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Flashbacks of the transformations will come later. Incontinent Ia Elliot woke up to a stiff back, she had gotten used to her weakened female back. She also got used to the gigantic mounds on her chest, giving her added stiffness to her back. She had even gotten used to sleeping on the ground, always on the move. What she couldn't get used to was the constant fighting and energy she had to expend when meeting with the undead. Three years and the zombies had not become any less relenting. The post apocalypse had become a waste of human life. The majority of humans were zombies now, not intelligent, shambling and slow, eating brains, the classic type. The meteor that crashed had wrought havoc on North America. Even as other meteors began to fall around the world watched what it had done to North America first. It spread through the water supply, which was piped and bottled to everyone trying to avoid it. Most died from infection on the spot. Most of the population were exposed to it within a month, with 95% becoming zombies. One thing that was different about them was the bite, it didn't create a zombie, it just spread the virus into your system. Those who weren't exposed were soon exposed by a bite that they encountered. When you die, or if you're really unlucky and go into a coma, that's when you are turned. The disease pumps through the dead body, a culture of bacteria that causes the body to maintain heat and blood circulation. Bodily processes continue, being fed by the bacteria that control the body. They are carriers to instinctively spread the disease as they go. The survivors, ones who had the disease and didn't die, ended up undergoing radical bodily change themselves. They spread it as well when having bodily contact with anyone else. Within three months everyone had been changed, ticks and mosquitos found the rest of the human population that stayed free of contact with the changed. Elliot had encountered many people over her three years in this wasteland. They were female. All of them. All women, every one of them having a vagina, complete with menstrual cycles. Even if they were men before the outbreak. This led to emotional and psychological breakdown of the former men. The women who had encountered the disease changed to have radically sexualized body types. They all had on average an I cup, supple skin with fat that hugged their bodies falling in line with their new proportions, and all with wide birthing hips and typically with noticeable gap between the legs. The protrusion of their breasts and stomach depend on the lifestyle they had or currently live. The augmented women also found they had gained a foot on average. All men became the typical sizes for the average North American woman. Meaning they lost a foot, D cup breasts etc. The combination of this led to the unique sexual situation, where women were completely bisexual, no matter who you were before the cataclysm. The former men in their own world view enjoyed the fact that they were still attracted to their fellow women, but were devastated that they were not men. Moreover, they found that they were shorter than the augmented women. Formers were emotional distraught, and instinctively looked for a shoulder to lean and bawl on. While some chose their own fellow formers to express their feelings to, most instinctively gravitated towards the motherly appearance of augment women. Some even still logically came to them for help out of not knowing how to live as a woman. They were the natural place to go to for help when periods started, or to get makeup on. Women of augment began to see themselves as big sisters or mothers. Eventually the formers expressed to the others that they found them attractive, and this changed their relationships significantly. In most cases formers entered into a natural relationship with the oversexed augmented women they had confided in. This naturally turned into a cultural trend. Augmented and formers would typically hitch up into a lesbian couple, although societal norms were still in flux and change. People often formed communities, where sex was open and free. Or 'families,' with cultish behavior and beliefs. The instability that some felt during the cataclysm led to these varying ways of life. Many were open to suggestion as to why the cataclysm happened. This was the world that Elliot had been reborn into. Although, nowadays she had begun to go by Ellie, a testament to the changes she experienced. She found that she had an exaggerated form and stature similar to the augmented. Both formers, and augmented, had never seen anyone quite like Elliot since the cataclysm. Although she was on the smaller side of the augmented, she was still lamenting the gargantuan size of her breasts, only to be reminded she didn't want breasts before. The women simply took her as a special case for a former, and thought less of it. Unlike other formers, however, she still