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Ariana groggily awoke to a funny feeling coming from between her legs. They felt... oddly wet. Perhaps even a little slippery. The room was still dark, and the tiny amount of light present was coming from the moon shining through the window veil. It was clearly not anywhere near time to get up, so she really didn't feel like paying all that much attention to a funky feeling that was barely bothering her. At least, that was until she felt something slip inside her.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up with a jolt. Spooked, she peeled back the bedsheets and rubbed her eyes to see what was going on, then peered down at her legs and blinked. Moments later, her mouth opened into the shape of a silent scream. She quickly let go of the bedcovers and instinctively scrambled backwards into the headboard, but the... thing, whatever it was, was still there. In the low light, it looked entirely nondescript, but she could tell it was slimy by the moonlight reflected on its slick surface. Worse yet, it appeared to be moving—specifically, it was moving deeper and deeper into her body through a particularly intimate hole.
It didn't help matters much that she could feel it inside her now, pulsing and pushing itself further and further. As it continued firmly embedding itself inside her vagina, it seemed to expand slightly, and the swelling rubbed up against her flesh and created an almost overwhelming sensation of fullness. Ariana was instinctively holding her breath in tension, too shocked and afraid to panic, but too worried and violated to admit the pleasurable, electric vibes its presence was inducing. As it nestled into her body, filling every nook and cranny, her clear-headedness began to steadily falter. Her breathing quickened, small gasps escaped from her mouth, and a vital need arose, driving her to probe her tingling equipment to just try and comprehend what was happening to her. Still, she was not willing to give in. She gritted her teeth and tugged her hands away, locking them behind her back, completely resolute and dedicated to resisting whatever terror was suddenly violating her.
And then she orgasmed.
It was sudden. It was total. It was completely terrifying, and it was incredible. Seconds ticked by. Maybe minutes, too. She couldn't tell, but it didn’t matter: it was bliss. A cascade of individual pinpricks of euphoria burst from deep within her comfortably filled crotch, washing over her like a warm blanket, entangling her in inescapable pleasure that blotted all else out of her mind. Legs kicked. Arms writhed. Fingers slipped inside her dripping hole, then flew out again to get at her aching breasts. She came, completely and thoroughly, and her surroundings slowly faded away until she was in a cocoon of liquid well-being.
And then, just like it started, it stopped. Eyes fluttered open once more, and she found herself slumped against a pillow, her sheets completely kicked off, leaving her legs and nethers completely and utterly exposed. She lifted her head warily to peer at the space between her thighs once more, but when her eyes focused upon her naked body, there was nothing there but a sticky, wet puddle of her own juices. She was empty. It had all been nothing more than a dream.
But one hell of a dream! she thought, shaking her head ever so slightly. She picked up her tousled sheets and pulled them back over her shivering figure, and before long, she was once again fast asleep.
The next morning was a haze. Ariana woke up to find herself with a stubborn headache and a jumbled set of memories of what had happened the night before. She forced herself to get out of bed, though she didn't stop to put on any clothes, and she stumbled into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She was unimaginably thirsty, and she downed the whole thing before finally turning to glance at the mirror on the wall. Something looked odd about her eyes. Her pupils were very wide, and her whites were especially pale. Stranger still, they had a glazed-over shine to them that seemed almost reflective, like the thin film of a soap bubble. She wondered if she might be getting sick.
It dawned on her that she was still naked, and she blushed a little, despite being completely alone in her small, one-bedroom apartment. Glancing down at herself, she was really something of a mess. Her nipples looked oddly puffy, and a mixture of fresh fluid and sticky residue coated the insides of her thighs. Last night's ordeal had left her oddly horny. Still with an aching head, she put down the empty glass and headed for the couch. Feeling a bit resigned, she sighed. If she was truly alone and had nowhere to be, why not get some simple relief?
Spreading her legs and slumping into the cushions, Ariana held up two nimble fingers and delicately stroked her engorged pussy lips. She’d done this so many times before, it was now practically second-nature. She circled the rim a few times, then gingerly dipped them within, smiling softly and breathing a sigh of contentment. That felt good. She began the slow self-tease, lightly brushing her clit and stimulating the folds of her labia, when she caught a whiff of a wholly unexpected fragrance. It was sweet but dense, like the smell of thick nectar, and yet it was alluring beyond belief, hinting at notes of a deep musk. The scent was breathtakingly erotic, and her body reacted faster than her mind, nudging her fingers deeper, starting to massage her breasts. A split second later, the smell reached her mind, and she realized it was coming from her.
