FSE

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A chill breeze whisked itself through the air as the barely rising sun peeked over the horizon. Long shadows stretched across the ground in the early morning sky in the temperate climate as the lack of noise from birds in the surrounding forest helped to signify the start of a grand day. There was a lake which sparkled in the early hours of the day, as if tears innumerable from the heavens were held aloft by only the timeless beauty created from the mere presence. A long lake, so it's namesake would imply by the locals calling it as such, the lack of waves and clear waters made it a silently agreed upon safe haven for the local animals whether they hold a higher degree of sentience or not.

The only thing which broke the normal routine of the creatures, what caused them to scurry away from the branches of the trees and had the birds fly scatter away in a frightened teeter, would be the heavy thumps of air being pushed aside as though the atmosphere was being simply controlled. Rivaling the serenity from that of the lake, a creature with brilliant silver scales soared just above the tips of the shorter pine and deciduous trees alike. While scanning the region, the dragon quickly sought out the destination he was told to move towards. Leaves rustled with a seeming anticipation to be graced by the tips on the awe-inspiring wingspan, the beats against the air sending a downward thrust of air strong enough to emulate that of a heavier wind as if to only showcase the raw strength such a creature held within their wings; mother nature constantly in amazement with itself at the near perfection stored inside of a single body.

This silver creature received a glint within his searching blue eyes as the destination which he sought out came to his view. The wings folded inwards towards his body as the living creature quickly angled downwards by forty five degrees. A quick breeze stirred just behind the dragon, as if the world gasped at the false drama created, for the silver being was merely aiming for the lake. In a sign of continued grace and finesse perfected only by the broad spectrum of winged reptiles, the leathery appendages catching the air with due haste. With a steep upwards in direction, and legs extended, the regal creature found himself creating a great calamity around him as the water splashed forth in all directions away from the beast. The hind legs having made contact in the water first, the rest of the body followed within a heartbeat.

"G-gods this water is cold! Why did it have to be so damn early...?" He hissed to himself in slight annoyance.

His tail thrashed about in the water to gain perfect orientation, feet unable to find purchase on the account of the lake being certainly too deep when towards the center ellipse shaped lake geographic location. The fish which had come out during the peak of their active hours scattered in a frantic swim to evade the large predator, but of course the dragon wasn't seeking any of the whitefish or perch. He was told to come out to this lake specifically by an endearing friend of an alchemist. He had no idea what one would need to be out in the middle of a forest, but he couldn't turn down the fervor which he recalls quite vividly due to some sort of 'new breakthrough' or what the purpose was with having to come out just at the crack of dawn.

Muttering incomprehensibly to himself, he would simply look down in to the water and keeping himself aloft on the surface. The wings lay stretched out upon top to work as an extra makeshift floatation device even if it helped absorb more of the chill conveyed by lake, but with due time the body will accommodate itself with the unnecessary cold. Slowly paddling along towards one of the shorelines in idle thought, his years would perk as something was realized. The direction he had come from, just behind, was suspiciously quiet despite having cleared the area. Surely the animals would have gone back to their normal routine by now? Craning the long neck around to look upon the route he took, there was nothing which could be seen that was out of the ordinary.

Letting out a quiet sigh the metallic colored creature looked down in to the water and at his own reflection. Admitting to himself that the locale and time of day combined made for a refreshing and calming period. After that realization, he saw something in the reflection, and not just himself. Something moving, he realized all too late just the rude awakening he was just about to receive. In that single second he could see something falling down out of the sky like a blue and green rocket, the silver dragon let out a surprised roar as he was struck with a heavy force right between the shoulders on his back. Arching the spines that lined the center of his neck and trailed down his spine in a reflexive defensive maneuver. This wouldn't have done much to the assailant, as what ever it had been would already have pushed itself away from the dragon. With a quick push of feet from the attacker, he found himself staring up at the open sky, and once again floating upon the water albeit with his back upon the surface. He was stunned, if only out of surprise, as he knew very well who had attempted to land on him which led to the utter failure and commotion seen before the two.

"Good morning to you too, Grah!" He'd shout out, still able to see the aqua fins of his friend still moving just below the surface of the lake. Something about his friend seemed a bit off, but he couldn't quite put his claw on it when straining to make out what Grahckhöï looked like thanks to the distortion of light from the water.

