CONTENT WARNING: SEX
Zoey strode into the clinic with her usual mix of confidence and irritation, the heavy steel door closing behind her with a soft hiss. The sterile, white hallways and faint smell of antiseptic were a far cry from the chaotic world outside, but she hated them just the same. She had dealt with enough doctors, researchers, and medical facilities in her lifetime to associate them all with pain. But she couldn’t ignore the issue any longer; something was wrong.
As she entered the exam room, the doctor was already seated, flipping through a tablet. He glanced up at her, his expression neutral.
"Zoey," he greeted, his voice clinical but not unfriendly. "What brings you in today?"
Zoey hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the examination table, her massive frame making the furniture creak. "I’ve got a problem," she started, trying to keep her voice steady, but there was an underlying tension that betrayed her anxiety. "Parts of me are turning black."
The doctor raised an eyebrow, his attention now fully on her. "What do you mean by 'turning black'? Can you be more specific?"
Zoey huffed, crossing her arms. She didn’t like talking about this. "My nipples, labias, vaginas, asshole... even the inside of my mouth. Everything that’s sensitive or exposed. It’s starting to darken, like... like it’s rotting or something."
The doctor frowned, leaning forward. "Let me take a look."
Zoey tensed but complied, exposing some of the affected areas for him to examine. The doctor took his time, his face carefully composed as he inspected the discoloration. After a few minutes, he sat back and tapped a few notes into his tablet.
"This isn’t rot," he said finally. "It’s not necrosis or anything dangerous."
Zoey’s ears perked up slightly, but she was still on edge. "Then what the hell is it?"
The doctor glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. "This is a side effect of the Elysium Green. The substance is complex and interacts with your body in ways that aren’t entirely understood, even by those who developed it. The darkening of your sensitive areas is a harmless pigmentation change."
Zoey’s eyes narrowed. "Harmless?"
"Yes, harmless," he repeated. "It doesn’t affect the function or health of the tissues. It’s purely cosmetic."
"Cosmetic," Zoey echoed, her voice bitter. She looked down at her hands, clenching them into fists. "So, what do I do about it?"
"There’s no treatment to reverse it," the doctor said. "You could try bleaching, but that would be purely for appearance. And given your... unique physiology, I wouldn’t recommend it. The changes are harmless, Zoey. My professional opinion is to live with it."
"Live with it?" Zoey repeated, a tremor in her voice. The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had spent so much of her life trying to cope with a body that wasn’t hers by choice, and now this? She could feel her body betraying her again, in ways she couldn’t control. She’d never had full control over her appearance, and it felt like one more thing slipping away from her.
The doctor didn’t respond immediately, giving her space to process the news. Zoey’s breathing grew heavier, and her hands started to shake. She bit her lip, fighting back the surge of emotions, but it was no use. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.
"I just want the changes to stop," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why can’t it just stop?"
The doctor sighed, his tone turning gentle. "Zoey, I know it’s hard. But there’s nothing more I can do. Your body has been through so much - these changes are just part of the long-term effects. It’s not something that can be easily fixed."
Zoey shook her head, tears streaming down her face now. "I don’t want to look like this," she choked out. "I’ve had to deal with so much, and now... now this?"
The doctor stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder, a rare gesture of empathy from him. "Have you considered therapy? It might help you deal with the body image issues, the dysmorphia - "
"Therapy?" Zoey snapped, jerking away from his touch. "Are you fucking serious? I don’t need someone poking around in my head!"
"I understand," the doctor said calmly, though his eyes showed a flicker of concern. "But there’s no medical solution for this. Sometimes, the best way to cope is to address the psychological side of things."
Zoey glared at him, anger flaring in her chest. "You think I’m just gonna sit in a room and talk about my feelings? That’s not gonna fix anything. You’re useless."
The doctor didn’t react to her outburst, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Zoey, I’m sorry that I can’t offer more. But this is something you’ll need to come to terms with. You have options, even if they’re not the ones you wanted."
Zoey stood up abruptly, her towering figure casting a long shadow over the room. Her body was tense, every muscle coiled with frustration. She fumbled in her pocket, pulling out a small bottle of anxiety pills, popping a few into her mouth with a shaky hand. The familiar numbing sensation began to take hold, dulling the sharp edges of her emotions.
As she turned to leave, she cast one last venomous look at the doctor. "Fuck you," she spat, her voice low and filled with contempt.
Without waiting for a response, she stormed out of the clinic, the door slamming shut behind her with a force that echoed down the sterile hallways. The doctor watched her go, a mix of sadness and resignation in his eyes. Her body had been altered beyond recognition, and her mind was being pushed to its limits as well.
As Zoey stepped out into the cold, harsh world outside, she tried to push the encounter out of her mind. It gnawed at her, fueling the fire of her dysmorphia and body image issues. No matter how strong she was, there were some battles she couldn’t fight.