had the key to copulation: a well-endowed penis behind her lovely skirt. While her body became overly feminine, her manhood had grown from a paltry 3.5" to an impressive thick nine inches. She was self-conscious of its new shape, the disease caused it to have ridiculous popping veins and a bumpy discolored head. The perks that came with it were extremely good, there was an unlimited amount of multiple orgasms, she was a woman after all. Women, both former and augmented, tended to want to possess her when they found out her ability to have children, so she always kept moving if she had any sexual contact with another woman during her journey. When her first intimate relationship ended, she vowed never to attempt pregnancy again. With horrific memories that led to the decision, it would take a while before she was healed enough to open up to having a family again. However, she found herself drowning her sorrows in poon, as she felt empty and hollow when she had traveled from the West to East coast and back. She was looking for a place or person to settle down with, that or finally being taken by one of the undead. All the while she tended to wear a skirt with a lacy trim, a bonnet to protect her from the sun and a sleeveless top with a low cut midsection exposing her noticeable bust and smooth tan skin. She had taken tips for keeping her beauty when she was traveling with her sister. It was her sister that had helped her when she first had her changes, and losing her was one of the hardest things that happened in the first year of the cataclysm. Her death was caused by the dangers that existed in the past returned their ugly heads again. When she returned from hunting for supplies for their travels, she found her sister was a zombie. After that she had traveled alone. Her past loss of romance and also her sister led her to guard her heart and keep exchanges with others short and quick. One night stands were her way now, a life she had vowed to herself with a stipulation, no children. She would finish in her lovers mouth or on her lover's tits. While some even went as far to allow anal, most were startled to be forced to swallow the seed of the shemale. Elliot, even going so far as to lap up every drop from the times she showered them in her semen so that she can't inseminate herself. Unfortunately, this led her to go over her vow every time she cried post-coitus while her partners were asleep. But eventually she couldn't deny that her heart ached for a home, a person to rest with at the end of every night. It had just taken two years to start to be honest with herself. She had already broken her vow when she stumbled upon a coven of women a few months prior. They had been inviting at first. A group who had created a safe town together somewhere in the newly remade wild west. Well, more like a cult. But it didn't work out for her. To make a long story short, they were gone now too, though she felt fear of the people she had laid with rather than the love she had with her sister. She had set out to find another town. One that was welcoming and had an appropriate neighborhood for raising children. One that she could take for suckers and bend to her will. If she had a commanding control of her home she could make her vision of the future a reality for the next generation of humans. People would flock to her society based on having kids, they wanted them badly. Society had, in the absence of children, decided that having children was the most glorified thing that had happened to humans. Seeing or being with children was becoming an uncommon occurrence. Once people had lost the laughter of children in the streets, they found that they wanted it more than anything else. Knowing this is what made Elliot so sure that she can attract every woman who heard rumors of her settling down. Her traveling had already stirred rumors that there were some women who had the ability to father children, mythical stories of where-men were rampant. Women would either accept the rules that she laid down to others so that they can have kids or they would not be allowed to mother. This was the plan that she had in mind as she looked for the town, and to be honest she was going to need a kind and gentle woman to keep her company. If she was going to be so proactive, and probably over involved in the lives of her citizenry, then she would need a submissive wife to keep her mind off the headaches that come with being the center of a society. But this was the kind of life that was bound to happen with her being partially a man still. She was going to make her approach proactive instead of more complicated with how her previous towns had gone. She was done with trusting fate, she would forge the future for herself, and for her children. Her travel led to fighting for resources in the cities that were already militarized, which had built her instincts, physical ability and coordination. She rode by horse to get where she needed to go. She wore a