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Slow Burn
🕑 Added 2021-08-03 22:58:45 +0000 UTCFrom the wonderful and amazing Navajas/Gala comes this beautiful piece of art from Slow Burn.
Funny story. The "caption" text is nearly half the size of the entire Slow Burn story. I literally have no idea how that happened since Slow Burn is a pretty long story at 10k words. So, uhh, I hope you like it!
The shielded walls, marked with glowing runes, bathed the bathroom in eerie light. Runes pulsed rhythmically as the pair stood within the chest cavity of an enormous hellbeast. Fatma could hear the beat, timed as it was to the steady thrum of her own heart.
Nora stood transfixed in the center of the bathroom. Her eyes focused into the distance and her lips were parted as she breathed shallowly in a trance-like state. A white aura surrounded the girl, streaked by pink and dark, coppery brown. Invisible to her own eyes but Fatma stared at it as she paced around her friend.
While her father had guided her to Ms. Maiben's home on that fateful day, it had been Nora's curiosity that doomed her. That created her. Merged her with the demon inhabiting the bottle until there was no ending or beginning to either of them. They were one.
She accepted who she was now. She basked in her new powers and the freedom of her body. The pleasures she felt were unlike anything she'd known before and she'd only just touched the surface of the experiences yet waiting for her.
The anger left behind by her damnation was an echo of her human remains. She'd punished her father by feeding from him in a reflexive action that seemed ridiculous to her now. Not the feeding, no. She only wished she'd finished what she'd indulged in twice. She'd fed from anger and spite where now she knew she would take because she wanted it and no more.
What a small, fragile, laughable thing she'd been.
Fatma reached out. The tip of her nail touched Nora's nipple and the other girl moaned quietly without moving. The nipple hardened instantly, but the girl's expression didn't change despite her gasp of pleasure. Fatma walked, tracing her finger around to her back and then down, between her shoulder blades to the waistband of her blue jeans. Her nail scraped flesh, bumping lightly over the girl's recessed spine. Magic filled the room as she toyed with the girl's soul, remaking her in delicate, intricate touches from a thousand imperceptible tendrils of her own soul. Twining the girl's fate to hers. Marking her for any who had any sense of the supernatural. Nora groaned in return.
The mirrors above the sinks showed their simple reflections. Fatma looked at herself, at the form she wore in this reality. Not just illusion but a true form even if she could feel her wings wrapped around her body in a dimension that was barely fractions of a nanometer separate from the one Nora inhabited.
She'd always been envious of Nora's perfect body even as she'd quietly told herself it made her friend look like a whore. It was a thought that she'd immediately struck down and regretted whenever it had come to her in the past - unbidden and unwelcome. Her father's words and prejudices, and those of their community.
The mirror reflected her own expansive of smooth stomach beneath a shirt pulled tight over her larger breasts. She felt their weight and her arms brushed against their curves whenever she moved. Her narrow waist swelled out to hips that her pants strained to contain, but no panty lines showed. Her lips curled into a sly smile when she glanced up to her breasts once more and to the obvious bumps of her nipples, perpetually erect now. She could easily form whatever outfit she wanted, but wearing her old clothes amused her.
Fatma walked around her friend, her finger still touching Nora's body until she opened her hand to lay her palm against the other girl's breast, caressing her lightly. She could feel Nora trembling in place. The girl was perched on the metaphorical tipping point. Her aura flashed red and black now, in time with the runes surrounding them. In time with Fatma's heartbeat.
She knew it would take nothing to assume her true form. A simple relaxing of a mental muscle would remake her before anyone could blink.
She stepped back until she felt the sink behind her. Fatma placed her hands against the edge while growling with a sensuous groan. She raised her head while licking her lips and her shirt lifted to show her hardened ab muscles. A hungry smile, full of teeth, spread over her face when she looked back down at her friend. She reached out to touch her fingertips against Nora's throat before sliding them up to her chin while cooing softly.
"My pet," Fatma said, sneering when her nails lengthened to short claws that nicked the other girl's skin.
