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Born from the Darkchylde Comes the Dragoness

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First, a little background.

The "horror" comic Darkchylde was legitimately one of my earliest inspirations for skin rip transformation erotica. I was too naive at the time to even consider what Randy wanted out of his monsters, and I'm still not sure, but I reimagined them as far sexier, being shaped like the main character Ariel--female genitals, large breasts, round ass and so on.

I remember the dragon TF having the most near-nude breast shots and also having that single panel--beautifully rendered--of Ariel on all fours, topless, with her back arched and her head tossed forwards. You could see her hot jean shorts and the tan lines on her sexy raised ass, and in the sweep of her beautiful back, you could see the skin ripping open to reveal a sheet of crimson scales. It was absolutely gorgeous and struck me as downright pornographic.

Then "WRAPT" and she ripped open fully, and there was a twist of the dragon's spine in panel, and I began to wonder for some time how her dragon's tail had ripped out of her body. I spent some time "looking" at her amazing ass in jean shorts, moments before she burst open, and I began to fantasize about the TF of her rump during her violent rebirth, hatching from her skin. That was the first time I imagined a girl forcibly, eagerly, orgasmically birthing a massive tail out of her tight asshole, before destroying her human butthole to become a beast.

If I hadn't been inspired so, I might never have written a word of women bursting open to unleash horny beasties. I might have lived a lifetime without even realizing that transformation was hot.

I really do wish artists had been willing to do a lot more with Darkchylde's TFs. The idea was lovely and clearly stuck with me in a way that's far more intense and grotesque, and the inspiration is clear to anyone who remembers the comic.

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For those who haven't read Darkchylde, let me set the scene. Ariel is being assaulted by a forgettable nemesis, and she's choosing to transform instead of being triggered by rage, fear or injury. She's chosen what she believes to be her darkest and most powerful nightmare, Fang, and she's challenged the villain to face the monster she'll unleash. This scene is going to be reimagined, so for those who are familiar, here's what's changed. This will be an erotic TF, certainly bloodless, but it will still result in Ariel being subsumed and destroyed by the unleash of her beastie. Fang has been reimagined as a bit more anthro in shape and unambiguously female. Enjoy the erotica. :D

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My name is Ariel, and all the times before now, the change has been reactionary. It's been hell, having my bones twist and snap and change shape. It's hurt, feeling my skin stretch until it rips, right as my blood reaches a boiling point.

Before now, I would die and be reborn. One of my pantheon of inner beasts would enter this world--she would become real and I would become nothing but her memory. And only after the nightmare faded would she recall me. The beast would die and I would resurrect, remade whole from the clay of her nightmare flesh.

The fool who challenged me waits and watches now. Kauldron, he calls himself. A ridiculous name. He fears neither nightmare nor monster. He thinks if I transform into any beast, he wins. He carries a powerful talisman and claims all my beasts will serve him.

But Fang? Kneel?

The dragoness Fang is far too beautiful and powerful to kneel to anyone. She is my lust for power and beauty run rampant. She is my ultimate vanity, my sexuality magnified. Look upon me. I'm gorgeous, blonde, skinny. My tits are heavy and my hips and ass are broad. But I'm nothing compared to the thing I fear most--a creature like myself, but far more so, and far more evil. Fang is both a magnificent ideal to aspire to and a debased slut-beast to avoid becoming.

"I'm going to give you more than you can handle!" I shout. A touch of the beast echoes in my voice. I will the change. I reach down into the shadowy remnant of my soul where the dragon dwells. Fang. She named herself in my dreams. Her darkness is so great and so vast, I could easily lose myself in her, but at this point, I don't care. I want to be her. Faced with a foe that has bested me, beaten me, terrifies me--I want to be Fang. I want to be her memory, a scrap of skin at her feet and a past she'll preserve until she cares to release Ariel unto the world again.

This isn't the end of my journey, but I want to let someone else take the reigns for a while.

Okay, dragoness, you saved me once before in my dreams, and you swore that you'd do it again. Well, I'm gonna hold you to it.

Fang slips into the place behind my forehead and thanks me in a wordless way, flooding my body with chemistry. I can feel her thanks pooling deep in my groin, in my nipples, up my asshole, down my throat, then tingling on my fingers and toes. I can feel her in my aching clit. She wants out her way, not the way of the feral monstresses that have come before her.

