"The drugs haven't worked," said Marie, having coffee with her friend.

"So this is it, huh?" asked Tess.

"Pretty much, or else I am just stuck being like this," replied Marie.

"All the weird medicine and advances they come out with in 2026, it's kind of strange where it is all heading," said Tess.

"I don't think any surgery in the world is fixing being from Paris, Tess," replied Marie, as the two smirked.

At the age of twenty-five, Marie seemed to have it all going for her, but was going through a bout with depression and fatigue. It seemed quite unusual for a fit woman of her age to go through any of that. She was in excellent physical condition and had no other significant health issues. The doctors performed all the necessary scans, and no serious illnesses were found.

Marie had a distinctly French look, with her brunette hair, blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, and slender figure. Her breasts stuck out as being slightly larger than perky, but still fit the figure she had. Standing at five feet nine, she previously modeled. The modeling career not panning out is what did it.

Time flew by as Marie arrived at a facility to take part in a one-of-a-kind experiment. A lot of paperwork was signed, including an agreement to keep everything secret. Even a week before arriving, she was instructed to do the strangest of things. One of the unusual instructions was not to shower for a week, which almost deterred Marie.

She arrived on a Saturday morning at a large medical facility and proceeded to the rooms she was instructed to visit. The place looked like a mix between a luxury apartment, a university, and a high-end hospital. After checking in, she was introduced to a doctor. The doctor was an older man with thinning hair and glasses who sat her down in a chair.

"So Marie, I will be straightforward, this experiment is so out of the box that once you hear of it, you might want to get up and leave," said the Doctor, surrounded by two nurses.

"At this point, you can propose anything; this is the last chance for me to beat my symptoms," said Marie.

"You will take part in a unique therapy. First part is going to be tension, the second part conflict, and the third part release," said the doctor.

"Okay," said Marie.

"You are going to sit down in that room and debate a passionate topic with various men, and we will run a tension test. I am attaching these trackers to you to track your tension," said the doctor. The trackers were like stickers with built-in sensors inside.

Marie nodded, and the test started. She went to a room that was like a cozy cabin and met a couple of men for a debate. The first two men were quite bland for her cynical personality. Then, a man came in who immediately brought out a degree of tension in Marie.

The man had black hair, light brown skin, brown eyes, an exotic face, a chiseled jaw covered in black facial hair, and a muscular body. At first glance, the man appeared to be of Arabic descent. Given Marie's upbringing among the wealthy of Paris, such a look subconsciously created tension in her. She felt her mouth growling like an angry dog.

"This is Arav," said the nurse.

"Oh my goodness, it is true, you Frenchies don't shower at all," said the man, in a heavy American accent.

"Wow, looks like trouble and sounds like a stupid American," said Marie.

"I am from Miami," said the man.

"Okay, Tony Montana, snort some coke and let us normal people be," replied Marie.

"Should I give these normal people some soap first?" asked the man, inciting rage in Marie.

"Oh really, how much do they shower where you are really from, "Arav"? asked Marie, emphasizing the name to mock the man

"About as much as you, haha," replied Arav.

"You are not witty fuck face!" shouted Marie, giving an intense glare to the man as the nurse came in.

"Arav, leave," the nurse said.

"Oh, but Frenchie was finally showing some fight. You people don't have that," replied the man.

"I will show you fight right now. Try me, bitch!" shouted Marie, her blue eyes getting more intense.

"Arav, leave!" the nurse shouted.

An awkward silence ensued as the man left. Marie was collecting her breath, as she had never been so upset in her entire life. The man's appearance triggered a subconscious rage in her that resulted in some of the most intense feelings she had ever experienced. Her pale skin turned pink with rage, and her freckles were still visible. The nurse evaluated the patient and then told her the next step.

"So now we take you to the conflict phase," said the nurse.

"I am going to conflict with that piece of shit and leave him like Miami after a hurricane!" shouted Marie.

"Well, you will actually get to do just that," replied the nurse, as an enraged Marie looked on, confused.

"So for the conflict phase, you will put on these athletic shorts and this top," said the nurse. The outfit resembled that of a female MMA fighter. Not even thinking twice, Marie put it on, as the nurse herself was a bit taken aback by the smell.

"Follow me," said the nurse.

Marie followed the nurse into a giant room with soft padding on the floor, almost like that of a mattress. On the other end, she saw a blonde woman with a ponytail wearing a zebra stripe referee outfit. The other figure she saw brought out her rage; it was none other than Arav. Arav was shirtless and smiling.

"Okay, Marie, so this is the conflict phase. You will have the opportunity to air out all your frustrations with this man who has upset you. Do as you wish, and I will monitor each round," said the referee.

"When can we start so I can put this roided-up tool in his place? He is probably used to taking it lying down!" shouted Marie.

"Let's start now," said the referee.

