Christa is a perfectly ordinary girl, with two exceptions. The first is that she's telepathic. The second is that she’s a good person. Contrary to what she was told to worry about growing up, it is the first that will doom her, in the end.

She was wandering lost in the wilderness for hours before she found the cave that she’s currently resting in. She inadvisably wandered off, encountered of all things a bear, and she fled. Through luck and her telepathy, she'd avoided it while she (perhaps unnecessarily) fled and found her way here. She’s fiddling through her pack to find something she can use to start a fire when she hears a cry for help from further back in the cave. Shocked and afraid, she turns to investigate rather than running yet again.

She really doesn’t expect to find any safer place out here than a cave, and if something’s smart enough to talk it's also usually smart enough not to be too unfriendly. Or to be something she can negotiate with, at least. She doesn’t really mind if it has a little fun at her not-really-expense as long as whatever it isn't too hostile about it.

“Hello?”

"I'm back here, behind the large stalagmite! I'm trapped behind a barrier!"

Christa follows the sound of Aire’s voice and sure enough, there’s a woman trapped behind a barrier of shimmering blue.

She’s beautiful. Also naked. And being molested by a pit worm. Christa stops for a moment, surprised by the sight, and then steps forward closer to the barrier.

The nice smell that first let Christa realize this cave was here is quite a bit stronger this close to the barrier.

“What are you doing back there?”

She isn’t naïve enough not to recognize that this could be a trap of some sort.

Aire has been planning this for a long time. She thinks she’s probably a pretty good liar, but why lie when you can just selectively tell the truth and not take the risk?

“I’m actually a set of Living Clothes! Just one of the lucky ones that can have their own body. I’ve been trapped back here for decades. “

The barrier does not actually block Christa's telepathy. Something strange in Aire's mind makes it harder to read, but not actually impossible, not when she's telling the truth and wants to let that fact be known.

Huh. This is probably the luckiest day of Christa's life. A set of Living Clothes powerful enough to manifest its own body would probably be able to help her get back to safety with no problems even if she does have to fight a bear about it.

She isn't letting herself hopefully imagine the possibility that Aire could decide to let Christa wear her. Better not to get her hopes up and risk being disappointed. And who knows, Aire could be one of the scary types of living clothing that can take complete control of their wearer.

Aire fidgets in a way designed to look like she’s shy while also subtly making her breasts sway.

She’s attracted to Christa and more than a little turned on. Both of these facts come through her mental signature loud and clear.

“Um. You see that knob on the stalagmite that sort of looks like a hat? That’s an illusion over the off button for this barrier. I’d. Really appreciate it if you’d let me out. But. First, being honest is probably a good idea? So. Now, um, don’t panic. But I’m a skinsuit. And I’d really like it if you put me on. But. But I’d let you have full control! I promise.”

The truth as well, if only by technicality.

Christa’s eyes follow Aire’s breasts. She’s barely even aware that she’s doing it.

And that smell. Is. Really nice. Christa finds herself breathing more deeply to enjoy it more. She unconsciously presses her thighs together slightly as she inhales.

Unfortunately for Christa, her telepathy isn’t strong enough to pick up on the fact that all of these truths are highly misleading. No, instead she has exactly the wrong amount of telepathy and just takes everything Aire says at face value.

“Okay, I’ll let you out. But. If I’m going to be wearing you we should probably get to know each other first?”

She presses the button on the side of the stalagmite. It does, indeed, look rather a lot like a tiny hat.

From the way she’s already staring Aire’s new toy has a pitifully ordinary will. That just won’t do. It’s no fun if she doesn't even have a chance to resist. She’s spent long, long years thinking about how to ensure it’s a genuine contest. In this case, a light application of her Arousal Seal to filter counteract some of her ambient magical effects increasing arousal should be enough. As long as she remains controlled enough over herself to refrain from using her stronger abilities, anyway.

She wants to take her time breaking this one. But for that to be safe, she should ensure she has a full mana pool. Fortunately, she has a solution to that that doesn't require her to skip to the end of the game too early.

It might be fun to push her to the brink of a broken mind and then pull back.

Like edging.

"That makes sense! I'm not picky, though, so it's really all on you. What would you like to know about me?"

“Mostly just what kind of person you are? If we end up partners we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

She remembers the bear she just recently fled from. Actually, maybe she should be prioritizing safety, rather than avoiding the awkwardness of telepathy before they know each other too well?

“Uh, actually never mind. I guess I forgot the imminent danger of bear attack or something. We should probably try to be well-prepared for that instead.”

