"You promise she's breathing okay?" Sayaka's voice was small, fingers tightening around the edge of her yellow dress as she stared up at Takeshi. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled like wet earth and the salt of her own worry.
"She's got doctors," Takeshi muttered, kicking a pebble. But Sayaka wasn't listening anymore, Anna's cough had sounded like crumpling paper, and the way her ribs had strained under her damp blouse kept replaying behind Sayaka's eyelids. She turned away, trudging toward the empty playground, her pink buckles clicking against the pavement.
The swing chains were cold under her palms. She dragged her shoes through the gravel, pretending the rhythmic screech could drown out the fear gnawing at her stomach. "Anna's tough," she whispered to no one, but the words dissolved in the wind. A ladybug landed on her knee, bright red, like Anna's fever-flushed cheeks last night, and Sayaka blew it away harder than she meant to.
Her pigtails bounced as she rocked forward, the swing lifting just enough to make her socks slip down her ankles. The breeze curled under her dress, tickling the soft skin of her thighs, and for a second, she imagined it was Anna's laughter brushing against her. But then the metal groaned beneath her, and she froze, suddenly aware of how alone she was.
"Well now, aren't you just precious as a button?" The voice was honeyed, richer than anything Sayaka had ever heard, and when she whipped around, her glasses nearly flew off.
The woman standing there glittered, her skin impossibly smooth, her gown clinging in ways fabric shouldn't, like liquid moonlight. Sayaka's fingers dug into the chains. "Who're you supposed to be?"
The Fairy Godmother blinked, her eyes darting to the exaggerated curve of Sayaka's ink-outlined knees, the gradient fade of her dress. "Oh my. I seem to have slipped into a painting." A slow smile spread across her lips, red as the ladybug Sayaka had sent spiraling. "Tell me, darling, when you cry here, do your tears look like little silver lines?"
Sayaka's stomach flipped. "That's a stupid question."
"Is it?" The Godmother tapped her wand against her palm, the sound impossibly crisp in the muted world. "Because from where I'm standing, everything about you is drawn. Even your fear." She leaned in, the press of her breasts against her bodice hypnotic, the scent of roses so thick it made Sayaka's nose prickle. "Now, let's talk about what's really bothering you."
Sayaka gulped. The Godmother's fingers traced her cheek, warm as Anna's forehead had been last night, but where Anna's skin had burned, this touch felt like sinking into a bath after the rain.
"Did you know," the Fairy Godmother murmured, breath smelling of sugar plums, "when real girls worry, their stomachs ache?" Her thumb pressed just below Sayaka's ribcage.
Meanwhile, the fox woman lounged on the jungle gym's top bar, her tail flicking lazily. "This one's *adorable*," she whispered to herself, plump lips quirking. The smoke curled from her fingers, drifting downward in lazy spirals, catching the light like stray pencil lines in Sayaka's animated world.
Sayaka shuddered as the Godmother's hand slid lower. "Mine does ache," she admitted, and the fox's ears perked up, her yellow eyes gleaming. The smoke reached Sayaka's ankles, seeping into the weave of her socks, making her toes tingle as if she'd stepped into fizzy lemonade.
"That tickles!" Sayaka giggled, but then her lungs hitched—the smoke was curling up her calves, thick and syrupy, pressing against the backs of her knees until her legs locked straight. "Hey! Are you..." She gasped as the tendrils slithered higher, coiling around her ribs like invisible fingers tightening a corset. "Stop it! I can't move!"
The Fairy Godmother's wand clattered to the ground, her red lips parting in shock. "Darling, I'm not..." But Sayaka was already spinning, her pigtails whipping against her cheeks as the playground blurred into streaks of color. The wind roared in her ears, lifting her dress to flutter around her waist as she ricocheted off the slide, her buckled shoes sparking against the metal. "Whee!" she yelped, half-terrified, half-delirious, her stomach swooping like she'd missed a step.
The Godmother snatched up her wand, staring at it as if it had bitten her. "This isn't my magic," she breathed, but the fox woman only licked her lips, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as Sayaka cartwheeled past, her laughter ringing like wind chimes in a storm.
Sayaka spun wildly towards the Fairy Godmother, too fast, too uncontrolled, only to jerk to a dead stop inches from her bodice, the sudden stillness making her glasses slide down her nose. "Whoa!" she gasped, wobbling as the world kept spinning without her. The Godmother's hands flew to her shoulders, steadying her.
"Darling, are you..." The Godmother's question died in her throat.
Sayaka's knees knocked together, her giggles dizzy and bright, until she shook her head hard, pigtails slapping her cheeks. "Hah! That was..." Her voice hitched mid-sentence as a strange warmth pooled in her thighs. She glanced down.