It was then that the submerged dragon crested the surface of the lake water. The blue and green creature seemingly knowledgeable that the silver beast wasn't able to quite see with the best of his ability. Splashing the water in an elegance matched only by the flight of the reptilian creatures, the beads of water thrown throughout the air glittered as though each one was a piece of a crystal ball that had been shattered from an intense explosion. This dragon, an anthropomorphic female, arched her back while more than half her body shot out from the water which gave the male dragon just a bit of something to stare at.

"Is that really you, Grahckhöï? Is this what you wanted to show me?" He would say with a bit of a disbelieving tone to his voice. He remembered the aquatic dragon being a quadruped, and as every second went on it would just led to questions being unanswered inside his mind.

Having a belly and perfected shapely region chest, all bare with out clothing to show off the smooth green scales, she exhibited a complete dominance of her domain of the water through looks alone. The rest of the body had a vibrant blue hue to it, while the three plates of hardened scales on the top of the snout resided with a contrasting deeper blue. Aqua colored fins lined her body; from the top of her head to the very tip of the tail. Along both the backs of the arms and the legs, as well as the expressive ones just along the back of the jawbone. The only variance which could be seen, even if just barely when looking down through the calm surface, would be the under-tail fin that flowed perfectly along with the idle movements of the lake water. The only thing curious which he couldn't remember Grahckhöï ever having, was a leather knapsack which was flung around her left arm, and it surprisingly not effected at all by the water and remained entirely dry.

"Yes, Sonariss, this is me. Why the surprise? I thought you'd be happier to see a friend! Though, no, this isn't what I wanted to show you."

Her voice rang through the morning air with a perfected clarity that seemed unmatched by any other creature before her. Though through her actions there was finally a brief respite from the supposed perfection of this form, and that was a slight bit of clumsiness with moving within the water.

"Hey, um, how about a little help up if you'd be so kind?" She'd ask with a very obvious tone of embarrassment behind it as the webbed hands grasped around the slick scales of the wet silver dragon's left flank as best she could.

Sonariss was simply staring the entire time. He had known Grahckhöï to be an elegant aquatic dragon, as most tend to be, but something about this form had truly struck a chord inside his mind. He also knew Grahckhöï to be an alchemist, which led him to believe that this attractiveness could simply be a intricate spell meant to captivate others. Shaking his head out once the faltered tone of the sea dragon's voice shot through the air, he'd get right to helping the smaller dragon. Rolling atop the water so that the right forepaw could help, his left one as well would work in tandem to grasp around Grahckhöï's shoulders. Granted this would be difficult without a true opposable thumbs for grasping. Wiggling atop of the chest, the blue dragon simply gave quite a grin in the amusement of something.

"My, my, Sonariss! I knew you were suave, but I didn't think you were actually so forward with your fellow dragon-kind!" She'd muse aloud for the silver to hear.

The feral dragon furrowed his eye-ridge while raising one in confusion. What was she talking about? He wasn't trying to co-- it was then he realized, looking down while grasping around her shoulders, just where the 'palms' of his forepaws were pressing in to. The flush to the skin beneath his scales had been so immediate and strong that it partially changed the coloration of the scales above on his face. Giving just a couple more tighter flexes of his digits around the shoulders, pushing in to the pillow-like orbs upon the female's chest, he'd throw his paws back and down in to the water once again.

"N-no, Grah, you know well I'd never do something like that to you! Not upfront at least!" His voice losing some of his own regal tone at this point due to the bashful situation he found himself on.

With a harmless quip, she'd reply, "Not upfront? What's that supposed to mean? Is there something you'd like to tell me that I didn't know about you before?"

By this point the grin upon the water dragon's face was growing in correspondence to the depth of red hue spreading across the silver dragon's face. Just as he would try to retort and make his message clear that this wasn't at all what type of greeting he wished to give, having seemingly forgotten the rather abrupt and rude aerial pounce that Grahckhöï had given, she would press an index finger across the tip of his snout in order to ensure he hushed; an action which told that everything was alright in her mind.

Immediately after she reached around to the knapsack upon her shoulder. Lifting the flap open she would look inside, purposely at an angle which rejected any of Sonariss's attempts to look inside out of curiosity The iconic sounds of clanking glass could be heard as she rummaged through the sack, along with Grahckhöï muttering something to herself... something about hoping she hadn't misplaced it, and how it was to make for a great gift. It dawned within his mind, now, on what was going on. She had gotten him a hatchday present, as today was that very specific day many years ago that he cracked through the egg and crawled out in to the world.