I grab at the ruined shreds of my shirt top. My bra was lost half an hour ago. All that remains over my thick nipples and huge tits is this remnant of human decency. Fang has no decency. She's the one that says thick nipples, huge tits. She wants them to be seen, so I pull, obliging her, summoning her further into this world. In a slow, soft rip of shredded cloth, I bare my naked body from the waist on up, and I feel my nipples stir and stiffen in the cold night air.

Mockery comes from my foe, but I can barely hear him. The transformation approaches.

My shoes and socks are long gone, chewed up by the terrain and discarded somewhere in this wilderness. My jeans are turning to threads. I can feel a bare buttock and the edge of a misplaced cotton thong peeking out from underneath, sliding down from my waistline.

The button has been torn off. I slide my shaking hands into the waist of my jeans and push them down, hooking my thong as I go. I shimmy them off little by little from my broad hips. They come loose from my fat butt, and I push the tattered remains of my clothes down to my knees, where I kneel. Then I stand and kick them off. My hairy pussy is dripping already. My asshole is winking and tight between my thick, taut asscheeks. I'm fully naked, yet I am still myself for a brief second.

I've willed it, but now I have to force the birth of Fang.

She is growing within me--a nebulous, insubstantial, erotic nightmare. She will take my flesh and rend my skin apart to enter this world, and I can already tell, it will feel glorious! She won't emerge from just anywhere but from everywhere, piece by incredible piece.

I turn my back to the villain. He won't understand, but he won't interfere. He will witness Fang's beginning. I spread my legs far apart, then squat deeply, pushing my ass towards the earth. Using my hands on the ground, I support myself, bending lower and lower, until I realize that instinct has driven me to my hands and knees. I raise my rear high. My thick buttocks are spread apart in this position. 'Is this what you wanted to see?' I ask my foe, baring my asshole at him.

His derisive laughter is undercut by a current of confusion.

"Just wait...'' I say. I'm readying my girly ass for what is coming. Fang will begin her birth from here, the part of me I can most easily push her out of. I can feel her within me, shaping. Slowly, flesh morphs in cracks of bone and sinew. A tail takes form, slides, grows scales, moves on its own. It becomes hers, buried abstractly, a spirit within me.

The dragon's tail rests inside of me in a way that's not quite describable, a mixture of magic and flesh that doesn't quite match any anatomy. It doesn't need to. Before she is real, Fang is as fluid as any dream. I strain, arching my back, feeling Fang's burgeoning reality inside me. I need to birth her, you understand. I have to start the process somehow.

I feel her bulk beginning to fill my rear, vaguely. I'm straining so hard to push her out, I'm grunting and groaning. She's so big, so impossibly huge. My butthole begins to ache with the sheer pressure of her moving within me. Then I feel her, and she feels me, tickling the inside of my sphincter. Finally, it's time for this butt-slut dragoness to come out!

I strain again, groaning audibly, the incredible anal pressure rising in my horny rear, and my asshole literally tents. Pleasure rockets through my groin and ass, vagal, primal, anal, but igniting arousal throughout my entire body. My skin blushes crimson and beads with sweat. My asshole remains tight, attempting with all its might to maintain my humanity.

I know the villain is watching, so I shout, "It gets worse!" and I throw my whole body into a clench of anal release. Fang's tail is forced--my tented asshole begins to stretch out further, stretched open inevitably as a crimson tip crowns its birth from my butthole.

I scream. "Fang, you anal queen! This is your butt birth, you monster slluuuuuuuu--raaaagh!" My cry of slut merges into a screech of buttgasm. I force her thick, massive, hot tail out of my ass in a slow, slimy thrust, stretching open my dilating sphincter, spreading apart my horny buttocks. I'm pushing the dragoness out of my body. Fang is beginning her birth with my cumming butthole!

My pussy starts jizzing uncontrollably on the bare earth, jet after jet. My clit is steel hard. My whole pussy mound feels swollen with arousal, yet squirting female ejaculate doesn't relieve any pressure, it doesn't truly satisfy my need to cum. Rather, I'm feeling hornier still!

Fang whispers wordlessly into my mind how much she loves feeling my big round ass around her tail. She always wanted to feel my girly butt wrapped around her bulk. Oh God, yes, Fang, yes!