Her legs, her thin, childish legs, outlined in cartoonish black strokes, were *changing*. The ink seemed to melt, reforming into fuller curves, the knees smoothing into softer angles, the calves lengthening with a quiet *pop* of tendons shifting. The hem of her dress crept higher on her thighs as they rounded, the fabric straining against new, unfamiliar weight. Sayaka's mouth fell open. "Wh-what...?"
The fox woman's smoke curled around her ankles again, but this time, it slithered up with purpose, coiling just above her kneecaps like a living garter. The Fairy Godmother's grip tightened, her nails digging into Sayaka's shoulders as she watched the girl's legs *blossom*, the transformation sending a visible shudder through Sayaka's body. "Oh," Sayaka whimpered, her voice cracking, "they feel... *heavy*."
The Godmother's wand trembled in her other hand, its star flickering erratically. "This isn't... this isn't *right*," she hissed, her usually melodic voice edged with something raw. Sayaka's hips twitched beneath her dress, the fabric pulling taut as the bones beneath widened with a series of tiny, audible *creaks*.
The fox woman leaned forward, her tail flicking excitedly. "Isn't it, though?" she purred, watching Sayaka's waist cinch inward as her hips flared outward, the motion slow and inexorable, like ink spreading on wet paper.
Sayaka's breath came in short gasps, her hands fluttering uselessly at her sides as her once-flat stomach tensed, the skin there tightening and smoothing under her dress. The Godmother's wand clattered to the ground again, forgotten, as she traced the new curve of Sayaka's hip with a trembling finger. "Who did this to you?" she whispered, her voice cracking. The fox woman laughed, low and throaty, as Sayaka's body *settled* into its new shape with a final, shuddering sigh.
The smoke dissipated, leaving Sayaka swaying on unsteady legs, her once-familiar silhouette now undeniably, irrevocably different. The Fairy Godmother's hands slid down to grip Sayaka's newly rounded hips, as if she could somehow *press* them back into their childish slenderness. Sayaka stared down at herself, her lower lip trembling. "I don't..." she started, but the words died in her throat as another wave of heat pooled low in her belly, and she *felt* it, something deeper, darker, stirring beneath her skin.
The fox woman's eyes gleamed. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed malice, "you're not *nearly* done yet."
Sayaka's breath hitched as an unfamiliar pressure built at the base of her spine, like someone was slowly inflating a balloon beneath her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against her thighs—only for her fingers to slip upward on their own, tracing the sudden, unfamiliar swell just above them. "W-what's..."
"Darling?" The Fairy Godmother's voice wavered as she gripped Sayaka's shoulders tighter, her nails biting into the fabric of the halter dress. "Your... your *backside*..."
Sayaka twisted, her pigtails whipping against her flushed cheeks, and gasped. Her once-flat behind now strained against the yellow fabric, the curves so pronounced they cast shadows on the gravel beneath her. She swayed slightly, her knees trembling, and with each tiny movement, her new flesh *jiggled*, the motion sending a shiver up her spine that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
The fox woman bit her knuckle to stifle a giggle. "Look at her," she whispered to the empty air, tail flicking eagerly. "Little miss *peaches*."
Sayaka whimpered, her fingers digging into her own hips as if they might anchor her. The sensation was overwhelming, the weight of it, the way her panties, *had they always been this tight?*, dug into the new fullness with every breath. She took an unsteady step backward, her buckled shoes slipping on the gravel, and the moment her backside wobbled with the motion, her entire body flushed hot.
"Oh God," she breathed, her voice cracking. "It's... it's *moving*..."
The Fairy Godmother's hands hovered uselessly, her usual poise shattered. "Stop this," she hissed into the air, though she didn't know who she was pleading with. "She's just a *innocent*!"
But the fox woman only grinned, twirling a lock of her own hair as Sayaka's once-slender silhouette pulsed with another wave of transformation. The girl's thighs pressed together instinctively, the new softness of her rear brushing against the backs of her own legs with every tiny shift—a sensation so foreign it made her whimper.
"Go on," the fox woman mouthed silently, as if Sayaka could hear her. "Take another step."
Sayaka did. And when her hips rolled forward, her newly plush backside swaying with a hypnotic, undulating bounce, the Fairy Godmother finally *screamed*.
"Oh *no*," Sayaka gasped, her hands flying to her chest, only to freeze when her fingertips brushed not the familiar flatness of her childhood, but something warm and *round*. Her halter dress strained dangerously as twin peaks pushed outward beneath the fabric, the material creaking like overstretched wrapping paper. "N-no way," she stammered, watching in horror as the orange stripes curved upward, distorting into perfect, impossible arcs. "They're... they're *growing*!"
