First night

After a dessert of some kind of fancy sherbet ice cream, it was time for bed.

Gwen was all fucked out, Taylor wrapped her up in a silk blanket and carried her off to bed like a worm.

"...mrgh-onna come back evy weeknrd...be the librarian! Fucked by cursed tentacle bookksss..."

The rest of us watched from the doorway as Taylor tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead. We managed to suppress our laughter until Taylor shut the door.

Her grayish skin darkened in a blush and she crossed her arms, still smiling though.

Regina slinked forward and hugged the Arachne around the waist, "Can you come fuck me into bed as well?" She fluttered her eyelashes.

Taylor's blush deepened ,but in a blur of motion, she bound Regina's ankles and wrists with silk and threw her over one shoulder.

Regina waved her wrapped hands goodbye, lewd grin wide, only to earn a smack on the ass. "No wiggling, or I'll tie you to the ceiling while I masturbate."

"Ooh, don't threaten me with a good time mommiiEee!" she yelped.

Taylor fondled her ass, "Brat. Good night Morgan, nice to meet you, Emmy."

We waved before entering the master bedroom, giggling even harder once we shut the door.

Tail coiled around her tiny waist, I dragged my smiling elf to the sinfully plush four-poster bed that dominated the center of the room. I reclined against the headboard and sat Emmy on my lap, grinding the base of my erection on her clit. The tip pressing on her navel as she trembled from my ministrations.

I nibbled on her ear and whispered, "It seems we're by ourselves tonight." I lifted her hips until my dripping dickhead teased her twitching pussy,"You've been my pet for a day now, how does it feel?" I got a needy whine as my answer. My hips bucked and hers slammed down, meeting in a wet slap I could barely hear over the ecstatic shriek she let out.

After a few pumps and more gasps, Emmy managed to get her legs in order, squatting over me. We came together, not stopping. Emmy arched her back and braced her arms to either side, riding me more forcefully.

"Hah! Thank you Master!" We came together once again, my tail squeezed her waist, feeling the pulsing of my dick from inside her. "Thank you for making me. Freeing me. Freeing Emmaline." She timed each phrase to our writhing hips, oversensitivity and refractory periods a thing of the past.

We shuddered in another orgasm, stilling as exhaustion began to build. Emmy rolled her hips at a slower pace, smiling over her shoulder at me. "You made me perfect Master. As long as I can stay with you, I'll happily be your pet."

I sat up, grabbing one soft thigh in each hand, testing my elf's flexibility by pinning her arms with her legs. Emmy squeaked excitedly when this caused me to sink deeper in her pussy. Then cooed when I spun her to face me.

I kissed the elf in my lap. I pulled back to smile at her blissful expression, "I'm glad I found you Emmy. Sorry I avoided Emmaline for so long." I pushed her down to really drill into her, my tail slithering to toy with her asshole.

"Don't–ah!– worry Master." My tail **** its way in. "Yeessh! Yo-you couldn't haaaave knownnn." I giggled at the sounds she made as my tail corkscrewed in her ass in time with my dick in her pussy.

I kissed her and we simply enjoyed as our bodies danced in a desynchronized but pleasurable rhythm.

Later, we snuggled, drifting off to sleep. I had closed my eyes and loosened my grip when Emmy shifted to face me."Master?

"Hrmm?" I woke up and frowned at her nervous Aura. "What's wrong?"

She wiggled uncomfortably and hid her face in my boobs. She mumbled something. Flickering embarrassment colored her Aura.

I was reminded that for all the **** she'd suffered, Emmy was several years younger and had a fairly sheltered childhood.

I pulled her up and kissed her forehead, "Emmy. Talk to me, baby." I playfully swatted her ass and she yelped.

She glared at me without any heat before sighing. "While you were making me, teaching me everything I needed to know to be your pet," she ran her hand along the length of my tail to fondle the spade on the end. "I learned a lot about you, Master." She paused.

"Like what?"

"Why haven't you given yourself a vagina, Master?"

I spluttered in shock, "I–Well, I... don't really– I'm fine with just my dick, not all transwomen want bottom surgery any–"

"But you do. Why are you hesitating? You can have both or switch back and forth at will." I was surprised at how forceful she was being. I suppose I shouldn't be though.

I licked my suddenly dry lips, "I'm scared." I admitted.

Emmy tilted her head, "Of what?"

"I'm afraid it'll feel wrong. That I'm not actually trans. That this is just a phase or **** fetish–" Emmy kissed me.

She pressed a hand to my lips and stared at me flatly. "Master. Morgan. You are trans. You are a woman." She squeezed my tail and gestured at my body, "You are also a massive pervert indulging in your fetishes."

My face heated up and I hunched my shoulders. "I..." I must have looked like I was about to ask 'how do you know?'. She glared up at me.

"I saw in your mind Master. You've been in denial for years. You tried to tell yourself you didn't suffer from dysphoria since puberty started. I saw your memories of feeling envious and left out when your girl friends excluded you to talk about 'girl stuff'. I saw how you felt happy whenever someone mistook you for a girl before you got too tall and broad." Her voice softened. "You had a crush on Nathan and pushed him away when you realized. You withdrew from your friends and hated everything about being a man until..." She pressed her hand against my forearm, where the scars had been.

Her glowing eyes filled with love and the beginnings of tears. "Morgan. You're a woman. No matter what your parents say."

She held me as I cried. I don't know for how long.

When I calmed down I felt lighter, like one final weight came loose. "You're right. I was delaying again." I sat up and conjured a mirror.

I looked over my body, the pale gray-blue skin, the tail and the horns keeping my silky midnight blue hair out of my face. My talons and hooves with the permanent stockings and gloves. My tiny dick that already could be mistaken for a large clit. The only remotely masculine part of me. The last piece of the old Morgan.

Emmy knelt behind me, pressing our cheeks together, smiling in encouragement.

I breathed deeply and focused, taking it slow. My dick shrunk further until the head and foreskin became a clit and hood. A thin line drew down then opened into a pair of slick, puffy lips the same dark blue as the ones on my face. The space between grew more folds, the inner labia, a vibrant electric blue. Behind them, the hole and canal of the vagina opened and extended up and into my body. I shivered at the feeling. It felt right.

My vagina. My pussy. The thought, the knowledge, the feeling that I had a pussy instead of a dick brought me to tears again. I still didn't have a womb, and the ovaries were dormant. My urethra and bladder were entirely unnecessary, so I left them out. But I had a pussy. A pussy meant to be penetrated by fingers and tongues and the cocks of–

I shuddered in bliss, in my first orgasm as a woman, I realized when my fingers pulled out of my glistening folds.

"I'm a woman. I have a pussy." I whispered. Emmy pulled me back into a hug as cried in happiness.

"You always were." She murmured.

"Thank you, Emmy. Thank you for helping me."

"It's what I'm for. What kind of pet doesn't comfort her Master." She stuck out her long, red tongue and flicked my nipple. "Wanna try out your new pussy?"

I grinned and lifted her with telekinesis, she squealed when I sat her on my face and stuck my tongue up her pussy. Only for me to give a full body spasm when she returned the favor. Oh God, this is what it feels like? No wonder Gwen passes out after a few rounds.

This time, Emmy taught me the wonders of the female orgasm. I counted seven of the slow-building releases and marveled at the difference from the more sudden male orgasm.

We stopped, gasping, before shaky limbs put us back in kissing range. We fell asleep.