After an intimate night together, Greta and Chalce enjoy each other's company while discussing their relationship and future together. Later, they move on to the next trial where Greta is in for a rude awakening upon exiting the portal! ~~~ (This series is released 2+ months early on Patreon with Patron votes determining what happens in the next part! Sexy stuff starts in part 2; this one is mostly setup. Our MC will get turned into a girl and various different monster girls and such throughout the story)
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Greta stirred in the morning and let out a soft yawn. Where was she again? It took her a few seconds to get her bearings straight and realize there was a soft, warm body curled against her. Her cheeks immediately flushed as she realized Chalce had a leg around her with her face burrowed into her neck. With Chalce’s nightgown riding up, she clearly saw the fox woman’s silky, perfectly proportioned thigh.
“Hey. Good morning,” Greta said quietly, gently placing a hand on Chalce’s hip. Would it be okay to touch that perfect leg? She felt the warmth of Chalce’s body pressed against her, which resulted in warm tingling that spread through her nethers.
“Mmm… Grrrr…” The still sleeping Chalce grumbled as her ears folded down. Without warning, she opened her mouth and softly nipped the silvery-white cat girl.
“A-- ahh!” Greta squeaked as a shiver ran down her spine and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her. How primal-- how erotic. ‘Damn,’ she mused before sighing and trying to steady her breathing. There was something indescribably sexy about a gorgeous fox girl growling and nipping.
“I’m gonna eat you… You’re dinner,” Chalce sleepily mumbled, her fluffy tail swishing about and thumping the bed. She finally stirred and opened her eyes, finally realizing that she was viciously attacking her prey. “O-- oh!” She squeaked and pulled away in embarrassment, her eyes turning away. “”I-- I dreamed I was an actual fox hunting bunnies. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She worriedly inquired, looking at her mate with sad puppy eyes.
Greta blinked and stared at Chalce, taking in each and every nuance of her girlish body language. How could she possibly be mad at something so cute? “They were just gentle nibbles, I promise,” she weakly laughed, patting the alchemist on the head before scratching behind one of her ears.
“Mmmmm,” Chalce closed her eyes as a cheeky grin spread across her face, her precious fangs showing. “I don’t know why, but it makes me unreasonably happy when you scratch me like that,” she confessed.
“You’re too damn adorable,” Greta sighed, letting out a slight huff. “What am I supposed to do with you?’
Chalce turned beet-red and opened her eyes. “Am I only adorable because I’m a fox girl?” She asked innocently before puffing her cheeks with a slight huff.
“It’s mostly that cute face of yours along with your personality; I promise,’ Greta teased, offering a warm smile. It struck her that it was unusual for her to feel so at ease; even before the trials, and when she was her proper sex, she had always been a very tense and serious individual. Someone many would consider dour. Here she was, stuck in a sexy cat girl body and sharing a lesbian experience with a new friend, and her dysphoria suddenly seemed like so much less of an issue. ‘Should I be this content? Is something wrong with me?’ She mused.
Chalce giggled, leaning forward as she nestled against Greta. “You take me seriously… Male, female, or otherwise, you have been kind and have trusted in my abilities, even when my potions took away your autonomy.” Her expression became more serious as she spoke. “You’re also strong, smart, and reliable. Maybe I’m growing attached too quickly, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.”
This whole romance thing took Greta off guard; she hadn’t expected to be in a situation like this any time soon, but here she was. Now that they were in this situation together, she knew she’d have to consider Chalce’s thoughts and feelings very carefully. “Chalce. What is this?-- What do you want us to be?” She asked cautiously. “Is this just a temporary arrangement for you while we’re going through the trials?”
Chalce grunted and pulled away, staring into Greta’s eyes with an air of severity. “I’ve never been sexual with anyone before in my life. I’ve never kissed or anything like that.” She calmed, her visage softening. “I’m not good at seeing too far into the future, but I’m hoping you’ll keep me by your side far beyond the end of the trials. Why would I want anything else?”
Greta felt silly for asking such a question. “I’m sorry-- you’re right. I’m glad.”
“What about you? What do you want this to be?” Chalce demanded, her tail growing more animated as it flopped about.
“I’ve traveled alone for so many years. I’ve avoided friendships, companionship, and forming parties with others,” Greta quickly replied. Just as Chalce’s expression saddened, she continued speaking. “You made me realize I don’t want that any more. We can work out all the details down the road; let’s stay together-- for now, and for years and years into the future. As far as we can imagine,” she insisted. Without warning, she leaned in and playfully nipped Chalce’s neck.
“Eeep!” The alchemist squealed before giggling and wrapping her arms and legs around Greta. “You make a convincing argument. I would love nothing more,” she promised, nuzzling into her precious mate’s shoulder.
Greta held Chalce and closed her eyes, enjoying the serenity of laying in silence with someone she loved. ‘Wiat, love?’ She mused. Was this love? What else could it be, though; after their conversation just now, it seemed there was nothing else it could be. However, there was a preceding concern in the back of her head. She passively felt the warm tingle between her legs, and the way her breasts pressed against Chalce. At this moment in time, Greta was a woman; she was completely and utterly female
“Chalce…” Greta sighed, brushing a hand over the fox woman’s cheek. “When I’m male again, will you still want to be with me?” She asked, needing to know the truth. “Would you still be attracted to me?” Something about her own words felt awkward. When she was male again? What if she stayed female for the remainder of her life? What if she became male and ended up missing her femininity?
“Don’t worry,” Chalce promised. “I’m extremely bisexual; whatever form you’re comfortable in is perfect.”