The fox woman let out a delighted squeal. "Look at those *cherries*!" she crowed, clapping her hands together as Sayaka's once-tiny chest swelled beneath her dress, the fabric riding higher with each passing second.
Sayaka whimpered, her fingers digging into the soft flesh now filling her palms, and then *gasped* as her nipples hardened abruptly beneath the fabric, the sensitive buds rubbing against the rough weave of her dress with every panicked breath. The sensation sent a jolt straight to her core, her thighs clamping together instinctively as her hips gave another involuntary roll. "S-stop it," she begged, her voice cracking as her breasts *jiggled* with the movement, their newfound weight pulling at her shoulders. "I d-don't like this!"
The Fairy Godmother's wand clattered to the ground again, (She had magically pick it up.) forgotten, as she stared in open-mouthed horror at Sayaka's rapidly transforming body. The girl's once-slender frame now strained against her dress, the fabric stretched taut over full, bouncing breasts that threatened to spill free with every shuddering breath. "This *isn't*," the Godmother whispered hoarsely, her fingers twitching at her sides, "this isn't *right*."
But the fox woman only laughed, her tail flicking eagerly as Sayaka's chest *pulsed* outward one final time, the fabric finally giving way with a soft *rip*. The top of her halter dress sagged loosely around her waist, leaving her bare from the waist up, her new, heavy breasts swaying gently in the open air, their pink tips already pebbled tight from the breeze. Sayaka stared down at herself in mute horror, her hands hovering uselessly over her naked chest, too afraid to touch, too shocked to look away.
The fox woman licked her lips. "Now *that's* what I call a *growth spurt*," she purred, her yellow eyes gleaming with unholy delight.
Sayaka's fingers fluttered uselessly above her breasts, her breath hitching as another wave of heat prickled across her scalp. "Wh-what's...*ah!*" Her pigtails twitched violently, the ribbons snapping free as something *shifted* beneath her hairline, a sharp, aching pressure that made her whimper. The Fairy Godmother recoiled as twin points of fur erupted from Sayaka's head, the delicate bones beneath creaking like fresh shoots breaking through soil.
"Oh, *no*," Sayaka moaned, her hands flying upward, only to freeze midair as the new appendages *twitched*, the sensitive tips brushing against her palms. The fox woman let out a delighted gasp. "Ears!" she crowed, bouncing on the jungle gym bars. "Light brown with *black tips*, perfect!"
Sayaka swayed, her newly curved thighs trembling as another strange pressure built at the base of her spine. "N-not *more*," she pleaded, but her breath hitched as her skirt rustled, the fabric lifting on its own as something long and supple pushed free from her panties, her tail, the same tawny shade as her ears, curling possessively around her newly plush thigh. The Fairy Godmother made a strangled noise.
"Stop *looking*!" Sayaka shrieked, her fox ears flattening against her skull as she tried, and failed, to twist away, her tail flicking indignantly, the black tip just barely brushing the underside of her own jiggling rear. The sensation sent a jolt up her spine, her nipples pebbling tighter as her hips gave another involuntary roll. "I... I can *feel* it!" she wailed, her voice cracking as her tail coiled around her wrist like a living thing, the fur impossibly soft against her flushed skin.
The Fairy Godmother's mouth opened and closed, her usually melodic voice reduced to a choked whisper. "You... you're *arous...*"
"Shut up!" Sayaka howled, her cheeks burning hotter than Anna's fever as her thighs squeezed together, the new, slick heat between them impossible to ignore. She'd never felt this before, this *hunger*, this *itch* beneath her skin, like ants crawling up her veins, no, not ants, *fingers*, phantom touches tracing patterns along her ribs, dipping lower, lower, "Oh *God*," she gasped, her fingernails digging into her own hips as her back arched, her breasts bouncing with the motion, her tail tightening around her wrist like a leash.
The fox woman leaned in, her breath warm against Sayaka's twitching ear through magic. "Tell me, little *vixen*," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement, "when you lick your lips now, do you taste cherries? Or *her*?"
Sayaka's head snapped toward Anna's empty swing, her pupils dilating as a wave of *want* crashed over her, so intense it stole her breath. Anna's laugh, Anna's *skin*, the way her collarbones peeked from her damp blouse, no, not just Anna, *every* girl, the playground girls, the bakery girls, their softness, their scent, their *mouths* "N-no," she choked out, but her fingers were already sinking into her own thighs, her tail lashing wildly as her hips ground against nothing, the friction unbearable, *not enough*.
