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It was dark.
It… was not… supposed to be dark.
…right?
For a Sankta like Exusiai, the darkness was never really there, not totally. Not when she had a halo perched above her head, a perpetual beacon, a connection to the Law and to those just like her of equal saccharine disposition.
But it was dark.
…why was it dark? How?
Exusiai frowned as she sat up in bed, wondering for a worrisome moment if something had gone terribly wrong with her halo. In her hazy mind, the answer was simple: her halo wasn’t working. It was on the fritz, maybe, as if it was part of an old television set that refused to function unless it was smacked a few times.
So she reached up and whacked herself on the head.
“Ow,” Exusiai grumbled.
No sparks, no fizzle, no radiant Law.
Total darkness.
She sat there, dumbfounded, still rubbing her crown where the halo should have been. Her fingers encountered nothing but hair and scalp. No beautiful ring of light, no gentle hum through her bones, not even a little static crackle.
What the hell…?
Exusiai kicked free of her sheets, blinking hard as reality set in. This was not just a power outage. This was a cosmic-level goof-up. The kind that would ripple out and make everyone snort-laugh at her for weeks, probably months, if they ever found out. She groaned, already dreading the jokes. “Who turned out Exu’s lights? Somebody call tech support…”
She squirmed, rolled out of bed, and strode for the bathroom with quick, eager steps. Her hand snapped to the wall switch; in a hot, sudden burst, the room was flooded with white, glaring light, washing over every tile and corner.
And then she nearly screamed.
There, reflected in the mirror across from her face, was a stranger.
Or rather, a version of herself she never thought possible. Not before now.
The luminant wings indicative of her status as a Sankta were gone. Vanished from sight.
And her hair… was it redder? Messier?
And there was no halo above her head, which, of course, explained away the prior darkness. Instead she bore big, bold, curving horns, cutting a silhouette that was anything but holy.
“OH MY GOD!”
Exusiai nearly toppled, a sharp squeak spilling from her lips. The sudden tightness and prickling sensitivity in her chest sent her stumbling forward, hands instinctively flying up to clutch the now perky curves swelling beneath her fingers.
Her breath caught; she hovered, rocking unsteadily in front of the glass, mouth falling open in pure astonishment, eyes stretched wide with disbelief. The sight of her own reflection hit her like a shockwave, each beat pounding through her, helpless and trembling, the sensation still prickling under her palms.
She was a Sarkaz.
No brimming halo. No illuminating wings. Instead, two enormous, curved horns sprouted from either side of her head, grey-brown in color, curling and cutting upward on the sides of her face like upside-down fangs. She touched them. They felt real. Firm. Strong. She could really knock a bitch out with these, if not gut her.
And her eyes… sharper, almost glowing. Her skin was paler, her body toned in ways that made her look almost dangerous. Crystallization shimmered along her thighs and collarbone, refracting the overhead light with a gemlike gleam. She seemed… alluring? That was the word that came to mind here and now. She was stunning and voluptuous in a way she simply didn’t seem prior, if only to herself.
And her boobs. Oh, God, they were there, unmistakably. Not just a hint or a swell or a bump, but the real thing; full, heavy, inescapable, pressing against her sleep t-shirt like it was barely holding together. The way the cotton stretched across her chest, it was almost obscene, nothing left to the imagination. Her nipples were hard enough to push little points into the fabric, and it was impossible not to notice, no matter how much embarrassment burned in her cheeks. There was nothing subtle about it. Every line and curve right there, demanding to be seen. She hadn’t even dreamed of having tits this big, and yet here they were! DEMANDING to be seen, to be groped, to be squeezed, it was appalling!
She squeezed her arms close against her chest.
“Nnhh… they bounce,” Exusiai gasped, feeling every little tremor. Before she knew it, her hands shot up to her face. Her cheeks burned, hot and vivid, embarrassment flooding her all at once. “What the hell kind of dream is this…?!”
She turned sideways. Her butt was still cute. Maybe even cuter. But her hips were wider, her thighs thicker, and there were little veins of crystal running beneath her skin near the surface, glimmering like neon whenever she moved.
Exusiai spun in place, and her new body jiggled in ways that electrified her. “H-holy hell… is this what Sarkaz wake up to every day?” She gripped the edge of the sink and squeezed her thighs together. The sensation was weirdly addicting. She kind of wanted to keep doing it… just to see what else would bounce.
But there was no time for perving out. She needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
She lurched out of the bathroom, bare feet slapping the cool floor, and stopped dead in the middle of her room.
It… was her room, right?
The same bed, the same faded comforter (with little angel wings stitched along the edge). But all the colors were sharper, deeper—a little more saturated. The darkness that lingered in the corners almost pulsed, like it was breathing with her. Her posters were still up on the wall (she squinted: was that marker scrawled on the bottom of one, or was she hallucinating?) and her shelf of snacks and half-empty soda cans stood at attention, just as always.
But the vibe was… different, in a way she couldn’t rightfully articulate. Not so suddenly. Instead of that soft, gentle, “Sankta’s den” glow, there was a weirdly charged energy to everything. She could smell things she’d never noticed before: a sweet, sharp tang of something coming off her own skin. Her pillow was still indented where she’d slept, but the sheets were rumpled way more than usual, like she’d been rolling around all night.