Fatma purred while sliding her tongue back and forth against the roof of her mouth. She placed her hand against her nose, closing her eyes when her nails pushed away from her fingers, growing darker and darker until they soaked in the overhead light. Blood leaked from the corners of her eyes as she pulled her claws down her face.
Her tongue slipped through the v-shape in the middle of her fingers, stretching as the tip split. Mauve tinged the pink of her tongue when it flicked and coiled, wrapping around her middle finger until she pulled it away. The individual papillae raised into short, fleshy spikes as the coloring brightened slightly to a dark violet.
She allowed the changes in pieces, savoring the way they twisted her body. In front of her, Nora whimpered but continued to stand frozen in place.
Veins broke in Fatma's eyes, angry and red. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned again while her hand slid further down her body, claws scoring her throat and down further to her breast. She hissed, showing her teeth. Enamel flowed around her canines and bicuspids, dragging them down to sharp points more resembling fangs that dented her soft lips.
Blood filled Fatma's cheeks, tinging them with a dusky blush that spread and brightened until it nearly matched the trail of blood coursing down from her eyes. Her pupils compressed vertically before widening into narrow ovals.
Her tail was coming. She could feel the impatient bones writhing within her back and hips, anxious to grow to match her true form. Fatma managed the bleed-over from the other dimension with an as-yet inexpert touch. She hissed when bones cracked low in her back and skin bulged over her tail. The tip grew clublike and she smiled through the pain when she remembered her first time with it. Thrusting inside of her, huge and thick, blood and her cum mixing together as she took her own virginity. Now it curved and she spread her legs, excited to feel its touch once more.
Weight pulled briefly at her forehead when skin split to show the growth of her horns. She ignored it, staring at Nora while focusing on her tail - pushing and guiding it to her dripping pussy. Sensations were dull along its length but she felt ridges growing, pushing against the surrounding skin as they grew into short spikes that sawed against her pants, tearing them and then splitting the back completely. Her tail, wrist-thick now, bent near the base as it pressed through the new gap.
Fatma's claw sliced the neckline at the front of her shirt and she continued to pull her finger down until her cleavage showed. Scarlet flooded her skin, perfect and smooth and bright as it spread over her breasts. The tear widened when her already larger breasts swelled. Her dark nipples slid against the fabric and she smirked at Nora before hissing and moaning. The split in her shirt traveled down, freeing her massive breasts until the shirt hung loosely against her body.
Spikes of pain tore through her back. Fatma cried out in pleasure. She gripped the sink behind her once more, scoring the surface with her claws until corded muscles stood out in her forearms and the sink cracked under the pressure she exerted. Her shirt pushed back when black talons emerged from her back, spreading her flesh apart with trails of blood tracing a line down her exquisite body.
In the other reality, her full wings arched back to mimic the positioning of her fledgling growths as bones cracked and lengthened with wet skin drooping from the frames of her new wings.
Seams burst from her pants, tearing at the sides to show thick thighs expanding to match her increasing size. Black hairs pierced the red skin covering her calves as the pants continued to rip with tiny popping explosions until they fell to the floor around her. Her tail, completely free now and still growing, lashed behind her. It lifted in an s-curve before striking down to shatter the sink behind her. Water sprayed before bursting into steam that slowly began to fill the room. Droplets glistened on Fatma's naked body.
Hairs continued to grow over her lower legs until they were dense enough to be called fur. She stepped out of her shoes and socks before wiggling her toes while her expanding wings waved slowly behind her. Pink showed briefly on her blood-red feet when the skin stretched. Her toes pushed away from her ankles, forcing her up to the balls of her feet while the nails overwhelmed her toes.
The tips of Fatma's curved horns brushed the ceiling tile when her hooves took shape. She stomped one foot and then the other and they cracked, splitting in twain while consuming flesh in a race to meet the fur spreading down her elongated feet.
"I'm free," she whispered, closing her eyes as the transformation slowed.
Despite the changes she witnessed, Nora held her position a few feet in front of the bathroom stalls. Her eyes trembled as if trying to focus on Fatma or the room around her but magic kept her tightly in place. Fatma could feel the girl inside her head now that she'd linked their souls together. The infinitesimal space she occupied showed a bundle of nerves and emotions and surface thoughts available to her. She could calm the girl's fear and introduce excitement into what was coming, but she decided, instead, to let her experience what was coming in her raw state.