The realization was confusing and scary, at least for a moment. What was happening to her? She felt like she should be worried, but there was nothing there. All she could admit to herself was how incredibly aroused it was making her. She wanted to make love to herself, to bury her own face in her lovely, sweet scent, to do nothing for the rest of the day but revel in pleasure. There was no room for her to consider confusion or worry. Even so, as she moaned sweetly for the first time, a thought crept into her head: Nadia was visiting her in mere hours.
Nadia was Ariana’s best friend, the only person she trusted with all her heart. In college, she’d been there through all of Ariana’s ups and downs. She was like a sister to her.
And now all Ariana wanted to do was fuck her.
She pictured the girl she knew all too well: petite, blonde, and soft-featured. Of course, in her mind’s eye, Nadia was nude. Specifically, she was kneeling in front of her, head between her legs, tongue lapping at Ariana’s dirty cunt and tasting her dripping sweet syrup. I love you, she would murmur, her innocent lover, and Ariana would whisper back…
“I love you, too… ohh~!” It wasn’t intentional, but she’d just uttered the words from her fantasy aloud. Her voice sounded a little different, she thought. A little breathier and a little huskier. Less girly, more womanly? It was sultry, that’s for sure. It was the voice of a girl who wanted to fuck and be fucked. In fact, perhaps it wasn’t all that far off from the voice of a—
“Slut.” Hearing the word aloud broke her out of her libido-fueled stupor. God, what the hell was she thinking? First of all, she wasn't gay. Second of all, Nadia was a childhood friend. The thoughts that had been racing through her head moments earlier were suddenly tainted with disgust.
And then she orgasmed. Again.
Looking down, she realized she still had most of her hand buried in her pussy. Both it and the table sitting a foot away were now coated in ample amounts of sticky, wet girljuice. It was gross… or so she told herself as she licked it off of her fingers. “Wow,” she mumbled to herself, her voice mostly returned to normal, “that really tastes as good as it smells.” Reluctantly wiping her hand on the cushion, Ariana forced herself to stand up, only to be greeted by a strange squish when her thighs sandwiched her impossibly plump pussy lips together, squirting a few more drops of fluid onto the floor. She giggled in spite of herself. It felt good, after all. She took a step forward, figuring it was time to wash off all this gunk covering her body, when she felt a small slap against the inside of her left leg.
She quickly twisted her head to look at what had bumped into her, and at first, she wasn't exactly sure. She saw something dangling down between her legs, but what was it? It was long, it was thin, and it was… fleshy? She grabbed it with her left hand and tried to pick it up to get a closer look, only to be greeted by an unexpected yanking feeling coming from the base of her spine. The sensation, paired with the realization of where this thing was dangling from, made it incredibly clear what she was holding: her own tail. This was new. Hypersensitive breasts? Pretty fun. Sweet-smelling, leaky genitalia? Perhaps rather questionable, but still pretty fun. A tail was a tad… concerning, at best. What was happening to her?
She stared at the new appendage and absentmindedly wriggled her tailbone, guiltily enjoying what it felt like to have a long-lost mammalian trait returned to her. But no, she was getting distracted again. Why did she have a tail? More importantly, why wasn't she panicking about it? She had to admit, it was kind of cute, though. Maybe Nadia would find it cute, too.
Ariana gulped. There were those feelings again. “I'm. Not. Into. Girls.” she told herself forcefully. Unfortunately, it was followed by a slightly different thought: I wonder if Nadia could be? She curled her tail around her leg and bit her lip. This was not going so well. She needed to take a cold shower.
