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Emma caught Jessica masturbating in the girls' locker room.

There was no confrontation, nor any warning that Emma was entering the room. It was a Sunday night, hours after a varsity volleyball game, and the main door was old and off balance. If the girls didn't shove it shut, it sometimes stuck against the floor tiles and stopped.

Not that it should've mattered. Jessica should've been the only girl showering this late. Everyone else had gone home, she was the volleyball captain with the key, and she was eighteen. Her parents let her drive and stay out late on weekends.

Emma told herself that she'd come back to retrieve her uniform. Moreover, she'd seen that Jessica's car was outside, and she was Emma's dearest, oldest friend. Until about a year ago, they'd been inseparable, talking freely about deeply personal feelings--about the darker thoughts that'd passed through their heads.

Now they couldn't exchange a look--let alone share a word--without feeling miserable. Emma was shy by nature, and her parents were devout practicing Catholics. Without Jessica, she'd had nobody to confide in. She'd spent her entire senior year alone with her hormones, tensions and anxieties.

With all her heart and soul, she regretted the incident that'd divided them, but she couldn't ask anyone for advice. It'd been shameful behavior then; now it was clearly a moral evil. It was the reason she'd lost all true companionship.

So when she heard the water running, she was slow to approach. She didn't want to see Jessica nude, God no, but she was too nervous to call ahead. How would they reconcile with each other? What could Emma say to mend their friendship? Nothing, nothing.

Emma snuck through the door, ready at any moment to dart away, unseen and unheard. She was ready to pretend that she hadn't wanted to speak with Jessica. She was ready to deny it'd ever happened, like she had to deny everything else. She was ready to leave Jessica be and return to her safe and endless gloom.

Then she heard a little gasp of pleasure, a sound that dropped her heart into her sour stomach and sent a chill down her spine. It was the one thing she didn't want to be reminded about, but it was also the one thing she couldn't let go.

Despite the torment, she quietly stepped forward until she was peering between standing banks of lockers, staring through the crack at her oldest friend.

Jessica was seated on a changing bench in the nude, dripping and wet from head to toe with her back facing Emma. In her left hand, she held out her smartphone. With her right hand, out of sight but unbearably visible in the mind's eye, she reached between her spread legs and rubbed her pussy.

Jessica hadn't even shut off the shower before masturbating. The hot stream still rained down on the tiles, swirling around into the metal mesh. Emma tried to keep her eyes on that detail, but they inevitably drew back to Jessica. She'd just stepped over, picked up her smartphone, and started masturbating. Or, Emma realized, probably continued masturbating, but now with porn.

Emma's slow, heavy breathing couldn't be heard over the water. Jessica's squeaks of pleasure could. Emma stared at her friend's backside, longing to speak with her. Longing. To speak, Emma thought, to be friends again. But this kind of thing had hurt them.

Jessica was so beautiful, so athletic. She was very skinny and tall, with pert little breasts and a muscular, round bottom. Her buttocks twitched in a way that made Emma's groin ache. Jessica flipped through a series of images with her left thumb. Her dark, wet hair was spread across her back, no longer done up in a ponytail but reaching towards her ass, the tips resting just inches above her swinging hips. Emma couldn't see her face, but she could imagine Jessica's gorgeous lips opened by erotic gasps, her large eyes intent on her pornography, her perfectly sculpted cheeks ruddy with shame.

She could remember Jessica's green eyes staring at her.

She could remember Jessica's pussy one year ago, damp and slick as her fingers danced across her labia and thin little bush. Emma could remember how aroused her own clit felt. The reminder was under her dress, inside her panties.

Right now, catching her friend in the act, her button was fast becoming sensitive and stiff, and she was wet. Her pussy cried out for touch, and it made her feel terrible, because she swore that this wasn't her. She told herself they were straight friends, with a straight friendship, which made the incident all the more horrible.

Emma peered through the crack at Jessica's phone. What turned her on so deeply? What drove her to masturbate in a locker room, far from the safety of her room or home? What did she not want anyone to see?

On the screen, there were tiny pictures of furry and scaled women, vixens and dragons, which Jessica had told Emma were her favorites. It was her fetish, Emma thought, a fact she'd never forgotten. Even from several feet, the exaggerated drawings were clear. Massive dragon tits blossomed on the chest of a roaring anthro dragoness. Vixens lapped in a sapphic sixty-nine. A dragoness laid on her back and fucked her pussy with her own tail.

Sinking into an even deeper dread, Emma realized the truth with a conviction that could not be shaken: Jessica really was into lesbians. The incident wasn't a fluke, no matter how many times she wished it was. There wasn't a dick among the pictures. Solo or in groups, animal women fucked, lapped and fingered, and Jessica kept swapping through the bunch.

She must've saved them to her phone late at night, creating a personal stash on a personally locked device. But they'd always talked about boys and fantasized about cocks, right? This made no sense, unless Jessica had been lying for years.

Then again, it'd taken the night of the incident to learn that Jessica was into furry porn, hadn't it? And Emma thought she'd known so much about her friend.

It made her sick with envy to think that Jessica had kept secrets like this from her. Her hard little clit flared with anger, but she shook her head.

No, no. She couldn't feel this way--she refused to feel jealous of porn. She didn't want that kind of attention from Jessica, no, no. She had to let it go. She had to go.

With a throbbing ache deep inside her pussy, she turned away from the crack between the lockers and began to quietly leave.

Then Jessica began to cry out in her beautiful, high voice, "Oh God, God, fuck yes. Lick that pussy, oh my God." The sound of fingers slathering snatch grew audible. Jessica must be shaking on the bench. It rattled underneath her ass.

Emma felt a stab of arousal deep inside, and she bent over a little in her dress and held herself there. This wasn't fair. This wasn't how she felt, she swore, she fucking swore!

"Lick that pussy!" Jessica yelled, finding the courage in this empty place to finally call out her fantasies to the air.

The last time Emma could remember that kind of excitement in Jessica's voice was the incident at Jessica's home, during a sleepover while Jessica's parents were away.

Emma forced herself to move faster, but the calls of Jessica's queer orgasm chased her into the halls of the gym building, before she fled through the unlocked back doors, out into the open night air, where she stumbled and breathed and tried to calm down.

Jessica was gay, her brain said. Your best friend was gay, and you'd masturbated in the same room together just one year ago, swearing up and down to each other that you were just enjoying the straight furry porn on the screen. Enjoying dicks inside pussies, you'd thought, even while you'd looked her in the eyes and smiled with your fingers up your own wet cunt.

She drove the image from her mind, got in her car, and drove home at blinding speed through a blur of angry tears. She greeted her family briefly, took a quick shower in her private bathroom, and forced herself with iron will to not touch her aching pussy, not so soon after seeing Jessica in the throes of lesbian lust.

She went to bed, having no clue how she'd handle seeing Jessica in English class on Monday.

---

Deep in the night, she had a brief erotic dream. These were the minutes leading up to the incident of last year, involving herself and Jessica. There they were, scrolling through furry porn and egging each other on.

Emma cupped her average tits through her dress and asked if boys always wanted breasts that big. Jessica was staring intensely at the screen, sweating. She clicked on a picture of a dragoness on her hands and knees. A tremendous dick stuffed the beastly pussy.

"Does that make you hot?" she asked Emma. Their eyes met and locked. Emma blushed, and Jessica swallowed.

"Yeah..." Emma stared at Jessica, watching that unerring smile. She felt something deep in her groin, a redoubling of the arousal that'd already infected them. "I'm really horny," she whispered.

Jessica blushed. "Me too. This makes me super horny."

"Yeah?" Emma asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Why?"

Jessica took a couple short breaths, then shivered a little. "I used to have fantasies about becoming a dragon."

"Fantasies? Like sex fantasies?" Emma wanted to hear about Jessica's fantasies, no matter what they were.

"More like the wicked fairy from Sleeping Beauty. Like becoming a monster and being big and powerful and free."

Maleficent turned into a black dragon. Emma remembered. "That?"