"Open your mouth." Grahckhöï suddenly said while pulling something out from the knapsack.

"What? Why would I do that? That hardly--" He was interrupted by Grahckhöï with her own words.

"Oh just do it you big lump!" The words came out with a joyful laugh.

What ever this was, it is clearly meant to be a surprise. Thus the silver dragon reluctantly opened his maw, parting the silver scaly lips with great hesitation. Deciding to add a bit of sarcasm to the deal he would poke the muscle within that mouth right out, halfway being a rude gesture but keeping it with a look that he just naturally did so to ensure what ever Grahckhöï wished to put within his mouth (a thought that kept scaring Sonariss) that it could be done that much easier. Naturally Grahckhöï recognized the mocking undertone through all of this, and made sure to agonizingly and slowly keep the scene as drawn out as possible.

Seeing the level of anxiousness growing in the feral dragon's being she decided to just end the wait. Cupped within her blue hands was a small glass vial. The shape of it was rather questionable however, as it looked more like what one would see in a poor science fiction movie: the glass having a spiral shape to it which made sure that it'd never actually be able to stand upright with out a proper amount holder. At least the liquid inside made for a much more intriguing sight. A majority of the concoction was as black as a starless and moonless night. Inside, however, there would be tiny flecks of purple and blue, flashing on and off, giving off the impression that there was instead miniscule fireflies captured inside a cut of the night to flutter about with their adoring lights. The full attention of the silver dragon was snapped back to reality as the cork was pulled off with its iconic pop.

Wasting no time in the matter, Grahckhöï reached up towards the feral dragon's open mouth with the vial in hand. The smell hit his nose with a strong blast, it being such a sharp distinction to the fresh forest and lake air around. It had an almost synthetic scent to it, perhaps it being along what raw rubber from a tree may be and yet mixed with a treated and more finalized product of such. Thinking it to be a bad idea, Sonariss was just about to pull his head away as the sea dragon suddenly shoved the glass with its contents inside the carnivorous mouth. The fishy flavor of the blue dragon being just barely sampled upon before the liquid oozed forth from its glass prison. Pulling it quickly out, and stuffing the vial away, the silver dragon likewise closed his mouth upon instinct of needing to swallow.

Swallow he may try, but it felt as if the peristalsis of his esophagus would have nothing to choke down. He could feel the liquid spreading along the taste buds of his purple tongue, leaving behind a particularly bitter flavor. The hints of alcohol within it, a certain saving grace, there was the flecks that he saw within it pressing in against his flesh as they had been surprisingly sharp! Felt cutting in, yet leaving no pain or blood behind, he was beginning to wonder if the sweetness they brought was nothing more than a trick upon his mind, or if they even existed at all. It just kept forcing him to take large gulps to what felt like no avail, and it began to fluster him greatly as instead it seemed that the black liquid puffed out and filled his mouth, and yet his tongue moved about freely. This was a potion of some sort, and it was clearly altering his mind.

A rather pleasant sensation was felt having conjured itself further down his body, however, as the silver feral began to try and focus more upon that. Spreading his hind legs out ever so slightly, a tickling was felt between said legs that wrought out a soothing notion. The sea dragon was, in truth, causing this with the slight flicks that her tail would give while observing the friend she sat upon. Inching back more and more, moving from his chest and down to his belly, it was with clear intent that she was trying to bring a more intimate sort of pleasure to his form. Smacking slightly with his mouth in attempts to gulp down the liquid that still felt to be inside his mouth, he wouldn't even notice what was going on until Grahckhöï wormed the prehensile tail within the male's slit. Garnering an immediate action, Sonariss looked down with wide eyes.

He was going to speak. He was going to say to stop, and that he truly meant it from before: the actions preceding these events truly meant nothing, and there wasn't meant to be anything more than just being friends to come from this meeting. Nothing was said, as his mouth didn't open. The metallic-colored one being unable to form the words necessary to end it all right there. Not because he couldn't, but more because of a strange warmth that took his attention elsewhere. Deep within the pit of his stomach, he could feel it. That potion... it had been ingested all along, and with out a drop being left behind to lay in waste with the rest of the saliva in his mouth. The warmth radiated within his body as the liquid inside seeped itself right through the muscle of the stomach, the mixture of magical properties and that of the alcohol working in tandem to pass right through in to the blood stream with out being properly processed by the body. Each wave of that warmth which flowed within gave a relaxing feeling within his body, as if losing the will to fight back against the sea dragon's actions.