Stepping into the small bathroom, she pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water. She needed to clear her head—nothing made sense, but she was too dazed to seriously react. She sat down on top of the closed toilet and picked up her tail to get a better look. Her tail. It was a weird phrase to think, she supposed, but it was definitely hers now, and honestly, she kinda liked it. If it weren't so darn weird, she would probably consider herself lucky. Instead, she was mostly just worried how she was going to hide it. The tail wasn't some stubby little thing, either: it was impressively long, though quite slender, and it comfortably reached the ground while she was sitting. She could control it easily enough, but she worried what it might do subconsciously while she wasn't focusing on it. After all, she thought, think about all the gesticulating people do when simply talking. Putting her worries aside for the moment, her attention returned to her surroundings, and steam was beginning to billow out of the shower. She was about to get up to step into the water when…
“Eep!” she squealed, tugging her left hand away. It was dripping wet and absolutely covered in her own juices. Talk about subconscious instincts! She hadn’t even noticed it, but she’d been playing with herself the whole time! Grimacing and preparing for the worst to come, she shook her head and tried to let her stressors go while she stepped into the cool water. She rinsed her sex-soaked hand and let the same, sticky fluid wash away from the inside of her legs. Ugh. She was a mess.
Ariana reached for the bottle of shampoo and squirted a daub into her hand, starting to work it through her hair. She took the time to massage her temples, already feeling completely exhausted just from constantly trying to resist everything that was happening to her (and still not quite succeeding). She worked the shampoo into a soapy lather and sighed, then proceeded to rinse it out, warm water flowing over her chest and back. A few beads of it rolled over her breasts, and others trickled around her lower lips. She shivered, trying hard not to think about it and reaching for the bottle of conditioner.
She held the bottle in her hands and swallowed. Her eyes wandered from the cylinder of plastic down to the rivulets of water teasing her nethers. No, not now... she needed to stay in her own head. She needed to fight this. She could not give in! But her nose twitched, her nostrils flared, and she realized she could smell herself. The scent was so incredibly strong, so incredibly overpowering, that she could feel it wash over her, second by second, and yet she was completely helpless to stop it. The water was cascading over her thighs, but somehow, the sudden torrent of thick molasses dripping out of her cunny was too much to simply wash away. She blinked. Why was it so thick? Why did it smell so good? And most importantly, why did she want to be fucked so incredibly badly?
Her eyes drifted back to the bottle in her hands, and in a few swift movements, splursh. It was buried within her slit. She moaned loudly and backed into the wall pumping it in and out like her life depended on it. She wanted it deeper. She wanted to be utterly filled, just as she felt in her dream last night (if it really was a dream). She was thrusting into it, driving it deeper and deeper, when suddenly, she stopped. She’d felt something. A sense of dread washed over her yet again, wholly anticipating some terrifying new development, and despite almost wanting to ignore it, curl up in a ball, and cry, Ariana took another look at what was happening to her crotch.
“Holy hell.” Her crotch was… well, there was no better way of putting it: her crotch was alive. Its lips had swelled to an enormous size, and they were pulsing and churning, effectively sucking the plastic bottle like it was a cock. Ariana was terrified. She could feel the muscles inside her snatch clenching and unclenching at a rapid pace, pulling the makeshift dildo inside her pulse by pulse, and what was worse, she could feel herself doing it. It would be so easy to tell herself that her vagina was doing it on its own, that she had no control over what was happening to her, but that would be a lie. The nerves lining her hole were very much connected to her mind, and she was egging them on. She didn’t want them to stop. She was desperately tugging with her disturbingly powerful vagina to fill the hole that felt so disappointingly empty.
While Ariana was watching her brand new organ happily consume what she'd forced into it, she’d been growing progressively more aroused by her own changing body, and before she knew it, her hands had flown to her nipples and were energetically massaging her warm breasts as the water streamed over her smooth skin. It felt so amazingly good to touch them, far more than it ever had, and it wasn't long before they started lactating, first in a small trickle, then turning into a solid, unbroken stream of hot, white milk. She felt like her whole body was enveloped in a cozy bliss—her surroundings faded away, and all she could feel was pleasure. But she wanted more.