"Just pretending to change. It got me so hot."

Emma didn't want to know, but she had to ask. Her aching pussy demanded that she ask. "Did you ever... you know? To it?"

Jessica nodded slowly. "I was watching the VHS in my bedroom. I was pretending to change, stretching, rubbing myself on my bed."

"Rubbing?"

"I turned the scene on to get the feeling really going. Then I let instinct take over." She hesitated.

"Instinct?" Emma prompted.

Jessica nodded, encouraged. "I got naked, bunched up my bedspread and humped the pile. I rubbed myself off with a pillow."

The thought was so raunchy and shameful, Emma could hardly believe she'd heard it. She'd had sleepovers on that bed with Jessica. She'd put her head on the pillows and blankets that Jessica had humped. She squeezed her thighs together. It wasn't the kind of thing that she could explain. The shame felt so good.

Jessica was breathing faster now. "Emma," she said, "why wait?"

"Wait for what?"

Jessica swiveled around to face Emma and spread her legs apart in the chair, putting her hand on the crotch of her jeans. "Can I?"

"To that!" Emma said, disbelieving. "Right now?"

"Yeah, I don't want to wait until you're gone, and you don't want to wait either, do you?"

Emma shook her head. They'd talked about this the week before. It was one of those things that made no sense. Why did people wait and hide themselves, when everyone did it?

"We both masturbate." Jessica lifted her hand away from her groin and licked a couple of her fingers. "It doesn't mean anything if we just masturbate in the same room."

"It's not gay?" Emma asked.

"I'm not licking your pussy," Jessica said. "We're looking at straight porn. Porn is for masturbating." She swallowed visibly again; she was salivating. "I'm not scared of fingering myself in front of you. We're friends. We're looking at hot porn. Let's get off on it."

The idea was honestly turning Emma on. Her groin was throbbing, and her panties were damp. "It is pretty hot," Emma said tentatively.

"Yeah!" Jessica nearly shouted. She reached down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy through her jeans. "Let's do it. Oh my god, this'll feel so good."

"I've never masturbated to furry porn before," Emma said. The appeal was clear though, so animal and nasty--halfway between bestiality and vanilla sex. It was something she could share with Jessica, like a secret crime they'd committed together--the time they both came while looking at straight furry porn.

Jessica got up and started unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.

Emma stood out of her own chair and pulled up her dress. Then when she realized the long skirt would get in the way, she just gave up on modesty and pulled the whole thing off over her head. Her nipples stood erect in her bra. Her damp panties outlined her tender pussy lips.

"This is going to be so fun. Just wait." Jessica began stripping off her underwear, and Emma could smell her pussy.

Emma blushed. She was reminded of the time they were first hitting puberty, when they'd stripped down and run around nude without understanding why it felt so good. "I'm already having fun," she said, and she quickly pulled down her own panties and kicked them away.

Jessica grinned. "Dirty girl!"

They pulled their chairs up side by side in front of the laptop, their naked crotches hidden just under the table.

Jessica reached down first and began rubbing herself. She laughed and looked at Emma, then cooed with sexual relief as she began to masturbate.

Emma smiled back and slowly sank her finger into her vagina. She shuddered, penetrating herself beside her best friend.

They masturbated side by side, two supposedly straight girls experiencing arousal as a pair, enjoying porn as a pair. The incident loomed ahead in the dream like a dark cloud, and Emma couldn't face it.

---

At 2AM on Monday morning, Emma woke up sweating and horny in bed.

She wanted to masturbate beneath the covers, but that would just validate the incident. She was a straight Catholic girl, and straight girls didn't get off to dreams about masturbating with other girls. Never ever never.

Sunrise arrived like a rolling boulder. Emma got out of bed, having slept fitfully after her dream, then showered and dressed for the day. She usually wore long one-piece dresses, slender but flared at her hips. Since they weren't spaghetti straps, she didn't violate dress code, even though the cloth was cut fairly tight to her young body.

This one was white and frilled, with a ribbon to tie at her waist. These frills were almost flat to the surface though, intended to create patterns and break up space on the otherwise smooth fabric. She slipped into the thin, tight sleeves, pulled her hair through the collar and tied the ribbon just over her tailbone, pulling the cloth tight just over her butt.

There, she thought, at least I look decent. She spun around once, letting the skirt's hem spread out briefly. It was the conservative garb her parents demanded, but also the sexy clothes Emma wanted in order to appear beautiful and feminine.

She was a little shorter than Jessica, but only by a touch, and her hair was smooth and dark red, ending just below her shoulders. Jessica had called it burgundy, like the wine. Emma had a larger butt and bigger breasts than her friend, though only by a little. The chest of her dress was cut a little loose and curtained with frills. If asked, she would tell any teacher that it was meant to be modest, but she knew the truth. It was meant to draw the eye, to titillate by suggesting ample breasts instead of her slender bust.

Not that she had anyone particular in mind to arouse, but it made her feel good to look good. Before the incident, Jessica and Emma had spent a lot of time dressing each other up. It'd been one of the many things they'd been comfortable doing together, sharing various states of undress or even total nudity without any shame. Jessica had been the only person Emma had trusted to see her naked body. Anyone else was unimaginable.

Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. She couldn't even dress in the morning without thinking about Jessica. It was depressing, but at least she wasn't aroused again. That was just painful.

She slipped on some light blue shoes and drove to school. The early classes passed with quiet tedium. She ate lunch alone, looking furtively for Jessica but not seeing her anywhere. Maybe she hadn't come to school that day? It was hard to tell if that would make the situation better or worse though.

Emma was feeling out the vague plan of trying to talk to Jessica again, except without the embarrassment of catching her with her fingers on her snatch.

---

Then English came, the first of the afternoon classes.

This was the only class they shared this year, and for 6 miserable months, Emma had endured sitting directly behind Jessica at the very back of the room. She would've sat as far away as possible, but the seats were assigned to make roll call easy, and their last names lined them up on the rows just so.

Emma would've called it serendipity any other year.

The teacher was up front, a dawdling middle-aged woman fiddling with a dusty TV on an A/V cart. Today, they were going to watch an honest to God VHS copy of a 90s Hamlet production. Emma paid little attention and waited in her seat, feeling her gut twist up tight around her meal. Jessica hadn't come yet.

It was only just before the bell that Jessica arrived at all, and to Emma's horror, her heart began thundering in her chest. She held her breath without thinking. She caught Jessica's eyes for a brief moment, and she felt like her face was on fire.

Jessica looked gorgeous in Emma's eyes, so athletic and graceful. Her hair swept about in a ponytail. She wore a tight blue t-shirt, cupping the curves of her figure and her pert little breasts; but the real kickers were her dark blue volleyball hot pants. They were practically spandex underwear, almost painted onto her hips and sharply defining the V of her crotch, from the waistline down to her inner thighs.

She ignored Emma and dropped her bag on the floor beside her chair, then slid into the seat without another word. With Jessica's back turned, Emma didn't hesitate to stare at her butt, so fat and titillating beneath the backrest. Both cheeks were beautiful and round, built up from squats and strength training. Her flared hips...

God, Emma thought, why can't I look away?

She closed her eyes and turned her head up. Now Jessica was looking back at her.

"Hi," Emma squeaked.

Jessica's face was vaguely angry. Had she caught Emma staring? "Hi," Jessica said after a long second. Her eyes wandered away, then were forced back. "Hey," she said awkwardly.

"I've been watching your games," Emma said dumbly. She was a second string volleyball player. She watched every game but never played in any of them, and she hadn't spoken a word to Jessica that entire time. She hardly ever practiced--not that the coaches cared.

"Yeah," Jessica said. She shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable.

Emma could feel a tension in her groin, a tightness that she couldn't distinguish between anxiety and arousal. Her face was seriously burning up. She took a quick breath.

"Are you okay?" Jessica asked.

"I'm fine," Emma said.

Jessica just stared at her, waiting. Emma felt like she was supposed to say something.

Emma said, "I'm ready to talk." No, that sounded wrong. "I mean, I'd like to."

