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There was no time to react.  Full of adrenaline, Chris was about to scream in horror when she heard a familiar, faint whisper in the back of her head.  On instinct, her scream of terror turned into one of sheer determination.

“Vess ach’tal!!!”  She yelled, holding her hands up as if to intercept the impending shockwave.

It was over in an instant; the sounds of crying and fear flooded the street as civilians looked about in confusion and checked on their loved ones.

“W-- what happened?”  Rodrick stammered, scanning the area around him before peering up at the sky.  “There was a burst-- and then nothing.”  His eyes turned toward Chris as he eyed his dear friend curiously.  “You yelled something… Were you the one who stopped it?”  He was certain he heard her say something that sounded like a spell-- or at least some type of gibberish he had never heard her say before.

Chris stood completely bewildered.  Some street lamps were blown out, and there appeared to be a small amount of concussive damage, but it appeared to stop at the edges of the street.  ‘Did I stop it?’ She wondered, placing a hand on her head as she shook her head in disbelief.  If so, what would have happened if she was half a second later; would they be dead right now?

“D-- Does anyone know what happened!?”  A woman shouted, cradling her sobbing young child.

“I don’t know. There was an explosion I think, but we’re all okay,” another man replied as others chime in.  Many were still too shocked to move, while others were busy comforting terrified loved ones.

A wave of exhaustion overwhelmed Chris, her stamina quickly draining.  She suddenly felt as though she’d ran a marathon, her bones and muscles aching and burning. “I-- I don’t know…  I don’t feel good, though,” she muttered, taking a shaky step forward.  Her vision went blurry and the ground was suddenly fast approaching. Before she could process that she had fallen over, a strong pair of arms wrapped her from behind.

“W-- woah, Chris!”  Rodrick quickly caught his dear friend, holding her to his body.  “What happened?  Did you get hurt?”  He asked with great concern, quickly glancing Chris over to look for injuries.  Maybe she hit her head.

“J-- just-- tired…”  She grumbled, taking slow breaths.  “Please, let’s go home,” she insisted, desperately clutching Rodrick’s shirt with trembling hands.

Rodrick nodded and quickly scooped Chris into his arms, holding her carefully.  “I don’t want you falling over; please leave it to me,” he said gently as he walked briskly away from the gathering crowd.

Chris felt herself easily lifted and felt incredibly small.  ‘It takes him zero effort to lift me…  Being female is weird,’ she sighed and closed her eyes.  Her awkwardness wasn’t a priority, though, and she soon passed out into a deep slumber.

As Chris slept, she was met with strange dreams.  She walked through the misty woods at night, staggering as her bare feet brushed against the dew-covered grass with each step.

“Where am I?”  She grumbled as she looked around with a feeling of uncertainty.  A cool breeze caused her to shiver and glance down, soon realizing she was completely naked.  For somereason, that fact didn’t bother her too much.

After traveling a little farther, a slight, burning throb assailed her nethers, followed by her nipples hardening.  “Ahh…”  Her cheeks flushed as she recognized this sensation to be arousal.  The sky quickly cleared, revealing a full moon and a starry sky.

“I have to keep moving,” she told herself, attempting to ignore her mounting primal urges while trudging onward.

By the time she reached a clearing, her vulva was soaked through with viscous fluid and fantasies of having her tension relieved flooded her mind.  She envisioned someone feminine holding her from behind, squeezing her breast while sliding a finger between her folds and rubbing her clit in slow circles.

“I’ll take care of you,” a feminine voice purred.  As if on cue, Chris felt warm breasts pressed against her back while a dainty hand traced down her abdomen and inched toward the cleft of her aching sex.

“Y-- Yes, please…”  Chris begged, spreading her legs to allow easier access.  When the mysterious woman’s fingers brushed lower, Chris felt the space where her cock and balls once hung, which was now smooth and soft.  For reasons she couldn’t explain, knowing that her pussy lay in wait only inches lower made her even more aroused. ‘My-- my pussy…’ She thought to herself as her folds were spread apart and a finger brushed against her clit.

Pleasure bubbled within the sensitive nerve bundle as Chris let out a small moan, her lips curling into a smile.