She dropped face-first onto the bed, burying her nose into the sheets. “Ugh… is this what I smell like now?” It wasn’t bad. Not even close. In fact, it was kind of… intoxicating. Her cheeks flushed even brighter.
She flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. There was no gentle golden glow up there anymore, no trace of her halo’s radiance. With the lights turned on, she could see, as plain as if they’d always been there, the tips of the horns that jutted out from the sides of her head.
“What the heck… is going on?!”
It defied logic. It defied reason.
She was a Sankta. She was supposed to have a halo, and wings, and a proclivity for sweets.
She was not a Sarkaz. She was not supposed to have horns, a large bust, and a…
“Wait… do I have a…?”
It was as if the more she learned of her form, the more she became aware of any ill-suiting protrusions. Exusiai flipped over, and sure enough, there it was.
A tail.
A spade-tipped tail, twitching lightly atop her bare thighs, as if daring her to acknowledge it.
Exusiai froze, staring at the appendage like it might suddenly leap up and bite her.
Her heart hammered. Her cheeks felt like they might ignite.
The tail was long—a little more than three feet, maybe—and the same color as the veins of crystal running along her hips, slightly glossy, with a perfect, cartoonish spade-shape at the tip. It arched with a kind of lazy, sassy energy that made her want to scream and giggle at the same time.
“Uhh…”
She reached out for it tentatively. The tail flicked away, like an annoyed cat’s. Exusiai yelped, nearly toppling off the bed.
“Okay… okay, calm down. It’s just a tail. It’s… my… my tail. My tail that I’m… not supposed to have… ugh… what the…”
She reached again, more determined. Her fingertips brushed the length, and a shock of sensation zipped straight up her spine.
“Nngh!”
That was… that was definitely real.
It was sensitive, too, like the world’s weirdest erogenous zone. She squeezed the tail between her fingers. The sensation was electric, making her toes curl.
“Wow. Okay. That’s… wow. Do all Sarkaz have to f-feel this…?”
She concentrated, willing the tail to move, just to prove she wasn’t hallucinating. For a moment, nothing happened but a weird quiver in her stomach. Gritting her teeth, she focused harder, channeling all her Sankta resolve into this very important task.
The tail jerked to the left.
She gasped. Her jaw dropped.
It worked.
She tried again, and this time, the tail whipped to the right, knocking over a can of soda on the shelf. The can rolled off and thunked softly on the carpet. Exusiai didn’t even care; she was too fascinated by the way her tail obeyed, almost intuitively, like it’d been there her whole life and she’d just forgotten about it.
She wiggled it. The tip curled inward, then outward, then wound itself around her thigh possessively.
“Oh my god,” Exusiai whispered, giggling despite herself. “I have a tail! And it listens to me!” She tried curling it up to her face, and it slithered obediently along her body, tracing every curve, every new, sensitive spot along the way. Each brush sent tingles through her, straight to her core.
She bit her lip.
The spade tip hovered near her chin, then her lips.
She opened her mouth. The tail moved right in, as if it wanted to be there. She closed her lips around it, sucked gently, and…
“Nh—!”
The pleasure was instant. Her thighs squeezed together, her breath catching. Sucking on her tail felt… indecent, like she was licking her own nipple except ten times more forbidden. The surface was smooth, just a little rubbery, and as she rolled the tip over her tongue, the tail twitched in her grip, almost eager for more.
She blushed furiously, eyes fluttering as she licked up and down the length, teasing herself. She wasn’t even sure why she was doing it, except that it felt amazing, and she wanted to explore this new body part as if she’d woken up with a man’s pride between her thighs. There was that ubiquitous thought experiment about what someone might do if they woke up as the opposite sex. This, however, went far beyond her wildest expectations. She’d woken up as the opposite race, for God’s sake.
Exusiai finally pulled her tail out of her mouth with a wet little pop. Her cheeks were flushed, her heart pounding, and her lips tingled from the sensation. But as mesmerizing as it was to keep teasing herself, a new idea thudded through her brain like a dropped bowling ball.
Wait. Her phone!
If this was some kind of deranged dream or cosmic prank, maybe it’d left a trace. Something. Anything. She fumbled around the rumpled bed, sheets tangling around her legs, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand with both hands. Her tail whipped behind her, smacking into the headboard. It caused a shiver to run through her spine, as if there was zero possibility this could be a dream.
Her thumb flew across the unlock screen. The phone brightened instantly, nearly blinding her. For one desperate second, Exusiai just stared, bracing herself for… God, who even knew at this point.
But the home screen looked normal.
Really, really normal.
Same cutesy wallpaper she always had: Sora double-peacing with Croissant photobombing in the back, Texas looking like she was barely tolerating their existence. Exusiai wasn’t in this picture; she’d taken it, after all. So she swiped to the next one.
Every group shot was normal. Sora’s sweet smile, Croissant’s irrepressible grin, Texas looking tired and unimpressed. All as it should be. Even the candid shots from last weekend at the arcade. Minus Exusiai, they were all just… themselves.
Where the hell are the selfies? Didn’t I record a vid?