Jessica was curt. "Talk about what?"

"Last time..."

Jessica's arms and legs were drawn inward. Her face turned towards the carpet. "Why?"

"Things happened--"

"They did," Jessica interrupted, quiet but earnest. "You did... that thing, and then you told me exactly how it meant nothing. Right after I said." Jessica closed her eyes and swallowed, trying to control her emotions. "Right after I told you what I felt."

The incident, Emma knew. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Does that make it better?"

"Girls!" called out the teacher. "Eyes on the front of the class. No talking."

"Yes, ma'am," Jessica said.

Emma couldn't let the conversation end there, but she couldn't talk when the teacher had so clearly shut them down. She waited for the lesson to begin, for the video to be turned on. Then when the lights darkened, when all eyes were facing forward and nobody cared about the girl at the back of the class, she took a binder out of her pack, popped out a sheet of paper and wrote in pencil, "I want to be friends again. I miss you." She folded it over once, inserted the pencil into the fold, and poked Jessica in the waist with it, out of view.

Jessica glanced back, saw the paper, and took it slyly.

Emma stared at the screen, watching the motions of a play without any understanding. All she could really see was Jessica in the corner of her eye, slowly writing on the paper.

When the note was passed back, Emma took it with shaking hands. She unfolded the paper in her lap, then set it on the desk and stared closely at it by the dim blue light of the distant television. Jessica's words: "I miss you too, but sorry isn't enough. You hurt me a lot."

Emma didn't want to hear that. It was exactly the feeling she feared, the very reason that she'd avoided saying another word to Jessica. "Can we be friends still?" she wrote.

Jessica took the note again. Her response was brief. "I don't know."

Emma couldn't write anything specific on the paper. If it were picked up or confiscated, it couldn't refer to the incident, or there'd be trouble to pay. She danced around the subject as best as she could. "I didn't mean what I said."

Jessica read the note, then scratched her reply furiously. She turned around this time and handed Emma the note with a glare and tear-filled eyes.

Emma read it. "You already took it back. Leave me alone."

Emma quietly crumpled up the note, furious with herself. She hadn't made it any better. She'd only made it worse, so much worse. She took out another sheet of paper, then wrote, "Is there any way I can make it better?"

Jessica took several prods before she accepted the pencil and paper.

Emma stared at her slender back for five minutes before she received a response.

"It'd take a miracle," Jessica had written, "Just friends? No."

Emma stared at the page with burning shame. She couldn't really avoid the incident any further. It'd been such a horrible situation, but only afterward. In the moments leading up to it--God, Emma didn't want to admit this, but it'd been so wonderful. Those last moments with Jessica had been strangely perfect.

In the darkness, she slumped in her chair and recalled the incident in detail.

---

One year ago, almost to the day, two straight schoolgirls were masturbating to porn together.

Jessica was rubbing herself to a picture of a vixen being plowed by a bullman, but the image hadn't been changed in two or three minutes. Emma and Jessica weren't really looking at it anymore. The porn was hot, the furry sex was really hot, but ultimately, they found themselves looking at each other's faces almost as often as they stared at the screen.

Emma was sticking two fingers in her vagina and palming her stiff clit. She was laughing nervously whenever her eyes met Jessica's, but the laughter was waning. Two straight girls masturbating to straight girl porn. That'd been the story, hadn't it.

Finally, Jessica grunted and pushed away from the table, turning her rolling chair to face Emma. Her back was slouched and her legs were spread almost on the edge of her seat. Between her legs was her damp, ruddy pussy, crowned with a tuft of fluffy light pubic hair. She masturbated vigorously, boldly baring her exposed genitals to her best friend while she pleasured herself. When she saw Emma's smile, she grinned and gasped.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't something thought through. Emma pushed away too, and she turned to face Jessica. Her own dripping snatch was completely in view while she fingered herself towards orgasm.

"Oh my God," Jessica said, "this is so hot."

Emma nodded and masturbated harder. It was so much better with her friend in the room, knowing that someone else was horny and aroused about the same thing. It no longer felt shameful or lonely. They were two girls enjoying erotica. Like this, masturbation felt divine.

"You look so hot," Jessica said, her tone strangely uncertain.

Emma was breathing rapidly now. "You're sexy," she said to Jessica.

"I love your breasts," Jessica said, louder, more fervent. "They're big."

Jessica's words were making Emma crazy horny. She had to give as good she got. She had to make Jessica feel amazing.

Emma pushed up in her chair, briefly paused to unhook her bra, and quickly resumed masturbating. Her puffy nipples danced on the ends of her bouncing breasts.

"Oh my God, they're always so sexy," Jessica said.

"You have such a hot, tight butt," Emma said.

Jessica jumped out of her chair, shoving it aside, then got down on her hands and knees and stuck her butt up in the air. Her right hand stayed between her legs.

"It's so fucking big!" Emma yelled.

"Tell me I have a sexy ass!" Jessica yelled back.

"Your ass is so sexy." Emma got up out of her chair, then got down on her knees behind Jessica. With her left hand, she grabbed a butt cheek and pulled it aside, unveiling her best friend's tight little asshole. She wasn't even thinking anymore. She was just doing.

Jessica got up and fell back into Emma. "Unhook my bra!"

Emma unhooked her bra swiftly, without question.

Jessica slid back on her knees until her butt pressed into Emma's crotch. Emma's breath was hitching. She could feel the heat of their vaginas mingling. She could feel her best friend's muscular ass grinding against her groin. She was so close to cumming with a girl's butt against her genitals. Jessica's chest was heaving. Emma pressed her chest against her friend's back, feeling her fat erect nipples squash against her burning, damp skin.

Jessica reached down and grabbed Emma's right arm, and pulled it up. Emma's hand sought Jessica's right breast, and she gently squeezed and petted her thick dark nipple. She pulled Jessica tighter against her throbbing tits and kept the slick skin rubbing on her own nipples.

She was on edge from almost fifteen minutes of masturbation, and now the gentle stimulation of Jessica's butt cheeks was going to make her cum.

Jessica reached down with her free hand and resumed masturbating. "You feel so good against me," she whispered heavily.

"Your butt," Emma said.

"What's that?" Jessica whispered.

"I'm going to cum on your butt!" Emma said, riding closer and closer to an orgasm that she was trying to hold in. Somewhere inside her head, she knew this was far beyond masturbation, but the rest of her was too hell bent on finishing this.

"You fucking lesbo!" Jessica shouted feverishly. "Hump me!

Emma reached down and grabbed Jessica's hips, and with several violent thrusts, she humped Jessica's ass. Nothing even touched; her clit wasn't battered, her pussy wasn't fingered.

Jessica came because she fingered herself off while her best friend humped her bottom, and Emma felt her squirting a few drops on their naked thighs. There it was--shameful and disgusting.

Emma came with a heartstopping force, because nothing had turned her on more than feeling Jessica's naked body against her own. As she squirmed to grind on her best friend's rear, she squirted slick fluid all over her ass. Jessica fell forward and let Emma rub her pussy all over her buttocks, getting her cunt directly on Jessica's slippery skin while she ran through the final aftershocks of her first orgasm with another human being.

Then she pulled back, drunk with her sapphic conquest, and Jessica got up and turned around to face her. Her friend's dark hair was a mess. Her face was beaded with sweat, and she had a dazed expression of satisfied lust. Emma had never seen Jessica look more beautiful.

She tilted her head.

Jessica tilted hers.

Emma leaned forward and kissed Jessica on the mouth, full of tongue and hot breath.

When they let go, Emma was looking wide-eyed at Jessica. They were both naked and sticky and smelled of sex.

"You kissed me," Jessica said.

"I wanted to," Emma said flatly.

"I love you!" Jessica said, the words nearly bursting out of her.

Emma stopped then. Something clicked in her brain about the nature of what they'd done. Jessica had called her a lesbo. She imagined holding hands with Jessica in front of her Catholic parents. She imagined a screaming upset mother, a father clenching his fists.

