Part 19 of 21 (Path B)

Friendship is … 19 B

With the final retreat of his dick, the anatomical masterpiece within his or now her core was completed. Where the male structure had once been, the tissue fully collapsed inward and settled precisely into the position of a highly sensitive, pulsating clitoris that now rested like a crown above the new slit.

At that exact moment of complete transformation, the final circle closed in secret: the glowing organ in her abdomen finished its growth, expanded into a perfect hollow chamber, and connected itself with a deep, pulling jolt directly to the channel of her vagina.

What then surged through her body was no mere wave of pleasure anymore — it was an eruptive primal force. An endless, orgasmic current exploded deep within her new core and raced through every single nerve of her violet-furred body. It was a sensation beyond all human imagination; a deep, all-consuming, purely feminine ecstasy that did not flare briefly and fade like before, but instead regenerated rhythmically and relentlessly within her pelvis. One orgasm after another trembled through her interior, coursing through muscles and bones and making her fur vibrate with heat.

Overwhelmed by this never-before-known intensity, she lost all control. She pressed her arms against the ground, threw her long muzzle open in a completely soundless scream, and stared wide-eyed into the distance with deep violet eyes. It was a look filled with horror, but above all with pure, unrestrained lust. The violent pulsing in her center stole every breath from her while liquid continuously seeped from the new opening, leaving her trembling helplessly — yet utterly intoxicated — in the grass.