She found a new folder without any fuss. One that seemed, at a glance, to contain the newest batch of media files. The sense of normalcy barely lasted two seconds.
Because the next photo made her brain short-circuit.
There, right smack in the middle of her camera roll, was a Mostima selfie.
Except… it wasn’t Mostima. Not exactly.
Exusiai’s jaw dropped. Her tail stiffened so hard it stuck straight out behind her, trembling.
The woman in the picture was Mostima, sure. The smile was the same—a little lazy, a little sly. But the rest? Gone was the dim halo, the dark wings, the casual “I’m totally not a troublemaker” air.
Instead, the Mostima in this photo was a full-blooded Sarkaz—a bombshell. Huge, proud horns curling off her head, so thick and prominent they looked like they could knock down a steel door. Her hair looked darker, messier, almost wild.
And her chest.
Holy hell.
Mostima’s tits looked even bigger than Exusiai’s, straining at her shirt like they were about to rip it open right on camera. The fabric was pulled so tight that Exusiai could see a tiny tuft of cleavage poking out above the snapped buttons. There was no way Mostima ever looked like that before. She was as modest as any other Sankta she’d ever known, fallen or otherwise!
Exusiai’s brain fuzzed out completely.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Exusiai’s hand fluttered, nearly dropping her phone. Her whole body trembled.
There was a second picture.
Stunned, barely breathing, Exusiai tapped it open with a shaky thumb.
And there it was. Lemuen.
Except… not Lemuen. Not the Lemuen she remembered. Not her semi-sweet, semi-stern, pink-haired sister, still smiling no matter what life through at her, always so soft around the edges, always so distinctly Sankta even when she was being a brat.
No.
Lemuen, in the picture, was a Sarkaz. She was a Sarkaz!
She sat in her wheelchair, but her whole aura was different. Those signature curly pink locks were messier, wilder, falling around her face like she’d just rolled out of a wild party instead of a hospital bed. And there, plain as day, were the horns. Huge, glorious, wicked horns, curling from her temples just like Mostima’s. Maybe even bigger? They almost brushed the top of the frame.
Exusiai’s mouth went dry.
Her sister’s shirt was half-off her shoulder, and there were veins of crystal running up her neck and down her arm, bright and sharp and so, so sexy in a way Exusiai absolutely did not want to dwell on—but immediately did, anyway. Her thighs were out in the open, thick and luscious, with a pair of sheer black stockings pulled high, and those little crystallized veins twinkling beneath the skin.
But the horns and the tail… oh god, the tail.
Lemuen and Mostima were tangled together, the former’s devilish tail wrapped around both girls’ wrists, almost like handcuffs. They were making faces at the camera—the absolute most indecent, lewd, tongue-out faces Exusiai had ever seen. Lemuen’s tongue was pressed to Mostima’s cheek; Mostima was grinning, eyes half-lidded, her own tail curled tightly around Lemuen’s hips like she wanted to pull her closer and never let go.
Exusiai felt heat bolt through her chest; her new boobs ached, swelling against her shirt. Her thighs pressed together, and her tail thumped the mattress behind her, twitching and curling in frantic little spirals like it wanted to leap into the screen and join the party.
They looked… happy. Ridiculously happy. Beautiful, wild, and so much more alive than any photo Exusiai had ever taken of them before.
But the way they were posing—their hands on each other’s bodies, those mischievous smirks, the way Lemuen’s tail was flicking under Mostima’s shirt, right between her boobs—
“Fuck… what the hell… is going on…”
Exusiai groaned, squirming against the sheets. Her face was burning. There was no way this was normal! There was no way this was just her imagination! Every inch of her was tingling, every thought suddenly thick and syrupy, focused on the way those two were practically devouring each other with their eyes (and maybe, with their tails, too).
She scrolled. The next pic: Lemuen and Mostima, their horns pressed together, tails twisted tight, lips parted as if they were about to kiss—
Exusiai’s breath hitched. Her eyes bugged out, her tail practically vibrating against the bed as she stared at the photo. It was pure, shameless decadence, and the way Mostima was grinning in the picture? Completely wild. Lemuen clung to her, horns locked, their bodies pressed so close together it was impossible to tell where one Sarkaz ended and the other began.
“Ugh… s-so, this isn’t just me, then?” Exusiai whispered, her voice cracking as she tapped the next file with trembling fingers.
It was a video.
She could see the thumbnail already—a flash of skin, glimmering horns, Exusiai’s own face peeking out from a mass of messy red hair, her eyes wide and shining like she’d just won the world’s biggest game show grand prize. Right next to her was Mostima, looking even more gorgeous than in the picture, horns on proud display, hair falling in wild waves, and a smirk that could melt steel.
She gulped. Hesitated.
But her thumb pressed play anyway, as if her body needed this.
The video jerked into motion, and suddenly Exusiai was leaning in, staring at herself and Mostima kneeling side by side. They were topless. Completely, totally topless. Their boobs were huge, glistening in the camera’s soft glow, heavy and round and just begging to be touched. And right between their mounds…
…was a cock.
