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Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 4 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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"What?" He reached up to brush the hair away from his face, then started to
roll to his knees, only to stop when his hand trapped his hair against the
ground and yanked on it painfully. "What the hell?" He gathered up a mass
of hair in his hand, and then looked at her. "What..."

She pressed back against the wall, fear and uncertainty filling her face.
"That...that is you? Isn't it? What...what happened?"

"Yeah, it's me. I don't --" He stared at his hand, flexing the fingers,
staring at the extra joint that has appeared on the end of his now
impossibly long fingers. "What the _hell_?" As he asked the question,
razor-sharp claws slid out of his finger tips. "What the _fuck_ is going on
here?"

Her eyes widened more, and her shoulders pressed hard against the wall. "oh
my god...claws...and...hair...and...you, um, you need to...to get to a
mirror. I don't understand what...what happened here.  What...what you are.
 But there are the claws and...and those are fangs...and your eyes...oh
god, your eyes..."

Gabriel stared at her. "You're...glowing. And...so's my plant. What the
hell?"

Pandora looked down at herself. "No...no I'm not. Um...how do you feel?"

"Um...fine. Just a little sore. And I'm _starving_." He started to stand,
and swayed. "Whoa. And dizzy."

She stepped towards him, then hurriedly back. "Starving?" she asked, going
even paler. "Um...Gabriel, you have...claws. And fangs. Um...wh..what are
you starving _for_?"

"Um...pizza? Or a steak would be good." He looked at her. "I wouldn't hurt
you."

She closed her eyes, her face suffused with guilt. She stayed that way for
a moment before opening her eyes and nodding. "I know. I'm sorry, that was
stupid. I just...it was a shock. But I know you won't hurt me. I trust
you," she said, finally coming to kneel beside him.  She reached out,
hesitantly stroking the mass of long, silky curls, and the hair seemed to
reach out and wrap itself around her hand, coiling caressingly up her arm.
She gasped and pulled back. "Hey, stop that!"

Gabriel stared at her arm. "I'm not doing it! Oh, weird...I can _feel_ it
where it's touching you."

Pandora jumped back, shoving it off of her with her other hand. "Oookay,
that's...creepy.  Sorry, but..._OFF_ damn it! Get off me!" she swatted at a
persistent curl which had come up and was draping itself over her breasts.

"That's...weird."

"Yeah...I'm going to get the scissors here in a...ah, that's better."  The
hair, obviously realizing she was serious, flipped itself away from her,
coiling into a neat, loose braid down his back. "Maybe it's trainable," she
said, as she helped him up.  And up.  And up.  He found himself looking
down on her from about six inches of extra height. Then his pants fell off.

Gabriel says, haltingly, "Is it me, or...or am I taller? Or did you get
shorter?"

"_I_ haven't changed. But you..." she shook her head. "You've just gotta
see for yourself," she finished weakly, as she helped him to the bathroom.

Gabriel stared at himself in the mirror. "My god. Are 'ose 'angs?" he said,
probing his teeth experimentally with his tongue.

Pandora looked at him for a minute, then giggled, shaking her head. "Yes,
those are fangs. See why I was worried?  You're _sure_ you don't have some
irresistible desire to...ah...tear my throat out, drink my blood, and feast
upon my living flesh?" she asked, lightly, but there was still a touch of
nervous fear belying the casualness of her words.

Gabriel shook his head. "No. If I was going to eat you, it'd be in a
different sense...and you rather liked it, as I recall."

Pandora blushed, looking down. "Well...I mean...they _are_ fangs.  And your
eyes...like...like a cat, or a snake..." she looked back up at him, her own
eyes going dreamy as she stared at his face. "They're so beautiful," she
murmured. "You're beautiful...even the hair...so soft.	I..." She shook
herself, blinking and stepping back. "You said you were hungry? Want me to
order a pizza?"

"Or two. I'm _starving_." He looked down at himself. "I guess that's not
surprising, though."

"You've...changed a lot," she admitted. "Um...are you _sure_ you don't know
what's going on? I mean...any hint?"

Gabriel shook his head. "No. I don't have a clue." He looked at himself in
the mirror, and sagged suddenly. "Oh, god. Oh, my god. What am I going to
do? I can't go out like this..."