Marie's emotions overwhelmed her. Rage filled every bit of her body as she attempted to run at the man and see if she could teach him a lesson. In a matter of a split second, the athletic back put her over his back and carried her around for a bit. She wasn't used to such strength and boldness.

In a gentle way, he put her down. Aroused by her odor, his cock was as hard as a rock. She attempted to wrestle with him for a few seconds, but he was far too strong and skilled. He was also bigger than her, which made the whole ordeal pointless.

Her strong odor aroused him, and he kissed and sniffed her face. Instead of enraging her, it brought on a shocking reaction of a laugh. She attempted to throw her legs up to do some last-ditch Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, but it was pointless. His hands worked their way around the nude part of her body as he kissed her face. She giggled and smiled at his advances.

"Whoa!" she said, laughing as he kissed her neck. She kissed him right back as her pussy raged with arousal.

The only battle that went on was the battle of kisses. Marie took deep breaths as her heart raced with the muscular man on her. The pair kissed each other's faces before locking lips. Her legs shot up in the air as her body vibrated, feeling close to an orgasm.

"You can tap if you like," said the referee as Marie immediately complied.

"Okay, you tw...." said the referee, before being cut off.

"Where do I find a private room with him and when can I take these tight fucking clothes off?" asked Marie, loudly, as the referee smiled and pointed to the nurse.

"We are leaving, feel free to have your fun here, and afterwards, there is a room right outside your first left," said the nurse.

The pair ignored everything else and started to strip down nude. Marie's clothes stuck to her sweaty and sticky body, but Arav managed to remove them easily. When she was nude, her body felt a release of endorphins. His arms coiled around her pale back as he hugged her body tightly.

"Oh fuck you are so fucking dark. My parents would kill me if they found out," she said as the man's nude tanned body hugged against her pale skin.

She knew it. If any of her posh Parisian friends were to find out that she was wrestling nude with an Arabic-looking man, her social status would be ruined. This is also what led to a lot of the tension. Now, as this muscular and larger man overpowered her, all she could do was moan as her heart raced. They engaged in a playful kissing war.

"Muah, come here, muah!" she said, hissing as she locked lips with the man.

He kissed her face, and his beard rubbing against her soft cheeks aroused her. He had her pinned down with ease, and she could not move. She loved how easily he overpowered her and how he kissed her. The control he had on her body gave her goosebumps of arousal.

"Gonna put a baby in me? Please put one in me," she whispered, stretching her arms as he kissed her some more.

His hard cock went in her as her kissed her shoulders and massaged her back. Her moans turned into loud groans. She could not wrestle him off of her even if she tried, but at the same time, this aroused her. It was the fact that no man had physically, mentally, and emotionally controlled her like this.

"Yes baby, yes, yes!" she said, as his cock went in her.

It was not just the penetration from the hard cock that aroused her, it was the total control. His powerful hands with rough skin massaged her body. His tanned skin started to grind against her pale and freckled skin, which brought out the taboo in her. His mouth kissed various parts of her face and body as she processed what was happening.

"I have not done that before!" she shouted, as her eyes opened wide.

She had an orgasm, and the ground became even wetter, as if it was not from being covered in their sweats. It was too much for her, and her breaths became deeper. Her abs were still shaking from the orgasm itself. His cock started to go into her body much more effortlessly.

"Put a baby in me. I want an exotic baby in me, an exotic and feisty one," she said, moving her face against his as they kissed.

"It may smell like a Frenchie," he replied as she laughed.

"Come get some of this Parisian special!" she said, her voice slurring as she put her armpits against his face.

"Smells like some French cheese!" he said, kissing her armpits as she smiled.

"Whoa!" he said, pulling out and cumming on the floor.

"What the fuck?" she asked.

"What?" he replied.

"I said put a fucking baby in me!" she said, as he was now off of her and she had some space.

"Baby Montana?" he joked, as she smiled.

"Asshole, I wanted you to knock me up," she said, shoving him violently but barely able to move him.

"Oh really? You want a round two?" he asked.

"No, no, I will stop!" she said, laughing.

"Good," he replied, smiling.

"Asshole!" she said, violently shoving him again as she got up and ran away.

She ran away laughing as he chased after her. The gym was large, so she had plenty of space to run around. To her surprise, on top of being bulky and muscular, he was also fast. She tried her best to dodge him, but eventually, she was against the wall. He dove at her and effortlessly got her down as she laughed.

She had never experienced such a joyful feeling in her life. Her body effortlessly rolled around as her blue eyes locked onto his brown ones. Every touch from him was a mixture of tickling, massage, and arousal. Eventually, they both let out a deep breath and smiled together. They continued to kiss as she now lay on top of him, in danger of another orgasm solely from her pussy rubbing against his muscular body.

