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MV5	By : BaddGrrl Category: Web Comics > El Goonish Shive Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own El Goonish Shive, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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{Minor revisions to set up future events}
Still male, Susan sat in her room researching.

Well, he told himself that was what he was doing.

He had been watching porn for the last hour or so, and experimenting with how much pleasure he could get from working his cock.

Lots, as it turned out.

Susan had watched porn before - not much - and she was aware that most of the interactions between the performers were ridiculous. But he could see that some of the actors - most of the guys, at least - were physically enjoying the acts they performed for the camera.

Watching a guy whose cock was almost as big as his own enthusiastically fucking a petite blonde doggy style (and either she was really enjoying herself or she was a great actress; the fact that her nipples looked hard enough to cut diamonds and her pussy was actually dripping on the bed suggested the former), as he masturbated, he was heading into his fourth orgasm of the hour when the phone rang.

He didn't answer it - it would go to voicemail before the watch could transform him back to Susan, and a guy answering Susan's phone would lead to all sorts of questions, given how her friends knew she felt about guys. So he sat there as it kicked over to voicemail, listening to see if it was someone she needed to talk to enough to warrant him changing back into her to return the call.

After her outgoing message there was a pause, a tone, and then a voice: "Hi, Susan - it's Justin. I'm working the afternoon shift at the shop, so I'll probably be taking my lunch in an hour or so. If you're not busy with anything else, you want to drop by and hang?"

Why not, Susan thought. I wonder what Justin would think of this form. And i want to see more of what the world looks like when I'm male.

Susan hadn't realised that the high libido and supreme confidence that the magic had built into MV5 in response to Sarah's ... issues ... were affecting him more and more, the longer he stayed male.

Lunch with Justin, which she often did when their schedules allowed, sounded like a good way to pass a little time.

Meanwhile, that was still more than an hour off, and there were still a couple of videos he wanted to watch to see if anal sex actually seemed as if it might be pleasurable for the catcher. He'd already figured out that it had to very pleasurable for the pitcher, given how tight an anus had to be.

It was time to switch, though, so he lubed his left hand as well as his dick.

*****

An hour later, Susan walked into the Salty Crackers comics and gaming shop. He was still male. He was planning to surprise someone.

But Justin wasn't behind the counter - Grace was.

He walked up to the counter.

"Good evening, sir," said Grace. "May I ... Susan?"

Susan smiled. He'd been betting with himself whether Grace's sharp nose would give him away.

"Yes, it's me," he said. "Sarah left an MV5 watch at my place yesterday, and I decided to try it out."

"And what's it been like so far?"

"Well, I went to the other mall, and ... ummm ... there was this girl in a shop there ... and I was ... attracted to her."

Grace smiled.

"And did you do anything about that ... attraction?"

"Well, no - since I'm not going to stay male, it would have been like my father - I'd have led her on and then disappeared."

"Very good. So, what can we do for you today? Some nice yaoi manga?"

"NO," Susan blushed. "I got a call from Justin, asking if I'd like to join him for his lunch hour."

"Ah. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you - here he comes now."

As Justin walked up, Grace said "Hey, Justin - Susan's here to go to lunch with you."

"Good - where is she?"

"Here he is," Grace said, pointing to Susan.

Susan was never sure whether some of the things Grace did were from pure innocence and naivete or from a mildly malicious sense of humour. Like her "change blindness" experiments.

Justin did a take. "Susan?" he said, searching her face.

"Yes - it is I; I'm experimenting with the MV5 form transformation watch that Grace and Sarah made. How do i look?"

"Ummm ... you look good. I mean, you look handsome .. I mean..."

"I think he looks a lot like he did at my birthday arty, when you were that cute blonde girl," Grace said. "Only, maybe a little more buff and sexy. What do you think about that?"

Poor Justin was stuck. "Sexy"? Grace was asking him if he thought Susan's MV5 self was sexy?

Well, actually ... as a gay male, he had to say ... yes.