A thick, beautiful cock, twitching and pulsing as it was sandwiched between their bare chests. Doctor’s, maybe? She couldn’t think straight. All she could see was her own hands, fingers splayed, mashing her boobs up against Mostima’s as they pressed together, squishing the shaft right between their cleavage.
“Mhh… look at us,” Mostima purred, her voice low and sultry. “We make a pretty good team, huh, El?”
Exusiai in the video giggled, cheeks flushed, as she bounced her chest up and down, squishing the cock between their tits with reckless, sinful joy. “C’mon, Doctor! You’re not gonna cum already, are you? We just started!”
The Doctor’s breath was ragged, almost desperate. “God, you girls are unreal…”
Her tail thrashed behind her in real time, matching the wild energy in the video. Exusiai’s thighs pressed together, heat flooding through every inch of her new body. She couldn’t look away—the sight of her own boobs, so big and perfect, jiggling as she worked them up and down Doctor’s shaft, was enough to make her entire body tremble.
Mostima wasn’t gentle, either. She squeezed the cock between them, rolling her boobs in tight, wet circles, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip whenever it peeked between their cleavage. Exusiai mirrored her, licking and kissing the shaft, her lips brushing against Mostima’s as their tongues tangled over the cockhead, sharing the taste of pre-cum in messy, eager movements.
“F-fuck,” Exusiai groaned, her voice barely audible as she watched herself worship the Doctor with Mostima. The video played on, and Exusiai’s cheeks burned so red that even her horns felt hot.
She couldn’t look away.
The sight of her own face, flushed with excitement, tongue lapping hungrily at Doctor’s shaft—that was insane enough. But seeing her and Mostima working together in perfect, lewd harmony, boobs mashed side by side, tails flicking in wild, greedy arcs behind them… it wrecked her.
“Ah… oh my god…” Exusiai gasped, squirming against her sheets. Her thighs squeezed close, trapping her own tail between them, and the sensation lit her up from the inside out.
She couldn’t help it. Her hand slid under her shirt, pushing up the stretched cotton and freeing her new, gorgeous boobs.
Boing!
They bounced with her every motion, so big and heavy that they filled up her palm—and her nipples, hard as they were, practically pleaded for attention. Exusiai groaned as she pinched one, rolling it between her fingers, shivering with the electric rush that sparked down her spine. The sensation left her on edge, aching for more.
Her other hand drifted lower, fingers digging into the waistband of her panties. She was dripping wet, even before she touched herself, and the feeling of slickness made her moan again, louder this time. “Ngh… oh fuck… am I really this horny, just from a video…?”
She was. She definitely was.
On-screen, Exusiai and Mostima sandwiched the Doctor’s cock tighter, tails lashing the air behind them. Mostima grinned wickedly and licked a fat bead of pre-cum from the tip, then pressed her lips to Exusiai’s cheek. Exusiai, in the video, giggled and moaned, rubbing her tits up and down the shaft, so wet and eager.
“Look at us go…” she breathed, thumb furiously stroking her clit under the covers. Her hips jerked, ass lifting off the bed as the pleasure climbed higher and higher. Every dirty sound in the video was echoed by her own needy whimpers and the slick, obscene noises of her fingers working her sensitive, soaking pussy.
“Uhhhnn… mmm… ngh, fuck, I wanna be in there so bad…” Exusiai gasped, digging her heels into the mattress. Her tail thrashed, knocking over another soda can, but she didn’t even notice. She was too lost in the heat, the way her body trembled, boobs jiggling with every twist and squeeze.
Her own tail flicked up against her thigh, spade tip catching on the edge of her panties. The touch was insane. It sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her clench around nothing and moan out loud, wild and desperate.
She couldn’t resist.
Exusiai grabbed her tail in both hands, marveling at how good it felt to just hold it, and then she drew it down, slipping the tip under her panties and dragging it firmly up the length of her slit. The sensation was beyond words. Her back arched, and she let out a ragged, gasping “F-fuck…!”
It was like licking her own nipples, but even hotter. The spade tip glided up and down her folds, teasing her slit with every little flick—and Exusiai moaned shamelessly, her whole body trembling, her toes curling tight beneath the covers. She could barely believe it. Every brush, every little nudge, sent a wave of tingling heat right through her, making her hips buck and twist in open desperation.
It was wild… and so, so addictive.
Her tail was amazing. But she needed more.
Her eyes darted back to her phone, screen still aglow with the paused video of her and Mostima, tits out, faces flushed, both of them worshiping Doctor’s cock like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Her heart hammered. She wanted to see more. She needed to see more.
With a shaky breath, Exusiai scrolled to the next video.
She almost dropped her phone when she caught the preview frame: her own Sarkaz self, mid-bounce, straddling Texas with her head tossed back in wild, reckless bliss. Texas’s cock was deep inside her, straining her tight, soaking pussy, and the look on Exusiai’s face was pure, wanton delight. Her huge boobs were bouncing in tandem with every thrust, clapping together like they were having their own party.
“Holy shit,” Exusiai whispered.
She hit play.
The video sprang to life, and there she was, riding Texas like her life depended on it. Each bounce was frantic, hungry, dripping with need. Her red hair was wild, horns standing out bold against the dim light, and her breasts… God, her breasts. They moved with her, heavy and perfect, slapping together with every frantic motion.