Without warning, another hand appeared from behind and cupped her sensitive breast, giving a slight squeeze before pinching her nipple.  “Ahhh!”  Chris squealed as an electric jolt shot through her chest.  After a few seconds of basking in bliss, she realized something amiss.  While the hand pleasuring her was feminine, the one teasing her breast was large and muscular.

“Both of us will take care of you; please don’t worry,” a decidedly mascuoline voice purred.

“Leave it to us,” the feminine voice replied.

“Mmm-- ahhhhh!”  Chris squealed, arching her body as her hips pushed against the fingers.  A more powerful clitoral orgasm rippled through her genitals, causing her pussy to quiver and her legs to tremble.  All the while, the pleasure was amplified by the skillful fingers pinching and massaging her sensitive tit. Did it matter if one of the hands was masculine?  The voice it belonged to was warm, and he was very gentle.

She grinded her hips back and forth, pressing her quivering vulva against the delicate fingers as a hot, pleasant tingling enveloped her pussy.  Despite feeling good, she found herself growing uncertain.  Why was she so okay with the male hand?  No, it was more than that.  She found that she preferred having both hands the way they were.

“You’re so pent up.  Don’t you have friends who can help you?”  The female voice cooed.

“Masturbation alone is simply no fun,” the male voice responded.

“I-- ooooh…”  Chris moaned as feminine ecstasy overwhelmed her, infusing her body’s every cell with the essence of pure bliss.  Nothing ever felt this good in her old body.  While she missed being male, it was hard to deny that this body had at least some advantages.

The two voices reassured her, whispering sweet words into her ears.  It was okay for her to give in and enjoy herself; she ahd beent through something traumatic, so why not unwind and allow herself to reap the benefits?  Despite this, something about this sexual encounter felt strange; maybe not wrong per se, but definitely unusual.

“Ooo--mmmmm…”  Chris cried as the most potent orgasm yet racked her supple, feminine frame, causing her to see white.

“Ahhh!”  Chris’s eyes shot open as she blinked in confusion and looked straight up at the dimly illuminated ceiling fan.  She panted while trying to get her bearings straight; where was she?  What happened?  She touched her forehead and quickly determined she had sweat quite a bit overnight.

She briefly recalled the incident while out with Rodrick, and how she must have passed out after he scooped her into his arms.  “What was that?”  She murmured, recounting the great boom and the spell she apparently cast to stop it.  Realizing she was in her own room, she made a mental note to thank Rodrick for carrying her so far.

As she began to sit up, she suddenly gasped when a hot throb assailed the space between her legs. It only took a moment for her to realize she was completely wet; there was no way sweat alone caused her loins to feel so sticky and moist.  Her cheeks reddened as she recalled the dream, her nipples hardening in response.  What was that dream, exactly?  Why had there been a man and woman pleasuring her?  The details were already hazy, but she remembered the bullet points.

“Ugh…”  She pulled her blanket away and laid back, carefully adjusting her tail so it stuck from under her.  Before proceeding, she noticed the appendage felt longer and fuller than before. ‘I’ll worry about that later.’  With a sigh, she laid back and slid a hand over her left breast, giving her nipple a slight pinch.

“Mmmm,” she mumbled, closing her eyes tight as a warm shock pulsed through her breast, her clit and vagina twitching in response.  That simple action stoked the embers of hormonal lust that bubbled within, her heart and breath rates immediately rising.  Maybe she hadn’t been performing enough self-exploration; this was her body, so why not enjoy it more often?  It wasn’t like turning female magically erased her sex drive-- a fact beoming more evident with each passing day.

“Female bodies are something else.”  It was no wonder Gretchen always appeared to enjoy their sexual encounters so immensely.

Without further delay, she dipped a hand between her thighs and spread the sticky folds apart, shivering as cool air enveloped the moist pink flesh.  “Mmmm…”  She pressed a shaky fingertip over her clit and moved in slow, steady circles while her chest raised and fell with her increasingly hot breaths.