Male Susan was tall - even taller than his six feet - broad shouldered, narrow hipped and obviously fit if not overly muscular. He stood with a quiet confidence, smiling at Justin, waiting for his answer ... and the attention made Justin feel as if he would react as if his answer, no matter what it was, was one of the most important things in the world.

He was obviously focused on Justin. Justin was a bit flustered.

Meanwhile, behind his quiet exterior, Susan was rather startled to find that he was beginning to look at Justin in a manner rather reminiscent of how he had reacted to the girl in the shop.

Not, he hastened to assure himself, that he was in any way sexually attracted to Justin, but he was becoming more aware than she normally was of Justin's own attractiveness. He told himself that it was academic, but he could definitely see why that gay guy who came to the card tournament the other month had been enough attracted to Justin (and the feeling seemed to have been mutual) that they had already had a couple of dates and would probably be seeing each other on a semi-regular basis.

"Well," he said, breaking what might have been about to become an awkward silence, "why don't we do it?"

= Wait - what did I say? "Why don't we Do It"? What makes me suddenly think that that might be misinterpreted? Why am I so keyed up? =

Justin, meanwhile, was seeing some almost subliminal mental images.

Susan shirtless, doing some sort of physical work, sweat glistening on his manly chest. Himself, acting almost girly, bringing the sweaty Susan a glass of cold water. Susan turning toward him, reaching for the glass ... and then reaching past it and touching ...
He shook his head to dispel the thought.

{Neither Susan nor Justin was aware of the MV5 pheromones, nor of the MV5's catholic approach to sexuality. Grace was. Grace had had A Talk with Tedd about some recent events. Grace was watching the scene before her with amused interest. Grace was a nice person, but she wasn't really human.}

Strolling down the street to their favourite pizza joint near Salty Crackers, Susan and Justin were managing a decent approximation of their usual small talk ... but both knew there was an underlying awkwardness.

As they walked, neither noticed that they were gradually moving closer and closer to each other ... until they bumped shoulders. Apologising to each other, they stepped apart ... and three steps later, it happened again. This time, Justin briefly started to raise a hand, then dropped it to his side, blushing.

Even without looking toward Susan, Justin felt a strong awareness of him. He knew exactly where Susan was; he thought that he could reach out his hand without looking and put it right on his package ... No! ... His shoulder. Right. He could reach out and touch Susan's shoulder without looking!

Susan, meanwhile, was feeling a now-familiar stirring in his lower body; he was reacting to Justin's presence almost exactly as he'd reacted to the pretty girl in the shop. Glancing sidelong to check that Justin wasn't looking directly at him at the moment, he reached down an attempted to rearrange his jeans to relieve some of the discomfort.

Susan thought Justin didn't see him trying to reposition his already-impressive semi-erection; but he had. He saw because he was surreptitiously checking out the bulge in Susan's jeans, mentally comparing it to Luke's, last Saturday, wondering if it was as impressive as ... No! He wasn't! This was his friend, Susan - a strong, confident woman, in whom he had no interest of that sort at all.

But right now Susan was male and he was handsome and why was he imagining what Susan would look like taking off his shirt and turning and ...

Susan's thought, meanwhile, were also distracted. But he was imagining Justin standing in front of him with his eyes down, looking shy and ... submissive?

Justin shook his head to clear it.

Now he seemed to see Susan reaching out to him, seemed to feel his hand caressing his cheek, imagined leaning into the caress, imagined ... no - Susan was stroking his cheek, staring at him with burning dark eyes ...

Susan stepped back. He glanced around.

No one was nearby.

He took Justin's hand and stepped into an alleyway. Behind a dumpster, he turned to face Justin, and said "Do you have any idea what's happening to us?"

Justin shook his head. "No. All I know is that I keep imagining you in sexual terms. I keep thinking how powerful and masterful you seem. I keep feeling weak and submissive..."

Susan stepped closer. He put his hand on Justin's shoulder.

"Does it upset you?"

"No ... it ... excites me. How do you feel?"

Susan moved even closer. "I want to touch you. I want to take charge. I want to control you ..."

Without warning, Susan took Justin by both shoulders and pulled him close, kissing him hard and passionately.

For a moment, Justin resisted. Then he sighed into Susan's mouth and began responding.

