Marissa's Best Friend

Marissa had spent a half hour masturbating slowly in the tub.

Then followed it up trying to get ready to go out. Everyone was getting ready to go out, to do anything. Discussing with someone.

Her parents were going to pay tribute to Melissa, Marissa didn't quite grasp it but apparently, her demonic relations owed fealty to the one who spawned them all. And she had ambitions that needed them.

They had shouted back and forth names of friends, associates, and even relations to maybe visit after.

Their loud conversations making Marissa wet, whilst also stirring her conscience into trying to morally object to the taboo arousals. A hundred bad porn scenarios spilled through her mind at some of the names.

Teachers, mechanics, bankers, her uncles, aunts, even grandparents.

Caitlin meanwhile was judging each skirt Marissa tried on, not too long, yet not too short, not too slender as to reveal the tail trying to obscure itself.

Seeing her parents and sibling glamour easily fed jealousy of her soulless relations. She was developing a distaste for the protections afforded her soul, unaware of how her own acts and growing corrupt inclinations only served to feed freeing her soul.

Short of her going for a confession.

Stretching another top over her inflated breasts Marissa shook her head at the mirror hearing the door bell.

“I GOT IT.” Caitlin cried out, sauntering over to the door. “I hope you don't mind, I called Rose over to help you.”

Marissa's heart skipped a beat. Rose was a close rather innocent friend. Sure she partied a bit, but in terms of delinquency she failed to even score next to her high school peers

One of the things that bonded them most was when Marissa had been dumped the previous summer. Her boyfriend apparently felt guilty, loving another woman who wasn't interested in him. And after 3 months of chasing after Rose he came back, only to be dumped shortly after.

Looking in the mirror Marissa dealt with thoughts and questions of just what she had become.

Her stressing body releasing more potent pheromones as dark ideas of finally feeling a pussy with her tail emerged.

With a casual swing, the door flung wide and Rose meandered over to the bed flopping backwards on to it.

“Sorry about the delay, my parents were being ridiculous. What's the cris..” Rose's sentence stopped suddenly as she noticed….