It’s a beautiful morph(ing)

Looking at the creature, getting ready to stomp your booted foot into its neck. It struggles to speak trying to get you to stop. As you raise your foot, the shudders and right before your very eyes starts to change shape.

The scales and curved spikes covering the body melt away revealing soft supple milky white skin, small modest breasts, and hair the color of gold sprouts from its head to its shoulders. Gone were the razor sharp claws and talons, all that was left were dainty hands and feet. Left in the creatures place is a petite blonde girl.

“Well, what do I have here?” Asking out loud

Look at this girl still bound by the hand and leg cuffs. The iron chain that once bound her hanging off her nude body. You groan with need staring at her body.

Breaking the trance that filled your head with nothing but lust. You scold yourself and the lower brain that wants you to use this girl to satisfy that long ignored release. You grab the nude bound girl by neck, lifting her up to look you at eye level. Staring into those gorgeous pale blue eyes.

“Apparently you missed the point of my story!” you growl. “Well here it is plain and simple.”

“I have been around since the start of our new hell on earth, and think with my dick is not how I survived through it,” you snarl “,for one thing I’m not some virgin ruins diver that hasn’t seen his first whore at the red gates flesh houses or some rookie slaver that can’t see danger right in front of them.”

“So give me a good reason why I don’t kill you for attacking me?” you state

The girl struggles the say something but you still have the gag on.

You remove the gag allowing her to speak, but struggles to speak as you are still holding her by the neck **** her.

She gasps out, “ h h help, p p please. Wa wo won’t fight.”

Thinking it over slowly watching this shape shifting lizard or girl, struggle to survive, but slowly losing that fight with ****. You suddenly drop her on the hard rocky ground. She immediately sucks in lungfuls of air to breathe. Looking at her you kneel down on her small chest and put as much of your weight on it to keep her down. As **** against the extra weight on top of her, you pull out a long jagged piece of thin steel blade. Placing the point of the tip in preparation to stab her in the eye.

Holding in place to the ending of her coughing fit you state, “I may know how to kill you yet, but I will be doing my best to make you suffer if you try to attack me again.”

The girl stares at with true fear in her eyes. You practically hear that hamster running in that wheel trying to figure out how to get away. Slowly she comes to the realization that there is no escaping her predicament and you accept any story from her but the truth.

You hear the pseudo girl beneath you audibly sigh and submit under you.

“My name is Morph, now can you please get off me your heavy!” She wines