The experience was vastly different from masturbation as a man; it was as if all the nerves of her cock and condensed into one concentrated point and then multiplied many times over.  As she stroked her writhing clit, her vagina twitched and contracted, filling her with a sensation of unyielding emptiness.  “Ahhhh!”  An orgasmic burst cascaded through her pussy, washing over her legs and lower abdomen.  Unlike her experiences as a man, she could keep going; a single orgasm wasn’t enough to stop a woman’s self-pleasure session.

When her vagina convulsed once again, she squirmed and pressed her legs together, pulling her hand back.  What was she supposed to do about that?  The very part of her anatomy she had been ignoring: a hot, steamy hole nestled between the folds at her vulva’s base.  What would it feel like to be filled?  To orgasm from there?

She tightly closed her eyes and lay hesitantly, weighing her options.  Maybe she could just ignore the yearning and continue to rub her clit; she knew for certain that the experience would feel wonderful.  Then again, what was she hiding from?  Ignoring her pussy wasn’t going to make it go away.  Did she plan on spending the rest of her life without exploring her anatomy any further?

“It’s-- it’s my body…  This is me,” she reminded herself.  She took a deep breath and steadied her resolve.  With her inverted genitals still somewhat foreign to her, she felt like an explorer on a new frontier.  What would she find in the mysterious depths of her own steamy privates?  There was a cave worthy of investigation just waiting for her to take the plunge.

She spread her legs and dipped her hand into the inkwell, shuddering as her digits easily glided through the warm, slick labia.  She slid past her clit and urethra, finding a tight opening buried a little deeper near the bottom of her vulva. ‘This is it, right?  W-- wait, of course, it is,’ she had explored female anatomy plenty of times in her life when it belonged to someone else.  After a moment of brief hesitation and biting her lip, she pushed a single finger inward.

“Ohh-- ahh…”  She trembled as her vagina relented, allowing her finger to penetrate the tight, slick hole.  “Ahhh…”  Her breath rate picked up as adrenaline coursed through her.  A primal instinct screamed for her to go deeper-- to fill herself more fully.  She relented and obeyed, gradually slipping her index finger in up to the second knuckle.  What a bizarre sensation that was; she distinctly felt the contours of her own finger within the walls of an orifice she had no experience with.

The feeling of having something within her was almost overwhelming.  When she wiggled her finger and slid it in a little deeper, her pussy involuntarily contracted and gently spasmed, causing her insides to tingle while viscous fluid seeped through her birth canal and lubricated the invader.

“H-- holy shit…”  She felt a deep, budding tension within her vagina.  Remembering what Gretchen enjoyed, she adjusted slightly and curled her finger, applying pressure to the outer wall where she knew the G spot to be.

“Hnng-- oooh, fuck…”  She grunted, grasping the bed sheet in her left hand.  How could her vagina be so damned sensitive!?  Her finger wasn’t exactly thick and she had barely gotten started, but the mounting pressure within her felt entirely overwhelming.  Adrenaline surged ferociously, with every instinct urging her to slide another finger in-- to pull in and out, to rub harder and faster.

Visions of Gretchen moaning as Chris penetrated her filled her mind.  She remembered the sight of her vagina stretching apart to take in her cock, and how pleased Gretchen appeared and sounded as her pussy pulsed and spasmed around the hardened length.

Before she realized what she was doing, she added her middle finger, arching her body upward with a low moan.  It was so tight-- too tight.  A small amount of pain welled within her sensitive vaginal walls as she attempted to slide the second finger in all the way. ‘It won’t fit-- ahh- it can’t…’ How could women take a big, thick cock when just trying to get two fingers in seemed impossible?

She remembered hearing how sex was much more pleasurable for women when they relaxed.  After taking a few slow breaths to steady herself, she started to relax.  Her tight vaginal muscles loosened just enough and Chris was able to slip the second finger in.  Now, she truly felt the tightness; her pussy strained to accept the added girth and the deep, unending pressure within her mounted further.

A plethora of emotions surged through her as she experienced vaginal penetration for the first time.  For one, she was in awe of the sensation of being filled-- to have her pussy tingle and writhe while new, alien sensations assailed her insides.  Her more primal side also confused her.  Why did she feel such a sense of fulfillment and wholeness along with the warm, tingly tension?  Despite her slight reservations, she curled both fingers to reach her g spot, unable to back out after coming so far.

CHAPTER END

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