The Fairy Godmother's eyes are wide as she looks Sayaka up and down. "Oh, *hell*," she breathed, watching Sayaka's once-innocent eyes darken with something primal, something *hungry*, as the girl's tongue,*longer now, pointed* darted out to wet her lips.
"You smell," Sayaka whispered, her voice thick, syrupy, "like sugar plums."
The Fairy Godmother took a step back, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel, her wand forgotten at her feet. "Darling," she tried, her usually smooth voice cracking, "you need to..."
Sayaka's hips rolled forward, her tail lashing behind her as she closed the space between them, her newly plush lips parting with a wet *pop*. A bead of sweat trickled down the Fairy Godmother's cleavage, and Sayaka's eyes tracked it, her pupils blown wide. "I want," Sayaka murmured, her breath hitching as her fingertips brushed the Godmother's waist, "to *lick* it off."
The Fairy Godmother gasped as Sayaka's fingers dug into the sparkling fabric of her gown, the girl's grip *stronger* now, her nails sharper, pressing crescent moons into the material. "You're *not*," the Fairy Godmother panted, "thinking clearly..."
Sayaka's lips curled into a feral grin, her canines glinting. "Oh," she purred, pressing her newly curved body flush against the Fairy Godmother's, her tail coiling possessively around the woman's dress, "I'm thinking *perfectly*."
The fox woman's laughter rang out, high and delighted, as Sayaka's nose brushed the Fairy Godmother's stomach area, inhaling deeply. "Roses," Sayaka moaned, her hips grinding forward instinctively, the friction making her whimper. "And *cream*."
The Fairy Godmother's knees buckled slightly as Sayaka's teeth scraped along her dress, the girl's tongue following the path with rough, hungry laps. "S-stop..."
Sayaka's hands slid downward, tracing the curve of the Fairy Godmother's hips with reverent precision, her fingers trembling. "So *soft*," she breathed, her nails catching on the fabric, tearing it slightly as she pulled the woman closer. "I want.."
The fox woman's tail flicked excitedly as she watched Sayaka's fingers dig into the Fairy Godmother's plush backside, the girl's grip desperate, *needy*. "Oh, *yes*," the fox woman whispered, her knuckles pressed to her lips.
Sayaka's breath hitched as her body *thrummed* with unfamiliar heat, her tail tightening around the Fairy Godmother's leg possessively. "Mine," she growled, her voice low, guttural, her lips brushing the shell of the Fairy Godmother's ear. "All *mine*."
The Fairy Godmother whimpered as Sayaka's tongue traced the delicate curve of her stomach through her dress, her body tensing. "Y-you're *hurting* me..."
Sayaka loosened her grip, just enough, her teeth flashing in a grin that was *all* fox. "Then *run*," she purred, her breath hot against the Fairy Godmother's stomach area.
And the Godmother *did*. With a gasp, she wrenched free, her heels skidding against the gravel as she lifted her skirts, just a fraction, and bolted, the fabric fluttering like startled doves.
Sayaka's fingernails dug into the earth. "Ohhh," she crooned, her tail lashing behind her, her newly curved body coiled, *ready*. "You shouldn't have done *that*."
The chase was *electric*.
Sayaka's muscles *sang* as she surged forward, her tail streaming behind her like a banner, her bare breasts bouncing with each stride, the nipples pebbled tight from the wind. The Fairy Godmother's scent, roses and fear, wrapped around her, *pulling* her forward, her shoes scraping the pavement as she closed the distance.
The Fairy Godmother glanced back, *mistake*, her eyes widening as Sayaka *lunged*, her arms wrapping around the Godmother's waist, her momentum sending them both tumbling into the grass.
Sayaka's fangs grazed the Fairy Godmother's throat as she pinned her, her thighs straddling the woman's slim waist, her tail curling possessively around their tangled legs. "Caught you," she murmured, her voice thick with triumph, and something *darker*.
The Fairy Godmother's breath came in short, panicked bursts, her chest heaving against Sayaka's. "P-please..."
Sayaka's fingers traced the delicate dip of the Godmother's collarbone, her touch feather-light, *threatening*. "Tell me," she whispered, her lips brushing the Godmother's jaw, "what do *real* girls taste like?"
The Fairy Godmother's whimper was *delicious*.
Sayaka's tongue flicked out, tracing the rapid pulse at the Godmother's throat, the salt of her skin, the *fear*, the *want*, the... "*Mine*," Sayaka growled again, her hips grinding down, the friction sending sparks up her spine.
The Fairy Godmother gasped, her hands fluttering against Sayaka's shoulders, fingers tangling in the fabric of her ruined halter dress. "S-stop...*oh*... you're just a...*ah!*... a *girl*!"