She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. "It's okay. It'll be okay.
It'll just take...some thinking about. But it'll be okay."

"How?" He looked at her, wide-eyed. "I can't go to work like this!"

Pandora hugged him, laying her head on his chest. "It's okay," she
repeated. "Come on...come sit down, and we'll talk about it. We'll work it
out.  Come on into the living room, and I'll order you some food."

Gabriel stared at her, on the edge of shock. "O -- okay."

Pandora kissed his chest, then led him into the living room, to the couch. 
She kissed him and went for the laptop on the desk, ordering two large
pizzas with everything from Pizza Hut's online menu before returning to
him. She sat down beside him and reached out, taking his hand in both of
hers and kissing it. "It's going to be okay," she said. "I was...a bit
freaked, but I'm thinking more clearly now..." Her fingers caressed his
hand, rubbing in gentle little circles.  "And it's not that bad. You're
tall and thin...but not impossibly so. The ears....well, the hair'll help
there. The eyes...I don't know. Contacts maybe. I hate to cover them
though, they're so...so..." She stopped, looking hurriedly away, and
dropped his hand. "Honey, I...I need you to put some clothes on. Please."

Gabriel nodded sadly. "I understand. I look like a freak."

Pandora stared at him, shocked, then shook her head rapidly. "No!  Oh god
no, that's not it at _all_!"

"It's not?"

She reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand, and her breath caught in her
throat. "No," she whispered hoarsely. "You're...so beautiful. You...you
were gorgeous to start with, but now...your skin, your hair...oh god, those
eyes..." She closed her own eyes tightly. "I can't think with you naked!
Not right now, I just can't, all I want to do is...is touch you, kiss
you...ohhhhh..."

"You...you really like it?"

Pandora licked her lips and nodded. "It's...oh please Gabriel! I mean it, I
can't _think_, and we need to...to figure out what to do."  Her hands
drifted back to him, though, and began rubbing up and down his arm.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, slightly, as he realized that he had an aura as
well, and it was reaching out to hers. Little tendrils of her aura kept
pushing his away, for the most part, but occasionally they would twine
around his aura. With a bit of concentration, he managed to pull his aura
back, holding it close to his body. "Is that better?"

"Oooooh...." She blinked. "Oh yeah, lots," she said, her voice full of
relief. "Wow, that was...kind of scary," she admitted softly. "Like...I was
about to totally lose control of myself. I...put some clothes on anyway,
please?" She looked at him pleadingly. "I...I'm a little...shaken up here."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. So am I." He frowned. "Er. I don't think I can. I
mean, I'm not sure anything will fit me...well, I think I've got a pair of
bicycle pants in my drawer, and maybe I've got a robe..."

"Shorts and a robe are fine. Just...something. You're way, way too
distracting like that."

"Then we're even." He looked at her for a moment. "You know, you really
don't look at all like your description online."

She smiled at him. "You're so sweet! I didn't want to attract any
attention, but I didn't want to lie, either.  So I just...stayed
scrupulously honest, without listing any real positives.  Everybody knows
that people exaggerate their looks in those things, so I figured if I was
realistic, what they'd actually picture would be some horrible Neanderthal
woman, and no one would bother me, or treat me like a freak.  It worked,
too. Now kindly go put clothes on before I hurt myself raping you, 'k?"

Gabriel laughed. "Okay. But for the record," he said as he walked back into
his bedroom, "you're neither overweight nor average to plain."

"According to the charts, I'm overweight," she called after him. "But I
kinda like the way it's distributed, so I don't give a damn.  As for
plain...Well, I am.  There's nothing dramatic about me.  Don't get me
wrong," she said, leaning on the door frame, watching him dress. "I think
I'm pretty...I'm not big on false modesty or anything like that, and I
don't have low self-esteem or anything...but I'm not anything unusual.
Brown hair, green eyes. The thing that gets me the _most_ attention is my
body, and...that doesn't last, you know?  Not for anyone who doesn't just
obsess about it their entire life, and I'd rather _live_ than worry about
if I might gain five pounds, or if my boobs are drooping, or if that's
cellulite in my ass."  As she spoke, though, her expression changed,
growing more withdrawn, a  worried frown tugging at the corners of her
mouth.