The slowly growing arousal of the silver dragon had certainly not gone by unnoticed by Grahckhöï, and certainly not by her tail! Imitating a snake, that tail coiled around the sensitive flesh with a clear intent and purpose so as to bring that still-soft flesh to a much tougher fruition Speeding along the process of the arousal, the scales grinding along the member ensured that Sonariss was brought down from his defensive position to be left fully open to the ministrations she could bring. The under-tail fin, mentioned before, had a similar look to that of what one might expect a tadpole to have on a tail. This translated to the silver beast, however, as being treated by the hands of heaven itself. The silken-soft skin that made up the fin sparked the nerve endings inside the male protrusion to life. The warmth that the potion began to flow through within the silver body by intermediate waves. The liquid spreading within the veins of the beast, he could begin to feel two different focal points of the heat radiating by his body; his loins and his head.

Before the length of the male dragon could realize its true form, there came another sensation that he had to process within his brain. It equated out to nothing more than a low growl of bliss as a new type of heat was transmitted to his body. While the tail may have relented somewhat, it arching upwards before reaching down again so that the end of it may poke about the groin on the silver creature, he was able to feel beckoning flesh of the cloaca inside the female dragon. Using arms and hands to keep her upper body propped up while on his body, the seven and a half foot tall dragoness was seemingly being entirely acceptive of a over forty foot long feral dragon's shaft. The tip pressing inside, while it reached the maximum size it shall attain in the full arousal and with the liquid of its pre-seed mixing with the feminine spice of Grahckhöï's inner body, it'd send any male creature in to a fit of bliss.

Trying to focus his mind to try and end it all here, as deep down he was uncomfortable with the whole process, he just couldn't find a way to open his mouth and say 'no'. Every time the thought came through to say that single word, a powerful wave of the warmth erupted deep inside the neural complex of his head, forcing him to do otherwise. The higher temperature difference could be felt deep within the body and near his loins, slowly enveloping the swollen flesh with its persuasive warmth that seemed only to enhance his sense of touch to degrees which he had never thought obtainable. A near constant flow of pre-seed from the shaft mixed with the protective liquids inside Grahckhöï's form, and both he and her could feel the warmth of such; an unnatural warmth coming from his body, and thus being absorbed by her own. Pushing herself down, he was unable to resist helping by that of a quick thrust of his hips. His blue eyes closed, seeing the half-lidded emerald gaze of the sea dragon looking upon him as the inner flesh wrapped around the invasive flesh of his body, coaxing out nothing but the most pleasing of sensations as the natural undulations from her moving form would help create.

Shifting about atop of his body, Grahckhöï couldn't do much more than groan out in the intense bliss felt from having the feral creature partially within her body. She had a hidden agenda behind all of this, however, and it was soon becoming quite evident as the same warmth that welled inside of Sonariss's body began to do the same for her. Slowly stretching out her wings, careful so as to not upset her delicate balance of keeping herself pleased and not snapping him from the effects of the potion on his mind, she'd cast a shadow with the aqua-colored and leathery extensions from the flight capable appendages. The more of the pre-seed that her body absorbed, the more that her wings stretched out, for she had wished to test just how much she could currently push the alchemical skills she possessed; little known to the silver dragon that his pre-seed was infused with her very potion, of which it needed in order to fully complete what it was truly meant to do.

The leather upon her wings began to melt as if made of ice and snow. Running down the finger-like bones that a wing possesses, it'd drip within the water where it disappeared entirely. Time went on, and more of the magically infused sexual fluids were sponged with her body. The dripping becoming much more viscous, taking on a deeper hue, until eventually it became a deep black. The once brilliantly blue scales, able to be flaunted as a flag of her tropical heritage, too took on the same lack of coloration. The rigid and molded bones, extending down what used to be wings, turned themselves in to flaccid noodle-like apparitions of their once glorious self. The entire bone structure of the outstretched wing as well took on this limp form. The drops of the liquid, while there was no more leather, continued during this entire time. Both noses on the dragons able to pick up the scent which the potion not so long ago was wafting about.

