her body like a wet, silky, warm vise - when suddenly something welled up from inside her, and salty, sticky, hot wetness came blasting out of Miram's "mouth", with an explosion of pleasure dwarfing even what she'd felt before. Miriam begain to scream in pleasure - ... - the white wall of bliss slowly faded to echoes, and Miriam's mind began to return to her. She began to sob as aftershocks of pleasure rushed through her in time with the throbbing from Claire's cunt all around her "body". Whether from humiliation, or disgust, or confusion, or desperate need to feel whatever had just happened to her again, she couldn't have said. Her being was still suffused with the feel, smell, and taste of Claire's pussy, but now it was mixed with a vaguely familiar salty flavor/smell... "Oh god...oh god..." Claire moaned, "That was...ohhh god that felt...wait...what?" Miriam suddenly felt herself slide downward...and then light came rushing back to her along with a slurping sound. Dazedly, she realized she'd been pulled from her roommate's cunt, exactly like the dildo she now was. The room spun and she found herself dangling over Claire's naked body (she'd pushed her shirt up at some point during all that, and her small breasts were now visible, with their hard little nipples). Claire stared at her, a look of combined post-orgasmic bliss and confusion on her roommate's face. "H-holy shit," Claire muttered. There was a pause, and then a wet sound, and then Claire drew her hand up into view and looked at it. It was covered with white goo...that could only really be - "Cum? Oh my god, this dildo just came inside me!" Claire stared at Miriam, the dildo. Then a grin slowly spread across her lips. "You're the best dildo *ever*," she whispered, "I'm going to use you *every* *day*." Miriam screamed silently again, praying for someone to hear her, to help her... ...even as she ached for Claire to use her again. And again. And again... To be continued?