And then you get 'jumped' in.

You don't know what to say. You aren't in any position to refuse, and after the damage you did to The Donnas, you feel lucky to be offered a membership instead of getting roasted by this deadly dragon lady. Besides, you have had some of your ickiest, squickiest fantasies about getting femme dommed by the rarest of rare cryptid cuties. Here's your chance to live out those fantasies and more than even your filthy little mind could conjure up.

Beyond the purely pornographic perversions filling your head, there's also the added appeal of finding a group of girls that seem to be on a similar journey as you. You wouldn't have expected to find another half human trans girl enby at this school, and you might have just found three. It hits you like a freight train hauling epiphanies that you just came out to yourself and untangled years and years of self doubt and sabotage in a few moments of near **** self actualization.

You see your sisters to be with new eyes, and it seems they see you differently too. Donna Damp has shaken the cobwebs out and is looking at you like she can't wait to pay you back, even though she will have to share the pain of your punishment, maybe that's what she's looking forward to the most. Donna Danger has healed her wounds and pulled herself together, and she is looking at you with a mix of anger, arousal, and...admiration?! Donna Drag, clearly the leader of the pack, is looking at you with pure, unadulterated lust, and not just surface deep. It's like she can see through you, and not just literally, and as hard as it is for you to believe, she actually likes what she sees!

"Alright, girls. Since the newest Donna took us all on single handed and landed at least one blow on all of us, I say she deserves the same one on one treatment before she get officially 'jumped' in." Drag offers as if it's up for debate while making it clear with her tone that it's not. "Fangs, you get first whack, but no getting rid of the slime in you until the initiation is over. She got you fair and square and you just have to suck it up until she's one of us."

You still think of 'Fangs' as Damp, if only because of how wet she is while pretending she isn't looking forward to getting gang banged by her ghoulfriends. You don't need to share her experiences to tell either, they can probably smell it all the way in Heaven. You giggle as you imagine angels jerking off and it snowing on Earth and Damp titters then shoots you a nasty look. You've never been so excited to see such hatred in someone's eyes, but you know what's simmering beneath it. The dhampyre moves faster than you can see, rushing you towards an ancient stone wall and splattering you across it while thinking the filthiest thoughts so that instead of an agonizing injury, your slime reacts with illicit instincts and splays out wet and wanting like a wide open pussy.

"You have no idea how long I've fantasized about Doppa doing this to me. But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll drain you down to a little bounce ball I keep in my ass." Damp whispers wetly as you wish every threat you recieved since coming here didn't sound so Devil Blessed delicious. With you spread wide and exposed, every tiny teasing touch of her ice cold hands sends sweltering shivers over every dripping inch of you. Instead of forming you back into a fuck doll, she keeps you spread out like a sweet, sticky jam that even she can't resist licking slowly and softly.

It's the worst kind of ****, edging you endlessly with tender, tantalizing touches and light, almost loving laps. It's made even more maddening by the knowledge that Damp is enduring the same punishment she's inflicting on you. Why doesn't she want to cum? Unless...is slow sensual teasing and endlessly enjoying the ebbs and flow of pleasure something you can get off on without feeling the need for a 'release'?

"Good girl. A gooner after my own heart." Damp looks at you with ravishing recognition and shapes a mouth and tongue so you can make out while she pets and strokes you and calls you her "good little goonette" and you just melt more and more until suddenly stops and lets you slide to the floor, vibing so hard it hurts and loving that toothache sweet painful pleasure. You manage to pull yourself together just in time for Danger to pounce on you, pinning you from behind on the floor with her huge paws and breathing on the back of your neck hot, harried, and hungry.

"This is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me." Danger threatens, or promises depending on how you look at it. You look at it on from out of the corner of your eye, as a thick canine tongue sizzles across your supple cheek and blisters against your full lips. You feel her warm wetness slide up against your thighs, and you wonder if she intends to rub her puppy pussy against yours like in the pornos they make for straight men. Instead she confirms the cock you saw in her human disguise wasn't all illusion. A thick hung, human cock comes sliding past the lupine lips and fills your all too eager pussy.

