Veronica's Beastly Conquest
Yes, it's your fault!
Veronica, having swallowed the pure white pill, waited for the changes to ripple through her body. Just as a doubt crept into her mind—Was it all just bluffing?—a heavy sensation began to build in her lower abdomen. Feeling stifled, she hastily loosened her clothes, only to spot a reddish-tinged, fleshy rod popping out with a pop. She immediately covered her eyes. Seeing it in the flesh... for the first time ever.
Peeking through her fingers, she glimpsed the rigid shaft between them. An unfamiliar sensation washed over Veronica, strange and intoxicating. That's when a flash of light pink hair entered her vision. It was Asha. Her face blank, mouth agape, Asha leaned in close to Veronica's new appendage.
Veronica shuddered from head to toe as Asha sniffed at it curiously. She knew Asha wasn't in her right mind. The pill's contents weren't fully verified yet. But still—
"Eep!?"
Asha's tongue brushed the tip of Veronica's rod. The soft, wet lick against such sensitive skin sent Veronica's thoughts screeching to a halt. It felt like every nerve in her body converged there. Asha's ears twitched atop her head as she lapped at the tip like it was a sweet candy, her warm tongue sending jolts through Veronica with each pass. Her body jerked involuntarily.
Soon, Veronica's shaft glistened with Asha's saliva. Undeterred, Asha kept licking eagerly. The bizarre pleasure made Veronica's hips tremble; she sensed something building and yanked back urgently. Blaming it on Asha's heat, she couldn't let it happen yet—she needed to calm her first.
...That sensation from before, was that what a man's... ejaculation feels like?
As Veronica pulled away, Asha thumped her tail against the bed in protest. Gazing at her, Veronica shifted closer.
"...I'll, I'll do it, so d-don't whine."
She had the knowledge, at least. No practical experience, but... Veronica coaxed the growling Asha into position on all fours. Facing her felt too embarrassing now that it was real.
Asha, rationality drowned by beastkin lust and instinct, sensed what was coming and arched her hips high. Her pale, creamy buttocks bore Veronica's earlier marks, red and blotchy.
"...I'm the crazy one here."
Pity stirred unbidden; Veronica stroked her gently, drawing a lewd whimper from Asha. Veronica's cheeks flushed crimson. That fleeting sympathy twisted into clumsy barbs.
"...Pervy bitch. It suits your beastly look perfectly...!"
Asha's slit was already slick and ready, glistening invitingly. Veronica gripped her hips and maneuvered her shaft to enter—but it slipped repeatedly. Finally aligning it, she exhaled in relief.
"...Harder than I thought... Hnngh!?"
A moan escaped her as Asha bucked back, teasing the tip. Fury flared; Veronica raised her hand to punish the unruly beast—and smacked Asha's ass.
"Hyaa...!"
"I-I said wait!"
Asha's moan sent another chill through Veronica. Her aroused body eroded her restraint bit by bit. Obeying—or so it seemed—Asha held her hips raised. Satisfied, Veronica smacked her again. Asha's tail coiled around Veronica's wrist amid delighted cries.
"...Yeah, that's it. Wait your turn. You're the one making me work for it, so obey... right?"
Denying her own nature, Veronica dumped all blame on Asha and groped her ass freely. Soft... and so springy. No guilt lingered over the marks she'd left. If anything... it thrilled her. Asha looked utterly claimed by the rod hovering over her slit. Unaware of her own shift.
Gripping Asha's hips with her tailed-wrapped hand, Veronica eased in slowly. The drenched slit welcomed her greedily, walls clenching warmly around the shaft. Veronica's vision blurred as pleasure mounted. Asha's sweet moans urged her deeper.
Then sanity flickered back. Remembering Cecil, Veronica clamped a hand over Asha's mouth. Still buried deep, she smacked her ass and pushed forward.
"...Move up a bit."
"Hah... hah..."
"D-don't just squeeze!"
Asha crawled forward, face burying into the pillow. Relieved, Veronica caught her breath before drawing back slowly. The mushroom head scraped Asha's inner walls with teasing notches. Drool beaded at Veronica's lips.
"Hnn... What is this... It f-feels so good..."
Her eyes dulled, reason fully submerged. Drool dripping onto Asha, Veronica soon rocked her hips. Slap! Slap! Her thrusts grew fierce. Lost in novel ecstasy, her mind fixated on pounding relentlessly.
Veronica yanked Asha's tail-wrapped wrist while slamming in. The answering clench intensified everything. Craving more, she tugged harder. Asha shuddered, squeezing tighter. Muffled whimpers hovered over the bed. Fluids splashed Veronica's thighs.
Veronica smirked.
"Heh... Pathetic... Getting owned by your own potion... Pathetic..."
Slap! Slap! Slap! Splurt! More splashes. Irritation surged.
"Hah, huffing and just squeezing? A-answer me!"
No reply came, fueling Veronica's rage. She yanked the tail and spanked harder. The only response: that vise-like grip below. Blind with fury, her pistoning raged—until the building pressure returned. Ejaculation loomed.
Sanity snapped back.
"W-what do I do!?"
She thrust up, asking Asha desperately.
"A-Asha... What should I do?"
No answer. Feeling fresh slickness on her thighs, Veronica... kept going. Clarity drowned anew.
"Always h-hogging the pleasure... Won't even j-join the workshop... But heat's fine? M-money that important? Nngh!"
Rambling incoherently amid the urge, she gripped tail and ass, driving deep. Drool trailed from her lips. Her face screamed lost control. Unable to hold back, Veronica climaxed. Pressed tight against Asha, waves of release surged out in blissful pulses.
The spent shaft faded soon after. Emptiness yanked Veronica back to reality. The sticky scent assaulted her; she shook her head and surveyed the aftermath.
With the rod gone, Asha's raised hips let thick white fluid gush from her slit. It dripped onto the bed, absorbed without trace. Asha trembled, face in pillow, body quaking from countless peaks.
Veronica paled.
"...Ah."
Thoughts raced: I have to take responsibility now, right? How many kids? Marriage—can we? But what if it's not Asha? I'd have raped a stranger... Chills gripped her spine; she shook it off and got to work.
Couldn't brew in another's workshop without permission—save that for Asha's awakening. First, she flung open the bedroom window to air out the cloying aroma. Then... straightened her clothes and scraped the creamy remnants from Asha's twitching slit as best she could.
Asha squirted from the stimulation, but the bed soaked it up harmlessly.
"...What the hell is this bed?"
Amazed briefly, Veronica laid the pillow-smashed Asha flat.
"..."
Messy chaos. Face red from pressure marks, drool everywhere, eyes half-lidded... Guilt stabbed Veronica. She murmured an apology, tidying Asha's clothes. At least her overheated body seemed calmed. Finishing with a sigh—
The door burst open. Cecil entered. Veronica's heart plummeted.