How could she be a lesbian? How could she have done something so unrepentantly gay with her best friend? Regret boiled up in her stomach, and she vomited up anxious words: "We're not lesbians!"

"What?" Jessica drew back like she'd been stung. She held herself, putting an arm over her breasts, closing her legs together. "Are you insane?"

"We got carried away," Emma said without conviction. It came out more like pleading than a statement of fact. "We just got carried away. I shouldn't have done that."

"What the fuck?" Jessica shouted.

"I'm so sorry!" Emma said, getting her clothes. Her best friend couldn't love her, not like that. It wasn't right. It was sinful, it was dangerous.

"You can't just do that!"

Emma pulled on her panties and slipped on her dress, not even bothering to grab her bra. "I shouldn't have grabbed you," she said, "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"I do!" Jessica shouted. "I meant it!"

Emma ignored the words, ignored her feelings. Jessica was shouting her name. Emma didn't respond. She put on her shoes and apologized again as she ran from the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, heart hammering in terror. They weren't lesbians. It'd been a little masturbation to heterosexual porn. It'd gone too far. That's all, she thought, that's all.

But even then, under a haze of terror and denial, she'd known that it'd meant something special to Jessica. It'd been her fantasy come true, the lesbian seduction of the supposedly straight friend, now becoming her girlfriend.

Then Emma had torn it down with horrible efficiency, flying in the face of all reason and evidence because it just wasn't acceptable to believe the truth.

Jessica was a lesbian, yes, and she loved Emma. Finally, after years, they'd made a sudden, drastic move together. They'd had sex by any definition but Emma's own.

But that wasn't all that was true.

Emma had been the lesbian in denial who'd broken her heart.

---

That was the incident, recalled and considered truthfully, and with that self-confession, the shame of being a lesbian flooded Emma from the tips of her toes to the end of her nose.

Chills, flashes of heat, sweating and blushing--the experience was intense, almost disorienting. If she hadn't been hidden at the back of the classroom, someone would've noticed.

It was the same feeling she'd felt just before the incident. This wasn't the kind of shame that made her fold up with guilt--that useless Catholic shame. This was the raunchy, erotic shame she'd felt when Jessica had confessed her strange furry fantasies.

God, those bestial fantasies. There was a whole new angle there. Her best friend had mentioned once humping a pillow while pretending to transform, but why? The fantasy wasn't about fighting some useless prince. It was about becoming a monster to keep a beautiful blonde all for herself.

What dark twists had Jessica imagined there? What fate did fantasy Princess Aurora awaken to? Nothing but a horny dragoness, desperate to hump her "straight" princess body after years and years of lusting from afar.

The parallels to Emma were obvious and painfully arousing, even if they were just Emma's projections. Her eyes settled on Jessica's tight spandex-wrapped rear--on the ass she'd rubbed her pussy all over. She'd lost her virginity already, she realized with an aroused start. When she'd had lesbian sex.

"Oh Jesus," she muttered under her breath.

She squirmed in her chair, trying to clench her legs and hold in the urge to cum in her panties. Wouldn't that be shameful too, to squirt in her dress right behind her lesbian friend? For fuck's sake, she wanted to reach out now and grab Jessica and kiss her again. Now, her body screamed, just take her back now!

But Emma held it in. She had to wait. This throbbing, monstrous shame and its equal lust would have to wait until school was over. She'd take her girlfriend to the back of her car, rip off those spandex hot pants and eat her muff.

Later though, only later. For now...

She stared at Jessica's ass and took shallow breaths, trying not to explode. The desk creaked in her clench. Her knuckles were white. She wanted to finger Jessica's tight butt and pussy and watch her squirm with pleasure. She wanted to kiss those ass cheeks and rub her girlfriend's gay little clitty.

Emma held her breath while her nipples throbbed tenderly in her bra, and sweat began to run in rivulets over her face.

Then Jessica squirmed, uncomfortable, and leaned forward in her seat to adjust her hot pants, pushing her ass against the bars below the back of her chair. Every curve was revealed in its sexual glory, but the part that made Emma grit her teeth was the outline of Jessica's pussy mound.

Something had soaked through the cloth there, dark on dark even in the dim room, and Emma caught the slightest whiff of Jessica's vagina. Her pussy must be dripping, soaking her hot pants through.

Jessica was intensely aroused.

Emma began to shudder. No hesitation. She had to know. She scribbled "thinking about the incident?" in rough letters, then passed it forward to Jessica.

After writing a reply, Jessica turned around to meet Emma eye to eye, sucking very lightly on her lower lip. She nodded very slightly, then passed over the note.

"cant forget"

Jessica turned away, blushing.

Emma stared at Jessica's fantastic ass and remembered Jessica's masturbation in the locker room, her lesbian furry porn, her transformation fantasies about dominating princesses--she remembered Jessica cumming while they rubbed their naked skin together. Emma the straight Catholic girl?

No, Emma was gay, Jessica was gay, and she wanted to be her lesbian self now and forever, no more hiding.

She wanted to be Maleficent to Jessica's princess.

She didn't want to be afraid anymore.

She forgave herself for being a lesbian, for lusting after Jessica, for being foolish enough to lose her. She forgave herself for what was about to happen. It was okay. She knew in every fiber of her being that she was going to lose control, and she accepted that. Her eyes filled with visions of naked girl bottoms and pink pussies. Girls were hot--women turned her on. Jessica, she thought, this will prove it. I'm yours.

She spread her legs a smidge--imagined Jessica in the locker room--and came hands-free, squirting in her undies and spraying the inside of her long skirt. She was cumming in her clothes, in a classroom full of people, and she didn't care. It was relief. Finally after almost a day of pretending she wasn't horny beyond all belief, she cummed to the raunchy thought that she'd caught her best friend masturbating to lesbian furry porn.

Emma let out her breath in quiet, suppressed gasps. It wouldn't be long until other people could smell her sex, but what could she do? The urge to cum had been insatiable.

Jessica glanced back at Emma. Her nostrils were flared. She sniffed the air. Her green eyes were wide. This was ridiculous, Emma knew. Her friend's gaze scorched her skin.

Jessica mouthed the words, "Did you just?"

Emma nodded slowly.

Jessica began to shudder too. Emma knew that something strange was happening to them, but they had no choice. After a year of denied sexual feelings, this was inevitable.

Jessica turned around and leaned over her desk, breasts smashing quietly into wood, her bent ass quivering against the bars below the back of the chair. With a single jerk, she squirted into her spandex hot pants, squirted directly at Emma, forcing clear, slick female cum to dribble onto her seat.

Jessica had cum to the thought that Emma had cum.

Emma's arousal resurged at full intensity and thundered through her skinny body. It was a raw, animal, intense sensation. It was pressure inside her, difficult to contain.

She looked to either side. The other students hadn't noticed. To the left, a thin guy was sleeping, slumped back in his chair. To the right, a bored girl was staring straight forward. Jessica's rowmates were similarly ignorant, but for how long?

Jessica had already given up on shame and embarrassment. She very gently rolled her hips, rubbing her ass across her seat and silently smearing her slick juices all over her spandexed rear.

Emma felt a thick, queer lust building up in her own butt. She'd always had an anal fixation with Jessica's bottom, but she'd been afraid to finger her own asshole, no matter how it'd ached for attention in the past. Now her butt lust was extreme. She wanted a stretched asshole; she wanted a lesbian buttfuck.

Jessica was beginning to twitch, to clench up. She too was beginning to feel the pressure inside her, growing, maturing.

Then an unexpected release--a crack like knuckles--and Emma felt her tailbone shift, her lower back change shape suddenly.

She covered her mouth and held in a sound. The lust in her ass began to extend. Her tailbone was sliding out from her rump beneath her skin. She closed her eyes and relished the sensation, the electric tension up her ass.