For a time that might have been seconds but seemed as if it could be hours, they kissed, then Justin stepped back.

"No - not here." Pulling out his phone, he dialed Salty Crackers.

When Grace answered, he said "Uh, something's come up ..." He wondered at Grace's laugh. "Anyway, I have to take the rest of the evening off. Can you manage on your own? You can? Okay."

He hung up.

"She said 'Have fun' ... Let's go to my place?"

It was only a short walk to Justin's apartment.

As soon as the door closed, Susan impatiently grabbed Justin's shoulders again and pushed him against the wall next to the door, kissing him even more forcefully, grinding his crotch against Justin's.

Each felt the other's cock pressing against his own.

MV5 took over.

Susan pressed downward on Justin's shoulders, and he sank to his knees, eyes downcast. Keeping his right hand on Justin's shoulder, Susan fumbled with his belt and fly.

His massive erection sprang free right in front of Justin's eyes.

Justin couldn't avoid staring.

The broad head, the glistening drop of pre-cum. The length. The huge balls swinging free below.

But he kept his eyes downcast, kneeling submissively in front of Susan, hands folded in front of him, even though his own cock was straining his boxers.

Susan chuckled. Justin shivered.

"What do you want, Justin?"

The power of command in that question washed over Justin.

"I want ... I want ..."

"Yes?"

"I want to please you. I want to do whatever you want me to. I want you to do whatever you want to."

Susan caressed his cheek.

"What do you think would please me right now?"

Justin glanced up, met his eyes for a second, then submissively dropped his own eyes. Without a word, he leaned forward, tongue extended, and licked the pre-cum from the tip of Susan's massive erection.

"That's good. Now more," Susan said, urging him forward with a hand on top of his head.

Justin's jaw opened and the head slid into his mouth. He sucked it with enthusiasm. "More," Susan urged again, and Justin pushed forward, taking in more and more of the nine inches of hot cock.

He began to bob on it, Susan's hand guiding his motions.

Justin had had lovers before - he and Luke had spent the evening and night of their second date exploring and learning each others' bodies and their desires and turn-offs - but he had never before felt so much that the other person's pleasure and desires were the only important thing, that he himself didn't matter.

Choking and gagging, he kept working until he had all nine inches of Susan's huge member in his mouth, forcing itself into his throat.

He could tell that Susan was about to cum, and he pulled back and gasped out "Cum in my mouth, please," before returning to deep-throating him.

And Susan did, rifling shot after shot of cream into his mouth and down his throat. Justin swallowed it all.

Susan pulled his cock out of Justin's mouth, and tapped Justin on the shoulder.

Justin rose, and without saying anything, led the way to his bedroom.

Eyes still meekly downcast, without a word from either of them, he began undressing Susan.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropped it to the side, and then leaned forward and kissed Susan's nipples, sucking each for a moment.

Again kneeling, he untied Susan's shoes, allowing his Master ... Master? Where did that ... and then he looked upward, met those dark eyes, and realised that Susan was, indeed, his Master, and that he must do whatever his Master desired.

After Susan kicked off the shoes, Justin took the waistband of his jeans and eased them down his long, strong legs, kissing his way down the insides of Susan's thighs.

When Susan stood, godlike, in front of him, Justin reached out a hand and took hold of that thick shaft, feeling its heat, feeling it pulsing in his hand to the rhythm of Susan's heartbeat. Again, he kissed the broad head, then briefly sucked it back into his mouth, his tongue caressing it.

"Undress," Susan said.

"Yes," Justin said as he stood and kicked off his loafers, unbuttoning his pants. Slowly and sensually, he slid them down his legs, stepping out of them.

He reached for the waistband of his boxers, but Susan's hand on his stopped him.

"Wait," said Susan. Justin stood still, waiting for the next command.

He sucked in his breath as Susan's strong fingers stroked first his balls and then up the length of his cock. He shivered with sensation as they massaged the head through the cloth.

"This feels very nice," Susan said, his fingers lightly playing along the length, then slipping inside the waistband and tickling the head. "Let me see."