The more obvious the negative consequences of losing herself to pleasure, the better it’ll be when her toy gives in. She wonders how obvious she can make things without Christa deciding not to put her on.

The barrier is gone by this point, and the pit worm is still molesting her in a way that Aire's instincts tell her is good for getting her new toy all hot and bothered.

“Oh, I should probably warn you about something. I’ve got a lot of mutations and alterations that make things feel better for me and help me handle all that extra pleasure, but if you’re wearing me and you’re in control you get the experiences I’m having without the mental protection. So. Be careful, okay?”

"Oh. Is there. Anything you can do to make that less bad, or easier, or something? Since you're a skinsuit you should have your own things you can do, right? Oh! my name is Christa, by the way."

Her father was wealthy enough that Christa could afford to get a few very naughty books just on her allowance. She hopes her porn isn't leading her wrong here. 

Oh good, she'd been worried her new toy wouldn't know about that and she'd need to bring it up herself. Better if more things seem like her idea, Christa's less likely to get suspicious that way.

“I’m Aire. And I can cast Protect magic that should work against some of it, actually, but I’m all out of mana. You don’t actually need to be wearing me to get some back from us having fun together, though, and I can absorb it through skin contact. So that's one way for us to manage something to make things a little easier on you. Would you like us to do that?"

Technically true again. Her Protect magic won't work against the vast majority of the stuff she can bring to bear while Christa is wearing her, but Christa doesn't have to know that. Mentioning her Arousal Seal would maybe get Christa thinking that Aire was the dangerous kind of skinsuit rather than the friendly kind. She'd be right, of course, but she doesn't want Christa to realize that until closer to the end of her game.

Christa blushes. Her gaze flicks down from Aire’s breasts where its been oh-so-pleasantly resting to a spot just above her pussy, where they stay for a moment before being distracted again by Aire’s breasts.

That lovely scent in the air has been steadily increasing in strength as the Pit Worm fucks Aire. It's getting very hard for Christa to focus too much on things that aren't a little sex related.

Good thing she doesn't have to.

“Um. Okay. If you want to.”

Oh, her new pet wishes Aire had a cock, does she? Well, fortunately she can oblige. A flex of internal muscles is followed by her cock emerging from its sheathe to sit at very nearly exactly the spot Christa was just staring at.

"Well then, why don't you start by taking off those clothes of yours."

Christa’s first thought is that it looks tasty.

A blush creeps over her features as she stares at Aire’s cock, but she puts on a brave face. She’s not going to act too much like an inexperienced schoolgirl with Aire. That can wait until she’s wearing her and she’s embarrassing herself with all of the memories that maker her look silliest.

She feels a little bit like she’s floating through a pleasant dream as she disrobes.

Good, good, from the dazed look in her eyes Christa's feeling the effects of Aire's passively entrancing abilities pretty strongly. There’re the pheromones, of course, incredibly effective on nearly everything and altered to make doing what she says sound just as hot as fucking her. And her curse of lust, inflicting a part of her own arousal on Christa. It’s the barest part of what she can do to someone who’s wearing her, but that will have to wait until later, lest she break her new toy too quickly.

A quick mental commend and her Pit Worm slithers off out of the way. She wants Christa all to herself.

“This stone floor’s just fine for me, but it’d probably be pretty unpleasant for you. How about you come sit in my lap?”

Christa is slight enough that even without Aire’s mutations she wouldn’t have any difficulty supporting her. She wanders forward in a daze, the seats herself in Aire’s lap, wrapping her arms and legs around her and clinging on like a limpet.

Aire’s cock is trapped between their bellies. Christa can feel her breath ghost across her neck and upper chest. And her lips are right there.

She leans in.

Aire is a very good kisser. The aphrodisiac saliva just seals the deal on turning Christa into a blushing, moaning mess.

After a while of that, she whispers into Christa's ear, "Wouldn't it be better if I was inside you?"

Christa shivers at the feeling of air ghosting past her ear. Her mind is still mostly online at this point, so she’s together enough to moan out an affirmative and rise up to sheathe Aire’s cock inside herself.

Christa isn’t a virgin. She’s enjoyed her time with a few boys and the occasional girl as she travelled along with her caravan. This far better than anything else she’s ever experienced, the aphrodisiacs and pheromones and lust curse combining to drive her to unknown heights of lust and pleasure. It’s a shockingly short time before she’s cumming on Aire’s cock.

All of Aire’s various enhancement work together to ensure that Christa isn’t satisfied. That she wants more.

She goes right back to bouncing.

