The Angel Gabriella

"Well, we really should meet the other angels," you decide, since you'll have time to fuck and fuck with Michelle later. "Who's the one with the horn?"

You had noticed that one of the angels had a ram's horn tucked into the belt of its robe.

"Oh, that's the angle Gabriel," Hellen explained. "Gabriel is kind of god's personal courier service."

"Hmmm," you say, considering. "I think I'd like her better as the Angel Gabriella."

As you say so, the angel's framing sword vanishes, its golden hair becomes a dark, curly back growing down to its waist, its eyes become a big, dewy brown, its skin turns a lustrous cinnamon, its figure turns emphatically female and a dark-thatched bush appears on her once smooth crotch. With another thought, the angel's wing feathers become a pale green as does her robe, which shrinks down to a tiny skirt, hanging low on her wide, curving hips and barely covering her new twat, not that this is any nod towards modesty since the thin fabric is quite transparent. You put heavy green eyeshadow on her eyelids and green lipstick as well, with long green fingernails on her hands. You put big silver rings in her ears, small silver rings in her nipples, and a tiny silver ring in her clit. Then you give her a navel for the pure purpose of piercing it as well.

"And as for the horn, Gabriella," you say to the still-frozen angel, seeing it where it fell when you abbreviated her outfit. "I don't think you'll be needing it. But I'll make up for the loss by making you the horniest little angel in my new universe!"

So saying, the horn disappears and the angel shudders into life. She swings her absent sword, then blinks and looks about frantically.

"What ees goeen on?" she asks in a thick Puerto Rican accent. "Que pasa? Why am I all talking like...what happened to my... Aye Dios Mio! What eees she doeen?"

Gabriella soon turns to the Angel Michelle who was still vigorously abusing her new genitals and titties with a big stupid smile on her face. There is a look of shock on Gabriella's face.

"She's just getting to know her new pussy, Gabriella!" you explained. "You should probably figure out how to use yours as well."

"My...." She said, her hand finding her crotch. "Aye caramba! You... you shouldn't oughta... I shouldn't be having no..."

"Maybe you shouldn't, but you don't seem to be letting go," Hellen observed with a smirk.

"I'm a... I am trying to... to not..." Gabriella said as her other hand joined in.

"Now Gabriella," you chide her. "There's no reason for that. Those were the OLD rules. I'm your new boss and I say that you should enjoy yourself and the new pussy I gave you. Now say thank you."

There was a moment of resistance, then her big brown eyes rolled back in her head as she diddled her clit.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed. "Gracias! Aye Senor! Gracias a Dios!"

The horny little angel sank to her knees, her pale green wings spreading, her dark brown labia doing the same.

"Who's next?" you ask Hellen.