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As the tentacles slide and rub along Kirisha’s body their charcoal taste runs across her tongue the bitter taste quickly becomes more palatable. She shivers and grunts as the slick warm embrace of Kigurumi’s body massages her form, trapped in a void within her fursuit body, unable to do anything but to take what she is given and as her sex milks the tentacle in her sex and in her rump it begins o feel better and better.

The voice that whispered in the back of her mind, was that her voice? Her internal voice, no it felt different she shook her head trying to wiggle but her body now exhausted from her constant struggle she began to relax, feeling the sleek tentacles run along her scales which begin to soften, merge.

The voice speaks again, like her own but… yet not, “Yes I will be perfect soon. I will reject the coils of my former self and embrace who I am, who I am supposed to be,” the voice cackles into Kirisha mind.

Kirisha’s eyes go wide her lips pucker as she bites onto the tentacle in her mouth her teeth getting stuck in the squishy substance as she thinks, “No, you are not me. This is not what I want,” she thinks back clearly, strongly.

There is a moment of silence, for a short while Kirisha feels as if she got a victory as her skin softens more as they lose their hard scales, her breasts begin to shrink as if someone is letting air out of a balloon as in the darkness that envelopes her she can’t see that her green scales start to take on two hues of purple as the transformation begins to take hold of her.

A soft cackle in the back of her mind steadily grows louder and louder, “What? You think by saying no, that you will suppress me? I am perfection. I don’t take a simple no for an answer. You’re weak. Able to be taken in so easily by another. That is why Kigurumi took me so easily. But she also so my potential, the potential to be as perfect as her. The potential to be her.”

Kirisha shakes her head the tentacle in her mouth following every movement of it as she feels her chest flatten a little more. Her green scales fading more and more as the pleasure of the transformation rolls across from her. Her sex and rump squeeze hard onto the tentacles as they drive one last deep time into her body wrecking her form with the hardest climax she has ever felt before in her life, “Arrrgggh! I… wha? No. I can’t. I am not weak. I am Kirisha, a strong raptor.”

“So strong that you managed to be taken in by a soft velvet fursuit? How strong could you be to allow that to happen?”

Kirisha shakes her head again closing her eyes as the tentacles pull away from her sex which is now smoothed over soft purple velvet of a fursuit the changes spreading as her rump, smooth, no holes to be seen, “N-no. I was tricked, lured in by her smile…” Kirisha’s voice cracks slightly shifting to match a little bit closer to the other voice in her head.

The other voice gives a hmm a mental nod of understanding, “Perhaps you are right.”

“O-of course I am right.”

“You aren’t weak, simply she is better, stronger. I have the potential to match hers. That is why I am being improved. Is that what you are trying to say?”

“Huh? What but…” Kirisha trails off to think. The idea she spouts isn’t that bad of a suggestion. She is strong, powerful, beautiful, she’s not so weak to be trickled by someone weak. That would just be… insulting. She thought of it as the darker purple belly moved down her form, the tentacles keeping her in place as her skin grew softer and softer, matching the velvet of the Kigurumi that she is within. Her legs grind against the other, pleasure building with her now smooth crotch, a delight the tentacles tease her bare crotch adding to her pleasure as she grunts and moans out, she squirms slightly as more of her green scales fade. Kirisha’s sleek raptor tail turns purple spikes of a dragon exactly like Kigurumi’s begin to sprout forth.

“Isn’t that right? Kigurumi is strong. Powerful. Seductive. So beautiful. So… perfect. It’s no wonder you were taken in by her, isn’t that right?”

“N-n… maybe…” Kirisha replies feeling her internal voice shift a little bit more growing darker, more seductive, matching the smooth tone of voice of the Kigurumi that’s within her head.

“I mean isn’t she those things?” Kigu asks her. A shiver runs down Kirisha’s spines her body shifts and turns, as horns sprout from the top of her head, the soft fluff grows around her jawline as her chest flattens even more, till there are almost no breasts left. Smooth faux dragon belly scales begin to take their place as the features of Kirisha’s new body take root, with only a few spots of soft velvet green skin remain.

Kirisha tries to piece this together in her mind. She knows she was fighting but the pleasure feels so good. The words so correct as they bounce within her mind. They are her words aren’t they? It’s her way to explain this? Justification? Or simply a realization of the truth.

“Well?” Kigu asks.

Kirisha shivers as she suckles the tentacle in her mouth softly, “Ah… well that does sound true. She was a sight to behold. A real… room stopper.” Kirisha replies her voice a few tones different than Kigu self speaking to her.

“Exactly. And isn’t it wonderful that she is giving YOU, the opportunity to be as such? To be so perfect?”

Kirisha shivers at the words as they break down her defenses further her eyes become glossy as the last bits of her green scales fade away as she tenderly suckles away at the tentacle in her mouth, still tightly bound in the suit’s and tentacle’s embrace, “Ah… why that is nice of her, isn’t she?”

“Yeah…. Yeah. I suppose you are right. That is very nice of Kigurumi to help me out. I was rather bored anyway, this will be so much better,” she thinks her internal voice now matching that of Kigurumi’s that spoke to her. as a little bit of fluffy forms on her shoulders and tail, as the base of Kirisha’s new Kigurumi body is now complete…