>You unknowingly almost made it to the end of day one of mating season.
>If the wispy clouds above and snow-shielding shady sides of houses could talk, they’d have high hopes for you even as the rare temperatures today started to fall again.
>Something about mating season “starting super early enough to include Valentine’s Day” this year had been rumored on that online forum.
>But everything got age-gated by means of requiring ID on websites now, so your failure to learn about this resulted in your failure to prepare.
>Way to go, lazy parents!
>The sun was nearing the west of the sky on what you thought was just a peculiarly warm day in later winter to ride your bike up and down the neighborhood streets and sometimes behind the houses with friends.
>Taking Valentine's Day Candy that was supposed to be handed out at school and eating it while hanging out, pranking eachother and making fun of passerby and tossing tiny rocks at them from your bikes to scare them.
>You felt more and more like the final survivor of a horror flick after they all started having to stop playing and go inside one-by-one.
>But you’re allowed to stick around out here even a little bit after the street lights turn on.
>”Lucky you!” One more friend having to go inside says to you.
>You and the rest of your friends had been mocking people who get all mushy on Valentine's Day.
>You know you’re never going to let yourself get a girlfriend.
>That would ruin your friendship with the other boys on your block and at school; you’ll never become that lame.
>After waving your final friend away after he disappears behind his house’s loudly closing garage door, you ride around for a little longer.
>Feeling like this officially confirms you as the coolest dude on the block, you let the stick of the lollipop in your mouth resemble a cigarette like a super cool crime boss in those movies that play late at night you just found out about recently.
>Seems way cooler than the usual cartoons you’ve always watched.
>Though, through TTGO you’ve discovered and older version of Teen Titans a few weeks ago, and you can’t figure out why Raven and Starfire make you feel funny lately.
>Part of you wants to bully them but doesn’t have any frame of reference of what to do.
>Another part of you wishes they’d bully you instead, and you’re not sure why.
>Your reminiscing ends when the street lights officially turn on and you can now zoom past them and pretend they’re lasers missing you and your bike or something like that.
>Luckily, no one’s driveways or front doors face this part of the street that simply connects a higher and lower block of houses; trees obscure most of the view from in the houses of how many time you go down the slope again and again while still-present streetlights guide your way.


>That girl you and your friends were teasing and throwing tiny rocks in the direction of a couple of hours ago is at the end of the downward slope of a street you’re rushing down for the dozenth time after tiring yourself out from peddling around for so long.
>Feeling like a knight charging into battle on his white horse, you aim the front of your bike at her to scare her into moving out of the way.
>She just stares at you.
>You engage in the game of chicken and lose, realizing you’ll probably get in trouble should you injure her and it was all your fault.
>Skid out of the way, letting the lollipop fly out of your mouth that lets out a panicked yelp.
>You landed in the muddy grass, thankfully.
>No cuts or scabs.
>You were facing away from the teal-haired girl for too long to see if she had time to put your lollipop in her mouth without you knowing.
>But you aren’t thinking about that when you approach and see her holding the lollipop she caught in her hand at the end of her outstretched arm far away from her face.
“Hey! Give it back!” You demand, trying to make out her facial expression through the dimly lit area between far apart streetlights.
>She immediately lets you take it from her.
>”That’s what I thought!” You spin around and strut away, sticking the sweet flavor back into your mouth, prompting a giggle out of the girl behind you.
>Spin back around to tell her something your cringy mind came up with, but she has suddenly vanished.
>Roll the lollipop around in your mouth a little longer, re-acclimating the slippery taste onto your tongue after it had been getting cold in the open air that was too dark for you to see the thin strand stretching between the lollipop and the girl's mouth before she vanished.
>After looking around for a bit, you get onto your bike again and ride off, freaked out by the bizarre event.
>Having ride incredibly far away from your block, your objective is just to go home now, but your bike gears have other plans when they start coming apart.
>You halt directly under one of the streetlights, quizzically examining the gears of your bike to figure out what’s going wrong.