Texas wasn’t much for words, as always, but her groans and deep, animal grunts were unmistakable. She looked incredible, sprawled on the bed with her thick futa cock buried to the hilt in Exusiai’s tight cunt, hands gripping Exusiai’s hips so hard it looked like she might leave bruises.
“Fuck… fuck, Exu, you’re so tight today…” Texas’s voice was rough, strained, her black hair a wild, messy curtain around her face as she thrust up into Exusiai with relentless force.
Exusiai, in the video, just giggled, delirious with pleasure. “Mmm, you like it, Tex? You love this naughty Sarkaz pussy, don’t you…?”
With a sudden, powerful motion, she slammed her hips down, seating every inch of Texas’s cock inside herself, burying it as deep as it would possibly go. Texas’s shaft filled her completely, stretching her inner walls to their limit, and she gasped at the sensation, feeling her pulse within her. Her thighs trembled, and she rocked her hips to savor the way Texas’s cock pressed and grazed against every hot, sensitive spot inside her, grinding deeper, refusing to let a single inch slip away.
The intensity left her gasping, clutching Texas’s shoulders to anchor herself as her pussy squeezed around her, milking for all it was worth. She relished the collision of their bodies, the heat and fullness, refusing to relent until Texas was buried up to the hilt, locked tight within her, with nowhere else to go.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound was obscene, wet and desperate and absolutely addicting. Exusiai watched herself fuck Texas with wild, greedy abandon, rolling her hips and grinding her ass down while her tail lashed behind her in unrestrained excitement.
Watching it was like a fever dream.
She had memories of sleeping with Texas before, sure, but never like this. Never as a Sarkaz; never with this body, these curves, these perfect, desperate urges. It was like her brain was being rewritten with every passing moment, old recollections fading away, the new ones flooding in with impossible clarity.
Texas was always this tough, quiet Lupo girl, wasn’t she? With that monster cock, just waiting for Exusiai to bounce on it after every mission…
…it was Exusiai that had changed. Exusiai and Mostima and Lemuen, too. These Sankta girls were Sarkaz now. Did that mean the opposite was true? Was she in some kind of odd Twilight Zone where only some things were opposite? How did this happen, and why?
She couldn’t sleuth it out. Not while pleasure clouded her mind and enraptured this new body of hers.
She just wanted more.
Exusiai’s hands roamed wildly over her own skin, greedily groping her new curves, pinching her nipples with abandon.
“Ahhh…!”
Each touch set off a fresh little shockwave, little fireworks arcing all the way to her core.
“Oohhhh, fuck…!”
It was as if every inch of this Sarkaz form was greedier, hungrier, more alive than ever.
“Ah, ah! Fuuuck, ah, f-feels good… mmm…”
She could hardly stand it. Her body was so sensitive she wanted to scream, and she probably would have, if not for the next thumbnail that appeared on her phone screen.
It was another video. Newer, maybe. Or just more explicit, if that was even possible.
She recognized herself instantly. The wild mess of red hair, the huge, proud horns framing her face. And her own eyes, wide and glassy and full of desperate, needy pleasure.
But what really caught her attention…
It was Lappland.
Wolf ears, wild grin, those sharp, merciless eyes. Lappland’s hand was tangled in Exusiai’s hair, the other gripping a horn like she was throttling a motorcycle, and she was ramming her thick, pulsing cock deep into Exusiai’s throat.
Exusiai nearly dropped her phone. Her heart slammed in her chest. Her tail shot straight out behind her, vibrating in abject anticipation. Already, wetness pooled between her legs, slicker than ever.
She couldn’t stop herself. She tapped play, her breath coming in tight little gasps.
The video lurched to life.
Lappland’s face filled the screen—a mask of pure, wolfish delight, fangs bared in a wicked, hungry grin. Exusiai, kneeling at her feet, looked up with wide, dewy eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips stretched wide around Lappland’s massive cock. Her horns jutted out on either side, perfect handles for the wolf girl to grab.
And as soon as Lappland propped the camera up to capture their tryst, she did indeed grab them.
She yanked Exusiai’s head down with both hands, burying her cock deep inside Exusiai’s throat. The whole thing flexed and throbbed, glistening with slick spit and pre-cum, obscene in its size and urgency.
“Ahh, fuck, that’s it, you naughty little devil,” Lappland’s voice ripped through the speakers, rough and triumphant. “You love it, don’t you? Mmmh… you love getting your pretty little throat, ah, fucked by a bad lupa like me, huh?”
Exusiai in the video moaned helplessly around Lappland’s cock, the sound muffled and desperate. Her hands scrabbled at Lappland’s thighs, digging in as her throat was used, over and over, by Lappland’s relentless, piston-like thrusts.
“Good girl,” Lappland growled, her voice a low, hungry rumble. Her grip tightened on Exusiai’s horns, using them as perfect leverage. She shoved her cock deeper, stretching Exusiai’s lips around her girth, hilting right at the edge of her throat. “That’s how a dirty little devil girl should do it. That’s how a slutty Sarkaz gets off, isn’t it?”
