Working on an update for Felicitations (the one with two Black Cats)

For both of them, cuddling was nice, but it had its limit. As soon as the torpor of orgasm had worn off, a rush of endorphins flooded in like they were filling a vacuum. Time to move on, move forward. Felicia reached for Felicity to start round 2, but Felicity was getting out of bed. Felicia watched as she went to a chair in the corner. Now that she was on the other side, she understood why people stared. Her boobs really were huge.

“Leaving so soon?” Felicia pouted.

“I’ve spent enough time here already. The mark isn’t the party til dawn type. We should hurry.”

“Mmmm. And once we’ve tossed her apartment, maybe we can have a little fun there? Especially if she has a jacuzzi?”

Felicity grinned at her. “I think you’re going to fit in around here just fine…”

She took a pile of some dark, folded material—clothing Felicia couldn’t distinguish—and threw it on the ground, then stepped on top of it. Felicia was surprised for a moment; her clothes might get the odd protein shake spill, but she certainly didn’t mistreat them if she could help it. Far too fashionable for that.

Then she saw the black silk cloister at Felicity’s bare feet, nuzzling against her heels, then sliding up her calves.

“Oooh!” Felicity shivered. “Tickles—tickles everywhere…”

A word sprung into Felicia’s mind as if propelled by a gun: symbiote. She watched, partly awestruck, partly horrified, partly thrilled as the symbiote—not quite blanket, not quite liquid—fell up Felicity’s long legs like wet shadow, like the darkness in fabric when it took on water. From the way Felicity swayed on her heels, stretching herself to tautness and back again into basking relaxation, it felt good—as supple and inviting as the blackness looked, moistening her skin. The same way pill bottles looked like they had candy in them. It was massaging her, warm lotion applying itself to her legs—over her hips—no, it saved those for later, leaving her pussy teasingly, mockingly bare as it climbed her ribs, creeping inch by inch to her ample breasts.

Felicity ran her hands over her body, heedlessly slicking them through the black ivy growing over her. When her hands came back up, they trailed brackish residue over her ivory nudity, over her tits. Felicia watched, heating, as the insubstantial blackness seemed to vibrate on her areolas, dripping back toward its fuller mass, hanging from her nipples as the greater reserve came to join them. It shot up over the curve of her cleavage in stringing feelers, not able to swallow the huge mounds in one go, instead biting into them. Felicity moaned—not just biting her lip or whimpering now—as the symbiote pulled itself along those feelers, its weight yanking her breasts down, making them jiggle as pseudopods of the ooze touched to her teats like feeling hands, groping fingers, alien tentacles. Felicity moaned again. She was being groped, massaged, sucked, her nipples standing out at attention, and Felicia knew exactly how sensitive they were. Felicity let out a harsh exhale as the symbiote finally surmounted her breasts, its spread—moist and warm—gently cresting the upper slopes of her cleavage. Like body paint, like latex, her breasts seemed totally naked, just coated in a thin layer of symbiote, the hard nipples obvious beneath it.

Now the symbiote moved faster—done with foreplay. It raced up Felicity’s shoulder, up her neck, stopping its lunges at her throat like it was a hand throttling her. Unconsciously, Felicia raised her hands to her mouth. She almost wanted to run, but she couldn’t budge. The oppressive heat between her thighs rooted her to the spot.

“Mmmmm…” Felicity said, relaxing into the… caress? Ownership? Worship? She ran a hand over her perfect face, as if savoring the warmth of her bare flesh one last time, then moved it down over her sweetly smooth breasts. “Lover…”