Sayaka's lips crashed against hers, silencing the protests with a wet, messy kiss, her hair swinging wildly as she devoured the Godmother's mouth. The first kiss,*real* kiss, of her life, and it tasted like stolen sugarplums and smeared lipstick. The Fairy Godmother whimpered against her, the sound swallowed by Sayaka's hungry moan.
Soft, animated lips pressed harder against full, live-action ones, Sayaka's nose bumping awkwardly against the Godmother's nose before she adjusted, tilting her head with a feral grin. Her hands, still childishly slender, ink-outlined, *normal* cupped the Fairy Godmother's face, thumbs pressing into the plush hollows beneath her cheekbones, holding her still as she kissed her again, deeper, clumsier, *needier*.
The Fairy Godmother's hands flew up, fingers tangling in Sayaka's hair, not to push her away, but to *pull* her closer, her breath hitching as Sayaka's tongue swiped along the seam of her lips.
"*Open*," Sayaka demanded against her mouth, the word half-growl, half-plea, her tail lashing against the grass.
And the Fairy Godmother *did*.
Sayaka's moan vibrated against her lips as their tongues met, animated pink meeting live-action red, the Godmother's gasp muffled by the wet slide of lips, teeth, *heat*.
The fox woman cackled from the jungle gym, her tail flicking lazily as Sayaka's hips rolled forward again, grinding against the Fairy Godmother's stomach with a desperate, stuttering rhythm.
"Little *vixen*," the fox woman purred, watching Sayaka's fingers tighten in the Godmother's hair, her grip possessive, *perfect*.
Sayaka's breath hitched, her lips finally pulling away, only to press tiny, wet kisses along the Fairy Godmother's jawline, down her throat, her teeth scraping lightly against the delicate skin.
"*Taste*," Sayaka murmured against her collarbone, her tongue darting out to lap at the sweat gathered there.
The Fairy Godmother shuddered, her body arching beneath Sayaka's, her fingers tightening in the girl's hair.
"You promise she's breathing okay?" Sayaka murmured against the woman's collarbone, her lips brushing damp skin as she inhaled sharply, the scent of roses making her head swim.
"Wh-what?" The Godmother gasped, her voice cracking as Sayaka's tongue traced the delicate swell of her breast above the straining bodice. "Who...*oh!*"
"Anna," Sayaka growled, her teeth grazing the lace edge of the corset, her nose buried in the intoxicating warmth of the Godmother's cleavage. "You *promised*."
The Fairy Godmother's breath hitched as Sayaka's lips parted against her skin, her tongue flicking out to lap at the salty sheen gathered in the valley between her breasts.
"*Liar*," Sayaka breathed, her voice thick with something wet and needy as she pressed her forehead against the Godmother's heaving chest, her tail lashing against the grass. The word tasted like stolen sugarplums and smeared lipstick on her tongue.
The Fairy Godmother's fingers trembled against Sayaka's scalp, her nails scraping lightly as she tried, and failed, to pull the girl closer. "I d-didn't...*ah!*" Her protest dissolved into a moan as Sayaka's teeth scraped the delicate skin just above her bodice, her tongue following the path with rough, hungry laps.
Sayaka's hips rolled forward instinctively, her newly curved thighs pressing against the Fairy Godmother's legs, the friction sending sparks up her spine. "*Liar*," she whispered again, her breath hot against the damp fabric as her fingers dug into the Godmother's waist, the seams of the sparkling gown creaking under her grip. "All you do is *lie*."
The Fairy Godmother's back arched off the grass as Sayaka's lips traced the straining edge of her corset, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat-slicked skin just beneath. "Y-you're *hurting* me," she gasped, her voice wavering between protest and plea.
Sayaka's tail coiled possessively around the Godmother's calf as she pressed her nose deeper into the woman's cleavage, inhaling sharply, the scent of roses and fear wrapping around her like a second skin.
"Good," she murmured, her lips brushing the trembling swell of the Godmother's breast through the fabric. "Now *lie* to me again."
The Fairy Godmother's breath came in short, panicked bursts, her chest heaving against Sayaka's cheek. "P-please...*stop*..."
Sayaka's tongue flicked out, tracing the rapid pulse at the base of the Godmother's throat. "*Liar*," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she pressed her lips to the damp hollow between the woman's breasts, her breath hot against the straining fabric. "You don't *want* me to stop."
The Fairy Godmother's whimper was *delicious*.
