Chapter 268

While Delta was busy getting her first taste of—apparently fruity—slimegirl pussy, Zoey leaned against the headboard and admired Rosalie’s reaction to having her pussy licked. Several little noises issued from her as she squirmed and enjoyed the foxgirl’s attention. The sounds morphed into long, breathy moans as Delta’s tongue worked deeper in. However enthusiastic Rosalie usually was to get her mouth around Zoey’s cock, she seemed to temporarily forget her own task at hand.

“A-Ah.” Rosalie’s head dipped forward to bounce against Zoey’s cock. “It feels—weird. The same, but different?”

“Tastes the same but different, too,” Delta’s muffled voice said—or that was Zoey’s best guess, since she was somewhat incomprehensible with her face buried between Rosalie’s legs.

A bit hazily, Rosalie rallied herself, grabbing Zoey’s cock and focusing on her own mission. The first long swipe of her tongue up and along Zoey’s length drew a shiver from her, and left a string of glistening light blue slime-saliva behind. The substance was gooier than regular saliva, noticeably so, and the sensation was incredible. The texture of Rosalie’s tongue as it clung to her cock as it ran up and across her sensitive rod was something to remember. Every part of Rosalie’s new body seemed to cling and hug her more than normal.

Swirling her tongue around the top, Rosalie dipped down and took her into her mouth. Zoey’s cock sank into her semi-transparent cheek, goo-skin bulging out as it rubbed against her teeth. Amazed, Zoey watched her cock be pleasured while she could still see it. Changing angle, Rosalie worked her tongue against the underside and sucked and bobbed, working up and down Zoey’s length.

Bit by bit, with increasing enthusiasm, Zoey’s cock disappeared into the slimegirl’s throat. Her arousal spiked as the tight tunnel of her throat accepted Zoey’s tip, and, wiggling her head, Rosalie dived down. Zoey’s cock slid and slid—essentially into her chest. In only a few moments, Rosalie had her nose firmly buried in Zoey’s crotch, having taken her all the way. Her throat bulged with the shape of the thick cock inside her. And more than just the imprint, Zoey could actually see her cock bulging her skin out.

Zoey always enjoyed the sight of Rosalie buried onto her, but it was much more erotic when the girl’s body was see-through, her full length on display through the light-blue material of her partner’s body. Rosalie looked up with her cute nose smooshed against her crotch, eyes proud, and she gagged once. Zoey nearly came right there.

Adding to the experience was how, through Rosalie’s body, she could see the foxgirl eating her out. Rosalie was groaning and trembling no small amount from her own pleasuring down below, and really, that just provided a better experience for Zoey.

Basically, it was the best of all worlds. Slimegirls were seriously the best.

The two sets of oral pleasuring continued for a bit, before eventually Delta pulled away, gasping, and shuffled out underneath from Rosalie. Rosalie protested the lack of stimulation with a whine that vibrated through Zoey’s cock, but she didn’t stop lifting up and down, determined to continue massaging Zoey with her throat.

Recovering from her extended period submerged, Delta elbowed up and appreciated the show for a moment. She caught her breath as she watched, Zoey’s cock disappearing down the other girl’s throat, plunging nearly to her stomach with each eager dive of Rosalie’s head, before the foxgirl announced:

“Alright. I’ve gotta see what that’s like.”

The foxgirl pulled her own potion out of her inventory, the glass vial appearing magically between her fingers. Without input from Rosalie or Zoey, she uncorked it and tipped it back, swallowing the liquid in one smooth motion.

She shivered as the transformation took hold, her tail flicking wildly behind her in agitation, suggesting how strange it must feel. Like with Rosalie, the process lasted less than ten seconds. Incrementally, the foxgirl transmuted into her slimegirl form. The end result wasn’t that different from her shadow clone skill, honestly, except instead of black, she turned purple. A much more transparent purple, too. And gooier, rather than the clean black lines of her Shadow.

Purple. Same color as her eyes, Zoey noted. Was that how it worked? Did that mean she herself would be an emerald slime when she took her potion? She and Mel would be sisters, she thought amusedly.

Like Rosalie, Delta took a second to orient to her new body. She flipped her hands around, then looked down at herself and craned her neck side to side to inspect herself from every angle.

“Whoa. Weird.”

She patted her stomach, and the impacts made a slight squelching noise as it suctioned to the goo. She cupped and bounced her breasts, and they jiggled even more delightfully than they normally would. Delta was visibly fascinated by that, keeping the act up for a good twenty seconds—to Zoey’s viewing pleasure.