Gabriel pulled on the shorts, then tugged on a robe that now came barely to
his thighs. "Nothing dramatic about you? Well, aside from your mind, and a
body that looks airbrushed, I guess you're right."

Pandora smiled at him, eyes sparkling. "_So_ sweet," she murmured.  "I'm
glad you like it." She blushed, looking away for a moment. "I...um...never
really cared before, what someone thought of my body. It's...an unusual
experience. Kind of frightening, actually." She straightened, squaring her
shoulders resolutely, and reached out, smoothing his robe. "That's better.
I can live with this, I think. For a little while." She slid her arm around
his waist and fell silent as they returned to the couch.

Gabriel said, softly, "What am I going to do?" He stared out across his
living room, becoming aware for the first time of the softly glowing lines
joining the living things in his house. "Oh, nifty. That's cool."

She sighed, looking at him solemnly. "Well, you could become a male model.
Women are going to be all over you," she said, an odd tone to her voice. "I
don't think you realize how...how you look now. You're...irresistable.
Anything you want that any straight woman can give you...it's yours."

Gabriel frowned for a moment, then pulled his aura back again. "Sorry. I
have to keep concentrating, or it reaches out for you again."

"What does? 'It' reaches out?  Reaches out how?"

"Huh? Oh, my aura. It keeps reaching out for yours...did you know that your
aura is as pretty as the rest of you?" He looked around the room. "This is
so cool...ooh, I have mice," he said, noticing the glowing forms in one
wall.

She pulled her feet up onto the couch. "_Mice_?!  What....okay.  Aura. 
Okay, I know what an aura is.  So you can see them, then?  And yours is
like...like the hair, trying to touch me?  Okay....so?	I can't see that
that would do anything..."

"Well, most of the time your aura tries to push mine away, but every so
often they wrap around each other...I think that's what's distracting you
so much. Maybe it's like being petted all over?" He looked at a softly
glowing line across the room and held his hand out, and a strand stretched
over to him, as if the line had been made up of several rubber bands and
he'd pulled one out. "Can you see that?"

She shook her head, frowning. "No."

"Oh." He sounded slightly disappointed. "It's nifty."

She looked down. "I'm sorry. I guess I just don't...have any of what you've
got now. But Gabriel...that's not what distracts me. I mean, it might be
part of it, and it might be the part that makes me feel so _crazed_, but
it's not what causes it. That's _you_. Completely. You are so damned
gorgeous. When you walk out of this house, you'll be...mobbed. They'll be
all over you, completely throwing themselves at you. I've seen girls go
crazy over guys who only looked a fraction as good as you do, and you...oh
god..." She licked her lips. "You look like a wet dream come to life...it's
unreal."

"Really?"

Her lips trembled and she lowered her eyes quickly. "Really," she
whispered.

"Do you like it?" His voice held a hint of worry.

She bit her lip, jaw tense and eyes worried.  "Yes."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Everyone else is going to like it, too. A lot. More...more than I can
compete with."

Gabriel stared at her for a moment. "Pandora, you say I look like a wet
dream now. Well, _you_ have looked like a wet dream since the moment you
rang my doorbell. No one is going to be able to compete with you on that
level. And on other levels...well, now that I know who you are online, that
just makes it better. I mean, it's not like we're strangers, are we?" He
grinned at her. "So don't worry about it. If they get too bad, I'll tell
them they have to ask you, and you can tell them no."

Her chin quivered, and she looked away from him hurriedly. "Oh god...you're
so sweet. But you don't have to do that...I mean, it wouldn't be _fair_. I
mean, _look_ at you...you can have anyone you want. Hell, you can have any
_three_ anyone's you want...you can set your own rules.  Before, I
thought...well...maybe you kind of...needed me? Needed someone to...to come
to you because you were shy, and hurting, and lonely...but they'll come to
you now. In herds. You couldn't possibly keep them away, and you'll never
be lonely again...and even now, I want you so _badly_...oh god, Gabriel, is
it doing it again? Please? Or am I really that fucking pitiful?"

