Marissa is Fucking Hot

“HOLY SHIT! You're like… Super model hot.” Rose then exclaimed, a hundred questions stirring in her head as she stepped up to run her hands along Marissa's sides, having not noticed the tail hanging out of the skirt behind Marissa.

Marissa was at a loss of words to reply. Part of her wanted to cry out to warn Rose to run, hoping she could escape the house before one of the demons could get her. Part of her wanted to pin the cute lithe blonde down and make out with her while snaking her tail through the ripped jeans into her.

“Ma-ris-sa…” Rose called out waving her hand in front of the glazed eyes of her friend.

“Give her a moment, she got exposed to something last night. She's been adjusting.” Caitlin interjected with a smile, her glamour completely concealing her own sexually amplified body.

Marissa shook her head unsure of what to say or do, torn between two very different paths. “It's not all good,” Marissa replied, looking to downplay the enthusiasm of her changes.

Were Rose's nipples hard? Marissa wondered as Rose stepped back.

“I see nothing wrong. I'm jealous. Boys'll be falling like leaves for you.” Rose preached, stepping around Marissa to check out what happened to her best friends ass when she paused.

As if sensing that her friend had noticed the tail she had been trying to conceal behind herself Marissa stopped trying to keep it tucked up her skirt, and running down the back of her leg. With her no longer holding it rigid it seemed to take on a life of its own.

First dropping loosely and relaxed behind Marissa, then slowly wafting about aloofly as if it was a cats tail.

“Is that a…” Rose was stunned, she found herself transfixed not just by the mere existence of her friends tail, but the almost hypnotic way it moved, swallowing slightly Rose bit her tongue, seeing the phallic end fueled the arousal that had been building strangely since she entered the house.

She debated how to encourage her friend that this wasn't too bad, Doctor's could fix this kind of thing easily But would they want to? Rose wanted to reach out and stroke it, lick it, feel it against her naked skin… What was she thinking?

Shaking her head from the daze and thoughts Rose almost mindless spoke, remaining transfixed on the tip of the tail. “Its uh… Not that bad. I'm sure this is just as excit…uhm...”

Marissa wasn't paying attention, as soon as Rose discovered the tail and stood behind her Marissa tried to focus on a distant object in the room. Trying to purge her perverse thoughts, unaware of her tail’s instinctive movement and actions.

Gasping in pleasure Marissa looked behind herself in shock.