Yes, yes, yes! My inner slut monster is a lesbian, and she's fucking my straight human butt. She's spreading my asscheeks wide with her wriggling bulk as she bursts out of my anus. Her muscular, mucusy tail slimes slowly, brutally out of my human asshole. I feel like I'm going to push an entire dragoness out of my fat girly ass! One feet, two feet, three feet--oh my God, I'm so stretched, my asshole is white hot with assgasm, but Fang is unrelenting, taking joy in buttfucking me.

Knowing it's a girl dragon giving me this pleasure makes it extra nasty, extra hot. I have a boyfriend, Fang, but you feel so good being born out of my straight butthole! I feel such depraved shame knowing that *she* is making my butt cum, and that makes me cum harder!

I'm not a lesbian, but I want to be buttfucked by my inner gay girl beast!

The tail growth slows, but it doesn't stop. There's enough of Fang coming out of me that the rest is inevitable, just a matter of time. Now she will slip into my flesh, taking my form. I can feel her body, though it isn't mine. I can even feel her orgasmic tail. I simply can't control it. It's hers, and I'm becoming her, and she's making decisions now.

I grin, happy to finally let a true monster hatch out of my body, ecstatic with pleasure. The nightmare of tonight will end. The villain will be destroyed because a greater nightmare yet is bursting out of me. Fang, break me open. Fang, annihilate me!

Then I feel her inside of me, a spirit taking on from with every passing second. Her left arm reaches for mine. My shoulder cracks. Then slowly, grotesquely, my shoulder begins to bulge, and Fang's hand becomes visible. The shape of her knuckles stretches out my skin. Her ghostly fingers pass through my flesh. She's significantly larger than me. Inside my body, I feel her probing with her fingertips at the entrance to my left arm. She finds it, and pauses. Slowly, my right shoulder cracks, bulges, and Fang's right hand readies itself at my right arm too.

At once, she plunges her massive spirit hands into my arms, as if she were putting on my flesh like a coat. The shape of her hands immediately finds resistance in my stretching skin. It's as if the spirit of her passing through my body converts it, absorbs the inner human and leaves behind dragon flesh and dragon bone, but my skin remains stretched over her form.

It feels so good, like flexing a stiff muscle, like popping a stiff joint. Her thick, ghostly hands pass through my shuddering biceps, stretching the skin tight over her fingers and palms, my flesh popping wetly, my bones cracking sharply. It looks as if the dragon is putting me on from within. Where her hands have passed, the skin is stretched thinly over something thicker within, crimson and beautiful. My elbows are bent and pushed out, my shoulders half-straightened as she inserts her form into mine. My hands are spread on the ground, shaking and clenching. Her hands reach my elbows. With slow, meaty pops, she forces her hands into the joint, and my arms straighten, raising my chest higher over the ground, pushing it outward. My humongous heaving breasts and erect nipples are throbbing in the night air. I feel naked, vulnerable and aroused.

And with every passing second, I feel like I'm giving birth to a gay dragoness through my cumming straight butthole. Her tail feels so impossibly broad now. That she hasn't already ripped my asshole apart and destroyed my fat butt feels miraculous.

With wet pops, her hands slurp past the joint, pushing out the skin and thrusting into my thinner forearms. Fang has her hands clenched in half-fists as they push harder and harder down towards the earth, sliding towards the tight bottleneck of my shuddering wrists. My flesh is absorbed into her solid spirit, and everything behind it--her muscles, her joints, her bones and blood--are showing stark definition. She appears to be forcing herself into my arms from within, struggling now to press harder and harder, filling out my tiny human arms with more and more dragoness. My skin aches in the same way that an itch is scratched, sharp but seeking relief through the pain. My wrists swell, pop wetly, stretch so thinly that the color and shape of the dragoness are fully visible straining to force itself into my body.

Possess me, Fang! I'm your host! Break this aching body and cum!

Her hands are at least twice the size of my own, but she thrusts down, unfolding them, sliding her fingers into my own, forcefully jamming her draconic claws into the gloves of my humanity, and I feel my flesh fill with hers, swelling instantly beyond capacity. Ten sharp pains--her massive claws cannot fit, and each one easily rips out of my dainty fingertips, shattering pretty pink nails, instantly splitting the smooth skin on my fingers up to the first knuckle. I cry out with the ecstasy of annihilation, butt birthing another half a foot of Fang's massive tail in one anal thrust, and she pushes me up onto my knees and throws her hands skyward, flexing, curling her claws, causing all the overtight skin of my arms to split open with nasty, meaty wet rips. I cry out in pain and pleasure, cumming from my pussy now, my human arms bursting into two or three strips depending on where the dragon's muscles split it. My singing flesh falls away from her powerful, scaled crimson arms in wet tatters. My arms are gone, right up to the shoulder. Hers remain!

