The Nameless Girl's Dawn Indulgence
Even in the damp chill of predawn, a faint creak echoed through the room. The yet nameless girl, sunk in shallow sleep, blinked open her crimson eyes. The noise beside her had roused her from slumber. With bleary vision, she gazed at the other girl—Asha—lost in oblivious repose. The blanket that had covered her lay kicked aside at some point, leaving Asha asleep in her baggy clothes. Her rolled-up shirt had long since forfeited any pretense of modesty. Pale thighs sank into the bed, flaunting their supple bounce, while the slight gap between her parted legs gleamed pristine, as if untouched since birth. The slit nestled there shimmered with a clear, unblemished luster, proudly displaying its purity.
Silver-haired and silent for a moment, the girl sniffed the air. A faint, fragrant soap scent wafted over. Recalling the bath, her half-erect shaft stiffened fully in response. Drawn inexorably closer, she inhaled beyond the soap—the intoxicating aroma of her creator. Sweet, she thought. Asha let out a soft moan, eyes still closed. Her once-pale cheeks flushed pink, blending with her cotton-candy locks.
"Nngh… huh?"
A moan laced with heat and vague confusion. Whether trapped in some unspeakable dream or simply her body heating up, the sight made the nameless girl's cock throb even harder. The upright tip pressed firmly—squish—against Asha's exposed thigh. Soft flesh resisted with elastic give, sending a shiver through the girl. An unidentified fluid leaked from her tip, slicking Asha's skin.
Asha, exhausted from a hectic day, merely exhaled a hotter breath, showing no sign of waking. Emboldened, the girl kept thrusting her hips in a daze. Her shaft ground against the thigh—pressing, sliding—in endless repetition. Slick with leaking fluid, it glided smoother now. The girl panted hotly. Asha seemed intent on sleeping through it, merely squirming uncomfortably, eyes firmly shut. Normally, she'd have jolted awake in shock, but the day's labors amid her bizarre transformation had taken their toll.
As the girl bucked her hips, Asha shifted. Startled, the girl pulled back—and caught sight of Asha's ass. More precisely, the tiny cleft formed by thigh and mound. Instinct took over; she slotted her rod right in. Asha's flesh parted with a wet schlick, the slick fluid easing passage through the tight gap. It was snug—a delicious squeeze that flooded the girl with pleasure. Now fully nestled, as if reclaiming what Asha had lost, their bodies pressed close. Sniffing the soapy hair, the girl recalled the day's events while twitching her hips.
"She hated it."
Asha, drenched in her secretions from the girl's mistake—face twisted in disgust. Instinct screamed to stop, not to be hated, but her body, drunk on Asha's scent, bucked on. Familiar climax built. Racing back and forth through the slick cleft and thigh, her tip erupted—glorp—spewing thick white fluid. Trembling amid the squeezing flesh, the girl rode out the aftershocks.
The spurt-spurt faded, and clarity returned. She hastily withdrew her shrinking clit-shaft. Panicking briefly, she set to cleaning her traces. Fetching a towel from the bath, she wiped the secretions from Asha's body. Thankfully, none had splattered the bed. The spilled seed on the floor she scooped into the beaker where Asha had stored her earlier load—its jelly-like stickiness made it easy. She scrubbed the floor spotless, then cracked the window for ventilation. Not forgetting to tuck Asha in properly first. She waited for the room's lewd haze to dissipate.
Confirming Asha still slept, she shut the window and sniffed—no traces left. Satisfied, the girl climbed back into bed, cuddling the now-peaceful body. Embracing the softly moaning form, she closed her eyes. A child craving a parent's warmth—it was only natural. Refreshed, the girl drifted off.
A warm presence clung to her back as Asha stirred awake. She knew what it was. The girl without a name yet. My homunculus... Feeling that hot body heat muddled her thoughts. Careful not to wake her, Asha slipped from the bed. Released, the girl curled up—like a child.
Did I transmute her too soon? But recalling yesterday's usefulness chased the doubt away.
...Still, why's the room so humid? Forgot to air it out?
A faint fever lingered in her body regardless—an unfamiliar sensation. Her lower belly felt oddly warm? She couldn't pinpoint it. Side effect of the change?
Tucking the blanket over the girl, Asha opened the window. Not deep winter, but caution never hurt. Do homunculi catch colds? Mountains of things to learn about her new body—and the girl's. Planning mentally, she headed downstairs to the kitchen. Unlocking the mana stone-secured fridge, she pulled out milk.
"Ah… only one bottle left."
Time for a ranch visit soon. For now, she cracked it open, gulping the rich white liquid. Cool swallows brought creamy depth. One of her schedule-wreckers, but she couldn't quit this taste. Bought extra for the workshop anyway. Stashing the empty in its box, she hit the bath. Potion customer wasn't due yet—perfect time to shower off the stuffiness.
Mirror check: white residue around her mouth. Smaller lips left traces that never used to stick. A flush of embarrassment; she wiped it away. The reflection showed a girl with light pink hair and emerald eyes blushing. Still not used to this. Barely a day in, after all.
Stripping haphazardly, she stood under the shower. Hot water rinsed her as she soaped up. Something rough on her thigh? Lathered and scrubbed—it vanished, but questions lingered. Never happened before. Aftereffect of the change? Note to self.
Shampoo foaming thick, her breasts caught her eye. Nipples shyly tucked away... Do I pull them out to wash? No one to ask—frustrating, like yesterday. Better safe; she cupped water toward them, then gripped the round mounds, squeezing hopefully. Ow. Tears pricked. Wrong move. She settled for soaping around the areolae in circles, rinsing. Best she could do.
But this time, a strange tingle—body hypersensitive? Like tapping a morning wood tent. Not pleasant. Need to find a reversal fast.
Towel loose, she faced the wardrobe. Dressing was tricky. No way she'd go panty-less in front of customers, discomfort be damned. She picked pants that at least clung to her hips. Belted tight—uncomfy, but bearable. Top? No options; shirt and robe it was. Visitor was female anyway—no big deal.
...How do I introduce myself? Exhausting all around. For now, say she's my apprentice. Who knew when—or if—she'd revert.
Dressed, she descended to the workshop, leaving the girl asleep. No need for misunderstandings. Checking the handover potions, a visitor chime sounded. Opening the door revealed a familiar face: shoulder-length black hair, golden eyes, sharp gaze. Perky wolf ears atop her head, and a fluffy tail swishing vigorously behind. Claudia, the beastkin adventurer I'd hired.