She looked deep inside at herself. The Emma she'd denied was staring back with golden eyes. Her inner self had grown monstrous over the last year, changing to match the fantasy of Maleficent's transformation. She'd breathed the fires of her secret sexuality, absorbing the sexual energy, becoming bigger, stronger and more beautiful. The Emma within was a fearless lesbian beast, long hidden under a frightened Catholic schoolgirl shell.

This... this was perfect. Who would stop her, if she escaped the prison of her humanity? Their parents wouldn't have any say in the matter. Society wouldn't have any say.

Emma and Jessica would only answer to one another. They'd be two of a kind, remade for one another in a bestial image.

She opened her eyes. She almost wished she could wait, so that she and Jessica could go find some hidden corner to explore this together--but the Emma inside her wouldn't waste another second. She knew they'd already trespassed on the taboo--whether this happened here or elsewhere wouldn't matter.

In minutes, everyone would know a new kind of lesbian was being born, and Emma wouldn't be able to hide it.

Emma bent over her desk a little bit and raised her knees, trying to push her ass out ahead of the change. Her new tail slid between her buttocks, underneath her skin, a bulge hidden in the folds of her dress. She didn't wait passively for it to grow. She urged it to emerge. She strained to force a tail to erupt from her butt. With an audible crack, the tip jammed against her asshole, tenting her sphincter.

This was it, the beginning of the end. A lustful grin spread across her blushing face. She gritted her teeth and imagined what this meant. Emma the lesbian was bursting out of her straight Catholic asshole. Her anal pressure was rising beyond her limits.

She demanded the tail--emerge, erupt, explode!

Her whole ass quivered, fat taut cheeks splitting apart as the bulk inside of her grew again. Her sphincter tented one final time, her round gay bottom ready to rip open.

Jessica, she thought, staring at her girlfriend's beautiful butt. I'm coming out first, and I'm cumming.

With a final snap of growth, her asshole bloomed open around a thick, thrusting tail, and she squeezed out two glorious inches.

Yes, fuck yes! The tip jutted through her fat buttocks and pressed against the rear of her damp panties. She held her breath to keep her silence, and her vagina emptied another slick load of girly cum into her dress. It was so perfectly depraved.

In a classroom, she would squeeze a secret tail out of her ass.

She grabbed the back of the chair to lift her rear up and rested most of her weight on her thighs, on the edge of her seat. She strained again. The tail grew another three inches--stiff, orgasmic and burning hot between her buttocks. The tip tented her panties, pushed at the back of her dress.

Six inches. Seven inches total were squeezed out. Her panties were drawn up tight against her pussy. Her dress was taut over her butt. If anyone looked, they would see her tip jammed against the cloth. Her tail was gloriously thick and sensitive, a full fist pushing out of her stretched asshole.

The anal pleasure was intense, beyond reasonable. She'd been a butt virgin before this moment; now she was being buttfucked by her tail, and she relished the anal masturbation of her sexual transformation. She relished the sense of her tail being buried deep in her tender quivering ass.

No more straining against her clothes. The tail was her limb. She turned the tip down, changing the angle of her emergence, tugging on the tight ring of her sphincter. It slipped down her ass crack, sliming between her cheeks and into the sling of her tight panties. The tip tickled her taint, just short of her aroused pussy lips. She settled down over it, using her arms to keep most of her weight off her tail's throbbing girth.

Then in crackling, slippery bursts, she squeezed out another four inches of tail, and she felt the searing tip rub over her vag and up over her mound, smashing against her clitty. She was filling her panties up with dragon tail, and she closed her eyes and strained not to cum and shout. Another few inches, and the tip was snaking past her pubic hair, rising from the front of her undies and up against her dress.

She bent her tail once more and began to feed it between her thighs. She breathed slowly, letting the broadening tail slip out of her ass in a slow, steady grind. It was surpassing a foot in length with the girth of a softball. The skin above her sphincter was stretched out like a balloon. The ring of her asshole was white hot with anal sex. She pushed out several more inches of the monster within, and her panties grew fuller and fuller, the slimy tail grinding harder and harder against her horny cunt.

She could feel out the shape of her damp dress with her dragon's tail. She snaked it forward, her tip nearing her knees. It was so sensitive, orgasmic and lubricated. It was hard to resist--she slowly closed her inner thighs around its girth, and she started masturbating her tail between her soft legs.

She was buttfucking her own asshole, grinding her own pussy and rubbing her own tail all at once. It was exquisite.

Jessica turned to look at her, shivering with arousal.

Emma panted and locked eyes with her lesbian mate. If only you knew, Jessica, you wouldn't be able to hold it in. When you finally see the real me, you'll hatch too. The Jessica inside of you will rip its way out and fuck the real me.

With Jessica's eyes scouring her body, Emma felt a twinge of arousal in her nipples. Her tits were already erect. Beneath the folded frills of her dress, her bust began to grow. She wanted the sexiest chest for Jessica--she wanted to have giant slutty breasts, with thick warm nipples for Jessica to lick and suck.

Emma kissed the air at Jessica, lust drawn all over her face. With every passing moment, her breasts were expanding, overflowing her bra, pushing it down. Now her bared nipples were jamming themselves against her dress. If there weren't a band of frills, her horny breasts would be completely visible.

Jessica missed them. She grinned and turned back reluctantly because that was expected of her. This couldn't remain hidden much longer though. The people around them would already be smelling their dripping snatches. It'd take one question, one word to the teacher--

Emma didn't know what would happen then, but her thick tail was still bursting out of her stretched butt, come what may. Inches were squeezed out of her asshole with every passing second, relief and tension at once. Her sphincter was pulsing now, drawing in, then forcing out. She strained to grow faster, and there was a shuddering eruption of tail.

It was well over two feet long now and nearly as thick as a football. Her thinly stretched asshole was screaming white with anal stimulation. There was so little room left to grow, and the pressure was intense. She now had to ride over her tail, the tip going down towards her shoes, her panties nearly torn and pulled down several inches. They were more like a sling to hold the girth of her tail against her tense pussy. The orgasmic slime, the mucus of transformation, was working its way through her dress, leaving it sticky and half-clear.

Her breasts were filling up her clothes now, stretching out the folds of the frills. There was so little room left behind the cloth; they were already becoming a little cupped, pressed together and to the sides. Her stiff nipples and puffy areolas were starting to draw themselves, peeking between frilly folds, as if the cloth were painted on their erect tips.

Her hands were beginning to throb. The tips of her fingers were stretching. Her right hand shuddered, and the tips of sharp black claws burst from her fingertips, snapping her nails in two and splitting open to allow her crackling fingers to extend. Her left claws followed almost immediately, scything through the thin flesh. She pulled her hands off the chair and buried them in her armpits, crossing her arms under her massive chest.

Her tits were swelling still, each horny breast almost as large as her head. The cloth of her chest was completely full to bursting with firm sexy titties, two gifts to Jessica.

Her tail growth was slowing. Three inches came. Two inches. One slow, grinding inch, and she felt her asshole reaching its limit. The skin was ready to snap and rip, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world--yet it was barely even her asshole anymore, more a fleshy guide to force her tail to hot dog her own buttocks. Still, it was hers, and it was rewarding her for being reborn through it. Out of her lesbian butthole, she'd come and soon cum.

Hidden from view, her hands split their way out of their skins, leaving slimy tatters to hang from her wrists. She hadn't even seen the colors of her scales yet. She was curious, but she was still hiding a little longer. Just a few more seconds.

She wanted this moment to be hers. Then they could all know.

The tail grew another inch, then another, tenting her human hide and drawing it away from the dragon's ass inside her. As the room inside expanded, Emma's true buttocks and hips swelled to their most buxom shape. More beauty for Jessica--more slut beast for her to feast upon. Her butt slut's rebirth was at hand.

She bared her teeth and felt them sharpen into fangs. Her jaw quietly crackled, shifting to press very slightly against her face. In the light, one might see the slightest hint of a muzzle.

Her dragon breasts were overfilling her human skin, nearly cumming, but she did not burst, nor did her dress.

Her tail was filling her panties, but they did not snap, nor did the back of her dress rip open.

Only her hands had fully emerged, hidden as they were.