Gabriel pulled his aura back again. "Sorry. It's hard to control." He
sighed. "Look, you came to me when I needed you. You made me feel like
_living_ again. Do you _really_ think that I'd just...just drop you because
now other women like me? I mean...I _know_ I like you better than most
women, because I've known you for, what, a year or so now? Longer? Can you
give me even one reason why I'd dump a walking wet dream with a mind as
beautiful as her body, and an aura that's just _gorgeous_, in favor of some
dumb _bimbo_?"

"How about, in favor of someone like _you_. I don't know what you are,
Gabriel, but...whatever it is, I'm not one of them.  And if the females are
anything like the males...they're going to be really amazing."

He sighed. "Personally, I think you're really amazing. I mean...if I hadn't
seen you naked, I'd think you were wearing a corset. And even if I manage
to find a female version of -- of whatever I am, who's to say I'd even
_like_ them? I know I like you."

Her lips curved up in a smile and she leaned forward, kissing him gently,
then more firmly, starting to press hard against him just before the sudden
ringing of the doorbell startled the hell out of her.

"Oh.  Food. Right." She blushed.  "Be right back."  She hopped up and
hurried into the other room, towards the door.	Watching her go, Gabriel
realized that he could see her aura just as well through the walls as if
she were right in front of him.  He could also see the aura of the person
waiting at the door; that aura was a dull orangish color, and not even half
as bright as hers, and had a distinct 'male' feeling to it.  It brightened
as soon as he heard the door open, though, taking on a distinct glow,
expanding and reaching toward the enticing light of Pandora's.

Gabriel reflexively reached out with his aura, slapping the offending aura
away before realizing what he was doing.

There was a yelp of startled pain from the pizza boy. A moment later, the
door was hastily closed and Pandora ran back in, holding the boxes. "What
did you _do_?!"

"Um...I'm not sure? He was reaching for you, so I slapped him." Gabriel had
a distinctly disturbed look on his face.

She shook her head. "Honey, he wasn't reaching for me. He wasn't doing
_anything_. It was just the pizza guy, he wasn't going to hurt me or
anything. You didn't have to knock him nearly off the porch!"

"His aura was reaching for you." He hesitated. "It was just...automatic.
And I don't think I like how I felt."

"His aura?  Like...yours does?" Her nose wrinkled in distaste. "Ugh, I
don't think so. He was _not_ my type, and I didn't feel any sort
of...aphrodesiac pull like I do from you."

"No, but his aura was...dull. Dim. Not even half as strong as yours." He
frowned. "I'm sorry. I have no right to get -- to get all possessive on
you. It was just automatic."

Her expression softened. "Oh honey...you've had a rough time. I mean
this...this whatever it is happening. You're just still stressed. In shock.
Scared...that's all it was."

His face was unhappy. "Not...really. I think maybe I got some instincts to
go along with my new body, because I felt a distinct surge of anger that he
would dare touch something of _mine_. And that's not right. I don't have
any claim on you." He bit his lip. "Maybe...maybe you shouldn't be with me.
I might be dangerous. Because the idea of someone else touching you
does...it makes me really mad, Pandora."

She sat down beside him, reaching for his hand. "It's okay. It really is.
I'm not going anywhere."

Gabriel looked at her. "No, it isn't. It's not right of me to think of you
as...as some kind of _possession_. That's wrong."

"You don't. You wouldn't," she said firmly.

"But I _did_."

"No. You had a reaction, maybe. But that's not what you think. I know
that."

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Okay, I think you have a point there." He took
another slice of pizza, having already eaten half the box. "But even though
that's not what I'm thinking, I'm still reacting that way. Are you sure I
won't end up thinking that way?"

"Positive. I trust you. Besides...I don't want anyone else touching me,
anyway, so it doesn't really matter."

Gabriel smiled. "Well, I guess that's okay, then." He reached out and
pulled a strand from the line, bringing it over in front of him, and
concentrated, trying to form it into a rose, but it resisted, refusing to
settle into the shape he wanted. Finally he gave up, releasing the strand,
but instead of returning to the line, something unexpected happened.