Her desperate suckling on the insertion sticking out of her crotch was failing her—she needed it deeper, but she was too slippery, and her needy lips were too slick with her juices to pull any further. She needed to push it inside, but her breasts! She didn’t want to stop… it was too good to stop. But she needed more! And then she remembered: she had a tail! Suddenly growing even more excited, she lifted her fleshy tail and coiled it around the bottle, then eased it just a little bit further. It was too much. Ariana couldn’t contain herself any longer, and she peaked, pushing into an orgasm so strong, she was barely aware of what was even happening anymore. Milk splattered against the walls and shower curtain, and the sheer volume of the fluid ejected from her pussy would have easily dislodged the shampoo bottle were her tail not holding it in place. Instinctively, she clenched her vagina even harder around the tough plastic and practically gurgled a gasp of pleasure, nearly incapacitated by orgasmic climax.
An instant later, she felt the bottle violently lurch even deeper. She jerked her chin back down to look at what was happening, and the ridiculousness she saw happening in her crotch almost made her cum again. There was movement coming from inside her cunt, and one by one, tiny, cilia-like tentacles wormed their way until they completely lined the rim of her vagina. They were small—not much longer than a couple of millimeters, tops—but they were as sensitive as an average woman's clit, and they were happily tugging on the bottle until it was almost entirely inside her, only the tiny cap sticking out like a cute little protrusion. Ariana screamed in ecstasy as it was quickly slurped inside her, and she unraveled her tail, no longer necessary. The whole bathroom smelled like her pussy now, the sultry sweet scent of nectar and sex. She did not hesitate in taking her sticky, now free tail and slamming it into her mouth, its almost sickly sweet flavor enveloping her tongue and trickling down her throat. Her tail and her tongue intertwined, almost like she was french kissing herself, and it was absolutely magical.
Ariana sucked on the tail in her mouth and the bottle in her vagina, and she longingly wondered what it would be like if one (or both) of those were replaced by a cock. She started to wriggle the end of her tail and gently slipped it over her lips, sliding it in and out and licking it like it was the thick penis she wanted it to be. Mmm. These were good thoughts. Maybe if she’d been just a little more calm she would have been alarmed by her sudden extreme thirst to put a man’s flesh in her mouth, but honestly, at this point she was just relieved that she was fantasizing about men again rather than women. Well, okay, she was really just fantasizing about men’s cocks, but hey, close enough. Maybe she would bend over hand put her hands against the wall of the shower—ohhh, yes, just like that—and then something warm and thick would be thrust into her eager hole. She played with the bottle embedded in her snatch by exercising her new vaginal muscles: she turned it, tugged it in and out… it was fun, but it would be so much more so if it were alive! She was imagining how it would taste, embedded deep in her slimy cunt, when she paused. Taste? Oh god, she could taste… something. Her vagina was tasting the plastic of the conditioner bottle so firmly held by her strong grasp. Oooh, these new developments were so much fun!
She couldn’t take it anymore. Fingers buried in her soft breasts, Ariana came, and as she did, the bottle seemed to rocket out of her vagina and slam against the shower wall, tumbling to the ground with a loud series of clanks and clunks. Her tail slapped against the inside of her thighs, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, panting and squealing in orgasmic moans. She fell to her knees, the water splattering over her back, parting around her tail and pooling around her legs and feet. She sighed. She had no idea what had happened to her, but at this point, she felt too good to care. Everything about her felt hypersensitive, even just the warm, wet air mixed with the smell of her wonderful pussy made her vaginal muscles twitch, and she felt a warm feeling slither across her stomach. She glanced down, and this time, she just grinned. Hanging out of her pussy were four slick, hot tentacles.
“Holy hell, I’m a monster,” she said, shaking her head. She tasted her sticky flesh with her tentacles and stood up happily, the cilia around her vagina rippling pleasantly. She felt good. Great, actually. She was buzzing with a feeling of excited arousal, even after just orgasming twice, but it didn’t bother her. She took a final lick of the fluid on her thighs before retracting her tentacles back inside her pussy and reaching for the soap—she needed to get all cleaned up for Nadia!
About one hour later, there was a knock on Ariana’s apartment door.
She picked herself up from the couch and smoothed out the folds of her skirt, taking care to keep her tail carefully tucked between her legs. Part of it rubbed against her engorged pussy lips as she stood up, and she shivered. Shifting her tentacles ever so slightly and carefully giving her body a quick once over, Ariana took a deep breath and opened the front door.
“Ariana!” came a cheery voice.
