Zozafina's Day Out 9
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Zozafina's actions catch up to her as Purity returns!
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Zozafina lowers herself, plodding and plopping, her cock bouncing, her chest heaving, her moans rising higher and higher and higher. She pants and gasps and groans, overwhelming herself with pleasure as delight pearls up on her cock, dripping down as precum onto the still stomach of Baker.
And he is pretty still. The light of his vision is gone. His body is limp, and his breathing is gone. That means only one thing…
The door bursts open, and standing on the other side is a mannequin dressed in Baker’s traditional outfit. Though he has no face, he tilts his head, and a disapproving growl rises magically from his form. “What did you do to Purity?”
Zozafina doesn’t stop riding the cock, looking over her shoulder toward Baker, a manic grin on her face. “What, you won’t even let me finish my dessert? I’m going to give you a terrible review for that.”
The mannequin folds his wooden arms over his chest, tapping his wooden foot. “You are not a very willing client,” says the mannequin. I ask you to clean up and leave my store.”
Zozafina rises from the husk of Baker’s former body, her body coated in the chocolate discharge of the confectionery corpse before her. “Oh, is that you, Baker, dear? You hardly look scrumptious in that form. Why don’t you whip up something new and delightful for me to dine upon? Besides… this is what I’ve paid for.”
“I’m not kicking you out because of your terrible table manners, darling,” Baker retorts. He steps aside, and standing behind him, drenched and dripping and wearing only a towel wrapped around her body, is Purity.
“Oh, ho!” The dark elf says, pulling herself up to stand. “And did you enjoy your little trip, protector of the innocent?”
“Not particularly,” the magical girl grumbles, clinging her towel tight to her chest.
The sorceress snaps her fingers, and the former Baker Body shifts and rises, coalescing into her staff. “Now then, what did you do to my fine-scaled friend? You didn’t hurt her, I hope?”
“What do you care, you witch!?” Purity snaps, her face turning red. “That thing fuckin’ ate me!”
“And what an experience it must have been, hm?” She lifts the staff, pointing it toward Purity. “But that ‘thing’ is important to me, so if you’ve done anything to hurt them…”
Her eyes glow a bright red, and energy erupts from the staff’s tip, firing off and heading straight at the magical girl.
Purity places her hands together, a shield of purple energy dissipating the blast. It sends shock waves around, knocking back Baker and a few plates and cups, sending things clattering to the floor.
Despite the sloppy mess covering her body and outfit, Zozafina steps forward, becoming more concentrated on Purity.
Purity steps back, gritting her teeth, groaning as the power radiates out of her body and into her shield. She can’t hold her towel up, so it slips off her body, revealing herself before the disturbed and scattering customers.
“Be a good girl, and let me enchant you!” Zozafina spits.
Purity slips, her arm buckling under the pressure of the blast, the shield slipping out of the way. The energy strikes her, sending her flying, lifting her up into the air, and warping with such speed and power that finally, she lands on the ground, a bunny with a heart stamped on her breast, her nose and whiskers wriggling.
“Now, that is just adorable,” the sorceress cackles. She looks over her shoulder at the downed Baker. “Perhaps if I can pick up my snake, I can turn your hero back to normal, and we can forget all this unpleasantness.”
“I won’t serve an ungrateful guest like you,” Baker begins, his wooden faceless head turning up to look at her with a blank expression, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Not for someone so full of contempt for other people.”
Zozafina pouts. “Well, my dear Baker, whatever is this place but a testament to the devotion of decadent and deplorable delights? Perhaps you should have thought about the types of clients you thought you would have before you established your business model?”
The door rings with the arrival of a newcomer, a snake plopping on the floor and slithering in languid movements towards past customers, leaping out of its way, shrieking in confusion and terror.
Zozafina steps up to it, scooping her piece and letting it crawl along her arm. “Yes, I think we are quite through with this place. I think I shall bathe in my chambers, thank you very much.”
As she walks past the terrified customers, she points her staff at the Purity bunny, who has decided to hide under a chair. A moment later and her humanity is restored, sitting crouched underneath with wide eyes and her butt up in the air.
“Let this be a lesson to all of Anteronia!” Proclaims Zozafina. “I am the queen of transformation, and no one shall be able to stop me from doing as I please!”
With a prolonged and practiced laugh, she steps out the door, tossing her snake before her, making it grow into that monstrous worm that burrows its way into the ground. When it disappears, a platoon of guards stands poised with man catchers in front of her, shouting orders and commands. She only smirks and gives off a flourishing bow as the worm emerged from its hole and gulped her whole.