The pressure in her ass was rising, explosively rising, as the skin was stretched out like rubber. Her snatch was throbbing against her tail, which itself was aching between her thighs.

These were her limits. The pressure in her bottom was at a terrible crescendo; the pressure in her human asshole gave her brutal, constant pleasure, but it wasn't an orgasm. That was the next step, the reward for the permanent transformation, for giving up her humanity. She only had to will it, to cum anally and become anally--to finally shove the dragon out of her butt.

She squeezed to make her tail grow, and with an audible snap it jerked out one final inch. Her asshole exploded with a fleshy rip, loud enough to make her neighbors turn to look at her, and she came with such violence that her body shook and an orgasmic squeal escaped her lips.

With a meaty sound her skin split up over her rump and back, letting her tail escape the confines of her humanity. She began grinding her pussy and clit over its thick length, making both tail and snatch cum at once. Squirting juices sprayed all over her tail, and her panties gave up the ghost, snapping at her hips to relieve the pressure and bare her naked, sopping human cunt.

"I'm cumming!" she cried out, no longer caring who knew.

Jessica swept around, enraptured. She wasn't embarrassed. She was emboldened by Emma's lustful call.

Emma's breasts were cumming, two cauldrons of sex on her chest, each capped with an orgasmic button. Her eyes were focusing in the dark. They were no longer human but draconic, shifting golden as she cummed from the sundering of her asshole.

The class was turning to look at her now. A handful were laughing nervously. Most were silent, knowing instinctively that something was wrong. Something inhuman had arrived.

"My tits cummed," Emma said to the class, inflicting her bold sex on them defiantly. "My pussy cummed. My butt cummed, and I loved it. I squirted three times into my dress, and I didn't care."

"Young lady!" the teacher said, almost unable to express herself because of the shock.

Emma pushed her chair back and stood, kicking off her shoes. Her tail flailed around under her skirt, stretching after the cramped position of its growth. Her heaving chest jiggled even through the damp cloth, immense and sweaty. Her panties fell down around her feet, and she kicked them out into the aisle and pointed.

Her hand was a beautiful crimson. She was a red dragon. Some people reacted to her scaled, clawed hand. Others could hardly register it among the storm of bizarre details.

"Those are my panties," she said, "I soaked them like a slut."

"I'll send you home!" cried the teacher, as if that threat would undo all Emma's nasty reminders that people enjoyed sex.

"I'm not going home," Emma said, grinning with a mouth full of dragon's teeth. "I'm naked under here. My bra snapped. My panties are gone, and my hot little pussy feels so good."

Many of the boys were squirming with fresh boners to sort out. A couple of the girls were squeezing their legs closed, ignoring their arousal. Exhibitionism turned everyone on.

"Pull down your pants," she offered reasonably, turning her head to face one person or another. "Masturbate to my beautiful body. Fuck each other if you want. Either that, or you'll want to run."

"Out!" the teacher shouted, and pointed to the door.

Emma raised her clawed crimson hands high, strips of human skin hanging from the cuffs of her sleeves. "Look at these."

Several shouts from the audience. The teacher covered her mouth.

"You'd never guess what I am inside. What I really am!"

"What?" the teacher asked reflexively. Fear cracked her voice.

Emma grabbed the V of her dress's collar with her clawed hands. It was time to show the world. "I'm a lesbian."

"Yes!" Jessica shouted.

Emma arched her chest, tensed her muscles, and with powerful jerks, she began ripping the front of her dress in two. The moment the pressure was off her chest, her breasts jutted forward, and her skin split open. Her tremendous nipples poked through the gap, followed by the slippery mass of her magnificent dragoness breasts, the release of pressure naturally forcing her skin open from her belly button to her collar bone.

She continued pulling the dress apart until the tear reached the ribbon at her waist. Then she dropped the flaps of cloth and shed the remainder of her top like a bathrobe, shrugging it off of her shoulders and pulling the sleeves inside out. The entire blouse fell back over the ribbon tied over her ass and hung there, suspended over the bulk of her muscular tail.

She grabbed the empty skins of her teenage breasts and peeled them back a little further over her flanks, freeing her new monstrous breasts to stand out on her chest, crimson and broad with dark red, incredibly puffy and erect nipples. They were heavy tits, naturally pressed together and a little wider than her lithe frame; if one looked at her from behind, they'd see the curve of her breasts past her back.

Emma grinned viciously. "If you boys and girls don't want to masturbate to these, then get out!" There was a snarling undertone to her voice, something animal and commanding. Several people got up immediately, leaving their belongings and going for the door. The teacher went after them, but hesitated halfway.

"Teacher..." Emma called, her voice trailing off. "Do you really want to see my pussy?" She sliced the ribbon at her waist, and the cloth of her skirt loosened enough to simply fall from her hips. Her bare, aroused pussy throbbed in the cool air. She whipped her tail, then stepped out of the circle of fallen dress into the aisle, completely nude from head to toe.

"Look what came out of my butt," she said, catching the end of her tail and gently stroking its final inches with her fingers.

The teacher had closed her eyes, but now they were opened in horrible fascination. The naked, transforming teenager really had a tail, crimson and thick.

Emma rubbed the tip between her spread legs, smearing the end of her tail in juices dribbling from her snatch. "I'm so gay," Emma said in a lusty voice, "This is the lesbian inside me. Do you want to fuck another woman, teacher?"

"No," the teacher said.

"Go then," Emma said.

The teacher turned for the door, and another six students followed her example and left. Maybe half the class was gone, leaving a baker's dozen spread across the room, and Jessica staring up at her with an aroused grimace.

"They'll come back," one student said.

"We have enough time," Emma said. But she didn't turn her gaze away from Jessica, and Jessica continued to look back.

The students waited, unsure of what to do.

"I want to try again," Emma said.

"What's that?" Jessica asked.

"The incident. Tell me again how you feel."

Jessica began to grin. "Okay. I love you, you lesbo slut."

"Let's see if I get it right." Emma cleared her throat in jest. "I love you too, you kinky furry beast."

Jessica jumped up out of her chair, stopped briefly, then turned to their impromptu audience. "Masturbate!" she commanded, and she grabbed her sticky hot pants and thin panties and peeled them off her ass and out of her crotch in one loud slip, then dropped them around her ankles, bare pussy glistening wet in the half-light.

4 women, 9 men, and they all stood immediately and began pulling down pants and shorts. When it seemed some were getting naked, the rest followed suit, stripping away all clothes as fast as they could manage. One scrawny boy turned up the lights. One of the girls shut off the television. They locked the door.

Jessica bounded into Emma's arms, smashing hot dragon breasts all over her tiny human chest, and reached up and grabbed Emma's neck. She pulled her new monstrous girlfriend in for a violent kiss, one made of gasps, smooshing lips and a desperate energy.

Emma reached behind Jessica's back with her claws, grabbed Emma's shirt and tore it in half down her spine, then pulled it off her as she pulled away. Jessica unhooked her bra, then grabbed the band holding up her hair and pulled it away. Her dark locks cascaded down, tips nearly at her ass, as they'd been in the locker room the night before.

"I caught you masturbating to lesbian porn in the lockers," Emma said. "It was too much. I couldn't hold it back anymore." She pointed at Jessica. "Do you feel it too? Do you feel the lesbian ready to hatch out of you?"

Jessica was so eager. She nodded rapidly. "I've felt this pressure in my ass," she said. "It's so tight now. It's my tail, isn't it? Yours grew out of your butt?"

"It was incredible," Emma said.

Some of the boys were already jerking off, staring at Emma and Jessica's nude bodies without full comprehension. One of the girls started blowing the scrawny boy, and a muscular young man got behind her and started screwing her pussy.

Jessica's skin began to blush all over, mottled red and white. She grabbed Emma's clawed hand and pulled her towards the front of the room, where there was space for everyone to watch.

Then once Emma was standing in front of her, Jessica got down on the carpet, squatting with her legs spread wide. Her face was at crotch level. She licked her thick lips.

