SuperPiko

imagine. a beautiful dragon still unsure of how to even move her new limbs accidentally rubbing her snout against the floor and letting out the most pathetic needy whine as she proceeds to do little else, utterly reveling in how right it feels.

she cant even form words, syrinx utterly unfamiliar to her still, and her attempts at questions about whether this is even real- or whether this is right- or whether shes allowed to even feel like this- all coming out as nothing more than pleading trilling and growling and whining...

and then a human gets her hands under the dragons snout and she collapses comically, completely, soft putty in her companions hands. shes not even present enough to be embarrassed, wings twitching and tail thumping so rapidly against the floor its less of a beat and more a sustained tone. her whines reach higher and higher pitches as fingernails find the exact spots at the base of her jaw to make her tongue involuntarily flick in and out, her desperate sloppy attempts at nuzzling far too weak because she cant bear to be untouched for even a second.

it doesnt take long after that for the dragoness to fall completely asleep (pinning her companion of course, for how could she move when the new and beautiful beast atop her whines so sadly every time she removes her hand?) and perhaps later when she wakes she will be fiercely mortified, memories completely intact as to how she acted.

oh she can insist that it was just a one off thing, that it was the effects of a foreign and yet affirming transformation, but every time someone catches her by surprise with claw, paw, or hand in just the right spot down her soft nose... she could hardly be blamed for the undignified noises she lets out, truly!

imagine. a beautiful dragon still unsure of how to even move her new limbs accidentally rubbing her snout against the floor and letting out the most pathetic needy whine as she proceeds to do little else, utterly reveling in how right it feels.

she cant even form words, syrinx utterly unfamiliar to her still, and her attempts at questions about whether this is even real- or whether this is right- or whether shes allowed to even feel like this- all coming out as nothing more than pleading trilling and growling and whining...

and then a human gets her hands under the dragons snout and she collapses comically, completely, soft putty in her companions hands. shes not even present enough to be embarrassed, wings twitching and tail thumping so rapidly against the floor its less of a beat and more a sustained tone. her whines reach higher and higher pitches as fingernails find the exact spots at the base of her jaw to make her tongue involuntarily flick in and out, her desperate sloppy attempts at nuzzling far too weak because she cant bear to be untouched for even a second.

it doesnt take long after that for the dragoness to fall completely asleep (pinning her companion of course, for how could she move when the new and beautiful beast atop her whines so sadly every time she removes her hand?) and perhaps later when she wakes she will be fiercely mortified, memories completely intact as to how she acted.

oh she can insist that it was just a one off thing, that it was the effects of a foreign and yet affirming transformation, but every time someone catches her by surprise with claw, paw, or hand in just the right spot down her soft nose... she could hardly be blamed for the undignified noises she lets out, truly!

"Is this yours?" he asked. "May I borrow it?"

"You want to be a seal?"

"No, but when I take it off, I'll be a woman, right?"

❌ False

✅ True