Later that day
Zoey stood outside Etrius’s apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t used to places like this, and as much as she hated to admit it, the opulence made her feel out of place. But this wasn’t about the building. It wasn’t even about Etrius, really. It was about her.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed the doorbell. The chime echoed in the quiet hallway, and moments later, the door slid open to reveal Etrius, his tall frame filling the doorway. He smiled, the kind of smile that could make anyone feel at ease. Anyone but her, apparently.
“Zo, come in,” he said, stepping aside to let her in.
She nodded, her movements stiff and awkward, like she was holding herself together by sheer force of will. The apartment was just as luxurious as she’d imagined - sleek lines, minimalist decor, everything in its perfect place. Etrius's belongings lined the walls and shelves, weapons, body armor, and in one corner, an antiquated and rusting pair of prosthetic arms. It only made her feel more uneasy.
Etrius noticed her tension immediately. “You okay?”
Zoey forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Uh...No, I'm not, E.”
He gestured toward the couch, and she sat down, her posture rigid. Etrius sat beside her, close but not too close, giving her space to breathe. He could sense her anxiety, the way her leg bounced, the way her eyes darted around the room, avoiding his.
“What’s going on, Zo?” he asked gently. “You haven't been this anxious around me in a while, at least since we first met.”
Zoey bit her lip, feeling the familiar swell of panic rising in her chest. She didn’t know how to say it, how to explain the turmoil inside her. It felt like admitting weakness, like exposing a wound she wasn’t ready to show.
He wasn’t just anyone. He was the one person she trusted, the one person who knew her better than anyone else. If she couldn’t tell him, then who could she tell?
“I’m... turning black,” she finally said.
Etrius frowned, concern flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
Zoey took a deep breath, steeling herself for what came next. She stood up, her metallic hands trembling as she began to undress. First, her jacket, then her shirt, each piece of clothing falling to the floor. When she was fully exposed, she turned to face him, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.
“Look,” she said, her voice cracking. “Look at what’s happening to me.”
Etrius’s eyes moved over her body, taking in the darkened bits of skin, the places where her once-pink flesh had turned a deep, unnatural black. He didn’t speak at first, and the silence stretched on.
“I went to the doctor,” Zoey continued, her voice wavering. “He said it’s harmless, just a side effect of the Green. But... I hate it. I hate how it looks. It’s like... I’m turning into something else, something I don’t recognize. And I can’t make it stop.”
She looked away, ashamed of the tears welling up in her eyes and ashamed of exposing herself like this. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to show him how much this was tearing her apart. But the emotions were too strong, too overwhelming, and she couldn’t hold them back.
Etrius stood up and walked over to her, his expression softening. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring. “Zosh, look at me.”
Reluctantly, she met his gaze, expecting to see pity or disgust. But all she saw was the same warmth and affection that had always been there.
“No matter what color you are,” he said softly, “I still love how you look. You’re beautiful, Zoey. Always have been, always will be.”
She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “How can you say that? Look at me! I’m... disgusting.”
Etrius smiled, the kind of smile that she knew too well. “You’re not disgusting. You’re Zoey. And this... this isn’t ugly. It’s different, yes, but it’s also... exotic, alluring. There’s something about it, something that draws me in. And I think... I think it makes you even more beautiful. I actually really like the changes you've been going through, makes you more...you. More special. More unique. Nobody else can be you, other than yourself.”
His words filled her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted to believe him, wanted to see herself the way he saw her. But the doubt still lingered, clinging to her like a shadow.
Etrius stepped closer, his hands gently cupping her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”
Before she could respond, he kissed her, a slow, tender kiss that made her heart flutter. Zoey melted into his hug, the anxiety that had been gnawing at her mind fading a bit. When they finally pulled apart, Etrius looked at her with a hunger that made her stomach flip.
He didn’t need to say anything more. The way he looked at her, the way his hands moved over her body, said everything she needed to hear. He undressed, his clothes joining hers on the floor, and in that moment, all of her fears, her insecurities, melted away.
Zoey wrapped her arms around him, pressing her naked body against his, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt wanted. Etrius’s tender touch was like a balm to her soul, soothing the wounds she’d been too afraid to show anyone else.
As they moved to the bed, Zoey let herself get lost in the moment. All the worries, the doubts, the self-loathing - they didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Etrius, the way he made her feel, the way he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Zoey sat on the edge of Etrius's bed, her nerves frayed from anxiety. She was never shy about her body, even when she weighed a lot more, but this time was different. The dark skin that had once been pink now stood out.
When she looked up at him, though, all she saw was curiosity and a hint of something else - something that made her heart beat a little faster.
“What do you think?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she sat there, exposed and vulnerable.
Etrius’s gaze traveled over her body, taking in every detail with a deliberate slowness that made her skin prickle. When his eyes met hers again, there was a smirk on his lips, a spark of interest in his eyes that set her nerves alight in a different way.
“I think,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “that you look better than ever.”
Zoey let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Etrius’s confidence was infectious, his calm acceptance of her changes reassuring in a way she hadn’t expected. But it was more than just acceptance - there was genuine appreciation in his eyes, a hunger that made her feel less like a failed experiment and more like the object of desire she had always been to him.
“You’re just saying that,” she muttered.