Exusiai’s eyes fluttered, rolling back until her gaze turned cloudy and unfocused, her cheeks ignited by a vivid, feverish blush. She sucked greedily on the cock shoved deep in her mouth; every thrust and bob coaxed a needy, helpless moan from her throat—a lewd sound muffled by the fullness stretching her lips. Her pleasure sparkled in the flush of her skin, in the dreamy haze glazing her eyes, as she gave herself over to the sensation of being so thoroughly used by another Lupo.
Lappland grinned wide, baring her fangs. “Mmmh, you like this, don’t you? You love choking on my cock, you filthy little slut. Look at yourself. Drooling all over me like a hungry puppy… ah, you’re a mess down there, aren’t you, Exusiai?”
She yanked Exusiai’s head up for a split second, just enough to admire the thick, glistening string of spit and pre-cum that still bridged her shaft to Exusiai’s slick lips. Exusiai’s every breath came in short, desperate gasps, her chest trembling with the effort, yet her tongue was already out, eager and hungry for more. Even her tail thumped the floor, curling tighter with every needy motion, as if straining for another taste.
“Can you even think when you’re like this?” Lappland taunted, shoving her cock between those pillowy lips again. “Or did I fuck all the brains out of you? Mmm, no, I think you still know what you want… but tell me, Exusiai…” She leaned forward, her claws dancing along Exusiai’s cheek. “Whose cock do you like better?”
The question hung in the air, filthy and impossible.
“Mine… or Texas’s? Hah. I bet you’ve tasted both, you greedy little devil. I bet you love them both, huh?”
Exusiai’s moan was obscene. She looked up, eyes watering, and opened her throat wide, taking Lappland’s cock even deeper. Her lips stretched, her jaw ached, but she pushed herself down further, gagging on the thick shaft as if to answer the question without a single word.
Lappland laughed, delighted. “Hah! There it is… there’s your answer. You want more, don’t you? You want it all the way down, you want me to fuck your throat until you can’t even talk, just like a good little Sarkaz slut. You want my cock in your mouth, filling you up, making you drool like a wild animal…”
She obliged, thrusting harder, using Exusiai’s horns to set the pace. Her cock pistoned between Exusiai’s lips, bulging her cheeks and then disappearing down her throat with every savage thrust.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound was so dirty, spit flying, Exusiai’s lips stretched tight around Lappland’s length. Her tongue lapped helplessly at the shaft, savoring every inch, every salty drop. Her tail whipped behind her, the spade tip curling in delight.
“C’mon, Exusiai… show me you like mine better,” Lappland sneered, grinning wider as she felt Exusiai’s throat squeeze and milk at the cock spearing it so deep.
“Yeah… there we go. That’s how you do it, Exusiai. Just like that… nghh… fuck, you’re built for this, aren’t you?” Lappland’s laughter was sharp and wild, echoing through the speakers with every ruthless snap of her hips. Her hands gripped Exusiai’s horns so tightly that the Sarkaz girl’s head bobbed in time with every piston of Lappland’s cock.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Lewd, obscene sounds dripped from the phone. Exusiai’s cheeks burned as she watched herself get used so thoroughly, so viciously, her lips stretched wide around Lappland’s shaft. Wet drool and spit oozed down her chin, pooling on Lappland’s pale thighs, but she didn’t care. She wanted it. She wanted more.
“Mmmff… mmm… mmm!” Video Exusiai moaned, hungry and eager, throating every inch Lappland served her. Her own hands clung to Lappland’s hips, nails digging in for leverage, as if she could drag the wolf girl deeper, make her cock plug her throat so completely that there’d never be space for air or words ever again.
Lappland’s breaths grew ragged, more animal by the second. “You see this? Look at yourself, Exusiai. You’re drooling, you’re shuddering, you’re gagging on my cock and you’re not even fighting it. You love this. You love being ruined by me, don’t you?”
She gave Exusiai’s horns another rough yank, driving her cock all the way in, bulging out Exusiai’s throat with the size of it. For a moment, both girls on the screen froze—the only movement the frantic, quivering pulse of Lappland’s shaft as it fucked itself deeper, deeper, until there was nowhere left to go.
Exusiai’s tail curled in pure ecstasy, the spade tip twitching and vibrating as her body went boneless, eyes fluttering shut in helpless bliss. Her own real tail thrashed under the sheets as she watched, the sensation sparking up her spine and making her thighs quake.
Lappland was merciless. She rolled her hips, grinding against Exusiai’s face, smearing spit and pre-cum everywhere and using Exusiai’s mouth like it was just another sleeve. “C’mon, Exusiai… open wide… you’re not gonna let Texas show you up, are you? I want you to remember this taste every time you see her cock… I want you to beg for mine next time…”
Exusiai’s throat convulsed, squeezing tight around Lappland’s shaft.
And then Lappland gave a savage, guttural growl. “Fuck… ngh… take it, Exusiai. Take all of it…!”
Her cock throbbed, thick and angry, the tip buried right in the base of Exusiai’s throat.
And then she started cumming.
It was filthy. It was obscene.
Lappland came with a vengeance. Thick gouts of white seed erupted straight from her cock, flooding Exusiai’s mouth and throat faster than any hope of swallowing it all.