Sayaka looks into the Fairy Godmother's eyes with a smirk, as she suddenly moves down her body and ducks under the billowing white skirts, her hands gripping the backs of the Fairy Godmother's trembling thighs. "Wh-what are you..." the Fairy Godmother gasps, her voice cracking as Sayaka's fingers dig into the soft flesh, her warm breath ghosting across the woman's inner thighs.
Only Sayaka's smooth, toned legs remain visible beneath the hem of the sparkling gown, her knees pressing into the damp grass as she leans forward. "So *fancy*," Sayaka murmurs against the Fairy Godmother's stomach, her words muffled by layers of fabric. Her teeth graze the delicate lace waistband of the panties, catching the material with a teasing nip. "All this lace... for *me*?"
The Fairy Godmother's hips jerk involuntarily as Sayaka's incisors sink deeper into the fabric, her hot breath seeping through the thin cotton as she tugs downward with slow, deliberate pressure. The elastic stretches taut against the Fairy Godmother's flushed skin before yielding inch by inch, the damp fabric peeling away with each careful pull of Sayaka's teeth.
"Look at me," Sayaka murmurs around the wadded lace, her voice thick with purpose as she finally pops free from beneath the skirts, her hair mussed and wild. The Fairy Godmother's breath hitches when Sayaka cranes her neck upward, locking their gazes while keeping those damned panties clamped firmly between her grinning teeth. The white fabric sways slightly with each panting exhale through her nose, swinging against her newly plush lips like a metronome counting down to ruin.
With deliberate slowness, Sayaka arches her back until her bare D-cups thrust upward, the Fairy Godmother's stolen undergarments slipping from her mouth to drape across the sweat-slicked swell of her cleavage. The damp lace clings momentarily before Sayaka presses two fingers against it, watching the Fairy Godmother's throat work as she pushes the fabric deeper between her breasts, the elastic waistband disappearing into the shadowed valley with a final, decisive nudge.
"Still lying?" Sayaka purrs, rolling her shoulders to make the stolen panties shift obscenely between her flesh. The Fairy Godmother whimpers as the last scrap of fabric vanishes completely, swallowed by Sayaka's cleavage with a wet, clinging sound. "Your mouth says no..." Sayaka drags a single fingernail along the exposed curve of her own breast, following the path of a stray bead of sweat down to where the panties disappeared. "But your cunt smells like *yes*."
Sayaka dives back beneath the skirts before the Fairy Godmother can protest, her hands sliding up trembling thighs still marked with the faint indents of elastic. The humid darkness beneath the gown swallows Sayaka whole, nothing visible now but the occasional twitch of fabric as she noses higher, her hair catching on lace garters with each purposeful movement. "*Ohh*, Godmother," comes Sayaka's muffled laugh against suddenly bare skin, her breath hitching mid-taunt as she finally inhales properly. "You're *soaked*."
The Fairy Godmother's spine bows off the grass with a choked gasp, her fingers scrabbling at the fabric pooling around Sayaka's shoulders. "I... I've never..." Her words fracture as Sayaka's tongue swipes upward in one long, filthy stroke, the tip catching clumsily at first against unfamiliar folds before firming with hungry purpose. "*Ah!* Saints above, you..." The curse dissolves into a moan as Sayaka's hands clamp harder on her thighs, holding her open while that wicked little tongue flicks faster, firmer, *wrong* and *perfect* and so much *more* than the Fairy Godmother's untouched body knows how to process.
Sayaka hums against her, the vibration wringing another jerky cry from the Fairy Godmother's throat as those clever lips close around her clit with sudden, devastating suction. "N-no *girl* should...*oh!*... should know how to..." The Fairy Godmother's hips stutter helplessly, her back arching so sharply her bodice creaks. Beneath the skirts, Sayaka grins against slick flesh, her tongue dragging slow circles just to feel the way the Fairy Godmother's thighs quiver, like a bowstring drawn too tight after centuries of disuse.
"Should know how to *what*?" Sayaka murmurs against her, the words muffled but merciless, her breath scalding against oversensitive skin. The Fairy Godmother's fingers twist in Sayaka's hair under her skirts, not to pull her away, but to *anchor* herself as the girl's tongue dips lower, teasing the fluttering entrance with lazy, knowing strokes. "Use your *words*, Godmother," Sayaka taunts, her nose bumping against the Fairy Godmother's clit as she laps at her with deliberate, filthy slowness. "Tell me to stop."
The Fairy Godmother chokes on a sob, her thighs clamping reflexively around Sayaka's shoulders, too late. The first spasm hits like lightning, her cunt clenching around nothing as clear fluid spurts against Sayaka's chin in sticky rivulets. "F-fuck! *Fuck*..." The curse tears from her throat raw and shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal, unexpected intensity, her toes curling in her heels as her body bows off the grass.