revolver at her hip a rifle on her back spurs on her feet and had gotten a cowgirl getup when she was riding thorough the South, finding it appropriate to her lifestyle. Though she kept her relaxing summer outfit from the west in her saddlebag. She had two horses, one to carry her and her things and one horse in tow, switching between the two to allow for long travel times that a single horse could not. The two horses were female, she had always told herself that if she settled down and found a male, she would breed them. Finding the similarities to her own predicament amusing to her. She came upon a town in the woods, removed from the rest of civilization. She had followed powerlines coming from a dam that seemed to be up and running. They were running over a large portion of woods, leading up a hill people in the east liked to call mountains. As she got close she tethered her horses to a tree, a mile or so from the upcoming clearing that she could see in the wood. She would scout it out and see what the people were like, if they were still around. She had come across many who had been killed by bandits, or abandoned when loss of life from attacks drove them away from their homes. As she entered the clearing she waded through the tall grass. Stealing along the edge of the clearing she made her way to the river that divided the clearing, spilling into the reservoir downstream towards the dam. This gave a small field of grass on one end and the majority of the clearing opening up on the other side of the river. Beyond the river was a large array of log cabins, facing a single dirt street leading from the river towards a large mansion. The mansion was simple yet clearly was used as a meeting place for the community, indicated by the open doors and activity that could be seen inside. There was a single person who was tending to the grass on the same side of the river as Elliot. She was getting it ready for crops to be sown on the opposite end of the clearing, Elliot spotted her when she reached the river giving her a good view of her from the opposite end. She could easily approach following along the riverbed. Elliot decided to approach, if she caught her unawares and spared her she would be seen as a friendly. Many thieves and bandits were deceptive, using a peaceful bait to capture the attention of unwary townspeople. Many people fell prey to this tactic so towns were on edge, shooting on sight was standard for any new travelers. Elliot had a few exiting close calls when approaching a town by herself. She successfully came up on the worker, she was as tall as Eliot, probably an augmented. Her shape was obscured by the clothes she worked in, wearing a large dress and a hat to keep out the sun. No women of augment could hide their bust, as this one displayed through her conservative clothes. Not the most dependable wear, but the work seemed less urgent. A former would make short work of the field, they tended to have more energy and strength to make up for their lack of size. The dirt across the river seemed well tilled and watered, other women could be seen tending to the fields around the town and live stalk could be heard from behind the mansion. The river was clear and good enough to drink, as indicated by the woman who took a break from clearing the field to drink straight from the river. Elliot snuck up behind her, using the running water as a natural muffler for approach. As she got closer she took out her knife and brought it to her neck, placing a hand on her shoulder so she couldn't easily shake free. "Hello, nice day for field work." "W-who?" "You look like you could use a break, tell me what the name of the town here is and how many people. Also what is the fee for the tavern or in? Do you have a male horse?" "Peculiar way of asking these questions." "My horses are as lonely as I am. It pays to be careful," Elliot said folding her knife away and offering it to the woman with a smile. "You never know who could catch you unawares." "You and your horses sound like a girl I know," she said snatching the knife and unfolding it at Elliot. "This place is called Renew, there are nine women here, four couples in all. And We do so happen to have a male horse, he's working in the fields across the town clearing." She paused, sizing up Elliot. "Too bad, you are a woman of augment instead of being a former. One of our company was augmented and is single, she's only interested in formers though. Says it feels weird dating women who were always women. Although she tries to hide it, the town can see she's suffering from being alone." "Didn't everyone become bisexual when they were changed?" "She still finds it weird, even with her being bi." "Well, give me a chance. My names Elliot, but you can just call me Ellie. I'm actually a former, though I don't look it." "Oh?" She sized her up again, taking care to look at the curves and proportion of Elliot's body, noting the extra wide hips and F cup breasts protruding a