The work she'd done earlier tweaking and modifying the girl's aura lay centered above Nora's belly button in a complicated multicolored knot. Her connection to life, where she'd been tethered to this reality within her mother's womb. The point of creation now corrupted by magic Fatma learned from the devil sharing her soul.
She reached out while staring into Nora's eyes. Locked in as the girl was, her fear was still plain to see. Her lips twitched while her eyes bounced in a desperate attempt to look down at what Fatma was doing.
"You're mine," Fatma growled. Her voice was rough with the knowledge and thrill of what was coming - a deep, sensuous purr that made Nora's right eye roll back slightly while her eyelid trembled sporadically as she sipped from the feedback on their link.
Fatma slipped her finger through the aura swirling around Nora's midsection. The colors flocked to her, excited by her touch. She stared as they whirled around her, garnet and ebony with hints of diluted cream.
"P- p- p-" Nora gasped as Fatma's obsidian claw hooked through the metaphysical knot.
"Oh, no, Nora, don't beg," Fatma said. She looked up and her dark lips widened into a sneer while her slim, violet tongue snaked out as she leaned forward to slide her cheek against her friend's face. A quiet 'ssst' hissed from the contact. "You'll come to love being my pet."
A sharp tug broke the knot. Nora gasped, head back, mouth fully open and eyes wide. A tiny gout of blue flame burst from between her lips. She swayed and then fell to the bathroom floor, scrabbling to get away from Fatma. Her hands tugged and pulled and pressed against her body while her legs kicked.
"Get- get it- get it out of me!" the girl screamed. Another burst of flame sparked from her mouth. It curled in the open air, burning through the hazy mist filling the bathroom. "I- I- I- can feel it- In- Nnuuhhh!"
Nora bucked, spreading her legs wide before forcing them together and still they opened. She panted, her chest heaving as she stared down at herself. A soft whimper, sharp and high pitched, escaped her.
Fatma knelt with one knee against the floor to watch. She grinned at a thin strip forming at the seat of Nora's pants.
"Can't- can't- can't-" Nora tried to say.
She swallowed between every word and then finally licked her lips before gasping for more air. Her tongue circled her mouth before laying against her bottom teeth. She growled and coughed and snarled, shaking her head as her teeth began to grow to sharp points, beginning with her canines but continuing to include every tooth around them in sequence. Her wide incisors flowed down to narrow points while her molars curved outward as they elongated into fierce fangs. She pawed at her cheeks and mouth, digging her nails into the skin as if she could stop the changes, but her tongue lashed out, long enough to touch the bottom of her chin before curling up to her nose.
Her breasts heaved as she panted and her broad tongue bobbed before her. Both of her nipples grew erect, visible through bra and shirt as they pressed outward. Every inhalation lifted her shirt to show her midriff and a spray of black hairs around her belly button with a few red strands standing out between them. She gripped the hairs and pulled, tearing a few free with a wordless shout that shot more blue flames into the room. New hairs replaced those torn away and they began to spread.
Nora's hand cramped. Tendons stood against the backs of her fingers when they twitched and spasmed. She shoved them against her thighs as if to settle them but they curled and she snarled when her nails tore through her jeans. Thick muscle grew between the joints, pushing and pulling while spreading her hands apart. Fatty tissue filled the tips of her fingers and the tops of her palms while the skin thickened over them, swelling and growing darker. Her nails bent, white stress fractures showing in the center as gray layers of keratin formed, each layer darker than the last while they curved forward. Gaps opened at the base of the new claws, widening her fingers further as the little sheaths grew in place for her lengthening claws.
Flame roared as Nora clawed down the front of her shirt, tearing it away to reveal sweat-soaked breasts quaking as she bucked from the changes ravaging her body. A long line of black fur covered the center of her belly, growing down beneath the waistband of her jeans and up between her breasts. Scattered red hairs emerged alongside the long tuft of black fur and they grew wild. Nora whimpered as she pulled at them and her eyes caught Fatma's slit eyes, begging her to make everything stop. Begging her wordlessly to quell the heat building inside of her.