>”You’re not just going to leave me here, are you?” The girl finally speaks, her sudden reappearance making your heart jump sharply.
“WHAA-! Wh… what do you want?” You feel tingles all over your body as your blood rushes faster.
>”It’s getting dark.” The girl begins, fiddling with the bottom of her seemingly oversized white button-down dress shirt that flutters in the wind over her long black skirt. “Will you walk me home?”
>Her almost chocolatey skin glows under the street lamp’s light that makes her long sleek greenish-blue hair shine.
>Weird black arm-band looking thingies span from her elbows to halfway down her hands, having been the reason why you and your friends were previously teasing her, aside Chryssy’s braces.


“Wh… where do you live?”
>”I can show you.”
>You’re already suspicious about this whole scenario.
>You we’re making fun of this girl barely a couple of hours ago with your cool friends, and now she wants you to walk her home?
>Not only do you not roll like that, but there’s a little voice in your head screaming at you to flee, only drowning out another little voice for the time being.
>”My name’s Chryssy.” Meekly explains the girl. “Your friends were kinda mean to me, but I think you’re nice.”
>The part of you that would normally take “you’re the nice one” as a disrespectful insult seems to have gone fishing and hasn’t returned yet despite it getting darker out here by the minute.
“Y-yeah? Well…” You trail off, not feeling the heart to continue by saying ‘my name's Spike and I’m too cool to hang out with losers like you especially on mushy holidays like Valentine's Day!’ to her through the chilly air. “Uh… bye!”
>You mount your bike and begin to ride away, urgent to flee the scene before Chryssy can catch up to you.
>The steep incline of the sloped street you have to peddle back up only adds to the mounting urgent fear your instincts sparked.
>The bike’s gears remind you that something has happened to them, even more harshly now with the clatter of a loose screw hitting the asphalt in the increasing darkness shrouding it.
>You feel troubling reverberations through your hands on the handlebars, of the lower parts of your bike coming undone.
>The pedals can’t turn the back wheel anymore, the sharp clacking and skipping between failing gears you can hear and feel indicating how dire your bike's inability to function has gotten.
>Panicking from the lack of movement away from the girl you’re trying to escape, you simply try to pedal harder and hope that fixes it.
>A loud noise that makes your stomach sink comes from your bike as both of the pedals fall limp then drop off, clattering to the asphalt below before you even made it far enough to reach the next streetlight.
“No… NO!” You plant your feet onto the road and look over your shoulder to see Chryssy’s silhouette slowly, calmly approaching you though the darker patch of road with the lit up part cast behind her.
>The front wheel of your bike pops out of place rolls away before falling over, despite the gears and pedals having nothing to do with how it was connected.
>The back wheel pops out of place too anyway, followed by the mechanisms and all simply falling apart, forcing your dismantled bike down flat in loosely entangled pieces to the asphalt.
>You just stand in place now, too horrified to think, hoping this is a nightmare.
>”Please… you’re really nice.” Chryssy says to you.
>You tremble in terror with enraged embarrassment from being scared of a girl, despite this girl being different somehow.
“G-go away!” You sputter, shaky legs mysteriously reluctant to back away.


>”Please. I can help you fix your bike too.” Chryssy promises. “It’s too dangerous for me to walk home alone.”
>She’s right in front of you in the dark now.
>”Please?”
>With a gulp, you feel a soft spot for her creeping up your spine alongside the strange tingle she makes you feel.
>What an uncool look it would be to be with a girl on Valentine's Day!
>But you kind of don’t have a choice anymore.
>A traitorous part of you urges you to just roll with this.
>A part that whispers “this is good” as your other side with your pretend-cigarette lollipop sticking out of your lips prays that no one sees you with a girl on Valentine's Day.
>You’re surprised no cars have driven by yet.
>Something buried deep inside of your conscience partially disarms you when you feel her warm hands gently grab your cold hands.
>The little inaudible voice in your mind continues “yes, yes, this is good, yes, let this happen, it’s okay” as Chryssy interlocks her fingers with you.