"Do it," Emma said, "and I'll finish becoming a monster."

Jessica reached out and grabbed Emma's hips for support. Then she jammed her head between Emma's thighs, mouth up against Emma's hot pussy, and she began to eat her out. Her tongue tasted the inside of Emma's vagina, brushed along her pussy lips, and rubbed her erect clit before she sucked on that orgasmic button.

There were ragged cheers and grunts. Their audience of thirteen was already beginning an orgy.

Two of the girls were kneeling in a circle of boys, constantly swapping the cocks in their hands and mouths.

The most beautiful of the four women was seated on a desktop, on the lap of one of the more handsome men. His thick dick was jammed up her ass. A lean kid with a long prick was pushing her knees apart, sliding in to fuck her cunt at the same time.

Emma ran her clawed fingers through Jessica's beautiful hair, then gently tugged on the locks. Jessica moaned into her girlfriend's still-human cunt. Emma's tail whipped the carpet, and she let out a long, delighted groan.

"Hatch," Emma said.

Jessica's eyes were closed. She was beginning to shiver, still sucking on Emma's dripping pussy. Her squat grew more and more severe, pushing her ass out as far as she could manage.

"Hatch, dragon."

There was a bony crack, and Jessica began to shout into Emma's vagina, breaking away from her genitals to let out a cry of delight. "My ass!" she shouted.

There was a lump under her skin. Emma couldn't see at this angle, but she could only imagine Jessica's tender asshole was tenting over her tail. Her own dragon asshole was aroused in response, her groin tight and ready to cum from Jessica's feasting.

She grabbed Jessica's shoulder and turned her about. "Let me see it come out." The image, Emma thought, would be enough to make her cum. She stood just behind her girlfriend, bare pussy throbbing so close to her sweating partner.

Jessica hunched over, tightening her arms and legs, flexing. Then she cried out as her asshole tented violently, and she started squirting out of her fat pussy.

"God, that hot ass!" Emma shouted.

As Jessica came, her tented sphincter burst open, and a thick blue tail erupted between her fat muscular buttocks. She didn't have to stay quiet; she yelped with orgasmic delight, then strained again and pushed out another few inches of her tail in crackling bursts. "God!" she cried, "Yes!"

Emma leaned back, shuddered and came without touching herself, squirting a load onto Jessica's lower back, hot fluid running down into her asscrack and over her slick tail.

The realization of what'd happened hit Jessica hard enough that she instantly squeezed out another six inches of tail in a violent aftershock of her original orgasm. She turned around, and hungrily dived in to drink from Emma's snatch.

Emma had another two tiny quakes from her own multiple orgasm. Her jaw crackled. The arousal in her pussy came down, but quickly the tongue on her clit brought her back up.

Her face felt tight over the slight extension of her muzzle.

Jessica was writhing, head shaking back and forth with pussy on her mouth while she forced out a tail from her fantastic queer asshole. It grew in pulses as she bucked her hips, its vast length and girth wriggling in waves as it bore its way out of her comparatively tiny butt and overstretched butthole.

"Your ass," Emma said, her breath short. "You butt slut."

Jessica pulled away only long enough to say, "You humped my butt, squirted all over it." She shuddered as more tail emerged. "Happiest moment." She clenched and quivered. "Until now."

Emma felt a surge of pleasure in her face. Jessica dove back in, and Emma snarled and groaned while her jaw extended again, flattening her nose and thinning her lips. Beneath the skin of her back, new limbs were sliding, spreading out in broad sheets and forming layers, thickening under her skin.

Her feet began to split open. New claws slid out on red toes. Throughout the room, the students fucked and sucked louder.

The skin was splitting up Emma's arms and legs. It was sliding away from the tear in her ass, revealing more and more of her tremendous crimson buttocks as Jessica unwittingly grabbed more and more of the skin on Emma's hips, bunching it up in her tiny hands. Jessica's tail was over two feet long now, and she had an intense look on her face while she ate out Emma's cunt.

Emma felt lumps forming on the crown of her skull. In quiet, fleshy pops, the skin split open and horns began growing, sweeping back over her head. She stretched her neck, and it lengthened--the pressure on her face rose intensely. She was nearly done--there was so little left to change.

She only had to strip away what little of old Emma remained, and the rest would reshape itself once bare.

The skin on her arms was splitting up to her shoulders. The tears on her legs were reaching up past her knees, bursting open like overfilled jeans over her muscles. Emma was growing larger; she could feel it. The wings under her back were bunching up, almost ready to be released. There were only two keys left to her humanity. One was her face, still human even though stretching thin. The other was her fuzzy human pussy, slowly swelling with a softer, thicker pussy mound under the skin.

Her girlfriend was still sucking between her legs, desperate to drink deep of lesbian sex, to quench a lifetime spent parched and sexless, surrounded by straight women.

Emma wanted to cum in her mouth, all over her face. She wanted to drench Jessica, cumming and cumming. It was the greatest lesbian experience of their lives, and she didn't want it to end, yet...

"Babe," Emma said between short, sharp breaths, feeling her face near its breaking point. "I'm bursting." She gently grabbed Jessica's hair and pulled her back from her pussy. Jessica's jaw chattered as she looked up into Emma's golden dragon eyes. "Spread my pussy. Spread me wide."

Jessica let go of Emma's hips. She didn't hesitate; she jammed the fingers on both hands in Emma's pussy, then clenched Emma's pussy lips in her palms. Emma bent over the grip, enjoying the sudden penetration. Her monstrous breasts settled against Jessica's head. Her clit was electric.

"Do it," she said.

Jessica hooked Emma's labia and pulled, ripping her human pussy in twain and peeling back the thin curtains of her human mound, unveiling the fat and squirting dragon pussy underneath.

Emma threw her head back and roared as she came, and her muzzle exploded beneath the skin of her face, merging with her nose and rushing forward in violent cracks, pushing against her lips harder and harder, stretching her human mouth further and further open until her dragon muzzle ripped forth from her human face, jutting from her stretched human lips while baying and singing release, and the skin of her human nose and jaw became little more than empty hide wrapped around her dragon's maw.

Still she cummed dragoness juice in Jessica's drinking, eager mouth. She grabbed two great handfuls of her burgundy hair, and with one jerk, she split her scalp open and peeled the human skin off her head, pulling it into two halves, splitting her old face, tearing away her old ears and unveiling a red dragon's head, shuddering with joy as it erupted into its final shape.

Emma the lesbian had finally pulled off the mask of a straight Catholic schoolgirl, and now and forever she would be a gay dragoness.

Jessica dropped away, screaming out her own anal crescendo.

Emma bent over, letting her full back explode, shredding all the skin down to her ass in a single explosive schrip of ripping flesh, throwing aside tatters of ruined skin while her dragon wings unfolded to their full breadth. She pulled downward on the empty halves of her human head, peeling all the skin off her sides, splitting the little collar left at her neck, halving her skin until the tears met the splits over her pussy and ass.

Then she simply dropped the empty halves, and the floppy wet hides collapsed under their own weight, pulling the remainders off her powerful legs.

Emma flexed her muscles and roared triumph, a naked crimson dragoness, tremendously sexual, born again and free.

Jessica had her face to the floor, her ass raised high. The tented skin over her thick butt was thin, white and stretched beyond capacity. "I'm hatching!" she screamed, her face still dripping with dragoness cum. A final inch of football thick blue tail burst out of her quivering rear, and her asshole ripped open, the skin tearing straight up to her rump and peeling back from her expanding blue buttocks.

Her anal orgasm must've been devastating. She squirted nearly three feet in the air, nearly collapsing on shaking weak limbs. Her anal transformation reverberated throughout her body, changing her deep inside. When she opened her eyes, though briefly, Emma could see the shimmer of beautiful silver irises.

Jessica pushed onto her hands and knees, new tail curling experimentally. "Oh my God, Emma. That was the best."

"I know," Emma said, her voice now huskier, deeper.