“Nadia.” Ariana was beaming, and her voice was warm and welcoming. She held the door open and let the young woman step in. “Here, let me take your things,” she offered, picking up the girl’s backpack and putting it in the corner. “Come,” she said firmly, relishing the double meaning of the word as it left her lips, “I want to know how you’re doing!”
Nadia smiled at Ariana and quickly stepped over to the couch, trying not to stare. Something about her was… really exciting. She had really grown up! It hadn’t been that long since they’d seen each other, but Nadia knew something had changed about her college friend.
Ariana stepped into the kitchen and fetched two glasses of water, letting her tail swing freely while it was hidden behind the counter. She was so excited. She knew her scent had completely filled the apartment air, and she didn’t know exactly how Nadia would react, but she was eager to find out. Tucking her tail underneath her once more, she handed her friend one glass and took a seat beside her, not too close, but close enough so that Nadia could get a good look.
Nadia took a sip of water and shook her head. Ariana is really stunning, she thought to herself, feeling a little weird and not quite able to pinpoint why.
“So,” Ariana piped up, “how’ve you been?” Her voice was wonderfully inviting, like a cozy blanket next to a warm hearth.
“I, uh... I’ve been good,” she blushed, wondering if she was suddenly damp or was just imagining things. What was up with her all of a sudden? She took a deep breath, then shivered. That had just made things worse. For some unexplainable reason, Ariana smelled really good.
“Oh, that’s great,” Ariana practically purred, scooting closer towards her friend. “That’s really wonderful.” She took a deep breath herself, and she noticed that she could smell Nadia back, even through her own flowery scent. Oh goodness, she’s already wet, she giggled to herself, drinking in the pleasant smell of another girl’s leaky sex.
“I, um... yeah.” She shook her head and blinked. “Yeah, the job’s been going well, and living on my own’s been nice.” She glanced at Ariana’s warm, inviting eyes and quickly looked away. “It, ah, does get a bit lonely sometimes,” she admitted softly. She hadn’t really meant to say that, but sitting next to her old roommate, she realized she kinda missed this.
“Mmm, I understand,” Ariana cooed, placing a warm hand on Nadia’s thigh. She was so sopping wet herself, and she slithered out her tentacles just a bit to try and prevent her pussy from drooling all over the couch. “I’ve been feeling a little lonely, too, I admit,” she murmured, her voice smooth and comforting without a hint of uncertainty. “Though living alone has let me… learn a few things about myself,” she said, enjoying the sultry notes creeping into her tone.
Nadia was sure she was wet now, and the hand on her leg was making her squirm just a tad. “O–oh?” she stuttered. “W–what do you mean?”
“Well,” Ariana began, “maybe you can tell,” she said with a seductive grin. “Notice anything different about me?” As she said that, she let her tail unravel and slip up behind her beneath her skirt.
“W–well, yes,” Nadia admitted. “You’re definitely more, um… more at ease than I think I’ve seen you in a long time.” She blushed again at the feeling of Ariana’s fingers gently rubbing her thigh.
Ariana laughed, and her laugh was warm and melodic, like the call of a songbird. “Haha, well, that is certainly true.” She withdrew her hand and relished in the slight twitch of disappointment that Nadia tried to hide, but Ariana knew better. “Nadia,” she said slowly, almost whispering now, “I’ve started dating girls.” It was a total lie—Ariana hadn’t felt any attraction to other girls until this morning—but she spoke the words like the most confident lesbian in the world.
Nadia bit her lip. Ariana? Dating other women? She’d never done that before, ever! I mean, really, she hadn’t done much dating at all, now that she thought about it. But her best friend, a lesbian? Well… she had to admit she felt a twinge of something. What was she feeling? C–could it really be… jealousy?
“I’m sorry if that was a bit sudden, Nadia—” Ariana apologized, but Nadia cut her off.
“No.” Her face went crimson. “I–I just mean to say that… I’m really happy for you.” She felt like her skin was on fire, she was so flushed.
“I know it’s not your thing,” Ariana continued nonchalantly, her tail twitching in anticipation, her tentacles pressing open her lower lips to better spread her scent into the air, “so I don’t mean to make it awkward. I just… have really enjoyed everything about it. I never thought of myself as gay, but now I wonder why. Women are so smooth, so soft…” She turned back to face Nadia. “And they really just smell so nice.”