"Yes," Justin breathed, grabbing the waistband and pushing the boxers down. His rock-hard dick swung free. Not so long nor so massive as Susan's cock, it was still above average in length and thickness - none of his lovers had ever complained that he was physically inadequate - Luke had particularly appreciated its girth.

"My, yes," Susan murmured. He took the shaft in his hand and gently stroked its length a few times. Justin shuddered, closing his eyes and concentrating very hard on not cumming then and there.

"Your shirt - off" Susan ordered. Justin stripped off his Salty Crackers shirt, and then just stood, waiting for he knew not what, arms at sides.

Susan stroked her hands along his sides, from his hips to his chest and back down, a couple of times, causing Justin to twitch as they passed over ticklish spots. Placing his hands on Justin's hips, Susan pulled him toward himself, then bent and began licking and sucking Justin's nipples.

Justin moaned.

"Hush," Susan said, then returned his attention to Justin's nipples, taking one in his teeth and biting it gently but a bit painfully. Justin would have moaned even more loudly, but he clenched his jaw and held it back.

Again Susan held Justin's shaft with one hand and stroked it along its full length.

Susan released Justin, and then sat on the bed, putting his left hand on Justin's hip and urging him nearer. His other hand again began stroking Justin's length, more firmly. Justin shivered with pleasure, then jumped as Susan reached around and began teasing the crack of his ass with his fingertips.

Then Susan pressed one finger to Justin's anus, gently stimulating it in time with his right hand on Justin's cock. Justin couldn't help himself, and moaned in pleasure.

Susan smiled up at him, and again began licking and biting his nipples. Justin felt himself growing even harder in Susan's hand.

Susan let go of Justin's ass, brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a tiny cock. Justin watched, fascinated as a bird with a snake. He could feel his balls tensing ... he was close ...

And then Susan gripped him more firmly yet, and began forcefully stroking him ... and at the same time, removing his shiny-wet saliva coated index finger from his mouth, reached around and pressed the finger its whole length inside Justin's anus.

Justin couldn't help it - with a roar, he came in Susan's grasp. He came harder than he could ever remember.

Susan pointed his cock aside, avoiding getting any of the jizz on himself, and kept on stroking the convulsing organ with one hand and fucking the convulsing asshole with his finger, pressing inward and pressing on Justin's prostate.

Justin felt as if his orgasm lasted for ages.

He almost lost consciousness. He would have collapsed if Susan hadn't caught him by the waist and lowered him to the floor on his knees.

When his senses cleared, he was kneeling between Susan's knees, his head resting on Susan's thigh, Susan's huge rock-hard cock inches from his nose. Instinctively, he reached for it, opening his lips to take it in again ... but Susan stopped him.

"Not yet," he said. He took Justin's upper arms in his hands, and, standing, raised Justin to his feet as well.

Turning, he pulled Justin to the bed. Justin docilely went where he was led.

Susan guided Justin onto the bed, positioning him lying on his front, with his head resting comfortably on his pillow.

"Just wait there, okay?" he said.

Justin murmured his assent; he was so limp and relaxed that he actually began to drowse off. He heard Susan poking around in his dresser drawers, and then in his bath room.

"Ah! Here we go," he said, coming back into the bedroom.

Humming to himself, Susan climbed onto the bed with Justin, and positioned himself kneeling with his knees on either side of Justin's thighs. Justin felt his massive cock resting on his ass, lying along the crease between his cheeks. "Mmmm. That's ... nice," he murmured, pushing back and raising his hips a bit to press the big shaft more firmly between his cheeks and rocking them slightly side to side, enjoying the feeling.

"Oh, I think we can do better than 'nice'," Susan said with a smile, as he poured some of the massage oil he had found on his palms and rubbed them together before beginning to stroke Justin's back.

Justin ... purred. There was no better word for the sound he made as the strong fingers, coated with the body-temperature scented oil, glided over his back, digging in a bit on the sides, making long firm sweeping strokes from bottom to top and top to bottom.

"Oh, yes..."