Fang clenches her massive fists, and I feel the strength in them--I feel her flesh, though I cannot control it. She throws her arms back, forcing my chest to thrust out even further, and somehow her roar boils up out of my lungs, bursting from my throat, as if the dragoness is nesting in my belly and lungs, curled up, roaring out of the cave of my flesh as she finds passage into this world.

My tight wet pussy finishes gushing onto the dry earth, and Fang is overjoyed to feel the ache of orgasm pass but not fully recede. I can't lose this arousal, not while her tail is squeezing out of my aching butthole. It was one of the first things to herald this change. I can already sense that it will also be the last, the final trigger for her escape into this world.

She starts to grope my sweating body--my hips, my thighs, my massive horny breasts. She cups my vulva and squeezes the whole pussy mound in her thick hot hand, rubbing me. Oh, gay dragoness, rub my straight girl pussy and make me cum! She sticks two heavy fingers in my vagina. She starts to fuck me, and I squeal with delight as she curls up her huge fingertips and finds my g-spot, squeezing it. Yes, you slut beast, yes!

But then, feeling me near a g-spot orgasm, she stops fucking me and pulls out. I can't use her arms. I can't make her masturbate me, and she knows I'm miserable with lust now. I want to become her even sooner. Any reservations I've had begin to fade before the need to cum and cum and cum some more. Her hands return to my breasts. She begins to pet me again, gently teasing my erect nipples. There is a twinge of pleasure within them.

Then I feel her pushing forward, her chest pushing out.

Slowly, with intense pleasure, I feel her massive ghostly nipples force themselves into the cups of my breasts. I'm huge, but I'm far too small for Fang. Her breasts are easily twice as big as mine, and likely larger still once she expands to her final, nightmarish size. My massive tits quiver on my chest as she fills them. The pressure grows. They're firmer, firmer. My nipples are thick and swollen, but hers fill out the space behind my areola and more. Each of her nipples is stiff and thick as a thumb, dark crimson and sensitive. Their shadows become visible beneath the skin of my pale breasts. She teases my comparatively tight little nipples again.

"Do it," I whisper.

She cups the bottom of my breasts and thrusts her chest forward as hard as she can. The skin of my heaving breasts swells suddenly, violently, thinning over crimson bulk. I'm expanding so rapidly, I can hardly bear it. One and a half times larger. Her nipples are pushing on the inside of mine, rubbing the inside of my horny tits. My nipples are tented on top of her erect monstrosities. But the pressure isn't stopping, the pressure--

I grit my teeth, push out another buttfucking inch of tail from my asshole, and start to cum as my human nipples begin to dilate, the center of each nipple stretching open. From within my human nipples, her finger thick dark crimson tits begin to thrust. Slowly, brutally, one and a half inch long draconic nipples erupt out of the center of each of my opening human nipples. The dilation spreads further, wider, one inch, two inches, until most of her massive stiff dragon nipples are thrusting out of my human breasts, and my aching cumming human nipples are stretched to burst.

Rrrrrip! My breasts begin to split open like overfilled balloons from the nipple out. The sound is wet, meaty, loud. Fang's thrusting nipples start cumming their freedom cry, jets of hot milk spraying wildly onto the rocky earth. My pussy unloads massive squirts, orgasm rocking my body as giant horny dragon nipples tear out of my aroused skin. Fang's ridiculously huge tits puff out of the rips in my breasts, forcing the split wider, until the breast skin finally gives up the ghost and sunders down to my armpits and across my sternum, splitting open my human chest. Fang's massive, slimy tits spill out of my exploding skin, heavy, so broad that they cannot help but fall together, and impossibly firm, both nipples milking in time with the shocks of coitus.

"Oh god," I whisper to Fang, but I'm almost inaudible. I've been screaming with joy, I realize, as I cummed, and Fang's roars were no soft mew in my throat either.

