A Big Surprise

Claire sidled up to Morgan and tried to talk clearly. She was drunker than anyone else at the rehearsal dinner, Morgan thought. That took a hell of an effort considering Michael, Nicole, Nadine, and the groom were all heavy drinkers with reasons to overindulge tonight. “S'oooo, how are y'doin', 'night.”

Morgan walked on but Claire followed him. He turned around and asked, “What do you want? Is your stipend insufficient?”

She giggled inebriatedly. “No, 'm horny.”

“And you are chasing me for sex? I was not interested in you when we were married.”

“You c'd shange yr mine...”

“In that condition, no.”

“Ahkay, you dun haf to lay me. Jus' lemme blow you. 'kay?”

There was something about Claire's half-serious, half-teasing, fully inebriated state that tickled a humourous spot in Morgan's mind. His lip curled upwards. “Okay, but just that.”

He took her to a small side room where it was dark and no one was around. He sat in a chair and crossed his arms across his chest. She unfastened his bracers and unbuttoned his pants. Well, she tried to do that. She wasn't succeeding very well. Morgan held back the urge to giggle at her fumbling. “Do you need help down there?”

“Na, I got eh,” she slurred.

Morgan does not have a shred of homo sapiens in his DNA. As a result, he looks humanoid, but there are significant variances from a normal human. Most, like his magic abilities and mind reading, are not visible. Some, like his vaguely canine face, are cosmetic and also more subtle than if he had two heads or backwards arms. However, one major physical difference is that his penis is long, thin and prehensile. It resembles a flesh-colored garter snake when unaroused and a hairless monkey's tail when it is. Unlike human penii, it has muscles in it. So, he can grab things with it and manipulate objects. It isn't very big, only around two feet long when engorged, but it's definitely not normal.

When Claire finally managed to open his pants, he let it snake out and wrap around her wrist. She at first wasn't aware of it tickling her cheek but when the reality of it finally pierced the fog of insobriety, she screamed. She tried to back away. He cinched it and held her wrist. It shouldn't have taken her long to break free. It wasn't very strong but fright and alcohol kept impeding her efforts. Morgan eventually released her and she ran off banging into things as she went. He allowed himself a light chuckle as he heard her leaving.

He touched it with his hand and let it curl around his palm, stroking it with his thumb. He withdrew it into his pants and fastened them up and went to rejoin the company.