The Wet Fold

You ride along passively as your trainer heads outside in your body, focuses a moment - which causes feathered wings to grow out of your back - and takes to the sky. Flying is fun… but the ring seems to simply treat it as a simple task, just something to do to get from A to B.

“How is this boring for you?” You ask in your head.

‘I've been flying for a long time,’ he responds, shrugging with your shoulders, ‘Think of it like driving: When you were a teenager and first got a license, driving was fun and freedom: Go anywhere quickly? Awesome! Total freedom!’ He pauses, ‘and then a couple years later, driving is simply a thing you do. Flying is the same way: Fantastic fun at first, but funnily enough flying fades into an everyday activity if you can do it at any time.’

“Is that something I can learn?” You consider, “...also the invisibility?”

‘I can set up training for anything I understand, yes,’ the dragon ring answers as he picks up speed, ‘which is a fair amount. And… you are getting to the point where it may be worthwhile to switch.’ He considers, ‘Tell you what: When you no longer need the ring I made for you to transform, we'll start in on another power. Sounds good?’

“Sounds like a plan,” you smile inwardly as you land at the Ring's apparent destination: A building with blocked windows and a sign you haven't heard of before: ‘The Wet Fold’. He lands, drops the wings, and the invisibility in an alley.

“Ah, that name…” you begin.

‘It is absolutely referring to what you think,’ the ring chuckles in your head as you walk in the door. ‘It's a lesbian bar and dance hall, although they also get some crossdressers, trans folk, and others… but no obvious men, the bouncer sees to that,” you pass a muscle beach babe in a very tight T-shirt that says ‘Bouncers’ over her silicone-enhanced boobs. “I'm here to scratch an itch.’

“Betty's not enough for you?” You feel rising anger.

‘She's great,’ the Ring nods at a waitress, “Bar, please,” and follows the lady to join a few dozen other ladies at the bar. ‘But there's a number of problems with a long term romantic relationship there. First, she wants something I'm not prepared to give her at this time. In a few months when you're in a place where I can be confident enough you no longer need direct training and won't cause yourself problems? Maybe I can give her what she wants from me. Right now?’ The ring pauses, ‘Nope. Second: Keep in mind… to me, everyone is short lived. Anything serious is simply not on the table, because I know with a cold certainty that I am going to outlive her great grandchildren, assuming she has any.’ The Ring orders a scotch on the rocks from the bartender as he sits your body down on a bar stool, and starts looking around at the other women, ‘Third…’ he pauses, ‘...she's sweet on you, not me.’

“Wait, what?” Your anger melts into confusion.

The bartender sets a glass down in front of you, you, and you find yourself taking just the smallest of sips as you survey the room: There's not a single guy in sight. The closest anyone comes is a dark skinned woman dressed up in a suit and tie that's clearly form fitted. Everyone - from the bouncer to the bartender to the people dancing - are very much female in form. ‘She was super eager to bed me because that meant she got to kiss your face, eat your pussy, and have your lips on hers. She was settling on me because she couldn't have who she really wanted.’ He takes another sip, ‘Speaking of wanting…’ the man downs the rest of the drink and walks over to the DJ.

“Got any big band in there?” Your mouth speaks into the ears of the woman running the sound system, “I want something swinging.”

“You're up next Alice,” the DJ nods as she adjusts the music queue. “Got someone in mind?”

“Not yet, Donna,” you wonder how often your body guest comes here to be on a first name basis with the DJ… and not need to pay for the initial drink with the bartender, come to think of it… you resolve to check the transactions on your bank account later.

“My shift ends at two,” the woman licks her lips.

“I may take you up on that,” your body chuckles, “but I need my exercise.”

“I'm planning on enjoying the show,” the DJ licks her lips again as you walk out on the dance floor.

And then you dance, hard and fast. The DJ plays fast-paced loud music for a good half hour while you simply OWN the dance floor, flipping around and literally swinging off larger partners. When she's done, you're sweating and exhausted… so your guest sits down at the bar again, and focuses while drinking a tall glass of ice water… at which point, all the fatigue and sweat seemingly evaporate, and you go out to the floor again, for another half hour. This time the ring finds a proper dance partner… and after a good twenty minutes of dancing that gets you warmer and warmer, as both your and her hands become progressively less subtle about touching, brushing hands across hips, back, then butt… and then openly groping, grabbing the same. That's followed by kissing while clutching each other tight, then tongue, and almost doing it on the dance floor.

And you are really horny. The Ring did explain how that works… but knowing what's going on doesn't change the flash of heat that comes every time you grab the supple flesh of the woman with whom you're dancing, or the rush of pleasure when she grabs yours. Your panties would be soaked, except this conjured dress apparently doesn't have any, so your arousal is slowly trickling down your legs, instead.

And then she drags the two of you back to a ‘VIP Lounge’, with a separate bouncer who just smiles at you and opens the door to let you in… to a small hallway with a half-dozen rooms… which have deep red couches big enough to be beds. The ring guides you and the mystery woman into one, closing and locking the door behind you….