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Bipedal motion hadn’t been my mode of transportation for a long time, and standing was a foreign feeling. I scraped my knees on the floor, smacked my forehead on the dresser, and laughed as the pain came to me. Oh, sweet pain; sweet, wonderful pain! I got onto wobbly feet and shaking knees, letting old memories come back to me, learning to stand again, and then daring my first step. I. Was. Walking. I was walking, then I was strutting, asian then I was skipping, hopping, and dancing. I was all arms and legs, Diamond’s natural grace not inherited by me, and I struck my elbows against corners and stubbed my toes, but I didn’t give a shit. I felt the exhilarating beat of my heart, the sweet inhalation of air, the sting of sweat and the burning of muscle, and I loved it all. There were tears in my eyes, and I vaguely realized I was laughing manically, but I was too rapt with the euphoria to care. I danced, jumped, and sprinted back and forth until I thought my heart would give out, then dove with arms outstretched onto the bed, and sank into the comfort of blankets and pillows, my mind racing as I enjoyed the sweet relief of cumshot relaxation. “You done?” Justina’s voice came to me, “Because you know you can’t keep that body, right?” “Yes,” I sighed into the bedding, “you party-pooper.” “Good,” Justina sighed as I rolled over on my back, still smiling stupidly, “I was worried that you might never give it back.” “She’s pawning it to me,” I grinned, “if Diamond doesn’t come back for it in a week, it’s legally mine.” “If you survive a week.” Justina scowled. I could only giggle. Death was no stranger to me. “We need to hide your eyes and voice,” Justina said, getting up and rummaging through her drawer, “I have some cosmetic astral beings you can meld with. Hopefully that ‘purple-ness’ you described will keep Corruption from seeing you.” “Have you made any progress with Willowbud and Corruption?” I asked Justina as she handed me two gemstones. Her face turned red, and she bit her lip guiltily. “You haven’t even been trying, have you?” I sat up, and narrowed my eyes. God, it felt good to narrow my eyes. I squinted at her just for the fun of it. Shame, you whore, SHAME! Squirm beneath the scorn of my narrowed eyes! Mwhahahahah! “Willowbud’s settled down since she and Brandon became a thing,” Justina said, wringing her hands nervously as my eyes turned to slits, “and… well… what can I say, Angela; I’m a slut, OK? I can’t control myself when penis is available, and I live in a fucking brothel! I don’t have time do research when a new penis is always knocking at my door!” Justina sighed, exasperated, and sat beside me on the bed, her shoulders slouched. “I managed to get tomes from the library, and I found a few texts about Sorrow, and quite a few on Wrath, but nothing on Corruption. Most ‘experts’ don’t even think Sentients are real, despite evidence to the contrary. It’s just…” Justina trailed off as her eyes wandered to my lap. I cleared my throat nervously, and crossed one leg over the other. Having a penis was still very foreign to me. The rest of Diamond, I understood; even the antlers didn’t feel that strange, but the penis was difficult to grapple with. It felt so out of place, so unwieldy, so… aggressive. There wasn’t any bone, nor muscle, yet it was more than just the cartilage of the nose or ears. It was a nerve-swathed growth of blood and tissue, and now I understood why every man said their dick had mind of its own; this thing acted independently of me. It was an appendage I had no control over, and as it stiffened between the warmth interracial of my pressing thighs, I realized that it had some control over me . “Continue.” I said to Justina, clearing my throat again (where had I picked up that affectation?). Justina gave me an inquisitive look, and then began speaking, but I wasn’t listening. Did I just notice how pretty she was? I’d been in her head for weeks, I’d even mature eaten her out the first day we met, but had I ever seen her like… this? That black hair surrounding curved horns, those big eyes, that long neck, those small, but cute breasts, the little rolls of fat over her belly as she slouched, the way her butt protruded from her back, the way it creased down the middle just below her tail, shadowed, barely hiding the lewd amateur options between her cheeks. The girl's green eyes were alternating between looking down there and looking her in the eyes. 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