Exusiai’s lips stretched wide, sealing tight around the base, and her cheeks puffed out as Lappland kept going, determined to fill her up without mercy. She rammed her hips forward, driving her load deeper, straight down Exusiai’s greedy, sucking throat—the perfect place for every last drop to end up.
And Exusiai took it all, swallowing what she could, so eager for more that Lappland’s cum overflowed and spilled past the corners of her lips. But Lappland didn’t care about the mess, not when it felt this good, not when Exusiai was swallowing her down like she belonged there, painted inside and out with Lappland’s thick, hot climax.
GULP! GULP! GULP! SCHLUUUURP~!
Video Exusiai’s eyes rolled back, a wild flush spreading across her cheeks as she drank it down, helpless to resist. Her entire body shuddered, the climax hitting her like a truck. Her tail lashed, her hands balled to fists, and a choked, lewd whine buzzed through her nose. “MMMFFF!! MMSCHLUUURRP! MHHFFF—!”
“Ohhh, fuck… yes… nghhh…!” Lappland laughed, delirious, as she watched Exusiai guzzle down her cum. “Good girl. That’s what you wanted, huh? My cock all the way down, all that hot, sticky seed pumping into your slutty little throat… Look at you! Are you cumming just from sucking me off? Bahaha!”
Lappland wasn’t wrong. Exusiai, in the video, was in the throes of orgasm, her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching helplessly around nothing as she choked herself on Lappland’s cock and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of creamy, filthy spunk.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Lappland kept thrusting, refusing to let Exusiai off until she’d been bred by every last drop. She kept one grip on one of Exusiai’s horns now, using the other to pat Exusiai on the head, raking her rough fingers through the Sarkaz’s messy red locks.
And Exusiai loved it.
The real Exusiai, sprawled on her bed, nearly screamed as she watched herself lose it on camera. Her hand jammed down between her thighs, fingers working her clit with desperate energy, her tail thrashing and whipping as she matched every depraved move on the screen.
“Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna… nghhh… AH~!”
Exusiai moaned, arching her back, her new, heavy boobs jiggling as she reached her peak.
It crashed into her, a wave that stole her breath and left her trembling, shuddering as she came hard. Her fingers were slick, soaked with her own arousal, and her eyes never left the screen—not even for a heartbeat—as Lappland finished, emptying herself down the eager throat of her other self. The needy urge, the helplessness, all of it rippled through her at once; she watched, caught in that singular moment, as she swallowed as much as she physically could, Lappland’s pleasure mirrored in her own.
Lappland drew back, slow and deliberate, her cock sheened with spit and cum. Their mess clung between them—a thick, shameless strand of white stretched from Lappland’s tip to Exusiai’s parted lips, drooling and swollen. Exusiai was a sight: chin slick with their release, mouth slack, eyes gone glassy with the heavy glaze of pleasure. She didn’t seem capable of anything except hanging there, utterly messy, overwhelmed by the aftershocks of it all.
“Hah… you’re not even ashamed…” Lappland laughed, giving Exusiai’s horn a playful slap. “You love getting slutty for me, don’t you? Say it! Say you love my cock. Say you love getting your throat stuffed by my Lupo dick.”
Video Exusiai’s voice was weak, ruined, but she managed, sniffling and gorgeous and happy: “I love it… ngh, I love your cock, Lappland… fuck my throat again, please…”
Lappland cackled, shoving her cock right back between Exusiai’s lips. “Good girl! I knew you’d be addicted!”
The video ended with Exusiai sucking hungrily at Lappland’s shaft, eager for more, her own tail curled tight around her thigh, body trembling in post-orgasmic bliss.
Exusiai tossed her phone onto the bed, panting, slick and shuddering, her fingers still twitching between her thighs. The afterglow was overwhelming, every nerve alight, her nipples still hard, her tail curling around her waist, desperate for more touch.
“M-mmm… holy… fuck…” Exusiai gasped, licking her lips, tasting nothing but air but wanting so much more. She could still feel Lappland’s cock in her throat, the phantom heat and fullness, the slick, nasty rush of cum pouring straight into her belly. God, it was so good… even if she didn’t remember it. Or rather, even if she didn’t remember her Sarkaz self doing this. She was, however, quite the explorative little Sankta, and the Lupus knew it very well.
She fell back on the bed, limp, breathless, mind buzzing and dazed. It took her several long, slow minutes to come down from it. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her tail flicking lazily over her thighs as she relished the feeling of being so thoroughly spent.
Eventually, the haze faded.
Exusiai drew a deep breath and sat up.
Time to get her shit together. For real, this time.
She rolled off the bed, her cute ass jiggling with the motion, and padded over to her closet. Her sleep shirt was a lost cause—it was stretched so thin by her new boobs that her nipples practically poked right through, and there was a damp, sticky patch between her thighs where she’d soaked right through her panties.
“Gotta clean up… can’t go out there looking like I gooned all day,” Exusiai muttered, grinning despite herself.
She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped herself down, still marveling at the way her body felt so different. Everything was more sensitive, more responsive, and her hips and chest both carried a little extra heft now, which only made her want to show them off.