A sense of relief washed over Greta while still leaving lingering confusion over her constant body issues. “Would you find it odd if I stayed female after the trials?” She suddenly blurted before she could stop herself. ‘Wait, what? That’s not what I meant to say!’
Chalce’s ears twitched as she tilted her head with a curious but warm expression. “Do you prefer being a girl?” She asked, cutting right to the point.
“N-- No! I mean…” Greta shook her head and sighed again. “It’s just a hypothetical. I want to be male again, but I guess I just want to know if it would be weird. Maybe if I’m stuck as a girl for another few months, I’ll get so used to it I won’t want to go back or whatever.” Wait, what? Did her words make any sense? Why should she ask such a hypothetical in the first place?
“Life is complicated,” Chalce stated simply. “You’re more than your physical sex; I would never judge you for any of that. Whatever body lets you spoil me and call me cute is perfect in my eyes,” she insisted with a slight chuckle.
‘How is she so damn sweet and understanding?’ Greta mused, shaking her head in disbelief. Knowing that Chalce wouldn’t judge her or treat her differently regardless of her future choices made her feel at ease. Chalce was safe; she was someone she could trust with her vulnerabilities and insecurities. That feeling of security only made the vixen more appealing.
“In that case,” Greta suddenly purred, adjusting as she sat up and pinned Chalce to the bed. “It’s time to return the favor.” With that, she pressed her lips hard against the startled fox, kissing her deeply as she slid a free hand under her nightgown and gently squeezed the woman’s inner thigh.
“O-- oh! Chalce squealed, her body lighting up with an insatiable heat. This wasn’t where she expected her morning to go. She felt Greta’s lithe fingers gently squeeze her inner thigh and brush close to her outer labia. In response, her vulva twitched and her vagina began the self-lubrication process.
Over the next few minutes, Greta stripped Chalce and lathered her perfect form with love, kissing her thighs, abdomen, and neck while touching her breasts and teasing her nipples. The way Chalce writhed, blushed, and let out cute little moans made her heart race. What a perfect being this fox was.
Chalce moaned with increasingly heavy breaths as her sensitive skin was ravaged by tender kisses and nipping. When her nipple was pinched and rubbed, an electric jolt shot through her chest while her pussy spasmed in response. Before long, she was grinding her hips into Greta’s skilled fingers, her clit pulsing with orgasmic waves as the fleshy nub was expertly rubbed.
They continued like this for the next couple hours, with Greta eventually pushing Chalce’s legs apart and moving in to press her tongue against her hot, steamy sexy. Lewd moans flooded the room as this continued, Chalce experiencing increasingly potent orgasms. When Chalce hit her limit, she turned the tables and pinned Greta down, wishing to once again show her a wonderful time.
When all was said and done, the lovers laid naked in bed, curled close to one another as they basked in the afterglow. Greta opened a single eye and admired how gorgeous Chalce was while slowly running a hand over her back. ‘Maybe it would be fine if things never changed,’ she mused before closing her eye and letting the thought go. There would be plenty of time for her to figure everything out.
~~~
Over a week passed when the group was finally ready to depart. The islanders threw them a going away party before they were finally led to an underground chamber where a pale green glowing portal awaited them.
Ingrid smiled. “I’m so glad you two were able to get so close while we vacationed. Let’s get through the rest of the trials safe and sound and stay friends far into the future, okay?” She said with maternal warmth.
“Of course. You’re a dear friend, Ingrid,” Greta promised.
Chalce nodded as well. “If you try to escape me, I’ll hunt you down and trap you in a giant bottle,” she insisted with a playful huff.
After some light banter and laughs, the three made their way into the portal, Greta stepping through first.
As usual, the process left Greta feeling as though she was falling through a vicious cyclone of wind, bright lights, and extraordinary color. All the while, her body creaked and felt stranger than usual; despite this, she paid it little mind and focused on not throwing up while in between planes of existence.
Eventually, Greta found herself on a forest floor. “Ugh…” She sat up and glanced around, feeling like something was horribly off. She was in some kind of meadow, with bountiful flowers, trees, and softly glowing nature spirits mingling amongst the other fauna. A striking crescent moon shined overhead, visible through the trees while the night sky appeared a deep, midnight purple in color. It was immediately obvious that she landed somewhere brimming with powerful nature mana; with her innate sensitivity to auras, she was nearly blinded before her eyes had time to adjust.
“H-- Hello, sir!” A high, feminine voice called.
Greta blinked and raised an eyebrow. Sir? Who was she talking to? Better yet, who was doing the talking?
“Over here!” The voice called again.
Greta turned to the left and almost did a double take upon seeing a tiny, doll-sized woman floating before her. She had tan skin, translucent purple-pink insect-like wings, and clothing that merely consisted of a green bikini top and bottom accented with gold. Colorful orange and pink flowers decorated the ties of her bottom.
“Sir! Are you a trial-goer? Please-- my people need your help!” She begged as a gentle breeze rustled her short green hair, staring intensely with her equally green eyes.
Greta saw the lake behind the fairy and realized they must have been at the forest’s edge. “Who are y--,” she began before stopping her tracks. He placed a hand over his thick, masculine throat, noticing the deep resonance of his voice. Quickly looking down, he saw the squared, male shape of his former body.
Nothing feminine remained, leaving Gareth wholly male and with a noticeable feeling of something hanging between his legs. Instead of relief, he felt a mix of fear, confusion, and other unidentifiable emotions. This was what he wanted, right? Why was he starting to panic? On top of that, why hadn’t Chalce and Ingrid showed up yet? They should have been here by now.
“My name is Mori… Please, sir. Come to my village with me; we are in desperate need of help,” she pleaded, failing to notice her supposed savior’s panicked state.