long distance from her body. "I don't believe you. I'll have to see if you're a man on the inside or not," she said as she pocketed the knife. "My names Laura, you can give me a show of how used to being with a woman you are." She lifted her dress, displaying her sweaty panties from her earlier work. Laura pointed down to her snatch then brought her fingers up in a 'v' and licked them seductively. Elliot got the idea and squatted down to get better access to her nether regions. Elliot got a whiff of the stench from her pussy and dug in, not bothering to remove the fabric. She teased and played with the folds of her lips through the panties. When Elliot had reached Laura's clit Laura brought her hands away from the hem of her dress to holding Elliot's head through it. It draped down over Elliot as she lapped away at Laura's snatch. Elliot was now completely under her dress, lapping away at her juices. She was so close to her snatch that every intake of breath made her more hot and bothered. Elliot used her teeth to bite onto the panties and pulling them across her clit, until finally bringing them down her legs. Her breath against the heated vagina lead Laura to shiver at the sensation. Elliot let her anticipate it for a moment before digging into the open folds of her vagina. Wriggling her tongue into the depths of Laura's canal, and rhythmically licking up and down along the lips. She noticed how wet she had made her so far. Her juices started to run down her chin. Her nose rubbed and brushed against her clit as she brought her head down and her tongue up. Finally settling into sucking the clit and teething it as she thrust a finger into the pussy. As she brought her closer to climax Elliot increased the fingers entering her vagina. She brought her own hands up to her tit, massaging and teasing her nipple. A new habit during sex and a benefit of her new body, was her ability to pleasure her tits. That was one benefit that she had immediately thanked as a change for the better. Laura's moans turned into a scream as she entered into the sexual throws of climax. This brought out the people who were tending to the field to run towards the mansion. A bell tower was attached to one wing of the mansion, and it began ringing as they were cleaning up. A state of alarm was apparently raised. "I think they heard me cry out, we better get to them first if we don't want them to shoot you." Laura moaned, still in the after throws of her orgasm. "Haha. You could have warned me that you were a screamer." "Oh what's the fun in that?" "I don't particularly want to get shot today, so let's go call that off my schedule." Elliot spoke through heavy breaths from administering cunnilingus. Elliot took Laura's panties and stuffed them into her mouth as if it were a gag and she pointed from her mouth to Laura. Laura simply smiled and stuck her tongue out at the newcomer. "So, do I qualify as a former man?" "That, or you were always a carpet muncher and are just pulling me along." Laura winked and led the way towards the town, giving an obvious sway to her hips for Elliot to watch and follow. When Laura had noticed Elliot following along behind her to watch her, making no motion to catch up with her, she slapped her ass to further tease the newcomer. *** There was a cacophony of noise as they entered the mansion, people hushed as they eyed up the new stranger. The formers had pistols already attached and were assembling their shotguns while the other women were wielding bats and still some changing from a dress to pants or overalls. "Laura who is this new guest, and was that you screaming?" a woman with a fancy and flowery hat strolled up to her and commandingly spoke. "Yeah that was my bad, false alarm girls." Everyone roller their eyes and started to put their gear away. "Were you fucking on the job you slut?" A former shouted, and a few giggles came from both groups of women. "The mayor looks like she could lock you up you harlot!" The formers were now increasingly louder at giggling, and the women of augment were smirking in an obviously embarrassed manner. The one who had addressed Laura spoke again: "You know not to do that, what could have possibly possessed you to make such a racket, you scared us half to death." The hatted woman caressed Laura, who was at least a foot shorter. "Sorry everyone, this woman, she startled me and I panic screamed is all," Laura said gesturing. "Her name's Elliot." "Panicked at how good she was at making you cum?" Another one of the formers said and the group giggled girlishly again. The augmented were blushing, although there were still some giggles. After the giggle, dissipated Elliot cleared her throat and spoke up: "Call me Ellie, if you please." "Hello Ellie, my names Julie, welcome to New Light. Stay as long as you like you look traveled." Julie shook embraced Elliot; this had become the standard embrace since the population had become 100% female. Though, formers typically still wanted to