Sayaka drinks her down greedily, her tongue working relentless circles against the Fairy Godmother's oversensitive clit even as the woman writhes beneath her, her moans pitching higher with each torturous stroke. "S-stop, *please*, I c-can't..." The Fairy Godmother's plea dissolves into a broken whimper as Sayaka's fingers dig into her thighs, holding her open through the aftershocks, her lips sealing tight around the twitching flesh to catch every last drop.
As the Fairy Godmother cums, a accidental burst of magic surges from her fingers. Sparks exploding outward in a shimmering ripple that evaporates fabric instantly. The puff of pink smoke leaves them both gasping, Sayaka still mid-lick as the Godmother's gown dissolves into nothingness above her. The sudden rush of cool air makes Sayaka blink, her tongue still pressed flat against now-bare skin, her own yellow dress and panties vanished entirely. She pulls back just enough to see the Godmother's bare breasts jolt with each ragged breath, her nipples pebbled tight from the shock of exposure.
"You...*oh!*" The Fairy Godmother twists instinctively, but Sayaka's hands are already gripping her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with a strength that shouldn't belong to a girl her size. The Godmother's knees scrape against gravel as her ass lifts reflexively, her plush cheeks trembling under the sudden scrutiny. Sayaka doesn't hesitate, she spreads them wider with her thumbs, her hot breath ghosting over the tight furl of the Godmother's asshole, her pulse hammering at the way it clenches under her gaze. "Wait, *no one's* ever..."
Sayaka's tongue laps a slow, filthy stripe upward, pausing just to tease the rim with the tip before pressing in with deliberate pressure. The Godmother's gasp is *delicious* high and reedy, her fingers clawing at the dirt as Sayaka's nose nudges in between her asscheeks. "You taste *different* here," Sayaka murmurs against her, her tongue circling the twitching rim before plunging in deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks lightly. The Godmother's thighs shake violently, her back arching as Sayaka's fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wider.
"*S-Sayaka!*" The Godmother's voice cracks, her hips jerking backward onto that wicked tongue, her body betraying her with every wet, squelching thrust. Sayaka groans against her, the vibrations wringing a ragged sob from the Godmother's throat as her untouched hole yields inch by inch. The slide is obscene, spit-slick and relentless, Sayaka's chin dripping with her arousal as she fucks her deeper, her tongue curling just enough to make the Godmother's toes curl in the grass. "I...*I can't*..." But Sayaka doesn't stop, her fingers tightening possessively as she drinks down every trembling gasp, every twitch of the Godmother's oversensitive flesh.
Clear fluid spatters the gravel beneath them, the Godmother's thighs quaking as her second orgasm rips through her without warning. Her cunt pulses around nothing, her asshole clenching rhythmically around Sayaka's tongue as she cums *hard*, her back arching like a bowstring drawn too tight. "F-fuck! *Fuck!*" The curse is raw, shattered, her fingers tangling in her own hair as her hips stutter helplessly, grinding back against Sayaka's mouth like she's trying to crawl inside it.
Sayaka moans, her virgin pussy throbbing with a need she doesn't understand, her hips rolling against empty air as she imagines the Godmother's heat wrapped around her instead.
The Godmother collapses forward, her forehead pressing into the dirt, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. Sayaka pulls back just enough to watch her own spit string between her lips and the Godmother's twitching rim, the sight sending a fresh wave of heat flooding between her legs. "*More*," she growls, her voice thick with a hunger that surprises even her, her fingers digging into the Godmother's asscheeks hard enough to leave bruises. The Godmother whimpers, her body trembling, but she doesn't protest as Sayaka's tongue flicks out again, teasing the stretched rim with deliberate, filthy strokes.
Sayaka's own arousal drips down her thighs, her cunt aching with a primal need she's never felt before. She leans forward, her teeth grazing the Godmother's clenching hole, her breath hot against oversensitive skin. "*Tell me*," she murmurs, her lips brushing the quivering flesh as her fingers inch downward, tracing the slick, swollen folds beneath. "*Say you want it.*" The Godmother's hips jerk, her moan muffled against the grass, but Sayaka doesn't need words to know the answer, her body says *yes* with every trembling inch
The Fairy Godmother turns onto her back with a shuddering gasp, her legs spreading wide before Sayaka even touches her, knees trembling, thighs slick with sweat and arousal. "Please," she breathes, her voice cracking as her fingers dig into the grass, her hips lifting in silent supplication. "Don't... don't *stop* keep going."