Sonariss, being completely ignorant to the strange transformation taking place upon his very belly, slowly gaped his maw to let loose a rolling and continual growl of ecstasy. He able to feel how skillfully the seadragon atop of him used her feet in tandem with the tail to pleasure upon the rest of the shaft; the plantigrade soles giving a soft grinding while the claws on the tips of those toes harmlessly raked along the purple member that still remained wet with the natural lubricating liquids that all reptiles possessed inside the slit, while the tail itself wormed inside and along the underside of the bloated flesh to bring out any and all of the pleasures. Never was he able to gain admittance to such taut feminine flesh as with the anthropomorphic dragoness; the purple inner-flesh of the vaginal canal warping and molding in seemingly trained mannerisms. Something caught his attention which was not there before, however... or had it been?

He wasn't certain in his pleasure-fogged mind. A strange goop dropping atop of his body, splattering here and there. Placing his forepaws on his chest to try and feel it, it'd stick to his toes with amazing viscosity and yet continue to flow along with the pull of gravity. Something grabbed his attention that he couldn't ignore this time, however, as he felt something literally grab around his snout. It couldn't be Grahckhöï, as this sensation brought along with it an eerily slimy touch. Slowly opening his eyes, the lids darted wide due to the creature he saw sitting upon his belly. It was his friend, but with radically different appearance to anything that could ever attain an acceptable level of normalcy within the world.

Grahckhöï had been seen by the blue eyes, and ensured to grasp the silver snout right shut so that he wouldn't be able to shout out. Slowly climbing up along his chest with her hands, the feet which had been used upon the shaft was so idly kicking and pushing against it to find purchase, his shaft tip able to gain quite a loving push as the broad of her foot pushed to grind itself right against it, smearing the pre-seed along her scales as well as helping to ensure that he stayed quite erect, despite the potion being a perfect buffer for certainty on the situation. Her wings had transformed entirely to the point that they could no long be called such. Instead, protruding from her back, were eight long and dextrous appendages that glistened within the slowly rising sun's light. There would be four where each wing used to be and with six of them writhing about in the air, but with two of them having curled about the silver dragon's face. Each secreted a foreign liquid along the surface, keeping wet to make sure none dried out, and as well as at the very tip which the same flowing ooze seemed to creep from. This same goop that was spreading down and along Sonariss's scales.

With out any words the other tentacles darted around, simultaneously and as if with a mind of their own. The eyes on the male dragon darted this way and that, trying to keep track of every one as they whisked about! Two of them coiling around his forepaws which had so conveniently offered themselves up. Two more latched upon the respectively located hind paws, bringing them up and out of the water, displacing the cool fresh liquid with that of the comparatively warm and restraining slime. The last two moved with much more grace, and with a combined effect that would force the feral dragon's eyes shut once again. While the last one on her the right side of her body took up the task of pleasuring the shaft, the one upon her left gently slide along and around the vent on the underside of his tail.

With out any hindrance the latex-like appendage shifted itself right inside of the tail star, pushing apart the tight and normally protective sphincter with out an effort given, stretching itself thin before bloating itself out to keep his fleshy underside ripe with attention. A low groan was given by Sonariss while he tried to fight against the vice grip of the tentacles along his body, but with absolutely no avail. He was able to feel it probing about inside the fleshy interior, spreading the goop no matter where it went, massaging with the tip. Grinding itself against the prostate, it would stop the invasion of his body when having pushed past it just a few more inches. Reversing the process, it would move back out just to stop the touch against that hard piece of flesh, and then resume pressing inside.

At the same time the slick appendage which went to the task of the shaft was slowly engulfing it right within its very form. There was barely any tip of which to press inside, as Sonariss found out, but it instead broke it's own latex form in order to completely grasp and bulge itself with the throbbing meat of the dragon. Crying out in muffled bliss, he was only able to exert a barely noticeable thrust upwards as the tentacle slipped itself further down with out much effort, as if absorbing the sensitive flesh right in to itself to the point where it felt more like an added portion of the shaft, it being so tight to the skin that it seemed to adhere to every single cell to ensure that each and every vibration was felt in full and with out degradation of quality for his mind to focus upon while her tail and obviously her paws had moved away long ago. The pre which was expelled, and suckled up, had a small bit of force to it as the apparently fully malleable appendage faked muscular structures within it, pressing in from all sides so as to block the urethra inside that shaft, working as a makeshift cock ring

