She looked over at the dark skinned soldier laying next to her. "Damn, you really are built." It wasn't a lie, Ricks was in prime shape, more than Lucy had dared hope for.
"I think I'm right saying you enjoyed your last night on this world," Lucy murmured, "I'll guess I'll find out for myself in a while."
She pulled back the sheets and stood for a moment, basking at the vision of Ricks' perfect physique. "Of you'll do fine," she said.
Lucy was lean, more like a swimmer. At only eighteen, she'd not been with anyone like the twenty-six year old soldier before.
She mounted Ricks across his waist, he didn't move. She knew he wouldn't, not after last night. Slowly she approached his face, she kissed him tenderly, biting at his lip, still there was no reaction.
His time was now, she locked her lips over his and inhaled. Ricks eyes opened--wide! His cheeks, captured by the vacuum sunk as Lucy continued inhaling deeply.
Lucy's determination only increased, as she sucked even harder on Ricks' mouth. He made a gargling noise, and Lucy felt his body shift below her. She released him, and took a few breaths of her own before resuming the deep suction on the soldier below her.
Ricks' body started to shake, his extremities start to crease and fold inwards. His throat became thick and he tried to swallow. Lucy's eyes widened and her persistence only increased. Ricks' head rocked as whatever was in his throat reached his mouth. Lucy pushed her mouth tighter and inhaled deeply. Ricks' eyes grew wide as he struggled to swallow, but Lucy had the upper hand now and leaned on Ricks' chest. It was enough to push through, and it passed over into Lucy's mouth, who gulped it down ravenously.
It didn't stop there, Lucy took more and more from Ricks. The more she gobbled down, the more her body changed. Tendons began to streak across her body, lashing to joins. As she continued drawing upon the hapless soldier, the more deflated he became. Muscles appeared, thick heavy muscle, masking Lucy's lithe body in something much stronger. Lucy writhed as layer upon layer surrounded her body. Ricks' had given up long ago and by this time was only a shadow of his former self.
With one last gulp, Lucy took all that remained from within Ricks' and got to her/his feet.
He looked in the mirror, an ugly, nightmarish visage. Lucy was masked completely, shrouded in the stolen tendons, muscle and sinew from Ricks. He flexed, studying the way the muscles operated. "Huh, that was easy," came the voice of Ricks.
From the bed the fleshless monster picked up all that remained of Ricks' and proceeded to unceremoniously force its body down the mouth and throat of what used to be Ricks.
The new Ricks looked at his restored body in the mirror. His ebony skin glistened, as a prickle raced over his skin as it reconnected with the muscle it had lost.
Ricks' stretched, confident the process had completed started to dress in his uniform. Lucy felt strong and confident inside Ricks, she knew nobody would hurt her again. He only had another six months before he was released, then he could anything he--no Lucy wanted.
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