Across the classroom, some of the boys and a couple of the girls started unloading their own orgasms, creaming and cumming and sympathetically enjoying the pleasure of their transformations.

Jessica pushed up further. She looked at her hands, bursting open into claws, watching as the skin fell away like ruined latex gloves. "I'm beautiful," she muttered. She touched the claws to her face. "I'm in here."

"You'll come out soon," Emma said.

Jessica cupped her breasts and started to rub her nipples. Already, her breasts were easily D-cup and continuing to expand. "Fuck me, I love my breasts." She gasped. "Jesus."

Emma knelt down and set a breast before Jessica. The transforming girl immediately filled her mouth with that perfect beastly nipple, then pulled away--leaving a string of saliva--and jammed her face into Emma's deep cleavage, rubbing the slimy fluids on her face into Emma's tremendous breasts.

She pulled back, gasping. "Let's fuck," she said.

Emma stood, pushed Jessica down onto her knees, and went around behind her, facing their rears at one another. Then her tail wrapped up once around with Jessica's, and her tip slid down toward Jessica's sopping cunt.

When the tip touched her pussy, Jessica groaned and sought Emma's crotch with her own blue tail. Her breasts began to expand beyond the limit of her human skin, filling up faster and faster with her arousal. Their growing weight caused the outline of her stiff dragoness nipples to draw themselves on her thinning human hide.

Emma slid her thick tail a foot deep into Jessica's pink snatch, a deep, slick penetration. Jessica pushed back, sliding blue girth into Emma's slick crimson snatch, pushing aside the vaginal walls and filling her pussy out like an application.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster, they began to roll their hips, sliding in and out of each other's pussies, giving each other the intense satisfaction of penetration.

Jessica arched her back and shouted as the skin on her chest began to split open under pressure, her fat blue breasts exploding into the open air, wet and jiggling violently. The stretched outlines of her previous nipples could be seen on the flaps of skin hanging from her flanks; they were so small when compared to the tremendous puffiness of her new dragon tits.

As she squealed with joy, her face cracked violently, forming its first step on the road away from humanity.

Emma's tail was slicked in searing hot lesbian pussy, throbbing from the fuck. Her own cunny was pulsing, muscles squeezing tight with every pump--but for Jessica, the best was yet to come.

The skin split up Jessica's limbs. Her feet ripped open, soles bursting like seeds. Her face continued to stretch and strain, growing tighter and tighter. Beneath her back, something struggled through the first steps of growth--her wings.

But already they were nearing orgasm. Already, even as Jessica's neck cracked, premature to her final transformation, her human cunny was cumming one last time. She squirted onto Emma's tail. Emma groaned and squirted back, a weaker orgasm, a cooldown at the end of an intense sexual experience.

They separated, tails sliding out of pussies, and Emma rose to her feet. Jessica was still on her hands and knees, twitching as horns burst from her head, arcing back over her reshaping skull.

"You ate my pussy to make me change," Emma said.

Jessica was breathing heavily and couldn't respond. She merely nodded, her face growing tighter and tighter over an increasingly animal shape, tenting up over the beast inside.

"I'll hump your ass," Emma offered.

Jessica strained to speak. "Yes..."

Emma pulled her tail between her legs, catching the last few inches in her hands. Then she got down on her knees behind Jessica, and pushing her blue tail aside, she pressed the tip of her own crimson thickness against Jessica's dark blue asshole, down into the bottom of Jessica's slimy dragon ass.

"Fuck my ass!" Jessica shouted.

Emma pushed her tail up Jessica's asshole one foot deep in a single thrust. Jessica cried out in ecstasy. Emma got down on top of her lover, breasts pooling on Jessica's back, and got her dripping dragoness crotch up against her big blue butt. Then, rolling her hips, she began to buttfuck her mate.

It was the incident all over again, but no more hiding behind a lie. No more fake Emma and fake Jessica, having lesbian sex while claiming it was straight masturbation gone too far. This was an intimate, slow buttfuck, and it was theirs to enjoy together.

The sounds of wet, slapping flesh and human orgasms echoed through the classroom, a background to their consummation.

Emma grabbed Jessica's hips and humped her faster, pushing hard, smashing her buttocks deep against her pelvis. Her hot tail pierced the tightness of Jessica's sphincter--it filled the depths of her hungry dragoness ass.

Jessica was calling out with each pump now, voice growing louder and louder. Emma was finding herself increasingly aroused, building up the energy for one more release. Every buttfuck stroke caused Jessica's face to crack, to extend a little further. Her limbs grew larger. Her wings thickened.

Reaming Jessica's asshole was fucking the metamorphosis into her.

Jessica's pussy mound began to swell, filling out with smooth dragoness camel toe just underneath her hairy human snatch.

Emma was ready to cum. She had girly asshole squeezing her tail and lesbian butt rubbing on her wet queer crotch.

Jessica's asshole began to twitch, loosening and squeezing with every ass packing stroke. "My butt's gonna cum!"

"I'm going to cum on your butt!" Emma shouted.

"Do it, you fucking lesbo!" Jessica shouted, "Hump my asshole!"

Emma cried out, squirting one last slick load of female fluid onto her own tail and Jessica's slippery asshole. Jessica slid back deep, stretching herself out--then she came, squirting massively as her face exploded. She didn't wait for her maw to punch out; she reached up to her brow with her claws, dug in, and ripped down violently, peeling her human face off of the dragon as it pushed out of her head and burst into final form, skin sliding back like a busted sock.

Emma pulled out her tail, letting Jessica's gape slowly wink closed. Jessica hardly noticed, wriggling, her true head emerging from within her human skin, roaring while she cummed.

Emma got up. Jessica's back puffed up, then burst, skin shredding into tatters as her tremendous blue wings unfolded.

Emma stood back to admire the final rebirth of her lover. Jessica got onto her knees, grabbing the skin as it collected around her neck and ripping it in two, getting the tears to connect with her back and chest, forcing it to fall away.

"Show me your gay girl pussy," Emma called out.

Jessica stood and turned to look at Emma, still dribbling from her human snatch. Her empty skin was hanging in two halves at her hips, but it hadn't fallen away. There was one seal left.

Jessica stumbled towards Emma. "Get on your knees."

Emma knelt, and Jessica stood before her, taller now, and tremendously beautiful. "This is my pussy," Jessica said.

She reached into her cunt with all her fingers, grabbed hold of her labia with a tight grip, and ripped her human pussy in two in a single meaty pull, hairy human lips peeling back, dragon pussy bared and blasting girly cum instantly, a shower spraying out over Emma's crimson face and maw, drenching her dragoness head in the orgasm of lost humanity, of lesbian dragoness freed.

Jessica roared with joy.

Emma felt aftershocks in her pussy. Her heart flooded with love. She dove forward and pressed her maw to Jessica's dragon snatch, and she filled Jessica's hot vagina with her long dragon tongue.

For five seconds, while the orgasm finished, Emma ate her girlfriend's muff. Then she pulled away.

Jessica had already pulled off the last of her skin. The halves were dropped at her feet, two wet sagging empty skins that'd once secreted a lesbian beast inside them.

Emma stood and looked Jessica in her silver eyes.

They embraced, maws opening, lips touching. Their tongues wrestled through a long, sweet kiss.

The orgy around them was winding down. One man was idly tugging his cock. The rest were watching with satisfaction. They wouldn't really understand what'd happened to the girls, but they'd all found some kind of animal relief in that classroom.

Without a word of goodbye, Emma took Jessica's hand in hers and they ran to the door. She unlocked it and threw it open. They charged down a hall, burst through double doors at the back of the school. There was the parking lot ahead.

There was the bright blue sky.

Somewhere distant, by the street, the teacher stood with the principal, a policeman, and some other adults--maybe their parents were out there, watching from the crowd.

Good, Emma thought. If they are, they can see me one last time, and know what I really am. She took three running steps at top speed, wings spreading, and dove forward into flight. A second later, Jessica was behind her, and they circled on up towards the boundless clarity of open air, and all the winds that would carry them far away to their new lives together.