Nadia involuntarily whimpered. “Ariana, my god, what are you trying to do to me?” The smell, the look… was Ariana coming on to her? She must have planned all this out, given her confident forwardness, her nice perfume… and the worst part was… it was working.
“I’m not trying to do anything, dear,” Ariana said innocently. “I’m just sitting here, talking to you.” She finally let the tip of her tail peek out from underneath her skirt and feel the cool air against its flesh. “All I know is that ever since you’ve walked in here, you’ve been soaking a hole in those panties of yours.”
Nadia looked aghast. How did she know? And yet… there she was, staring back at her, her cute curls framing her face so nicely, just looking so sweet and inviting. How had she not noticed this before? Had she been unable to see her own feelings until Ariana confessed hers? Was this Ariana’s way of trying to help her?
“It’s alright,” Ariana continued, not skipping a beat, “believe me, I won’t judge.” Her voice was still just incredibly warm and tender. “I’d have to be blind not to have noticed how you were looking at me, though,” she said with a coy smile.
Nadia didn’t know what to say, or even what to feel. She took another deep breath, inhaling another dose of Ariana’s sweet smell, and she began to feel hot, and even a little light-headed. “This is all too much—” she stammered, taking a gulp of water to try and calm down. She felt a warmth on her calf and gasped a little when she realized Ariana had pressed her leg against hers.
Ariana picked up Nadia’s hand and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t know if it means anything,” she said softly, “but I think you’re super cute.”
Nadia melted. Ariana really did like her, and she didn’t know how to feel about that, but her whole body was reeling, and right now Ariana’s warmth felt pretty good. She was unsure of these feelings, but she knew that she wanted this touch; in fact, she wanted more of it. She looked up at Ariana’s familiar face (had it always been so adorable?) and felt her whole body tremble.
Ariana stroked Nadia’s cheek and nodded. She didn’t say a word, but in that moment, Nadia felt safe in her arms. Ariana bent down, her skin rubbing against the shivering girl’s body, and she placed her lips against hers.
Oh my gosh we’re kissing, Nadia thought to herself, unsure if this was all really happening. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips tighter, her heart pounding. It all felt so surreal, but she couldn’t deny something: she was suddenly, unexplainably, madly in love.
Ariana’s lips were surprisingly wet, and her saliva seemed strangely sweet on Nadia’s tongue. It smelled nice, it tasted nice, and it even tingled a little on her soft skin. Ariana pushed her body closer to her friend’s, and to Nadia’s surprise, she felt a warm tongue pushing its way between her lips into her mouth, but she didn’t resist. Ariana’s tongue touched hers, and the thick syrup drizzled into her mouth, a few drops seeping into her throat. Nadia’s head started to go a little fuzzy, but she felt so wonderfully safe and warm, and when she felt Ariana’s bust against her own, she just wrapped her arms around Ariana’s back and eagerly licked the inside of the other woman’s mouth. She tasted so good, and Nadia just wanted more.
Ariana’s tongue seemed to stretch and grow inside Nadia’s mouth, and it inched its way towards her throat. A thought crossed Nadia’s mind, idly concerned she might have trouble breathing, but even as Ariana’s thick, wet tongue oozed its way into her throat, she didn’t gag. Her eyelids drooped, and she started to feel a wave of cool relaxation wash over her. She felt like she was falling into a deep trance, yet she was anything but numb, and every inch of her body seemed to hunger for touch. She felt something warm and slick slither over her stomach, but she didn’t want to pull away from Ariana to see what it was, even as another sticky tendril wrapped around Nadia’s right thigh.
Ariana felt Nadia’s legs wrap around her waist to get a better grip, and she took the opportunity to move her vagina-tentacles lower. They weren’t nearly dextrous enough to unbutton Nadia’s shorts, but they were flexible enough to slide underneath them, and Nadia just shuddered as she felt two of the sweet-smelling appendages worm their way underneath her panties and tease apart her pussy lips. She swallowed another gulp of the delicious fluids dripping off of Ariana’s tongue, and she idly started to rub her heels against the woman’s back. Nadia’s legs felt strange, and her feet felt heavy, but as