A Calming Sensation

Thomas had been the only one in the house for a couple hours now. It was a Saturday night, two of his roommates were out partying, Steven was nowhere to be seen as per usual, and his little sister Melinda wasn’t back from the gym yet. It was such times that Thomas liked to take advantage of the empty house, becoming Maryanne for a couple hours and practicing piano. With two heads working in tandem, learning had become a breeze for her. It was one of the reasons he’d been able to turn his life around so fast. Being able to retreat into his room, grow a second head and two more arms made him—or her once the change was complete—incredibly productive. His study time for anything was literally halved, and this applied to his music practice as well.

Her piano skills were still incredibly basic, only able to play little more than chords in a rhythm as an accompanying tune, but it was her singing that was really starting to shine. All four hands light on the keyboard, her two heads could sing different parts of the same song, harmonizing with herself and producing a beautiful sound. It had become her favorite pastime in the last couple months and her skill was making real progress. Disney movies yielded great songs for her, many of them had simple piano covers and often two singers who usually sang in harmony at some point.

She must have been really into it because she didn’t even hear Melinda come in, only realizing she was home when she walked down the stairs into the basement. The two of them had the basement to themselves, sharing one of the bedrooms and using the other to hold the keyboard Maryanne was playing on, among other things. The door opened behind her and Melinda walked in, already transformed into Cade. Maryanne paid her no heed, hoping to finish the song before she was interrupted.

Cade let her continue, waiting until the very end of the song when the second voice line came in again, and started singing himself. Maryanne kept one of hers singing while she looked back over her shoulder at him with the other, his deep bass voice overpowering her own, and quite in tune for someone who didn’t practice. The moment the song ended, Cade laughed.

“You should have seen the look on your face, you were so surprised!”

Maryanne slouched over a bit, a little exasperated. “You practiced that, didn’t you!”

He smiled gently. “I may sing in the shower when you’re already off to campus.”

She turned away from him to start playing a little bit more, but then squeaked as something tugged at her. Cade had been keeping a hairbrush in his sweatpants, the only piece of clothing he wore around the house, and ran it through the fur on her back when she wasn’t looking.

“I’m trying to work here!” she squealed, arching her back in pleasure as he ran it through her fur. “The girls get so pissy when I try to practice when they’re home!”

“Well, they like it even less when we make noise, sooo…” He slipped the brush back in his pocket and plucked her off the bench, easily lifting her up by her armpits.

Maryanne was easily able to get both her right arms around the back of his neck when he let her, and swing herself into a princess carry position.

“You’re a wriggly little thing!” he teased, carrying her over to the giant rug they had in the middle of the living room.

She extended the claws on all six of her limbs out at him, baring her teeth playfully while still in his arms. “Ever tried to hold a feral kitten?”

He set her down lightly and pulled out the brush. “I’m gonna tame one right now.”

Maryanne was all for that, rolling onto her belly and propping her heads up on her arms. She loved being brushed, the light tugging in her fur was one of the more relaxing sensations she ever felt, and left her feeling groomed and clean. Cade had taken a hairbrush to her as a joke a couple months back, then been wholly surprised and amused when she’d begged him to keep going. Brushing oneself wasn’t the same as having another do it for you. Besides, Maryanne could give him a four-handed massage, so it all evened out.

He ran the brush through the fur on her back first, working her shoulders, sides, her actually long silver hair, and then spent a bit more time than was necessary on her bum, making sure it was particularly well groomed.

“Oh, get onto my legs before you get any funny ideas,” she teased, swatting his face with her tail gently.

She could hear the grin in his voice. “Not my fault there’s so much surface area to cover.”

Her inner thighs and the back of her legs were her favorite spots to get brushed, and she found herself purring with pleasure as he did so, the deep rumble filling the basement. Ever since Maryanne had discovered she could purr, she’d started doing it intentionally because Cade found it cute, but after a couple months it had become an unconscious reaction. She was nearly asleep when he finished off her calves and gently rolled her over onto her back.

“I love you,” she murmured as he brushed her breasts and belly, the white fur already well-groomed because it was easiest for her to get too.

“You compared yourself to a kitten, but I’ve never seen a grown cat get so knocked out over something like this,” Cade chuckled, holding up one of her limp arms and brushing it. “I’m pretty sure you’re a tiny little beast at heart.”

Maryanne just emulated a meow sound through her purring, doing an immaculate impression of a small cat, and stretching out, arms above heads.

“Alright,” she said, tugging the brush from his grasp and tossing it on the couch, “you better stop before I go completely unconscious.” She gently grabbed him with all four hands and pulled him to the ground with her, then rolling on top of him. “Your wings sore again?”

He nodded quietly, lying flat on his belly in a similar position she had been in at the start. “A little knotted up, the usual muscles.”

She pressed her hands into the muscles on his back where his wings joined his body, all four of them working well practiced patterns to get the knots out. “You really need to fly more,” she sighed. “Every time you do you’re all locked up for a week.”

“I want to,” Cade whined, “but I need to get so far from the city… I’m not a tiny bird after all. People would notice.”

Two of her hands grabbed the top of his wing and pulled it back, and her lower two worked underneath the spot she was exposing. “Perhaps a camping trip this summer? Perhaps a tent, a little bit of hunting…?”

He chuckled. “You love killing rabbits, don’t you?”

Her mouth started watering at the thought of it. “They’re delicious,” she purred. “And chasing little creatures down, it really gets the blood flowing, you know?”

“This is why transformation magic is illegal,” he chuckled. “It makes ya crazy.”

She dug her claws into him as hard as she could, running them down his sides, making him shiver. What would have sliced open skin was a pleasant feeling on his scales. “I just want to sink these beauties into some poor tiny animal and tear it apart, is there something wrong with that?”

“Well crazy is great in bed,” he grunted as she worked a few knots in his back, “I just prefer my meat cooked first. Maybe it’s a dragon thing.” He laid there for a few minutes while she continued to work his muscles, then eventually rolled onto his back, taking two of her hands and placing the on his pecs.

“I’m not sure if you want a massage or something else,” Maryanne grinned, her heads speaking in unison.

His response was a yawn. “Just a little relaxation for now.” Then he stuck his tongue out at her and waggled it, nearly a foot long. “We can have fun later tonight.”

She pressed her hands down into the thick slabs of muscle on his chest, kneading them gently and working the knots while her other hands worked the front of his shoulders. “Your brother not coming home tonight I guess?”

Cade shook his head. “Once he found out that Jess and Linzie were out and about, I guess he figured he’d keep away too, lets us have the place for the night.”

“Aww he’s sweet.”

Cade’s smile was a little feral. “I think he just wants us to get the noise out of our system.”

“Well,” Maryanne paused in her sentence for a moment, withdrawing her hands and grabbing the brush from the couch again. “We do have all night, so there’s no rush.”

He tugged her down so she was laying on top of him and took the brush from her, running it down her back as he held her in a gentle hug. “Well then let’s get you all soft and fluffy for one last romp before this winter coat of yours goes away.”

She arched her back slightly from the pleasurable sensation. “It does take quite a bit of maintenance,” she murmured with one head, then looked up at him with the other, before rubbing her face against his like a cat. She loved doing it, it was another quirk the form had brought.

“Would you like me to purr?” she asked, the rumbling already starting up once again, her heads resting on his shoulders. She knew Cade loved the feeling of her purring on his chest, he thought it was the sweetest thing.

“All night long…”