Watching Christa fuck herself silly on Aire's cock like this is intensely satisfying. She could sit here like this for hours and let her new toy drive herself mad with pleasure. But watching her mind come apart from the outside would be so much less fun. And Christa doesn't even realize the risks she's taking right now. This scratches at her itch satisfyingly, but it's less than perfect. And since she has the option of perfection, why not take it?

Aire holds herself back from cumming and lets Christa get herself off a few more times. Once her mana reserves are full, she tells Christa to stop and suggests she take a nap to recover. After all, she's tired after all that riding, isn't she?

Christa is tired. And unable to resist the pheromonal lure of doing whatever Aire says. She stops without complaint and is asleep in her bedroll quickly. There isn't much padding and it's resting on bare rock, but she's exhausted enough it doesn't matter.

Aire raises up a barrier between the section of the cave further in and the portion where Christa is sleeping, and then settles in to wait on the other side from her new toy. Fresh air from outside the cave should filter in and clear out her pheromones, the effects of the aphrodisiacs should fade over time, and as long as Aire is more than fifty or so feet from Christa her curse should have no effect. The cave is deep enough to allow that.

By the time she wakes up Christa should be fully recovered.

When she wakes, she feels somewhat groggy but otherwise normal. She blearily crawls her way out of her bedroll before remembering Aire exists when she notices the new barrier.

Already getting started on the protection magic? Why’s that?

It takes her a bit of blearily staring at the thing before she realizes she’s no longer smelling that really nice smell from earlier and figures out what it must be for. She can remember just how out of it she got at the end of things. It’s probably a good thing that barrier is up.

She takes a bit of time to wake back up before she calls back to Aire and says, “Okay, I’m up. And, um, it looks like you’ve got plenty of mana, given the barrier. So, if you want me to put you on now I can.”

Aire steps back around from behind the stalagmite where she was entertaining herself with her Pit Worm.

“I’m pretty much full up! Now, putting me on should feel pretty good, so be careful not to get too swept up in that, okay?”

When Christa nods an affirmative, Aire walks forward to Christa and flows around her. As she does, she splits of a copy of herself, using up a sizeable portion of her mana supply. She’ll be refilled soon.

By the time she’s finished, there’s no hint that there was ever anyone there but two identical clones of Aire.

She's careful to use her Arousal Seal to keep Christa from being made insensate by lust, and slips in a pleasurable-feeling mind magic spell to let her see what Christa's thinking.

Putting Aire on does feel good. She’s swept up in and surrounding by warm, comfortable flesh that squishes pleasingly against her. And then that fades, and she’s left standing in the same place as she was before, Aire still standing in front of her.

Did it not work?

No, she realizes as she looks down on herself and sees Aire’s body, it absolutely did.

Huh, she guesses Aire can do that clone thing.

This body is more comfortable to occupy than the one she has inside, the cool air and bare stone floor of the cave not bothering her despite her nakedness. The faint currents of air brushing over her skin make her shiver in pleasure.

The penis is new, and she’s not sure how she feels about it. Well, she supposes she can always just keep it retracted.

Oh, her new pet is telepathic, that's far too useful to let slip.

And that thought about her cock is far too hasty. She doesn’t even know how good it feels.

Well, Aire can fix that.

Maybe she’s being a bit hasty about her cock. She should try letting it out and seeing if it bothers her first.

That makes sense.

The process of letting her cock free of its sheathe is pleasurable enough that she shudders.

Well. She’s glad Aire warned her about this.

She wonders what touching it would feel like.

As long as she’s just checking and not masturbating it wouldn’t be dangerous.

She feels oddly unconcerned about reaching down to inquisitively wrap her hand around her cock right in front of Aire. The feeling of her hand around her cock is good enough that she involuntarily squeezes.

Surely stroking it a little wouldn’t be dangerous? Just to check what it feels like.

“Are you sure you should be doing that? You really do need to be careful.”

“It’s fine. I’m not masturbating. Just checking what it feels like.”

Her hand slowly moves up and down her cock, eyelashes fluttering at the pleasure.

It feels so good. And with each stroke it just keeps getting better.

She needs to know how good it can get so she can resist it later.

Yeah. She’s just being responsible.

“I just need to know how good it feels. So I can resist.”

“Well, as long as you’re being careful. Having an orgasm would be really dangerous. Whatever you do, you absolutely mustn’t cum.”

When Aire says cum, images of doing exactly that flash into Christa’s mind one after the other. She’s instantly tempted to start stroking her cock as fast as she can, suddenly feeling covetous of the pleasure she knows orgasm would give her.

But no. She’s got a stronger will than that.

