In the port city of O’Carón, located on the Northeastern corner of the Porchoogen controlled Oumani Peninsula, sat a popular Inn by the name of Inngress&Egress. Down the hall on the third floor was a room occupied by three travelers in various states of consciousness.
The stout redhead, by the name of Fahkir, was in a deep slumber caused by a drinking binge on strong spirits. The slender Blonde, by the name of Onimous, was in a state of flux as a fiendish being teasing his abused shaft was constantly interrupting his meditative state. The final noirette occupant, by the name of Tah'Styr, was wide-awake despite having gone several rounds with an Elf. Moreover, she was the cause for the Blonde Elf's constant interruptions.
-It has finally come true, I'm finally together with him!-
I couldn't help but squee internally as I stared at his twitching expression, My hand still firmly wrapped around his semi-hard member slowly stroking it. Sure, I wasn't half the man that I used to be, but I'd gladly do it all over again in order to be in his arms as I am now.
Six years have passed since I met him on that fateful day, six years I've grown to be absolutely smitten with him. Sure, we don't look like our original selves, but it was his mind that I fell in love with all those years ago, not his body. However, I knew he wouldn't love me then. After all, even my parents, both birth and adopted, didn't truly love me.
I don't blame him for not being attracted to me back before now. Things like sexuality can't easily be changed, but it can with enough effort. Even before we were dragged into this fantasy world I was striving to do so, after all; spending time with someone for six years lets you know a lot of information about them, namely their preferences.
That's why ever since I made up my mind to woo Onimous, I started to get my shit together to get in shape. I start to work out and lift weights. Not heavy ones mind you, but light ones, I was trying to achieve a slender form not a bulky one. I wanted to become as close to a woman as I could get without having to do the surgery. To become a Trap. The irony that Onimous is one trip to a beauty parlor away from turning into a twitch Thot is not lost on me. He was slender before the isekai but he still distinctly looked masculine. No manner of dress and makeup could make him look like anything more than a dude in drag. Now? Now, he is petite with thicc thunder thighs and a delicate face. If I hadn't known he didn't have a huge liking to having things put in his rear, I would love for him to sit on my face.
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It is funny how when the dykes, that call themselves my mothers, found out about me crossdressing they actually got excited. "Finally, our adopted African boy is now a non-binary person!" another mark in their minority checklist to virtue signal at their next political fundraiser, all in the name to capture more votes in their next election. It was the only thing that genuinely made them proud with me, since they had my sisters. I love my sisters but since they were born using only my mothers' DNA, they were practically identical twins to The Cunts. I could only thank whatever the creator is that I was able to help those girls from being totally biased against men, because if I didn't they would definitely grow up to be vulgar misandrist.
But enough about the past, though it pains me to admit it, I don't think I'll see them again. Sure there is that piece of text from the item that led us here, but how can we trust that it is genuine?
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ONCE TRANSPORTED PLAYERS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO LEAVE INSTANCE [PANDORA'S BOX] UNTIL FINAL DEATH OR COMPLETION OF INSTANCE [PANDORA'S BOX]
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Either we find out what the completion trigger is or we risk dying and see if we respawn. Honestly, I kind of don't want to leave this fucked up place. Going back home could mean I lose this body. Though the lack of dick is inconvenient and the subtle yet not so subtle hints that Tieflings are regarded more as property than freemen is a bit concerning, all those problems are alleviated by having the ability to be with him. Experiencing the pleasures of a man as a woman has been eye opening, though I still need to see if I can get him to put his meat stick up my ass. Then there's also the fact that I can now lactate, and apparently he loves it!~ I can't recreate that as a man, I can't ensure his love as a man, and I NEED his love. I HAVE to ensure he is loved. After all, I don't think I can live without him anymore. Not after having embraced him. I CAN'T go back to not having it.
I started to pump his shaft more vigorously and use my dexterous tail to snake around his balls. Slowly caressing them. He finally broke completely out of his meditative state as he grunted from his orgasm, His spunk coating my hand. His eyes threw blunted daggers at me.
"Tah'Styr, While I love you and love your talent. Can you please let me 'sleep'?"
I took the baby-batter covered hand and brought it to my mouth, licking it clean. It was salty but Oh~ so delicious!
"Only if you promise me to continue in the morning~."
He let out a half-chuckle half-exacerbated sigh.
"Hah fiine~ you insatiable she-devil."
"Yesss~ Thank yooou~!"
I gave him several wet kisses on the cheek and snuggled up closer to his smaller form.
-Maybe after going several rounds in the morning, I can sleep in till noon.-