handshake as a gesture of brotherhood. As their large breasts squeezed together, a woman to Elliot's left blushed but then looked a little disappointed. Elliot took note of her as she was the shy one of the group. She stood as the smallest of the augmented, at the same height as Elliot, who was now the tallest former. She was cream white and appeared to be the least sunbathed, her work must be indoor. She also had twig thin fingers from unique hand motions in her daily life. The embrace didn't last longer than a handshake and Julie gestured to the stairs behind her leading to the top of the wings of the mansion. "This way is where guests can stay, there are also stores of supplies that you can purchase when you continue your travels. It's been a few years now so I shouldn't have to tell you that metals are taken and not fiat. Should you decide to stay we can use the surrounding trees to make a new cabin for you to live. We are in the process of expanding our fields, and we can use it as an excuse to clear more for planting." They had walked over the top floor, going over the store and guest rooms. They had taken the various bedrooms of the mansion and were using it as a tavern, a community place to hang and find lodging. When they came downstairs there was a large community room to the right (the left wing) which had a bar that was built into it, rooms for supplies that weren't labeled on the opposite wing (the right wing). They worked their way back towards the main room, where most of the women had disappeared, presumably to go back to their work. "Mariel here can give you a tour of the town, while the rest of us get back to work. Mariel would you please?" Julie asked the shy girl who had caught Elliot's eye earlier. She nervously embraced Elliot and said hello, then demurely went along. She opened the door for Elliot to take a tour of the town. Elliot had often found it weird for doors to be held open to her, it made her feel more like the woman she had become. She thanked her and followed her through the town. As they walked she inquired as to who lives where and what people did in the town. She learned that Julie was the mayor, although the town was small enough that there was little reason to have a permanent occupied office. The general rule of the town was if people didn't work they received no food. Apparently they had some rough time the first year or two and lost some members of the town in a winter famine. As they went along their questions became more personal. Mariel turned out to be the only single person among the inhabitants, although she would often have sex with travelers and other townspeople. Sex was free and encouraged within the town, but only if the couple accepted. Mariel preferred formers over women of augment, she said it gave her a familiar feel to the relationship that she longed for. She wouldn't speak about her past relationships but Elliot could tell that there was a driving force behind her choice in mates. She inquired about Elliot as well, Eliot talked freely giving an account of her history and relationships. Leaving out the fact that she could father children. She also told her that she was a former rather than augmented. "Oh, I didn't know you had a previous relationship. I'm sorry you lost her." She grew quiet, thinking to herself and bringing her hand up to her breast. Mariel snapped out of it, tearing her hands away and pushed Elliot. "Don't tease me. You're just trying to get into my pants." "I am not, that's only one reason I'm telling you. I've been looking for a place to settle down, and you have little protection here and it looks like you could use someone who knows their way around a gun to look after the place here." "Oh so you are here to nobly protect us quaint little town dwellers huh?" She smirked, obviously others had spun tall tales to get with this girl. Though she seemed less shy now, she had opened up to Elliot through the long conversation they had had. She was even tilting herself, showing off her larger bosom to Elliot. "All that's left is my house, the furthest from the town." She gestured to the cabin overlooking the water, propped up on wooden beams to raise the porch above the flood bank. "I sew the clothes for everyone to wear and fish from the river, tough I'm not too good at it." Women of augment have sizes that were uncommon to women before the cataclysm, which led to the need to make clothes for them up to most having to get home made clothes. At least this town had a dedicated tailor here already. "Fishing is a patient job, something that you have to set your mind to and be able to concentrate or zone out for a long period. Not too many people fish nowadays." Elliot remembered the times he went fishing with his father along the river of his childhood home. This bringing his thoughts to how he missed his father, and the gruesome death that tore them apart. "My fianc? loved to fish, and-" She cut off, reliving painful memories of her own. "He had always wanted to bring me along. I just never went with him; it didn't seem something I would want to do. Now I fish, or try and learn how, to honor his memory." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I just hope it brings me close to him." "Hey now," Elliot said embracing her. "I never went with him; why didn't I go?" she sobbed into Elliot's breast. "I can teach you how to fish, if you want to learn." She spoke tenderly, as her mother would have. Though having her near her breast led her arousal at the woman become clear. She felt the hardening nipples on a warm sunny day, and squinted her eyes. "You're incorrigible," she said pouting up at Elliot, staring into her eyes as if to say I know what you want. Elliot thought she was not over her past relationship and would decline any approach to intimacy. But as Elliot was thinking this she leaned up and kissed Elliot. "Let's give a more thorough tour of my house, starting with the bedroom. You carry yourself as a former would, even if you are just hardened from the new life you've lived you still get a pass from me." *** They entered her bedroom, a simple room with woven sheets and curtains. There was also a hand crafted carpets that she must have made, it matched the blueish theme of the room, accented with purple. The wooden bed was large enough to accommodate two people and the rest of the room was relatively small. They stripped their way to the bed and Mariel got on her hands and knees on her bed, pointing her rear at Elliot. "Since you were a man you must have learned to give good head. Surprise me," she said opening her legs to reveal her sopping wet panties that clung and outlined her cunt. Elliot kept her skirt on, so as to keep her secret. Perhaps that could be the surprise she wanted? "Oh don't worry I'm chalk full of them." Elliot got to work giving her cunnilingus, which was a common sexual encounter when having sex with women of augment. She simply moved the drenched clothing aside, not bothering to take it off completely, and brought her mouth to her vaginal opening. Mariel started to buck her hips back into Elliot's face. Sexual secretions were smeared all over Elliot's face as Mariel came. Flexing her rear lead to a gentle and playful slap of her cheeks onto Elliot's face. Elliot responded by pulling her face from her pussy, fingering her and licking her lips. Elliot began to give a rim job, ferociously attacking her anus. This caused Mariel to gasp, giving a cute little "eep." She instantly came again, supplying more juices for Elliot to lick up into her ass. "Th-that's never been done to me before. It's dirty there, don't you care?" "Your pucker just looked too inviting." Elliot increased the fingering and messaging of her clit. "I'm surprised that this hasn't happened to you before. I care enough to give your body what it wants no matter where. You must have had a hard time out here in the middle of nowhere." "It's actually *gasp* a nice *moan* place. OH! Just like that! Oh reach deeper inside me. Keep going. Tongue my ass! This feels great. Why didn't I try this sooner? You're right, it's been hard. Nobody's made me feel like this." Spurred on, Elliot kept taking Mariel's anal virginity with abandon. Mariel new screams out words of encouragement as she comes all over Elliot's hands. Mariel collapses on the bed, clearly drained from multiple orgasms. Although this last orgasm left her thrashing and speechless. She kept moaning for a good minute. Elliot's mouth and tongue separated from the hole with a wet popping sound, leaving a string of spit drooping down like wire leading to the now slobbered wet ass in front of Elliot. Juices dripping from her pussy and from Elliot's mouth mixed and trailed over her vagina and pooled off the sheets and began pooling on the floor. "That was the most intense sex I've felt since the cataclysm. If you want to stay here I wouldn't mind, there is room in my bed for you if you want." She breathed at Elliot. "I've never had another woman make me cum like that." "So am I a former, or is the jury still out?" "Well there are other factors to consider, we are getting ahead of ourselves." Mariel bit her lip seductively stealing a look towards Elliot's crotch. "I have yet to investigate you, to make sure that you are a fresh new woman." "Oh?" "Nobody who can make me cum like that has a fresh pussy, as most formers do." She winked. "This is just a formality you see; all formers have to go through this." "Ah yes, don't let me get in your way inspection officer." She flipped over, resting her bottom on the edge of the bed. She suddenly leaned in and tugged Elliot's skirt down all at once, tearing it from her wide hips. As she leaned forward in the same motion, so as to give cunnilingus, Elliot's nine-inch member flopped out and slapped her in the face. Her balls twitching from the contact. "Ay dios mio..." Mariel spoke adopting a Latin American accent that she normally masks. "Oh I see, you brought a