Once she was mostly clean, she tossed the towel aside and rummaged for clothes.
Shorts, first. Nice and tight, hugging her new, thicker thighs and ass in a way that made her tail wriggle with delight. Next came stockings, sliding up her legs and stretching a little more than they used to—but somehow, they still clung to the curves of her legs, accentuating the crystal veins beneath.
Then, a top.
She pulled out her old favorite: a cropped white tee with a cute little angel wing logo on the chest. It used to hang loose and comfy.
Now?
She tugged it on and nearly yelped—the shirt barely fit over her boobs, and the fabric stretched so tight it was practically painted on. Her cleavage bulged out, the neckline dipping low enough to show off a tantalizing wedge of skin, and her nipples pushed little peaks into the cotton with every breath.
“Uhhh… wow.” Exusiai checked herself out in the mirror, twisting and posing. Her horns looked amazing, her red hair was wild and sexy, and her boobs… well, she didn’t even have words for them. The shirt left nothing to the imagination, and her curves were absolutely shameless.
She added a jacket for good measure, but even that didn’t hide much. Her ass filled out her shorts so snugly that she could barely snap the button, and her tail poked out through a little slit at the back, curling cutely in the air.
She finished the look with her favorite boots and a quick spritz of perfume, just in case. Satisfied, she winked at herself in the mirror.
“Okay, Exu… let’s go figure out what the hell’s going on.”
She grabbed her phone, shoved it in her jacket pocket, and strode for the door. Her tail swished behind her, flicking with every step, and she could feel the heat in her thighs with every move she made. The air in the hallway was cool, almost sharp, and it stung at her still-sensitive skin as she left the comfort of her room.
She barely got six steps before slamming right into someone.
WHAM!
Exusiai careened forward, arms windmilling. The other person hit the floor with an awkward “oof,” scattering files and papers all over the place.
“Oh, shit! Sorry!” Exusiai blurted, dropping to one knee, arms outstretched to help. “I wasn’t looking, are you okay? Here, lemme get that for you…”
She reached out.
And then she froze.
The person sprawled on the floor wasn’t just anyone. She looked up, blinking in dazed surprise, and Exusiai’s jaw dropped.
It was W.
Except… not W as Exusiai remembered her.
This wasn’t the Sarkaz firebrand with wild ashen hair, jagged horns, and that devil-may-care smirk.
No.
This was a Sankta.
W’s hair was still wild, still pale, but instead of curling Sarkaz horns, she had a glowing, golden halo floating above her head. It pulsed with gentle light, like an angel’s nightlight. And behind her, a pair of radiant wings fanned out, each “feather” glimmering with soft blue-white glow.
She wore a gray-and-red uniform, tight enough to show off her lean body, and at her hip was a chunky, blocky pistol that looked like it meant business.
The effect was… stunning. W looked dangerous, sure, but also beautiful, almost regal, with that glowing halo lighting up her wild, mischievous grin.
Exusiai stared, stunned. She barely heard herself speak.
“W…? Uh… is that… are you…?”
The girl on the floor glared up at her, lips curled in a dark smirk. “What’s the matter, Exusiai? Can’t see past those huge boobs of yours, or what?”
She picked herself up, dusting off her jacket and giving her wings a little shake. Exusiai couldn’t help but stare pointedly at her own boobs, and then W’s boobs.
Or lack thereof.
Exusiai was speechless. She just… stood there, mouth open, tail curling and twitching in surprise.
“Oh, come on, pick up your jaw,” W said, rolling her eyes. “You look like you just saw a ghost. Or maybe you’re just staring at my new accessories?”
W winked, tossing her hair.
“Y-you’re a Sankta…! But… you’re supposed to be a Sarkaz! And I’m… I’m supposed to be a Sankta, too!”
“What are you talking about? Are you good? Or did all your brains go to your tits?” W scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, you Sarkaz can be so dumb sometimes.”
“But YOU’RE the Sarkaz!” Exusiai blurted.
“Do I look like a Sarkaz to you?” W asked, pointing to her own glowing halo. “You’re the one with the horns, babe.”
“But…!” Exusiai stammered, unsure what to do with her hands. She watched W pick up her fallen papers and files, feeling more than a little awkward about this strange oddity she’d found herself in. “B-but, that doesn’t, that doesn’t make any… I’m… you… why did we…?”
“Look, I’ve got some things to take care of.” W gathered her files and held them close to her chest, frowning. “Try to be careful, will ya?”
Then just like that, Exusiai watched the Sankta W walk right past her down the corridor she’d come from. A sudden bout of nausea overcame her, a confusion unlike anything she’d ever felt before. This didn’t feel like a dream. Not by a long shot.
And yet… how could this be happening to her?
She was a Sarkaz.
Lemuen and Mostima, Sarkaz.
And now W… was a Sankta?
She had to imagine that there were more changes in store for her and her colleagues. She almost didn’t want to know. It was almost preferable to stay locked inside her room before she’d discover something truly Terra-shattering. And yet…
She pinched herself again—just to be sure. Right on the nipple.
“Ah~!”
She didn’t wake up. A few people even looked at her funny.
“Crud… just what the heck is going on around here?!”