Sorcia

Of all the women in the Mythical Creatures section, Sorcia is definitely the most attention-grabbing. As your eyes drift up and down her luscious figure, she leans back, letting you get a good look at all of her assets, including a roomy-looking slit accentuated by a golden ornament girded around her wide hips. You can't help but stare, and Sorcia's devilish smile only encourages your attention.

Slowly, you walk up to her, collar in hand. Sorcia leans toward you, her long, serpentine neck extended to accept your gift. As you reach around to close it, however, you discover that the lovely dragon-woman's throat is too wide for the collar to fit!

Sorcia chuckles, a gentle, sultry sound that nonetheless shakes the ground under your feet. "Oops. A little too small, hmm?"

"Oh, that's right!" the clerk exclaims. "Sorcia is one of our more, ah, endowed girls. Fortunately, I do carry a plus-size collar for just such occasions." So saying, he reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a slightly larger, black leather collar. He hands it to you, and this time, you are able to wrap it around Sorcia's deceptively slender-looking neck and close the latch firmly. Sorcia stands up, towering over you, her claws stroking her new leather collar. Then she looks down at you, smiles, and leans in to give you a powerful bear- (or, rather, dragon-) hug. You return her enthusiastic embrace as best you can, stroking her well-muscled back and shoulders and giving Sorcia a full kiss on the lips. She responds with a deep, rumbling, reptilian sort of purr, sliding a long tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. After a beautiful, endless moment, you end the kiss and look deep into one another's eyes. Sorcia's hold a look of wry amusement as she gazes at you, with an undercurrent of pure, molten lust. You know she can see the awe and atraction written all over your face.

Then Sorcia glances over at the clerk, reminding you that before the two of you get too intimate, you'll need to lose your chaperone. Taking her by one of her large, clawed yet delicate-looking hands, you lead her out of the dungeon-like suite and into the main hallway, following the store clerk back to the lobby. As you sign Sorcia's ownership papers, the clerk drones on about care and feeding: make sure she has plenty of space, feed her plenty of red meat, et cetera, et cetera. All the while, Sorcia is standing behind you, looking over your shoulder, her superhumanly full, round breasts on either side of your head. Her entire body radiates a soothing heat, and as she slides those sensitive claws over your body, you find yourself unable to think of anything but getting this incredible woman home and fucking her brains out!

Finally, you walk out of the Animorph Pet Shop, your very own dragoness at your side. As you reach your car, however, it's obvious that Sorcia isn't going to fit into it; human vehicles simply aren't designed for nine-foot-tall, winged animorphs. Sorcia eyes the machine with a skeptical expression. "You actually use this little thing to get around?"

"It gets me from A to B," you say with a shrug.

Sorcia flashes you a grin, then unfurls her wings. Her wingspan must be at least twenty feet, with thick, leathery membrames stretched between crimson-scaled wingbones.

"I think I have a better idea," she says simply.

In moments, she's down on her hands and knees. You climb onto her back, wrapping your arms around her long neck as Sorcia lifts off.

Riding a real, live dragoness is like nothing you've ever experienced. With every stroke of her enormous, powerful wing muscles, Sorcia's entire body moves beneath you. Trees and buildings flash by beneath you, and you realize that Sorcia must be flying at well above seventy miles per hour. The wind whistles around you, ruffling your hair and clothing, but Sorcia's body heat keeps you from feeling cold or uncomfortable.

Sorcia bends her long neck to look back at you. "Enjoying the ride?"

"Oh, yeah!" you shout back, and Sorcia laughs, clearly having fun as well. You wonder if she's ever gotten to fly before; that dungeon-like place they keep mythical creatures back at the pet shop didn't look terribly roomy. Is this her first flight, too?

In any case, Sorcia flies like a fighter ace, and in no time at all, you're directly over your house. "Please keep your hands and arms around the dragon until her wings have come to a complete stop. Thank you!" Sorcia calls back jokingly, and a moment later, she sets down smoothly on your driveway. You jump down from her back, and as she arches her back, folding her wings, you can't help but marvel again at her exotic beauty, from her long, well-toned legs to her bare sex to her prodigious milk jugs (hey, wait a minute, reptiles don't normally have those, do they?).

Sorcia only smiles at you, her vertically-slitted eyes giving you a seductive look. "I take it you like what you see?"

"Very much," you reply. "I just hope I've got somewhere to put you; I'm not sure my house was built with big, beautiful dragonesses in mind."

As you approach, though, you realize that there's something different about your house. It looks ... well, taller. What was a humble little two-story house this morning is now nearly four times as large, with an enormous ten-foot-tall front door. As you approach, wondering if you might have given Sorcia directions to the wrong house, you notice a note taped to the door.

Dear Sir,

Congratulations on your successful adoption of Sorcia! As your new pet is a dragoness, we are aware that she has special needs. To help make her adjustment to your home easier, we have performed some minor renovations and/or installed new furnishings. If you have any complaints, comments, concerns, or require any additional changes, please contact the number below.

We hope that you and your new pet enjoy a wonderful life together!

Sincerely,

The Staff at The Animorph Pet Shop

You re-read the letter, then look back at your mansion-sized house. "How the heck did they do all of this before we got here?!"

Sorcia shrugs. "They can fit fifty-something environments into a little downtown pet shop, and they've got real, live animorph-girls from all over the world. Why couldn't they?"

Her argument does make a weird kind of sense.

Shaking off your initial shock, you pull your key from your pocket. Apparently, the locks are the same, because the doorknob turns, and the giant door opens on smooth, well-oiled hinges.

Describing your remodeled home as "spacious" would be a major understatement. As Sorcia enters, you notice that she can stand at her full height with no trouble. Every room is nearly four times its original size. Your things are still right where you left them, although you notice that your couch, tables and chairs have all been replaced with larger versions, and the remaining human-sized furniture looks puny in a house designed for a much larger occupant. You'll have to figure out some way ot take advantage of all the extra space.

Sorcia looks around approvingly, her ornaments jingling as she minces about your front hallway and living room. Her movements are lithe and graceful, not the thundering, heavy footsteps you might expect from such a large being. "Very nice," she says. "It may not be a cave full of treasure, but I could definitely get used to this." She glances over at you, a playful smile on her full, crimson-scaled reptilian lips. "You know, after being cooped up in that pet shop for so long, I'm ready for a little excitement. Any ideas, Master?"