With each stroke, Susan's hands moved lower, until he was working Justin's ass with his strong hands, the length of his cock sliding up and down the crack as his hands clutched the cheeks. Justin unconsciously raised his hips a bit more, offering his ass more fully to Susan's hands, feeling Susan's hands beginning to squeeze his flesh together around that big shaft.

Susan paused to dribble more oil along his cock and Justin's cheeks, then pressed them firmly together and began stroking his cock along the space between the warm slippery cheeks. Justin moaned again as he felt it, and again as Susan began stroking more rapidly.

And then Susan stopped, and sat up a bit, holding Justin's hips and guiding him to raise them from the bed.

One hand reached around Justin and gripped his cock again, stroking it firmly and smoothly, the lubricated hand sliding thrillingly along the hard shaft. Justin involuntarily began to hump his cock against the bed in time with that stroking hand.

He felt more oil drizzling on his ass, and then felt Susan's fingers again tickling his rosebud.

And then one slipped in, and began pumping in and out in time with the hand on his cock. That felt so good.

As his ass became used to the intruder and relaxed a bit, Susan added another finger, stroking his cock a bit more firmly.

And then a third, stretching him pleasurably, opening his sphincter, until all three fingers slid in and out their full length easily with no real resistance.

And suddenly they were gone.

His lust-fuzzed, MV5-pheromone fogged brain missed the pleasure. He muttered something semi-coherent in protest.

"Don't worry ... We're not done yet," said a voice he knew he must obey.

Suddenly something pressed against his ass. Something big, and hard, and hot.

Despite the relaxation of his sphincter that Susan had managed with his fingers, his big cock was going to be a tight fit.

In a sudden incoherent panic, Justin bucked his hips, trying to force the intruder out.

But Susan's big, strong hands had his hips in an iron grasp. Almost crazed with MV5's lustful libido, Susan pressed forward relentlessly, despite Justin's struggles and cries of pain and protests.

The head popped in, causing Justin to yelp in shock. Susan rested for a moment, and then began shoving his cock into Justin's bowel, inch by slow inch.

The pain was extreme ... but there was some pleasure mixed in. Justin knew from past experience that, if he could get through the pain, there would be more pleasure yet.

At least, that was his experience with rather smaller cocks. This huge thing felt as if it were tearing him apart, and he knew there couldn't be more than a couple of inches inside yet.

Susan slowly pushed more and more of his shaft into Justin's ass, until finally his hips were pressed against Justin's cheeks. He paused there to let Justin get used to the huge invader.

He reached around under Justin again, taking his cock in his hand, and, as he began to withdraw from Justin's ass, he stroked it.

To begin, he only moved a couple of inches per stroke, gradually stretching Justin's channel more and more, as his hand slid along Justin's hard penis.

He could tell when Justin finally began to become accustomed to the huge thing in his ass; Justin's whimpers of pain every time he moved began to become small murmurs of pleasure, and the cock he was stroking began to swell in his hand. He began stroking his cock in and out of Justin's ass further and further with each stroke, faster and faster.

Eventually he was sawing almost his whole length in and out of Justin's clutching back hole, both hands on his hips to guide him.

Justin had reached down and taken hold of his own cock and was stroking it hard and fast in time with Susan's pounding.

Finally, Susan clutched Justin's hips and pulled him back onto his cock, shoving it as deeply as it could go into Justin's bowel, erupting with an almost animal-like roar.

Feeling it, Justin gave his own cock two or three more hard strokes, and pressed his ass back against Susan as he spewed what felt like more cum than he had ever shot at one time in his life all over his hand and the bed beneath him.

They held like that for long seconds until both of them had finished cumming, and then Susan fell to one side, his still-hard cock slipping out of Justin's ass with a slurping sound followed by a gush of his cum, and Justin collapsed on his face with a moan, his hand, still clutching his still-twitching cock, trapped beneath him.

For a while there was silence.

Then Susan rolled on his side next to Justin, put a big hand on the back of his head and, turning his head so they were face-to-face, kissed him deep, hard and long.

"So," he said, "that's what it's like for guys, huh?"

"Only if it's really good," Justin said with a smile.

"Can you stay all night?"
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