The hour flew by, and they had not made it to the other room. They lost track of time and cared very little. She wanted this to be forever and not do anything else. They both smelled of pure body odor and musk, which made their arousal even stronger.

"Release!" shouted a voice, as the pair woke up a bit dazed.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Release!" said the voice again. It was the doctor.

"What the fuck do you mean?" asked Marie.

"Release!" shouted the doctor, as Arav got off of her.

"Wait, no baby, come back!" said Marie, seeing her nude lover walk away.

"Release, we are done here," said the doctor.

"Fuck you! We are not done, motherfucker! Don't listen to this stupid old fuck!" shouted Marie.

"Come with me, Marie," said the doctor.

"Arav, fuck this idiot," said Marie.

"No, we signed the paperwork, Frenchie, we have to listen to him," said Arav.

"Thank you," the doctor said.

"Fuck the paperwork!" shouted Marie, as rage filled her eyes.

"And fuck you too, you lying, deceptive fuck. I thought you were a rebel!" shouted Marie.

"Marie, we have to do the release part. We need you to review the results, and then you can be back to normal. Everything will be okay," said the doctor.

"How are you going to put me through this shit and then pull this?" asked Marie.

"Put some clothes on and meet me in the Release Room; all will be good," said the doctor.

Marie went to the Release Room after putting on whatever clothes she could. She put on her MMA gear and went to the room where the doctor had given her odd instructions. Even Marie was a bit lost on what was happening. Finally, she listened as the doctor clarified.

"So just wait here for a few minutes, play with yourself, and we will conclude," said the doctor.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" asked Marie, as the doctor gave her cigarettes and a lighter.

She found a bed nearby and lay on it nude. Seconds later, she started smoking a cigarette as she thought about all of the fun she had just had. The experience was so arousing that she used her soft hands to finger herself from it. She put the cigarette out and kept fingering herself as she thought about what happened that day. She was so into it that she did not even hear the footsteps.

"Let's help you," said a familiar voice as she briefly looked back.

"Yeah Frenchie, you need rougher hands," said Arav, putting his hands on her pussy and fingering her.

"Whoa!" she shouted in a high-pitched tone.

His rough hands were a contrast to her soft hands. As his rough, dark hands fingered her, she could not help but roll her eyes to the back of her head. She involuntarily sat up with her eyes wide open as she had an orgasm. Her squirt shot out all over the place.

"Oh man, let's go motherfucker!" she said, grabbing her lover and almost sitting on him as his cock with in her.

They fucked but it was the making out, massages, and kissing that made her cum multiple times. For a few seconds, they wrestled. She lost and giggled over being pinned by the larger man, who kissed her. For the first time in her life, she loved to lose. After an hour at it, they lay in bed together nude, as she was on him.

"I see you two are friends now," the doctor said, coming in.

"You take him from me again, and I will hurt you!" shouted Marie.

"No, no, Miss Marie, we are now reviewing your results and the Parisian Therapy," said the doctor.

She lay next to her lover and was aroused. All she could do was grind her skinny, pale body on his muscular, tanned one. The skin color contrast was what really did it for her. She kept kissing him as the doctor explained the therapy.

"So our goal was to find tension and then have you settle a conflict. It seems that conflict has been settled. How are your energy levels feeling?" asked the doctor, as Marie gave him a thumbs up.

"Great, now Arav will go service our other patients as we send you home," said the doctor, as Marie's happiness turned to anger.

"He's joking," whispered Arav, as Marie smiled.

The doctor left the room as the pair lay together. Marie got up for a few seconds to walk around, as she was as energetic as ever. Arav saw her beautiful ass and some of her hairy pussy. He realized he had not done one thing yet.

"Come here, pasty," said Arav, getting up and going for a takedown on the brunette.

His arms coiled around her buttocks as his face pressed against her pussy. He started to eat her out. All it took was a few licks to arouse her body. Within minutes, she came yet again.

The pair put on their clothes and went home together. Marie did not care about her judgmental friends, and as soon as they arrived, they showered together. She went to sleep with the man and then woke up the next day, giving him a blowjob. They were loving the taste of each other as well as the feel.

She was more energetic than before. Her energy levels were quite high compared to normal. The pair were now having some deep conversations as she asked him about himself. She wanted to know the mystery behind the exotic American.

"So, Miami, huh? What's with your name being Arav?" she asked.

"Parents were Indian immigrants," he replied.

"Oh, so that explains the dark skin," she said.

"Let's cut the talk," he said, getting up and grabbing her.

She smiled and laughed yet again. Every time his rough, dark hands grabbed her, she was aroused. She could not help how her body reacted to him. His touch transformed her into a new version of herself.

Months turned into a year, and the pair moved in together. Marie would become pregnant and move in with Arav in Miami. While she missed parts of Paris, she had seen the situation in the city and what it had become. She started a new life as the new her.