And yet, a developing part of her welcomed the increasing arousal. She knew the urges were being forced upon her but the line between her personality and the one being imposed was becoming thin. It felt good and rewarding to crave pleasure. Lust blossomed within her and she mewled while thrashing and clawing at her body, tearing through the seat of her jeans and the panties below to reveal her slick, glistening pussy.
Vermillion fur spread throughout her body while skin rippled and flowed, raising over bulging muscles that tore her jeans apart, splitting them with a harsh ripping noise lost beyond Nora's continuous growling. She rocked forward from her kneeling position to her hands and knees while rocking her body side-to-side. Drops of water flung away from the tips of her soaked fur while her scent filled the room. She stretched, shoving her feet back until they touched the walls and her powerful legs vibrated under the strain.
Skin flowed over Nora's ears, pulling them back as she bowed upward. Her spine pushed against the dense weave of muscle flexing over her back and shoulders until the bulging flesh split her skin to reveal red-slick bone. Her tailbone snapped at the end of the gruesome wave.
She howled, raising her head with her lengthening ears canted at an angle. Black fur spread over the backs of her ears as they folded and trembled. Her breasts shook beneath her, hardened nipples swaying back and forth while she bayed loudly. Fur and flesh moved along her torso when her teats bubbled against her flesh, wrinkled skin pushing outward, twisting as they too grew erect. The pinching pain of ducts developing beneath were lost to the fiery, raking pain shredding her back.
Steam sizzled from Nora's exposed spine, hissing away from black growths that began to cover the bone. The black plating lifted, curling into sharp spikes to protect her back while her flesh sealed around the base. Crimson fur, mixed with sable crept over her sides to cover her bare flesh. Her tail, freed now, reached towards the ceiling in a faint curve. The skin surrounding her tail split continuously when bones formed to show ragged black spines, smaller than those on her back but no less deadly. She felt their growth as a throbbing pain in her lower back as nerves connected and skin tore and rebuilt over the widening, lengthening new appedange.
Nora's Mistress waited. She could feel Fatma in her head - an enormous presence that dominated her thoughts. The other girl, if she could still be called that, was a beacon of blinding blood-red light that washed over her in an endless cycle. Nora snarled and crawled, lowering her body in submission until her nipples brushed the tiles beneath her.
Liquid flames poured through the girl's nose. She growled now, gnashing her teeth while bending her head to press her face into the ground. Bones grinded beneath her face, pulling at her flesh with sickening popping noises that turned her stomach. She felt her face moving against the floor when her muzzle formed. Her petite nose grew broad, pulled apart by the invisible fingers tearing through her face. The skin rippled and broke to show black stains that spread to consume the flesh. She whined and lapped at her nose before lifting her head and continuing to crawl.
"Oh, good girl," Fatma purred, lifting an arm to hold out her hand with her palm up.
Nora tried to feel anger at the condescension but the words filled her with joy. She smiled, baring her fangs on her narrow muzzle while her tail wagged in short arcs behind her. Tears dripped from her eyes, caught in the fur emerging from her cheeks. Spikes of pain pounded through her forehead but she ignored it until she reached Fatma's outstretched hand. The girl nuzzled against the red flesh and black claws, closing her gold-streaked eyes and moaning when the claws scratched against her chin.
Skin hardened high on Nora's brow in perfect gray circles. Her hair parted as her horns, glistening black ringed with smokey grey, began to grow. They arched back low over her head and Fatma reached out her free hand to run her fingers over them, thumbing the dull ends as they spiraled into sharp points that pricked her finger.
Fatma pulled her hands away and Nora bowed, panting as her own changes slowed. She'd hoped the heat would fade when she was finished, but it was worse now. The girl trembled while tensing the muscles deep within her pussy as if milking a thrusting cock. Cum dribbled from her pussy as the slick lips opened and closed.