Tentacles around his four paws, two for each pair that he possessed, could be seen slowly breaking apart from it and the scales. Pulling away with a stretched appearance, the strands of mucous of the tentacles seemed to work as a parting gift to those sections of the silver dragon's body as they moved elsewhere, slowly massaging and working along the hidden musculature of the powerful quadruped. To his astonishment he was able to watch as, the portions left behind on his paws, grew forth and dribbled down his legs. His toes were completely unable to move, nor could he pull his paws away from each other! Thrashing about within the water, tamed instantly after by a powerful thrust of the tentacle inside his anus as it inflated slightly, he was being encased slowly yet surely. Around his face he was able to watch as the black liquid formed a guarding shield over his eyes. A thin membrane so to speak, he was able to still see anything taking place on the outside world while all the sounds of the world gained a quieter tone as it worked along his head and down the neck.

This ooze seemed to repel the water, breaking apart the weak hydrogen bonds of the liquid, to make way for itself as those now free tentacles wrapped around his back and along his wings. Making a sort of dorsal fin out of the wings which still gave a futile resistance against such a binding; they became tied together from the base and then again at the very tips to ensure against any amount of tension the wings could provide in order to gain freedom. The silver dragon slowly becoming a shining black dragon, he was able to feel the intensity of which the differing pressures inside of his shaft and inside the tentacle around it would bring, giving a much more powerful and natural sucking motion that was unable to be denied. When working in tandem with the intense thrusts of the one inside of his tail hole, the time was coming where he was reaching an apex of pleasure. His mind trying to fight against it, the potion still releasing the waves of warmth to ensure he couldn't truly ever come back from his drugged state of mind while it persevered. The muscles on his body flexing out, figurative tensions climbing as his heart raced with the overdose of pleasure, he wished only to let loose a roar of utter affection as the near thirty-four inch purple meat only transmitting the greatest amount of heavenly sensations any dragon could ever hope to indulge upon.

He was just barely able to see the white of the expulsed seed of the pumping shaft travel up one of the tentacles as it created a slight bubble around similarly sized sections as if helping to preserve the seed of the dragon. The tentacle forcing in some of its own natural liquid against the natural flow of Sonariss's, it emulated that of a simultaneous orgasm of a female's body, guaranteeing that the climax was brought above and beyond any thoughts that the silver dragon could have experienced as being 'the greatest bliss', this replacing all else. Still the slimy appendage milked the dragon for every last drop of what he could possess, dragging out the pleasure to immense degrees while the one inside his rectum slowly pulled free, breaking apart and leaving behind a piece of itself much like the ones with his paws. The liquefying substance inside spreading apart, forcing that cavity of his body to remain open to the air while changing itself from that viscous fluid to a much more slick latex coat.

Each tentacle would finally pull away from the wiggling body, of which it had pushed himself along with his 'rider' to the shoreline. His bounded tail was being forced to curl up in a rigid potion to stick to the tips of his wings while the latex had grown over to ensnare all of these together. The tail bumped against the rocky surface near the shore of that lake, Grahckhöï standing right atop of the latex wearing dragon while hopping off to the shore. Turning her head around while affixing the knapsack along her shoulder and arm, giving a particularly devious and toothy grin.

"There you go, Sonariss. I thought you'd like a bit of a latex suit for your birthday. Word had gotten around that you had a sort of interest in such, but as fate would have it, they aren't quite made for large feral beasts such as yourself. I also thought it a good time to test out one of my potions. I always wondered if I could use another being to shorten the process of producing my potions. Your seed should make for a fine test subject. Thank you for that. Oh, and by the way, your mate should be by to pick you up some time later in the evening. I told him I didn't know how long it'd take to meet up with you." She would say with a grin, turning back around.

And there Grahckhöï walked away from her friend and in to the forest, the late morning sun finally breaking away in to a gorgeous summer afternoon. Sonariss able to watch, bound up with out any more than a couple inches of give to his suit for movement, as his friend swayed her tail along through the air in circular motions to the movement of her hips. Each of her new tentacles writhing about, just gracing past the bark of the trees she walked beyond. With a squint of his eyes, he could see one of the slimy appendages moving its tip in such a way that it almost looked as if it were waving goodbye; a friend eager to meet up again in the future.