Juri looked over the transformed Crimson Viper, and took in the details. Her body was certainly more curvaceous than that of a normal ballerina, with her large tits and round, goose-and-grope-worthy ass. But she had the stately stage makeup of a professional ballerina, her long, crimson hair now coiled in a tight bun pinned to the back of her head.
The transformed Viper regained her senses and hopped to her slippered feet with the grace of a dancer, her white tights and pink, fluffy tutu far too innocent for her slut frame. "I...oh, what was I doing on the ground?" The disoriented ballerina turned her attention toward Juri and the ghostly, obscenely curvaceous ghost Ibuki. A breathy, feminine gasp escaped her pink lips as she brought her delicate hands over her mouth. "A ghost?!"
Juri restrained the urge to laugh. The sight of the former secret agent turned prima ballerina was too much! Yeah, this was definitely the best choice. "Don't worry about the ghost here, Viper. She's harmless. Hell, when she's hungry, you might find her great company.
Ibuki, for her part, remained silent, but flashed a wry smile. Or as wry as a ghost like her could be. Viper, however, took Juri's words in stride as her new mental state settled. "Well, I'm not sure what happened, but I thank you! I wish I could repay you, but, I'm not sure what I have to offer at the moment."
"Maybe a sampling of your dancing?" Juri suggested. She pulled out her phone and did a search online for classical ballet music. "Show us what a ballet of your...er, stature can really do?"
Viper smiled and "Well, I don't see why not!" She curtsied in her tutu, and and waited for the music to begin. "Oh! Good choice!" Rising to the tips of her toes, she lifted her arms, and the friendly expression she wore became a studious mask of concentration. With the grace of a gazelle, she toed forward and leaped, sent her breasts jiggling, and gave Juri and Ibuki a perfect view of the thick, nine-inch viper and accompanying set of heavy balls of dickgirl spunk tucked inside her tights.
***
Juri had to admit, Viper's dancing was impressive. The way she pranced and flew with such a large package between her legs was a class act in coordination, agility, and grace. Most men with balls even a third her size would have probably hurt themselves if they tried the same.
Still, there was something rather off with the way Viper danced. Juri wasn't a ballet expert, but she was certain Swan Lake didn't involve flaunting her tits and ass as she did, never mind the huge and heavy snake in her tights. "Your dancing seems a bit...different."
"Viper hopped to a stop, tits quaking for a moment, and curtsied to her small audience again. "You noticed, I see." She giggled. "I'm not part of a traditional ballet troupe."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I perform a very special form of ballet. Traditional with a blend of pole dancing, though I confess I can't show you the full extent without, well..."
Juri cocked an eyebrow. "No pole. Right." This crazy slut gun she found just offered more and more exotic opportunities!
"It's just as well," Viper said with a blush. "You see, when I perform, I get all hot and bothered..." She lifted her tutu just enough to show her tights snake had somewhat stiffened. "By the end of my performances, I'm usually tenting my tights to the breaking point and in dire need of relief!"
Juri couldn't hold back her laugh this time. "That's some problem to have!"
Viper smiled through her blush, her mask of innocence clearly faltering. "Oh, it's a wonderful problem, if you ask me."
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