toy for us to use. Which town did you pick this up at? Do you have any more?" She looked up to Elliot who had a smirk on her face. Puzzled she looked back down at the pillar of flesh pulsating in front of her. She reached up as she spoke, stopping when she reached the member in front of her. She felt it up. Her hand couldn't reach around the entire girth of the dick in front of her. It was warm, and pulsing under her touch. Mesmerized by it and looking at it with a desert's thirst. She moved her hand along the shaft noting that the skin shifted along the shaft with her hand. As well as the pulsation in response to her touch. "This is awfully realistic..." she whispered, still in disbelief. She groped the balls, trying to pull it out of the snatch that she believed had to be there. But finding no connective part, and no response to her pull she gave up on the idea. She brought her finger to the tip, feeling a drip of pre-cum on her finger. Still not letting herself believe that she was holding a dick. She brought it to her lips to taste. Her eyes opened wide as she savored the flavor, suckling her finger like a miniature dick. She inhaled, removing her finger and bringing her other hand to Elliot's dick. She hesitantly brought her tongue to the tip, licking the entrance to the urethra. Tasting Elliot's seed in full brought her eyes to shoot open wide. She then aimed the dick above her face, having it stretch and rest along her face as she worshiped the cock in her hands. Her tongue tracing along the underside of the shaft as she pumped it. It wriggled and squirmed, splashing her saliva as it went. She didn't relent until it covered the entire head. She then worked on licking the rest of the shaft until the entire dick was wet and shining enough to easily be stroked with her hands. She then backed her head off, leaving the dick resting from her forehead down past her chin. "Where did you get this? Are you the only one? Were you a man or a woman? D-did you figure out how to take this from a zombie and attach it to yourself without killing yourself?" "I was a man. It grew larger instead of disappearing, the tradeoff was the rest of my body..." she said gesturing to herself with her right hand, and fondling a breast with her left hand. "Well you look lovely." Mariel took the head into her mouth. Elliot blushed, her wires crossed, the first time in a while. She was being pleasured as a man while being treated and praised as a woman. Mariel found difficulty opening her jaw enough to receive it. Once she got the head into her mouth she adjusted to take more inside her. She surprised Elliot by then deep throating her dick, going all the way down to the base. Mariel played with Elliot's balls, tugging at the scrotum and stretching it along the testes. Elliot had held out from the display in front of her, but because she had given cunnilingus before she was on the first of ejaculation. She coated Mariel's throat, bringing a hand to the back of her head. Elliot kept going giving a large amount of cum, till Mariel couldn't take any more. She brought the dick out of her throat, another large spurt of cum filling mouth, some of the cum entered her nose as she was trying to catch her breath. She teared up as she brought the dick from her mouth, licking the tip as it left. The large penis reverberated with another shower of cum, coating her face and hair. Elliot gave three more spurts and finished up with spreading her glans over Mariel's face, driving her cum into her mouth and marking her with her stench. Mariel smiled and held her mouth open, accepting the cum into her mouth and moaning from the smell, taste and pheromones that she had missed so much. Tears streaking through the coating of cum on her cheeks, as she cried out of happiness. "You are a God-send. I can't wait to tell the others!" "Let's just keep this between us for now, you can have me to yourself while I ease into life here. I've had a few experiences where a group found out and it eventually led to covetous murder." Elliot spoke as serious as she could, bringing her penis away from Mariel. "O-of course! I thought I was going to have to convince you to remain mine, but if I at least get a head start then that's certainly fine with me." "*Sigh* I still have to fetch my horses." "Hold your horses; I still have an itch in a hard to reach area. Could you help me with that?" "Oh your little minx, I'm going to give it all to you. I haven't had any action in a while, that's your one warning by the way." Elliot grinned as she brought Mariel to lay on her back on the bed. She got on top of her positioning her member at her entrance. "Promise me that you won't mention this to anyone else." Elliot paused his forward momentum, teasing her lips and clit with the bulbous head. "Your answer decides your vagina's fate." "Yes I won't mention it to anyone," Mariel anxiously spoke. "Tell me whether you gals have any rituals or cannibalism in this town." "Wh-what? Cannibalism? Really?" "You'd