>The fact that it’s too dark for anyone else to see what you two are doing eases your unease, so to speak.
>But Chryssy takes you out of the street and onto the sidewalk, and into one of the streetlights, making you start to fear that someone might see you holding hands with a girl on Valentine's Day.
>Your spinning mind has already forgotten about your bike, but your mouth cannot dare to spit out the lollipop.
>Too attached to the sweet flavor.
>”Thank you…” Chryssy gazes warmly into your eyes from an angle you figure would require her to be standing on her tippy-toes by now.
>On their way back up from confirming that Chryssy is not on her toes and has somehow gotten a little taller, your eyes are caught by the presence of two small soft bumps underneath Chryssy’s somehow more clingy dress shirt that weren’t there when you initially almost crashed into her.
>A shiver of funny confusion washes over you when you realize these perky little bumps are Chryssy’s nipples…
>You’ve never really thought about any girl's nipples until this moment, gaze suddenly drawn to Chryssy’s soft little teacup-sized cones poking outward through the fabric and drawing your attention.
>Why does Chryssy seem so much prettier to you now all of a sudden?
>”You’re so nice and sweet…” Chryssy hesitantly pulls your hands past each of her hips before she hugs you.
>Your heart skips a beat when Chryssy’s embrace pulls you up against her slender body with the soft perky mounds of her small breasts pressing onto you…
>You squirm a little bit more the longer she doesn’t let go of you… and then your squirm a little bit less the longer she still doesn’t let go of you…
“Chryssy…?” You half-consciously wrapped your arms back around her long before you just now realized it.
>”You’re so sweet. Wanna be my valentine~?” Chryssy buries her face onto your shoulder for a moment until she’s too tall to do so.


>Frantically look around to make sure no one is catching you in this moment of weakness, now with Chryssy’s soft boobies pushing against your collarbone.
>Your nervous breaths brush against her neck, and you sense a tightness growing in the front of your underwear.
“W-wait…” You start to react to the front of your underwear feeling tighter. “I need to…”
>”Don’t worry about that.” Chryssy prolongs the hug between the two of you, chiming in agreement with the silently awakened voice in your mind. “That’s a good thing.”
>You can sense the situation start to spiral out of control fast, but an adventurous part of you wants it to.
>Any semblance of your previous demeanor has melted away by the time your gaze notices Chryssy’s now noticeably larger budding chest pushing the front of her top outward a little right in front of your face.
>You look up to find that Chryssy still has her braces, and her green eyes faintly glow back down at you now.
>Her grin reveals vampire-like incisors behind those braces.
>”Can you give me your lollipop back, please? I really loved the way it tasted.” Chryssy finally reveals that she had your lollipop in her mouth before you reclaimed it.
>Instead of reeling in what should have been disgust, you’re surprised to shudder in confusing delight learning that information.
>Chryssy humbly grabs the stick of your lollipop and pulls it out of your lips, making you miss the cherry flavor that now tasted sweeter knowing Chryssy’s saliva was in your mouth.
>Start to speak, but your voice catches in your throat.
>”Mmmmmmm… your cooties taste amazing~.” Chryssy slips the sucker inter her mouth with a breathy sigh.
>She maintains the embrace with you, prompting you to rest your head on her perky natural pillows through her shirt…
>There is no way a normal hug lasts this long, but you’re in no mindset to do anything you were taught to do in this situation.
>Chryssy is absolutely a stranger, but she doesn’t feel like one.
>She feels… just right…
>About half a minute of Chryssy sucking on the lollipop go by before she pulls it back out and offers it back to you.
>A long thing string of saliva glistens in the overhead street light's glow between Chryssy’s lips and your now slightly smaller lollipop.
>A tiny receding part of you screams asking why in the world you’re accepting the lollipop back and putting it into your mouth.
>You are now acting beyond your own command, it seems.
>The sucker is now past your closing lips, resting upon your tongue.