Her hand keeps moving slowly up and down her cock as she fantasizes about the pleasure of orgasm.

She’s stronger than that.

She won’t cum.

That’s why stroking her cock like this is fine.

Completely fine.

It doesn’t matter if the pleasure’s building and building.

She won’t cum.

It’s fine.

She doesn’t need to worry as the pleasure builds and builds on itself.

There’s nothing to be concerned about.

One more stroke won’t make her cum.

One more stroke, I won’t cum.

One more stroke, I won’t cum.

One more stroke, I won't-

Cum!

The orgasm hammers into her mind with enough force to wipe part of it clean. With each pulse of ecstasy, everything she cares about but the pleasure fades, just a little. And her lust grows.

Spurt.

Christa doesn’t care.

Spurt.

Sure, she’s spurting out little bits of who she is as a person.

Spurt.

More importantly, she’s spurting out cum.

Spurt.

Her orgasm goes on for over a minute. And so, the pleasure has a while to seductively whisper into her mind that it’s what matters. Not any that silly other stuff. After all, doesn’t this feel so nice?

Spurt.

With each intoxicating pulse the idea is more and more persuasive.

As Christa’s orgasm comes to a close, Aire positions herself on her knees in front of her, looking up at her, her facial expression completely incongruous with her supposed concern. Not that Christa’s together enough to notice something like that right now.

“You need to stop! Cumming is dangerous! You absolutely mustn’t do it again.”

Surely the fact that she’s in the perfect position to prompt Christa to start fantasizing about cumming on her face this time instead of all over the floor is a complete coincidence.

Christa is addled enough by the pleasure of her orgasm to not to even bother asking herself the question. She just points her cock at Aire’s lips and starts fantasizing, stroking all the while.

She knows that messed her up a little. But she’s still thinking, right? So it’s no big deal.

She needs more.

“I’m fine,” she gasps out. “Completely fine! Which means I can cum again, right? Since once was fine twice will be fine too.”

“Are you sure nothing's wrong? You don’t look like nothing's wrong.”

Christa isn’t bothering with slowly stroking herself off, this time. Instead, she’s wrapped both of her hands around her cock and is stroking herself off as fast as she can.

“No. I’m fine!”

Moan.

Aire waits patiently as Christa’s hands race up and down her cock.

She’s getting close.

“I’m fine. I’ll show you.”

“You’ll show me by cumming all over my face?”

“Yeeahh,” Christa moans out as her orgasm sweeps over her.

She feels a soul-deep sense of triumph as she spurts thick ropes of cum all over Aire’s face.

Pieces of herself fade away with every spurt, but that doesn’t matter. She’s not losing anything that would stop her from stroking herself off.

Cumming means she’s right. She’s proving it. Aire will have to believe her now.

Painting Aire’s face in cum proves she’s still in complete control of herself.

Once she's done shuddering in pleasure and has enough control over herself to speak, she says, “See? M’fine. So I can cum as much as I want.”

Aire carefully cleans the cum off her face and licks it all up. She was trapped in this cave for long enough to have gotten very familiar with her own strawberry milkshake flavor. Spending a week or two in an aphrodisiac-induced fugue state, fantasizing about when she’d get to do something like what she’s doing now was often the best way to pass the time.

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine, I suppose you must be right. As long as you don’t fuck me, I suppose we don’t have anything to worry about.”

Christa strokes her cock, staring into Aire’s eyes dazedly.

She’s been using her hand this whole time and it already feels this good.

What would a pussy feel like?

“Fuck you?”

Aire reclines back and spreads her legs. Then she reaches between her thighs to spread her labia and give Christa a glimpse of heaven.

“Yeah, fuck me. As long as you don’t do something stupid like cum inside me, you should be okay.”

Christa stumbles forward. Aire’s pussy looks perfect. She needs it.

She moves to line up her cock and thrust inside.

“Are you sure you want to put your cock in my pussy? It’s dangerous. It’ll make you cum lots.”

Christa moans. That’s what she wants.

She’ll be fine.

When she presses her cockhead against Aire’s entrance, her fluids produce a pleasant tingling warmth.

She wants to know what it feels like to have that soaking into her cock.

She thrusts.

Aire’s pussy doesn’t just look perfect, it feels it as well. It’s tight enough that there’s noticeable resistance pushing her way inside, and by the time Christa bottoms out inside her she’s nearly insensate with pleasure.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Aire whispers into Christa’s ear. “Cumming in me would feel even better.”

She wraps her legs around Christa’s hips and twines her arms together behind Christa’s head, squishing their chests together pleasantly. She’s in the perfect position to watch Christa’s face as she destroys herself.