"Oh fuh NNF fuuuck! Please...fucking hurt me more than you hurt you! Just fuck me right now!" You cry out, too horny and needy too play it cool and wait for her to pound you senseless. Apparently inside you there are two wolves, well three if you're counting the furry's girldick. One wolf yearns for endless denial while the other just wants to get fucked hard and hot and heavy. The latter wolf is in charge at the moment, bucking back on the big (for a human) beefy boner and tongue lolling like a bitch in heat. You only wished Danger had picked a hellhound with a cock, but beggars can't be choosers, and even after she's pounded your third consecutive creamy climax out of you, it still leaves you begging for more.

"That's enough. It's my turn." Drag speaks matter of factly, and Danger pulls out, pouting and panting with her dick drooling, but she doesn't utter a syllable of complaint. Seeing these wild, wanton women so meek and mild before the apparent Head Donna has you feeling weak in the knees and warm in the loins. You mewl as she takes your chin in her clawed hand and lifts it up so she can lean down to give you a single, chaste kiss on the lips. Even after all the torrid teasing and puppy pounding, it's this soft, swift peck that makes your toes curl and you tingle all over and fall head over heels.

As if the day wasn't already overflowing with OMD moments, this one would still floor you. Sure, you're a strange queer pervert obsessed with porn and pleasure denied and taken by ****, but that doesn't make you any less real. Above all you aren't looking for an illusion, you are looking for kindred creatures...you are looking for love. You never imagined you would find it in the kindness shown by a solitary kiss in the middle of a monster mash, but now you can't imagine ever wanting anything else. You have found your girl gang...and you are kinda sorta in love with the boss.

"You are just so cute. Little theyby pretending to be a girl so she doesn't have to realize she already is one. Little wimpy sub with the strength to fight monsters, and the courage to surrender when she needs to. Fuck, I am gonna enjoy getting to know you...intimately." Donna the Dearest says as she lifts her shiny scaled boots one after the other around your head and stands with your face buried in her warm, wet wonder.

She never gives an order, doesn't demean or **** you. She's nothing like the online mistresses you sought out and always left feeling ashamed and hollow. She doesn't need any of that. She is just powerful and perfect and her pussy tastes like the nectar of the goddesses. You dive deep, lapping lovingly as Damp quivers in the corner loving the taste of her friend after taking the pounding from the other. The room fills with the sounds of sweet slurps and smacks and the smell of bursting bliss. You feel the slightest tremor roll through Dearest and despite her somewhat ironically cool demeanor, you can feel the volcanic eruptions of euphoria exploding inside her.

A tiny pat on the head tells you she is finished, and makes you almost melt all over her brilliant boots. Instead, you keep your focus and hold firm, waiting for your next trial. Dearest motions over the other Donnas and says kindly but in a commanding tone, "Very good girl, Donna Darling. You are almost one of us now. I am impressed, but not surprised that you've kept your composure during this ordeal. Now, I'm asking you not to. Being in control is fine and good when we have to. But we're the bad grrls, and what's the point of being bad if you can't get WILD?"

The restraint they were showing falling off like unwieldy weights, the Donnas dive in, surrounding you and plunging in from all sides. Three sets of lips are sculpted and sucked by the various vixens. Three pussies parted and pounded by the trio of terrors. Three breasts kneaded and nibbled and nursed by the orgy of oddities. You realize that you aren't shrinking, and that you are glowing a vibrant green. Somehow through your trials and tribbing you have come through stronger, more in touch with yourself and abilities. On a whim, you imagine three separate slime sluts, and just like that, you are bouncing on a doggy bone while another you sixty nine's the dizzy dhampire and a third tart swaps spit with the delicious dragonborne.

You feel for the first time like you belong. You finally feel strong enough, slutty enough, weird enough, wild enough, and rare enough to call yourself a Donna.

Hmm...it's got a nice ring to it...