Her labia swelled, the puffy flesh tightening while the pink brightened to a deep red that matched her Mistress. The narrow, slim hood over her swollen, exposed clit gathered skin until it covered her clit completely and it pulled upward to merge with her labia. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned when her pussy lips rolled inward. Cum spurted between her legs and she gasped from a miniature orgasm as her spade-like pussy finished changing. She wanted to reach beneath to touch herself, but she found herself hesitating. It was a crude act and she wasn't sure it was allowed while in the presence of her Mistress.
"It's not- it's not stopping- I- I'm so- so fucking- I need to be fucked," Nora gasped before whining. She swallowed and shut her muzzle to stem the flow of words and animalistic noises but another whine was forced from her. "When- when will it stop?"
"Never," Fatma told her. She wove her hands together while whispering a spell. Black smoke filled the gaps between her fingers. Sparks of silver lightning shot through the smoke until it condensed, pulling together into a wide collar with silver spikes. She wrapped it around Nora's neck. "It will never stop. I'm lust incarnate and you're my pet. I can feed off of the energies of those around you, but you, you're just a simple beast with simple needs."
A pure flame guttered between Nora's horns. It vanished but reignited before vanishing once more. A sliver of flame remained, a single thread that waved back and forth in a sinuous curve.
"Ahn!" Nora barked while kicking her foot back. Her laces scissored together while the outer shell of her shoes expanded, lifting against the soles until the top lace snapped. She roared and slammed her feet against the wall, over and over until the tile cratered against the strike. Pure black claws sliced through the front of her shoes, easily parting the suede. Her ankles pushed away as bones screeched, cracking and sealing in a sickening cycle. She kicked again and the shoes exploded. The tops, still looped around her lower leg, swung back and forth until her calves and soleus muscles bulged and the ragged remains of the shoes tore and fell away.
Tiles broke when Nora's curved toe claws caught the edges. She stretched once more and Fatma stroked her hair, calming her slightly. With a final growl, Nora slammed her head against the ground, cracking the floor beneath her when her horns bore the brunt of the impact. The heat was maddening. It filled her mind and left room for little more than the rage of being unfulfilled.
"Here, girl," Fatma said, sitting back on her split black hooves with her knees spread.
Nora glanced up at her uncertainly while scenting the air. She whined, anxious and disturbed. And incredibly aroused. Without further encouragement, she reached forward, stretching her long muzzle on her furred neck until her black nose brushed Fatma's clit. Fatma gripped Nora's twin horns, holding her tightly in place. The thin flame between Nora's horns burst into life.
A single tentative lick was followed by a quiet moan. The rounded, wide tip of Nora's tongue lashed out, brushing against Fatma's asshole before pulling back. It folded, slipping between the other girl's pussy while grinding against her clit. Fatma hissed with pleasure. She pulled her hands away from Nora's horns to place them behind her while raising her hips higher. Nora crawled closer on all fours, nosing into her Mistress's swollen sex before lashing her tongue in rising excitement. The taste was unlike anything she'd experienced before. Dopamine flooded her brain and she snarled in response while shoving harder.
The wet repeated slapping sound of Nora's tongue against Fatma's pussy echoed Fatma's gasping moans. With one hand holding her up, she reached forward to grip one of Nora's horns to pull her even closer while grinding herself against the writhing fleshy tongue. And still it wasn't enough. Nora rolled her tongue and shoved, forcing it between Fatma's ebony pussy lips. With her fangs resting lightly on her ass and mound, Nora tongue-fucked Fatma while swallowing every drop of cum.
The runes marking the walls shuddered when Fatma screamed. She came, forcing Nora's tongue from deep inside but the other girl latched on, wrapping a thick arm around Nora's thigh to clean the cum from her pulsing pussy.
When she was able to catch her breath once more, Fatma leaned forward to grip both of Nora's horns. Her clit swelled, slipping free of the hood. Nora whimpered and licked it, sending tremors through Fatma's body when Nora's rough, wolf-like tongue scraped against her incredibly sensitive clit. And still it grew, wider and longer with veins appearing along its length. Nora licked the strange clit from base to tip before wrapping her tongue around it to pull it down. She pushed forward, taking the cock into her mouth while her tail cracked against the floor and the wall. A faint echo of pleasure crossed the link between the two and she knew she was lost to it. The addictive cum she'd licked earlier was nothing compared to the fraction of energy she sipped as her head bobbed back and forth.