She looked down at the rose that lay suddenly in his hand. It was
transparent, almost clear, really, with just the faintest blush of color,
but it was real. It had weight, even if only a tiny bit, and texture, and
when her eyes widened, he knew she could see it, too.  She looked back up
at his face. "How...how did you do that?" she whispered.

"I'm...not sure." He turned wondering eyes up to hers. "I was just trying
to make an...an illusion, I guess. To shape a bit of that line into light
so that you could see it, but it wouldn't do it, and then when I stopped
trying...it did that."

Pandora reached out and hesitantly brushed the soft, fragile petals. "It's
beautiful," she whispered reverently.

Gabriel held it out to her. "It's yours. I made it for you."

She took it carefully, cradling it in her hands, and then looked up at him,
her eyes full of longing. "Gabriel, I...oh please," she whispered, leaning
towards him.

Gabriel cupped her cheek in one hand. "It's beautiful, as are you, a
delicate, impossible rose."

Pandora rubbed her cheek against his hand, closing her eyes in blissful
pleasure. "Please...I need you."

Gabriel dropped his pizza back in the box and scooped her up in his arms,
carrying her back into the bedroom, biting her neck where it met her
shoulder, not bothering to answer her with words, but letting go of his
aura, letting it surround her and envelop her. He laid her on he bed and
pushed his shorts down to his knees, not taking the time to completely
remove them, and pulled her skirt up above her waist before pressing his
cock into her cunt.

Pandora groaned with aching, desperate need and wrapped her legs around his
hips.  Where her aura touched his, there was a shock of hot, intense
pleasure.  There was a moment, a trembling instant where her aura pushed
against him, held him away, but then it just opened to him, joyfully,
willingly, wrapping hot, sensual tendrils around his body, letting his own
light swirl around her, surround her, leaving them tied together in a
glowing web of light as he moved within her, plunging hard, fast.  A
trickle of blood flowed when he bit her, and his lips sought the spot,
gently caressing, sucking as her hands came up and cradled the back of his
head, pressing him closer. "Oh yes, yes..." she whispered, moving beneath
him, opening herself as much as possible, staring up at him with eyes wide
with wonder so that he knew that, at least right then, she could See, too.

Gabriel raised his head, her blood still on his lips and tongue, and kissed
her hard, shoving himself into her as hard and fast as he could, her need
blending with his, reinforcing it, and pushing it harder, and then feeding
back to her in a feedback cycle that spiraled upwards out of control almost
immediately, until he couldn't tell what was his need and what was hers,
until in an instant he knew what it was like to be pressed underneath his
weight, to feel his cock slamming into his cunt, and with a tiny fraction
of thought he wondered if she was experiencing what it was like to have her
cock slamming into his cunt, before all thought vanished into sheer
pleasure.

She screamed, and he felt her nails tearing at his skin...or his claws
tearing at hers...or her skin torn under his claws...or everything, all at
once, and the taste of blood, and the taste of her kiss and her cunt
clenching around him was intoxicating, overwhelming, pleasure on pleasure
feeding into pleasure until everything disappeared in a blinding, whirling
blaze of color, music, sensation too overwhelming for the mind to perceive
as reality, too much for the mind to _hold to_ reality, a pleasure so great
it could kill...and be well worth dying for.  There was no thought of dying
though...no room for that at all, as his only coherent thought was to hold
to her as tightly as he could and never, ever let go. Possessive, yes.
Thoroughly. But a surrender as well, and just as great, and he had only an
instant to realize that and to accede to or deny it before the chance would
be gone.

There was no hesitation. She was open to him, totally willing, totally
accepting...not asking for the surrender, not even realizing it was part of
what she offered, what she yearned for. He couldn't deny it, couldn't deny
her, not there, at that moment, not after the gift she'd given him, not
while tasting the sweetness of the soul that she offered, and certainly not
while her fear of losing him clenched at his heart. 

With his decision came a moment of clarity, an instant in which he knew
her, completely, and knew that she saw everything within him as well...good
and bad...and accepted it, welcomed it. And then there was just pleasure,
waves and waves and waves of pleasure so intense that, with a last dazzling
peak, consciousness was ripped from them.

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