“April...please. I want to be human again.”
The centauress shrugged, and used her strengthened arms to pull Robin gently loose from the ground. The plant dryad gripped April’s torso (brushing her bare chest accidentally) and held on as April rode her back into the house. Robin bit her green lips to stifle the moans she felt from her vagina rubbing against April’s back. The front door widened to accommodate them as they trotted upstairs to the first row of bedrooms.
“We can eliminate the one you slept in last night,” April said, “but it’s all chance from there.”
“Then I’ll go with my gut,” Robin replied, riding April around the house until she got a good feeling from one of the rooms.
“Thanks April,” she said softly, jumping off her broad back. “This is where I get off.”
“Accidental pun there, Robin?”
The plant girl ignored the joke as she closed the door behind her. When she settled into the bed and closed her eyes, feeling the telltale haze of sleep and the tingle of impending change, she wondered what she’d wake up as...
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