be surprised how much that comes up post cataclysm." Elliot felt her breast slapped, giving a painful excitement to her she hadn't considered from her new body, even after a lot of exploring. "You'd be surprised at how that ruins the mood." Mariel glared up at Elliot, but was soon moaning as Elliot teased her entrance with her dick. "No, nothing cultish or canabalism, no thievery or anything else that I can't... even... concentrate... right now. Please just give me your dick!" Mariel was squirming beneath Elliot, pouting and looking pleadingly up at her. "Last one, I swear. Promise me that you will serve me." "What! No I just-" Mariel sputtered. "Promise me or I can't justify entry. I have the one thing that any woman would kill for so really think about your response." Elliot said, grinning ear to ear that her plan was going well. She had been burned by towns for a while now, and had come up with a way for upsetting power dynamics, in a way that she could at least leave with someone else should it be necessary. Elliot looked over the cream Latina, with a beautiful bust splaying out to either side of her chest. Her inverted nipples hard at attention, poking out in defiance of their place of rest. Her hips displayed how large her ass was, it folded over leaving some peeking out under her pelvis. Mariel had her mouth shut, biting her lower lip. Her eyes were shut too, in concentration, trying to keep her from losing control. Her hips were giving very short thrusts down and up towards Elliot's dick. Hoping they could catch her dick into her by moving along the shaft towards the head. Her arms had spasms grasping at the covers for something, eventually finding their way groping her tits, desperately trying to allow for some release. "So are we ready, one quick little promise gets you euphoria." Elliot leaned in, taking her lips to Mariel's left ear. "I could be the cause of your sudden case of sleep deprivation. Serve me and we can sleep together. Every. Single. Night." Elliot whispered, cooing seductively while licking along her ear. She nibbled Mariel's ear lobes when she shifted back to an upright position. Where she pushed her breasts out on display by straightening her back, and waited for a response. "Oh, fuck me. I promise. Fuck. Me. I'll be your servant; I'll suck your dick at every command. Please make me pregnant. Give me your children! I- I can have your children!" she exclaimed with shock of realization as well as being penetrated. "Fuck you are so big. You are the biggest I've had." "Should I go slower?" All of a sudden aware of her size, it causes displeasure in many of the women he's been with. "Faster! Thrust all the way into me! Harder! Empty all your pent up semen!" Elliot pounded into her, swinging her large breasts violently to and fro. Their nipples and tits slap and glance each other as the thrust continue. Mariel wraps her legs around the dickgirl's wide hips. She began to grope the shemale's right breast while her left hand reaches around her neck drawing her into a kiss. Elliot explored the depths of her mouth vigorously, their saliva mixed with the taste of cum mixed together, the slight hint of vaginal mucus can be tasted in their lovemaking concoction. Moans and cries escape both of their mouths and they both cum together. They both pant and sweat, breaking their breaths up with furious kissing. "That was a dirty trick." "I'm sorry my pet, but I saw an opening and I took it." Elliot leaned back and said "If I hadn't would you have followed me if I chose not to stay." "It's hard to say, I feel a little biased with you still inside me," she said with a loving smile. "My God that's the brightest you've looked since I met you. Who knew that the way to a woman's heart was through her cervix." Mariel smacked her playfully with a pillow she had sewn. Her life just got a hell of a lot more interesting and exciting with Elliot in it. They snuggled as they lay in the bed. Both dozed off in the afternoon warmth, dreaming of each other's embrace. Spooning, with Elliot still buried in Mariel's canal, plugging up their combined juices. Elliot didn't notice it, but she humped Mariel in her sleep. Mariel woke up several times and blushed with pride that in Elliot's sleep she was humping and calling out her name already. Excited that she had inspired dreams within her filled her with a deep happiness and sense of belonging. Perhaps this was both of their hearts aching release as they both seemed at peace compared to when they were introduced. She realized just how much she had missed sleeping next to her man, and although it would be a while to get used to the breasts pressing into her back that came with it, she was willing to spend the rest of her nights like this afternoon. She slowly got accustomed by the rhythmic humping between her thighs, as Elliot's dick popped out during their sleep. She slept with it as a comfort, giving her some of the lewdest dreams that she had had in years.