Sayaka smirks, her ink-outlined knees pressing into the dirt as she crawls forward, her animated curves aligning with the Godmother's live-action softness. "You promise you're breathing okay?" she taunts, echoing the Godmother's earlier concern, her fingers trailing up the woman's inner thighs, reveling in the way they twitch at her touch. The Fairy Godmother whimpers, her back arching as Sayaka's hips roll down, their bodies slotting together with a wet, sticky *slide* cartoonish pink meeting flushed, trembling flesh.
"*Oh!*" The Godmother's cry is sharp, her nails raking down Sayaka's back as their pussies grind together, Sayaka's youthful heat scorching against her in slow, deliberate circles. "Y-you're *burning* me...!"
Sayaka laughs, low and throaty, her hips rolling harder, her clit dragging against the Godmother's swollen folds with each filthy thrust. "Good," she purrs, her breath hot against the Godmother's parted lips. "Now *lie* to me again."
The Godmother's legs tighten around Sayaka's waist, her slick thighs pressing against Sayaka's ribs as she arches upward, her big breasts bouncing against Sayaka's ones. "I-I don't...*ah!*... want this," she gasps, her fingers tangling in Sayaka's hair as Sayaka grinds down harder, their nipples brushing with each frantic movement.
"Liar," Sayaka growls, her voice dripping with amusement as she bites her bottom lip, her hips snapping forward with sudden intensity. The Godmother cries out, her back bowing off the grass as Sayaka's breasts slap against hers, the soft flesh jiggling with each rough thrust.
"Y-you're *insufferable*," the Godmother whimpers, her nails digging into Sayaka's shoulders as her thighs tremble around Sayaka's waist. But Sayaka only grins, her hips never slowing, her fingers tracing the Godmother's quivering clit with teasing lightness. "And you're *wet*," Sayaka counters, her voice thick with satisfaction as she presses two fingers against the Godmother's entrance, feeling the hot, pulsing heat beneath her touch. "So really *wet* for me."
Sayaka moves her hand away from the Fairy Godmother's pussy. She grabs both of the Fairy Godmother's big breasts with both hands as she gets close to her very first orgasm ever. "Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh... I'm cumming!" Sayaka moans loudly.
The Fairy Godmother's eyes roll back into her head as she cums harder than she ever has before in her life. Her magical clear cum sprays out in a huge amount all over Sayaka's animated pussy lips. She lets out a loud moan as she shakes from the orgasm. "AAAAHHHHH! MY CUUUUM!"
Sayaka's animated looking pussy lips press tightly against the Fairy Godmother's cum covered lips, forming a tight seal between them. Sayaka cums harder than she ever thought possible, her clear girl cum squirting out in a huge magical gush. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she moans loudly as her whole body shakes.
Because of the tight seal between their pussies, Sayaka's entire magical load gets pushed deep up into the Fairy Godmother's pussy and womb, filling her completely with the curvy girl's cum. The Fairy Godmother moans loudly as she feels Sayaka's cum filling her up inside. "Ohhhh! It's... It's going so deep!" she gasps, her body twitching from the sensation.
The Fairy Godmother's belly swells slightly from the sheer amount of cum now inside her. Sayaka watches with wide eyes as she sees her cum moving inside the Fairy Godmother's womb. "Ohhh... It's... It's inside you..." Sayaka whispers in awe, placing a small hand on the Fairy Godmother's slightly rounded belly. The Fairy Godmother moans again as she feels Sayaka's hand on her belly, the touch making the cum slosh inside her slightly. "Ohhhhh... So full..." she breathes out, her voice shaky from pleasure.
Meanwhile, the gray-haired fox woman lounges lazily on the jungle gym, her tail flicking with amusement as she watches the scene below. "Oh my, how deliciously messy," she purrs to herself, licking her lips as she watches Sayaka's cum visibly moving inside the Fairy Godmother's swollen belly. "That naive little fairy never stood a chance against such raw, untamed desire." She chuckles, her yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. "Though I must say, I didn't expect the animated one to be so... inventive."
The Fairy Godmother's back arches as another wave of pleasure crashes through her, making the cum inside her slosh violently. "Ohhhh! It's... It's moving again!" she cries out, her hands flying to her belly as she feels the warm liquid shifting inside her.
Sayaka giggles breathlessly, watching with fascination as the Fairy Godmother's belly visibly ripples from the movement. "Does it hurt?" she asks innocently, pressing her small hand deeper into the soft flesh.
The fox woman sighs dramatically, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, this has been absolutely delightful," she muses, her tail twitching with amusement. "But I do believe it's time to find my next little plaything." With a final smirk at the panting, cum-filled Fairy Godmother below, she disappears in a puff of silver smoke, leaving only the faint scent of cherries behind.