She's not really bothering to hide what she is, at this point. That's part of the fun. Making it easier and easier on her toys, as they lose more and more of themselves to the pleasure, and still having them fail.

Christa doesn’t notice. Barely even could notice. Her whole mind is absorbed by the pleasure she’s feeling and her yearning desire for more. Aire feels so good that Christa’s lost conscious control of her body. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as her hips holds her there, as deep into Aire as she can be, pressing tightly against her, greedy to be even deeper. Aire’s fluids soaking into her cock feels good enough to get her off even if she didn’t move. But she wants to cum now. Her desire for orgasm grows frantic as it eludes her.

In her urgency, she pulls back to thrust back in. Her hips slam forward again of their own volition. She works her cock in and out of Aire’s pussy obsessively, chasing the orgasm she knows is waiting for her a few thrusts away.

It’s upon her blessedly quickly.

This orgasm makes the ones she felt earlier seem like those she had before she had her (perfect, wonderful, feelssogood) cock. It races through her mind, too much for it to contain, and bursts its banks.

That same sense of triumph from her last orgasm floods her mind. She giggles, overcome with joy along with the pleasure. Her heart swells with pride as if she’s just accomplished something difficult. She feels the warm glow of knowing that she’s doing the right thing.

All of that is secondary to the pleasure. The way it seductively whispers to her is louder, cumming in Aire’s pussy. Who cares what she’s losing, it doesn’t matter. This matters. Pulsing throbbing ooey-gooey pleasure.

“You’re risking cumming away everything you are, you know. Do you even care, or is it all worth it for one more spurt?”

After she comes down from pumping what feels like half a liter of cum and at least a third of who she is as a person into Aire’s cunt it’s finally too much for her to convince herself that she isn’t losing enough for it to be dangerous.

Does she care?

Aire’s pussy squeezes.

Christa’s cock throbs.

The memory of orgasm pulls temptingly at her thoughts.

No. She doesn’t.

She wants to cum again.

“Well, if you’re so interested in more pleasure, why don’t I just remove that pesky protection on you? Your next orgasm would be so strong it’d wipe most of your brain clean, but you don’t care about that, right? What does it matter if you forget your own name? Even after your mind’s mostly gone, you’ll still be able to cum. That’s all that matters, right?”

This could feel even better?

Christa’s pleasure-addled mind doesn’t care about the rest of it.

“Yesh. Make. Make it bett’r. Need it.”

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure…”

And she does.

Christa hadn’t actually realized that she could get even hornier.

Her lust rises and rises and rises until the sheer hotness of being inside Aire is enough to trigger an orgasm. It’s better than all of the others but somehow that’s still not enough.

As she orgasms she frantically thrusts her cock in and out of Aire, suddenly desperate for it to feel even better. She feels Aire’s pussy convulse rhythmically on her cock, but doesn’t have the presence of mind to realize that means Aire’s cumming. What she does notice is the way that her pleasure immediately doubles.

The orgasm grows and grows, filling her mind more and more. As it does, it pushes out everything else. More and more of her memories fade with every pulse. Along with them goes everything she cares about more complicated than simple hunger for pleasure.

And it doesn’t stop. As long as she keeps thrusting, her orgasm keeps going.

Gonna cum forever, she thinks dreamily.

As she cums and cums and cums she spurts out everything the pleasure persuades her is worth less than it is.

There’s nothing in her own mind worth thinking about or paying attention to besides how nice it feels to cum.

Making decisions is easy; which option will let her orgasm? No need for complicated thoughts.

What use are words? She doesn’t need those to reach down and stroke her cock, or to thrust into Aire’s pussy.

She cums it all out to make space for more pleasure.

Even after its clear that that the pleasure has done as much damage to Christa's mind as it can, Aire continues to enjoy it for a while. But not forever. This is nice, but eventually she decides she wants to do it all over again more than she wants to luxuriate in her victory.

It’s easy enough for her to reach into her pet’s mind and just turn it off while its not needed.

As far as Christa's concerned she will cum forever. Her mind's too broken and addicted to pleasure now to do anything else while it’s online.

Aire has no memories in a world in which things as malicious as her exist. She is aware of how dangerous a situation that puts her in. So, she keeps her main body with her pet in her cave and sends off her secondary body out into the world. If the worst should happen and it dies, it would merely be the work of a few orgasms with her pet to replace it. Her pet, however, she thinks is perhaps precious enough not to risk so easily.

And so, off she goes, keen to find another toy to play with.