>”Aren’t my cooties yummy~?” Chryssy softly giggles down at you while the intoxicating taste of her sweet cherry flavored venom coating the sucker disarms you completely.
>The tightness in the front of your underwear intensifies as your curious but powerful first erection desperately insists upon standing all the way up against the inside of that fabric for Chryssy~.


>”Valentine's Day doesn’t have to be about that mushy puppy love if you don’t want it to be. There’s a cooler and more powerful kind of love we can explore together… my favorite kind.” Chryssy quietly chimes down at you, her braces and lips slightly reddened from the sucker she is now sharing with you. “The kind of love that makes sharing cooties really fun!”
>You glance back down at her soft chest straining her clingy white dress shirt, just in time to watch the front buttons pop open one at a time, revealing Chryssy’s delicious cleavage~.
>Unable to look away, you continue moving the sucker around in your mouth in aroused desire…
>”You like my boobies, don’t you?” Chryssy finally loosens the embrace a little to guide your hands up her developing curves. “Go on… touch them~!”
>Chryssy insistently prompts you to gently squeeze her soft teenage breasts through her layers of clothing that become less adequate for containing them…
>Each of her pillowy mounds is now large enough to fill your curiously kneading hands, those buttons flying open to expose Chryssy’s teal bra cups pushing together her juicy cleavage~.
>The red cherry flavored lollipop might as well have started out in the shape of a heart by now, as you and Chryssy take turns making it disappear until nothing but the stick is left.
>Dizziness and overwhelming lust cloud your consciousness as your hands enthusiastically play with Chryssy’s large soft boobies that are now completely filling her large bra cups and able to enticingly sway to even her slightest motions.
>You feel the bountiful flesh giving way to your explorative gropes as that open shirt gapes wider enough to show off the lewd little pink bows where Chryssy’s bra straps and bra cups meet…
>”You’re my special little buddy right now, so here.” Chryssy pulls out a new identical lollipop from her pocket for the two of you to share.
>She wastes no time in unwrapping it and sticking it into her mouth, her fanged teeth now lacking the braces that were once there; Chryssy spends a minute like this before sticking the sucker into your mouth next.
>Welcoming the red cherry sweetness onto your tongue, you close your lips around the white stick while a long thin string of Chryssy’s salivænom still spans from the cherry flavored sweetness to her own lips, gently falling to rest across her deep soft exposed cleavage~.
>As she pulls you up against her bountiful chest, Chryssy presses your head right of against her big soft breast, delightfully squishing her supple flesh onto your face.
>Your powerful erection strains your pants and underwear the entire time, and it’s not long before Chryssy holds your hand and guides you down the sidewalk in the direction of her car.
>”Let’s get out of here before someone sees us.” Her words manage to reach your comprehension as her essence takes its wonderful toll on you.


>You remember the dinging of her car's open door welcoming you inside before the door lightly slams and changes the air pressure inside a little.
>You remember the engine starting up below your position in the back seat you lie down across.
>You don’t remember how long the drive was.
>But the evening sky still had a little bit of light in it when the drive started.
>Staring out the window at the murky pale dark blue overcast as rain began scattering the passing street lights’ glows across the glass keeping you dry and warm is the last thing you remember before passing out.
~
>”Mmmmm~…” Chryssy’s voice vibrates against your lips softly crashing and locking with hers as her taste shares the cherry sweetness with you more directly now~.
>You can feel that the top of your pants is now undone and bunched down your knees.
>Your rigid full erection proudly stands straight up to pitch a tent in your tight white underwear…
>You softly moan back into Chryssy’s mouth in response to feeling her hands snaking up inside your shirt, sensually gliding along your bare skin.
>This coupled with Chryssy’s deep kissing and Chryssy's big soft tits pressing down against you feels like heaven.
>Her taste, her touch, her scent… her hot breaths gently battering your face in between her low aroused moans… the cute little giddy whimpers that escape her as she can no longer contain herself with her horny subdued prey she trapped in the cramped backseat with her~.
