Probably a small hamlet in the woods

After a couple of hours of flying, Anara noticed a clearing with several plumes of smoke moving upwards, at least an hour walk from the edge of the forest. She glided to a halt at the tree line, wondering wouldn't it have been better if she just teleported here. But she swatted that thought away, she has no idea how much it required, since she collapsed on first try, but almost didn't feel it the second time. That might be due to her transformation, but she wouldn't know until she tested it a bit more and studied her abilities. She still felt fuzziness, there was considerable blockage, not enough to hinder her, but enough to consider not using powerful magic for a while.

Flight was fairly easy, it wasn't magical at all, or at least the mechanism wasn't magical. Soaring through the skies felt magical and wonderful to Anara, she mastered it quickly. She felt herself free and careless when she flew. As soon as she touched down she felt some sorts of a hunger, it was a craving but she didn't feel it was for food, her conjuring a simple meal did nothing to satiate her. 'That's another thing I need to study' she thought to herself, this transformation was a real mystery to her. Before she was amazed at it and wanted to see what she can do, now she was wary, wanting to understand what has happened. Did she unlock something dangerous? Was this who she always was but was just masked by her more petite visage? Because her transformation couldn't just happen, her body grew, her ass is thrice the size it was, her breasts are the size of her head, each.

She had to find an explanation for it, how did her body transform just like that, without her actively channeling any energy? Since every work had to have an energy input what was transmuted to allow her transformation? The only variable she could think of, was the sex she had, that hot rough spitroasting she received, having two armlength cocks in her at the same time, oh why couldn't she have more? In more of her holes, simultaneously? She began watering, her juices ran down the inner side of her thighs, escaping the zipped unitard with how much of them there was, she was salivating as well sucking gently on her tail. "Oh fuck did I just turned myself on for no reason!" she exclaimed to the empty wilderness.

She pushed her back against a tree, hands rushing down to unzipped her self, fingering herself hard as soon as she broke free. Happy for that touch she added last minute to her suit. It wasn't enough, she had two of her fingers inside, with the other hand massaging her clit, but it wasn't enough, she had to have more. Using her tail she whipped the once live ginormous cock turned silver dildo from her satchel, quickly thrusting it inside her using her tail. Oh how much better it was, the huge phallus thrusting itself deep into her. Her hands moving upwards toward her breasts, letting the tail do the work on her lower parts, hands trying to reach her almost painfully erect nipples under the fabric. She was frustrated she couldn't reach them, her nipples were concealed under some of the more impenetrable fabric in existence, even if she clawed at him she couldn't free her bosom.

She had to do it, she transformed some of the fabric, just above and between her breasts creating a window to her generous cleavage, she didn't care about wasting arcane energy, there were more important things on the line. Pulling her tits through that flexible hole, that hugged her chest from the sides now, she was able to get to work on her aching and neglected nipples, twisting and pulling at them. Oh she could feel it, a rising tide, a massive wave that just waited to be unleashed, as her tail pushed the dildo deeper into her she could feel the start of the tremble.

It happened all at once, as though a huge dam broke and released everything she had in her. She pushed hard against the tree, feet firmly stuck in the ground, holding herself as the waves of her orgasm hit her. A wave and a push, a wave and a push, boots digging deeper which each one. She screamed, as loud as she could, birds flew away from the nearby forest, the tree behind her cracking as she fell down when it snapped.

Anara found herself on the ground, picking herself up as reason returned to her, not just reason but she could swear more returned to her, checking herself she felt some of the grogginess, the feeling the accompanied magical exhaustion, now seemed lessened. Not only lessened but she could swear it was almost gone, she was almost rejuvenated. "Wow.. I had mind clearing masturbations before, but never like that" she said, to no one in particular. She looked at her surroundings, the tree she was leaning against was snapped in two, not just that but it was also partially uprooted, where her feet was were now to fairly deep holes. That must've been one hell of an orgasm, she didn't even feel that she pushed that hard. Around the scene there were mushrooms blooming, they were bright red with blue streaks, they had a distinct magical feel to them. Those mushrooms weren't anywhere else but around the place she masturbated in, she must've landed on the only batch.

Looking at herself, she could still see her pussy dripping with juices, she reached down to gather them, bringing a cupped hand full of liquid to her mouth, savoring the amazing taste. This just might be her favourite drink from now on. Cleaning the dildo from her cum as well she put it back in her satchel, and looked down to her chest. Where there was solid and continuous fabric there was now a hole, a 'boob window' description came to her mind. It was a shame to create that hole, but she couldn't ignore the fabulous cleavage it gave her. Should she amend that window, to ensure protection? Or keep it this way should she ever need to repeat pulling her bosom out or just for the looks of it?

For the first time in her life, she went with form over function, the boob window was just too good to give up on.

She sighed, picking a few mushrooms, hopefully they have some alchemical value, ashamed she probably ruined most of that patch, especially when money was a concern, now that she thought about it. "No time like the present" she said to herself, changing to her disguised form and walking towards what she thought was a small hamlet in the woods, probably a sawmill or the like.