Etrius stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her darkened nipples, and she shivered at the sensation, the texture of his rough, spiked tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. “No,” he said, his voice a rumble in his chest, “I’m not.”
The spike of pleasure that shot through her made Zoey gasp. Etrius’s tongue was unlike anything else, the roughness of it combined with his skilled movements creating a sensation that was both intense and utterly addicting. She felt her body responding to him, her worries melting away as he lowered his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue working against her with a combination of pressure and friction that made her weak at the knees.
“Mmm,” she moaned, the sound slipping out of her as Etrius’s mouth moved to her other breast, his tongue working its magic there too. His hands slid down her sides, exploring the curve of her waist and hips, and she couldn’t help but press herself closer to him, her body craving more of the sensation he was giving her.
He pulled back, his eyes focused as he guided her onto the bed, laying her down with a care that belied the heat in his gaze. Etrius’s fingers traced the lines of her body, moving lower, pausing at her thighs as he nudged them apart with a gentle insistence. Zoey’s breath hitched as he settled between her legs, his hands spreading her open, revealing her completely.
When he looked up at her, his eyes were intense, filled with a dark hunger that made her pulse quicken. “You smell different,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “Sweeter. Let me taste you.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, his tongue exploring her with a slow, deliberate intensity that made her cry out. The roughness of his spiked tongue was unlike anything she’d felt before, the sensation both sharp and deeply pleasurable. Zoey’s hands grabbed the sheets as he licked at her, his tongue flicking against her clits with a pressure that sent shivers through her entire body.
The taste of her was intoxicating to Etrius, a new flavor that was richer, sweeter than before. He couldn’t get enough, the darkened skin only adding to the allure. Every sound Zoey made, every moan, every gasp, drove him to explore her more thoroughly, his tongue working in slow circles, then quick, precise flicks that made her hips buck against his face.
Zoey couldn’t hold back the sounds that spilled from her lips, a mix of moans and gasps that filled the room. The pleasure was overwhelming, Etrius’s tongue working her over with a skill that had her teetering on the edge of bliss. The way he moved, the roughness of his tongue against her sensitive flesh, it all built to a crescendo that she couldn’t escape.
“Etrius,” she gasped, her voice breathless, pleading.
He didn’t let up, his mouth moving faster, his tongue flicking against her clits in a way that made her vision blur. The tension inside her coiled tighter, tighter, until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. With a strangled cry, Zoey came, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her, fluid squirting from both of her pussies onto Etrius's face.
Etrius didn’t stop, his mouth still working against her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she was spent, her body limp and sated. He pulled back, licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked up at her.
“Better?” he asked, his voice a low purr.
Zoey nodded, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, yes,” she muttered, her voice shaky with the aftershocks of pleasure.
But Etrius wasn’t done yet. He moved up her body, pressing his hard cock against her anus, making her gasp again as she felt how ready he was. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and full of desire. “Let me show you just how beautiful you are,” he said, his voice thick with need.
Zoey didn’t need to be told twice. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her, and Etrius wasted no time, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that made both of them groan. The feeling of him inside her ass, the stretch and the fullness, was everything she needed, and she met his movements with equal fervor, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was as old as time.
The sound of their bodies coming together, the wet slaps and the creak of the bed, filled the room. Etrius’s hips snapped against hers, each thrust deep and powerful, and Zoey couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from her lips. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer, deeper, and the rough friction of his fur against hers only heightened the pleasure, the sensation of his spiked tongue still fresh in her mind.
Etrius watched her face as he moved, his eyes locked on hers, the sight of her lost in pleasure driving him to push harder, to thrust deeper. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “So beautiful.”
Zoey moaned, her body tightening around him as the pleasure built again, faster this time, more intense. She could feel him everywhere, the heat of his body, the roughness of his tongue still lingering in her mind, the way he moved inside her, hitting all the right spots. It was overwhelming, and she knew she was close, so close to falling over the edge again.
“Etrius,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "cum inside me,"
He responded with a growl, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense, as he drove them both toward the brink. The bed squeaked beneath them, the sound a constant backdrop to their breath and the wet sounds of their bodies meeting. Zoey felt the tension coil inside her again, tighter, tighter, until it snapped, sending her over the edge into another powerful orgasm that ripped through her, leaving her shaking.
Etrius followed moments later, his hips jerking as he found his release, his body shuddering with the force of it. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat, their minds hazy with the afterglow.
For a long moment, they lay there, their breathing the only sound in the room. Zoey’s body was still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, the intense connection between them a comforting warmth that she hadn’t realized she needed.
Etrius finally pulled his knot out and rolled off her, lying beside her, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He reached out, his hand brushing against hers, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience. But Zoey didn’t need words. She knew what this was - an escape, a release, an expression, and nothing more.
She felt better about what was happening to her body, and even if she couldn't accept it, even if other people were weirded out by her blackened mouth, white teeth contrasting against the dark flesh, the fact that someone she cared about accepted her for who she was brought comfort to her that she never got from anywhere else, let alone herself.
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