>You have no idea what time it is and this horny shapeshifting succubus woman isn’t about to tell you.
>”Mmh~, you’re awake, baby~.” Chryssy coos into your mouth before finally giving you more space to breathe, another hot clear string stretching between your mouths… “Let’s keep sharing cooties, you’re doing great… let me be your new mommy now…”
>Chryssy giggles in response to your eager hands gently grabbing and squeezing her tits her teal bra still lewdly cradles as they try to spill out of those padded bra cups… “Oh sweetie… Wanna see my boobies~?”
>Chryssy promptly pinches the clasp between her teal bra cups and struggles with it for a second or two before it unlatches, sending those bra cups flying wide open with Chryssy’s big soft naked breasts springing free with a delicious bounce~.
>Your gaze locks on Chryssy’s big sexy bare nipples~, running your thumbs along her dark-ish areolae as her perky peaks stiffen up against your curious touch~. “Ngh, that feels so good, sweetheart…”
>The two of you continue sharing cooties with intertwining tongues in between mutual bodily exploration.
>”Such a cute bellybutton and nipples you have, pet…” Chryssy scrunches your shirt all the way up your bare torso and drinks in the sight of you with her hands wandering all over your skin for about a minute before she moves them to your elastic waistband… “Let's get these cute little undies down~…”


>The final vestiges of your worry bubble out of you in a barely there squirm and whimper that Chryssy silences with another kiss.
>”All the way down, sweetheart~.” Chryssy tugs and pulls your tight white underwear down your hips until your fully erect cock flings free with a light slap against your tummy that makes Chryssy lustfully giggle once more. “All the way off for me~.”
>Your pants and underwear are soon taken to your ankles, and then completely off just like Chryssy said.
>The eager succubus woman then lifts your bunched up shirt over your face. “Your perfectly identical offspring will need something convincing to wear so no one will know you’re gone for good…” Chryssy gets your mangled shirt bunched up at your wrists with her huge naked tits slightly swaying every time her efforts make more progress… “You’re such a cutie, hehehe~”
>Your dizzy hearing deciphers Chryssy excitedly muttering under her breath something about sharing “advanced cooties” when she lifts her now small black miniskirt and tugs the bridge of her panties out of the way of her luscious pussy~.
>Limbs have no knee, elbow or really even knuckle room in some positions as the cushiony back seat of the car and backs of the front seats constrain the two of you between your tiny space to feel eachother up in that’s no bigger than a typical shower turned on it’s side.
>The cold air outside only exists in your world right now through the very quiet potter patter of rain and sleet hitting the roof of Chryssy’s car you only just now begun to register through your haze of entranced lust…
>Any view of even the state of the windows is mostly blocked by the seats on either side and Chryssy’s fertile figure bouncing up and down on top of your smaller body she firmly straddles~. 
>The heat inside the small cramped space fogs the windows up quickly before you even had time to penetrate Chryssy, the condensation a makeshift chalkboard neither of you write anything legible on during this hands-on sex-ed lesson…
>Chryssy guides you into what to do next, positioning herself on top of you with your weeping tip nuzzling against her slick entrance, mixing your clear fluids with hers the second your glans gets overly excited and sensitive mashing up against Chryssy’s plump juicy vulva lips~.
>You let out a quiet sigh of confused arousal when Chryssy lowers herself onto you, enveloping your stiff boyhood inch by inch~… in a manner that makes you tremble as though Chryssy’s car was rolling down a rugged hill.
>The next thing you remember is Chryssy’s hot labored cherry-scented breaths batting against your face and her squeezable, suckable naked breasts pressing against you while her voluptuous curves move up and down faster every couple of minutes~.
>”Happy Valentine's Day, my love. You’re my little man now!” Pants Chryssy while holding you close against her beautiful naked body humping you…


>The irresistible dragging of her hot wet tight walls along your diamond shaft has you responsively thrusting your tightly straddled hips upward into Chryssy’s determined leglock, bringing an ear-to-ear grin below the deep heavy blush painted upon Chryssy’s face~.