Her breasts are so massive and heavy on my chest. I can only hold them up because her strength is filling me. Because inside, my body is shifting, sliding, tightening, growing. I am a cocoon for my nightmare. I am the flesh she will wear in this world.

My hips crack audibly. I fall forward, back to the earth, and Fang's dripping breasts bob pendulously beneath my body. I can feel her massive foot brushing gently on the inside of my right buttock, a spirit in search of a place. Down she slides to the back of my thigh, and she finds the broad entrance to my legs. The left foot readies itself soon after.

My flesh twangs, snaps, bends--and she starts forcing her foot down towards my knees. It's a quick thrust. The bulge of her toes and the sides of her feet are the first to push against my skin from within. Then she reaches the joint, and with wet pops, she forces the joints to straighten shortly, shaking my rear and her tail in the process. The bulk of her dragon tail wags from my overstretched butthole, another few inches sliming out as the shaking stimulates my sphincter.

Then, with a wet slurp, she continues to force her massive feet down into my calves and shins. My flesh disappears into her form with a crunch of bone and a wet sucking sound. Her knees are pressed against my front thighs. My legs are shuddering violently--her legs are shuddering. My legs are straightening. I'm raising myself up on the balls of my feet, and her half-born queer tail is curling up out of my cumming straight girl anus in a long crimson arc, like a rainbow of orgasmic dragonflesh, the tip now nearly touching the ground.

Her massive feet reach my ankles. I'm grunting, straining to hold straight what little of my feet remains until she can take over. There's so much pressure--the skin of my ankles distorts and tents and stretches over her huge feet, the flesh behind them pale and thin over her thick crimson legs. Then she forces them into place, and with a wet burst, my feet expand and come to pieces, and I scream in pleasure! Yes, yes! Tatters of flesh flutter to the ground around Fang's massive dragon feet, her claws digging instantly into the stone. My legs split open instantly like ripped stockings, the skin coming off in sheets almost all the way to my buttocks, far up my thighs. Her legs now emerge from the stretched skin there, just below my ass, my groin and pussy.

Fang falls to her knees, and she sits on this world, hands still against the stone, supporting her own weight. She's almost part of this world. So little is left. So little Ariel.

I look up, but not at anything in particular. It's time to cum and become one last time.

My neck cracks. Something bulges at my collarbone. I grit my teeth and shut my eyes tight, feeling the pressure growing in my chest, in my back, in my whole torso.

My back crunches, and I can feel Fang's nascent wings thrusting up. With quick shrips of bursting skin, the thin but exceptionally long winglets scythe out of my back and unfurl, filling out with membrane between the digits, blooming into huge dragon's wings with every passing second.

Fang, push out of me! Fang, become real!

At the back of my throat, I feel her muzzle nudging, searching insistently to erupt. A low rumble of her frustration escapes my throat. Then, finding the purchase she needs, Fang begins to push her head into my neck. My throat bulges around her maw as she absorbs my body into her spirit. Her muzzle slides, half-real, past the back of my throat. She fills my mouth from within, but I don't feel like I'm choking. I feel like she'll breathe for me. I feel like most of me has become Fang already.

Her muzzle surges forth in my distended throat, and her bulk forces my jaw down, my lips to open, and slowly, wetly, a broad dragon's muzzle begins to thrust out of my open mouth, stretching my lips wider, wider. With her nostrils to the air, Fang begins to breathe rapidly, tensely. The lips on her muzzle peel back to bare her massive namesake teeth, and I feel her breathe seething between her jaws, saliva dripping. My teeth--Ariel's teeth--are already vanishing. Within my skin, I am being absorbed into her thrusting shape. The rest of her head is punching through my swollen throat and neck. Her fierce draconic muzzle continues to slowly extend from my overstretched mouth, my shuddering human head.

From without, it must seem as if the entire dragon's head is being pushed up through my throat to fill out my skull. There are cracks of bone as my head begins to reshape itself. My mind remains, but only on the surface. I am the visage of Ariel wrapped tight around Fang. Already, I am becoming a memory. Already, I am almost less human than I am dragon.

With a wet slurp, the shape of Fang's head slides into mine, and my face and hair and ears are all stretched and distorted over the beast. Immediately, horns begin scything out of my head, but somehow the skin isn't ripping apart, not yet. Ariel is holding herself together on me. She needs satisfaction before she will let go of my body. She needs to cum.