Ridges formed over the girthy clit while bumps raised in between the rings. Nora growled and groaned and moaned. Drool dripped from her lips.
"Stop," Fatma commanded, and Nora pulled away immediately with her tongue hanging from the front of her muzzle. Unquenched desire filled her eyes as she whined with the need to please her Mistress. "Stay."
Fatma's wings unfolded. With a sharp snap, she rose into the air before settling gently on her hooves. Her monstrous cock bobbed before her and Nora moaned as her own pussy created a puddle beneath her. Fatma walked around her prone friend before leaning over her. Her wings folded with a rush of air and the talons tipping them sunk into the floor with a loud crash. Her slick clit, nearly a foot long now, slapped against Nora's furry, trembling ass and Nora raised her hips in response while spreading her legs further apart.
With a thrust of her wide hips, Fatma mounted Nora to take her virginity. Nora howled, throwing her head back with her ears down and her muzzle open wide. Fatma's breasts pressed into Nora's back and her nipples dragged through the other girl's fur as she began to pump, spreading Nora open wide with the ridges and bumps lining her cock rubbing every whorl of slick flesh within the other girl's pussy. Nora's mind exploded from the incredibly intense feeling filling her as well as the feedback from their shared link. Whines mixed with growls mixed with moans as Fatma's belly slapped against Nora's ass.
Nora howled again when she came and her legs quivered, threatening to drop her to the ground but she focused and kept herself up. Fatma hissed and grunted above her with her eyes locked onto the wall. Her expanded clit wasn't as sensitive as before but every thrust threatened to bring her to a screaming climax. She concentrated with the powers granted to her to keep it at bay and, even then it was a struggle. Mixed with the raw physical feeling was the emotional domination and the sweet taste of Nora's corrupted virginity. Her own long ears fluttered as she kept herself in check.
"You're mine," Fatma hissed. Her thin tongue wrapped around Nora's ear, flexing like a snake encircling its prey. Nora shivered and bucked from a smaller orgasm but shoved herself back to meet Fatma's thrust. "Mine mine mine mi-!"
Fatma shuddered. She pushed as deep as she could. Goosebumps rose over her smooth red back as a sensation washed down her stomach and into her cock. She flexed. Her pussy tightened and her cock swelled. Nora's howl broke into a scream as Fatma filled her own pussy with her seed. She snapped at the air in a sudden frenzy, lost to all rational thoughts before dropping to the floor to claw and bite. Fatma's firm hand on the back of her neck stopped her, but she lay there with her muzzle turned to the side and her tongue flat against the floor. Panting while cum leaked from her swollen red pussy lips.
"Mine," Fatma snarled. As she pulled back, her cock began to shrink. More cum, jet black and thick as infernal honey, oozed from the split tip until it sealed itself. The bumps and ridges faded away to leave slick skin behind until it gleamed in the pulsing red light filling the room. When her clit slipped beneath its hood, she stood and gestured at Nora. "Come. We have work to do tonight."
Nora pushed herself up on trembling, aching arms. She groaned and raised herself, standing on the balls of her feet with her knees slightly bent. The dense black padding covering her feet cushioned her step while her tail flexed. Strings of black and clear cum latched onto the red fur between her thighs. She stumbled until her tail helped correct her balance.
The massive orgasms had temporarily sated her arousal but she could already feel it growing once more and she swallowed a piteous whine as Fatma unsealed the room. She stepped around the purse and makeup kit left behind as she followed her Mistress into the hallway to stand amidst the flowing foot traffic of oblivious students. Her fingers brushed the spiked collar but nobody seemed to notice anything out of place.
Fatma strode through the hallway and the students parted around her. Nora followed quickly, wetting her lips and snarling at a few who came too close. Already her head pounded with the need to be fucked and she couldn't stop a needy whimper as she remembered the way Fatma's cock felt inside of her. She could only pray that she'd earn the privilege to be mounted once again and she knew she'd do everything commanded of her to make that happen.