>”That’s it, baby… let mommy take care of her little man…” Chryssy’s intensifying humping makes her rocking parked car start to quietly creak.
>The rain and sleet from high above gets louder against the roof of Chryssy’s car.
>Freezing cold on the outside, hot and humid on the inside.
>The hand print from Titanic wouldn’t last even a minute before the condensation took back over, especially not after the rocking gets faster~…
>Panting almost turns into hyperventilating.
>The creaking car almost turns into a mechanical bull.
>Chryssy almost turns into an air raid siren with how loudly she begins to groan with her nose almost brushing along her car’s gray ceiling that shields her lollipop-red glistening face from the shower of rain and sleet from the weeping skies above.
>Your hands knead Chryssy’s soft naked breasts and booty while caressing her voluptuous fertile curves along her smooth slippery brown skin in between each bountiful destination.
>Even if this car was a convertible with the top down, there’s no way any of the raindrops would directly hit you with Chryssy on top of you between the cramped seats and doors.
>Chryssy’s deep cherry-flavored french kisses swap saliva with you while the two of you feel eachother up with gleeful hands on wet bare skin against wet bare skin.
>Chryssy’s womanly assets deliciously bounce and jiggle to every single frantic plap of her wide breed-able hips down upon your helpless pelvis entrapped between her thighs that are entrapped between the tight space of the seats~.
>Your riled-up erect cock is delightfully enveloped between Chryssy’s hot smooth slippery vulva lips that slap thirsty kisses around the base of your throbbing shaft that silently sings with unspeakable pleasure up against Chryssy’s clenching pussy entrapping its twitching length~.
>Those kisses are thirsty for something hot and creamy... your *advanced* cooties~.
>She’s getting impatient.
>Chryssy’s not going to let you hold back any longer.
>It’s a surprise the car alarm didn’t go off with how much the final rocking and jerking the vehicle endured in the final moments of climax.
>”C’mon sweetie… do what you’ll learn to do best! Cum for mommy~!” Chryssy squeals the command to you, knowing you’ll understand in due time.
>…How much does that geyser in Yellowstone erupt per year again?
>You forgot the school lecture about that by now, but pretty much that happens when Chryssy’s spasming pussy contagiously forces your erect cock enveloped in her delicious walls to spasm right back as your body introduces you to a whole new world of pleasure.


>Your stupid somersaulting brain thinks of the silliest unhinged comparisons while experiencing things you couldn’t imagine feeling so good before this moment of thick spurts of hot ropes of your DNA blasting into Chryssy’s womb~.
>This whole new world of pleasure forces you to make noises you’d be humiliated to have made in front of your former friends; the genie cannot be put back into the bottle now.
>The moment of shock, satisfaction, afterglow, whatever the hell else soon dominates the atmosphere after the thick and heavy spurts DEEP inside of Chryssy finally subside…
>This aftermath of whatever on earth that was lingers for some time as you gently tremble in Chryssy’s embrace, your blurry, dizzy vision gradually fading to black once more.
~
>The tops of the vibrant clouds outside of the round window humbly reach further up into the sky towards you.
>The stewardess says something over the intercom you don’t understand.
>The deep burgundy curtain blocking the window seat you and Chryssy occupy sways back and forth ever so slowly.
>The tangy taste of Chryssy’s big sexy bare nipple graces your lips and tongue while you continue to suckle, lips gently pinching the areola and tongue possessively flicking around the stiff peak~.
>Provoking warm creamy breast milk out into your waiting mouth as you bury your serene expression into the bountiful softness of Chryssy’s warm pillowy mound, tip of your nose grazing her smooth caramel skin… Chryssy’s advanced cooties~
>You never got a chance to find out if your parents went looking for you before your shapeshifting clone resumed your past life on your behalf.
>He'll have to deal with showing your driver's license to connect his router to the internet, not you.
>You’re on a plane to the Southern Hemisphere.
Finito.