I reach down to Ariel's pussy with one hand and start jilling her, hard, fingers up against her g-spot. What do you want, little human? I fuck her to encourage the final change, to encourage her to give in. Tell me how you want this to end, and let go! Let me out!

Ariel's asshole twinges with anticipation. So that's the key, as it was in the beginning. She wants her aching butthole to burst. She wants me to be born from her horny hole!

Fine, then push me out, slut! Push me out of your horny asshole! Give butt birth to me, Fang!

She squeezes, arches her back, and strains--and with a sudden release of anal pressure, the last of my tail shoots out of Ariel's butthole in a slimy jerk, and we begin cumming together as her asshole exceeds its physical limits and explodes! I'm born from her human butt! Fuck, it feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ariel's anal orgasm expands through my body as the skin on her ass rips apart and she pushes my cumming dragon ass into the world!

Female jizz is rocketing out of our vagina. The skin on her rump and taint tears apart. I yank on one of her labia, peeling it back, drawing the tear through her genitals and sundering them in an explosion of ecstasy. My swollen gay pussy continues to cum, over and over. With a meaty 'wrapt' sound I can feel Ariel splitting open from her sphincter and up over her ass, up beyond her waist, through the small of her back. She splits open like a cocoon! Along her spine. To the nape of her neck. Into her scalp. The long tear continues as I struggle, thrusting my wet scaled back up through the open seam in her skin, trying to force it further and further apart.

In my mind, I can hear Ariel screaming triumphantly. It's finally over. She's finally free to hide within me and escape this hell on Earth. She's finally cumming apart, and this massive orgasm, this full skin shock of pleasure, is the final reward for giving host to the dragon within.

The tear rockets through Ariel's scalp, down over her distorted face, revealing inch after inch of the gay dragon within her straight body, until it finally ends with the splitting of her nose and the snapping of her upper lip. From mouth to asshole, she is split wide, and I swell upwards, growing in size and strength, forcing that seam apart until the last of Ariel is too small to hold on, snaps apart, and falls from my sides in a sticky, meaty sound of peeling human skin. Her tattered, wet flesh collapses on the stone beneath my bare body. I am Fang, fully formed. The memory of forcing myself out of that little woman... I can barely stand it!

It felt so good to push out of her asshole, her nipples, her mouth! I can't help it. I throw my head back and roar with erotic joy, soiling her empty skin with squirts of my girly jizz and gushes of my hot milk. I loved being born. I love the power, the thrill, the strength--and I am finally real!

I'm no longer a repressed fantasy of Ariel's to experiment with lesbian sex. She's no longer afraid to be me, to celebrate feminine sexuality! Yes, yes! I flap my wings. I whip my tail. I stretch my slinky, sexy, horny body! I have massive tits, massive hips, a thick ass, a tight butthole, a fat pussy. Tonight, after I've disposed of this fool, I'll find a woman to fuck, someone so hot that Ariel will never forget, something that will encourage her to make me real again and again. I'll find multiple women. I'll have the gayest lesbian orgy and I'll be their queer anal queen. I'll have them licking my pussy and fisting my lesbian butthole. I'll fuck their butts and pussies with my tongue and tail!

Kauldron shouts at me, holding aloft some symbol of violence, a creed that another nightmare might be forced to bow to. Such a fool. He should've heeded Ariel's warning and ran away.

I'd smile at him, if dragons could smile.

"How?" he asks, realizing too late that I do not kneel.

"Who is terrified now, fleshling?" I take a deep breath.

"Wait!" he shouts, but I won't stop. Fire leaps forth, and he burns.

Victory.

Soon after, I clean myself in a nearby lake. I want to feel fresh, warm and smooth like polished bloodstone. Then I take to the air and seek my first mate for the night. I can smell her already, horny and half-naked in some cabin, masturbating in the dark, unaware of the visitor that is already in flight, drawn to her musk. I'm confident I can and will seduce her straight little pussy. She will taste the love of my lesbian form willingly, eagerly, passionately.

My name is Fang, and all the times before now, Ariel reacted out of fear. Now she's tasted heaven, pushing my glorious form out of her tiny body, giving sexual birth to the secret fantasy of experimenting with another woman. She's mostly straight, but the dream she's had is very, very gay, and I know the truth--in the right place at the right time, every woman is a lesbian at heart.