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Part Three of The Real Series is here! Featuring MistPurple 's Misty OC, and of course, gorgeous arts by @fungalzombiex ~

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Chapter 3 - Part 2

Misty's face was tilted upwards in a half-cocked smile, her eyes darting every which way here and there; scaled bodies as far as she could see all in various states of consiousness and, more importantly, dragonhood. The word "contrast" kept on being redifined in her mind as she took it all in. So many of these girls had become so massive, and yet were still so small in other ways as well! And that isn't even beginning to mention just how cataclymically drastic a difference the inside of the house was when compared to the serene nature that lay in peace just outside. A sweat almost broke on her face as she glanced up and down Mara's curvaceous body and heavy, bulbous, oversized tail.

'Hoo man,' She thought. 'I don't remember a transformation quite as lopsided as this...'

Misty caught stares from around the room, as well as Mara's drunken yet eager peeks at her expression through the mask before she began to recollect herself. Trying to relax, Misty began to speak with some amount of returned confidence; they didn't seem that bad after all. And this nice girl even gave her a precaution...she had a job to do and staring and posturing like a fool would get her nowhere.

"M-misty. Pleased to meet you, Mara!" She took a free hand and tipped the rim of her derby upwards in greeting. "I'm afraid there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. I represent certain special interest groups, and I came here to sort of get some information, if you will. By chance, is there someone here I could talk to, perhaps a leader of your group? It's quite important that I speak to them."

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Mara’s head tilted curiously at the tip of the hat, a little amused chuckle rising in her enormous tummy that wobbled the whole of her swollen form. She mirrored by tapping the green-and-yellow horns that emerged from the top of her head with tiny clawlets, tilting her head downward as if to return the gesture. Feeling them, remembering they were there, seemed to delight her. Misty might notice that the horns themselves pushed a little further from her skull, suddenly growing another inch outward.

“Innerest groups….?” slurred the wobbling dragon-girl, rauccously patting the girl on the back with a bloated paw-hand with a still-unfamiliar strength that threatened to bowl her right over. “Take me to your leeeeaaderrrr….” she babbled in a mocking tone as her hands absently squeezed at her belly again, tail thudding heavily to the ground behind her.

“Queens’re still asleep, yah?” gurgled Mara to a passing purple-tinted, walking with a clumsy sway on saurian feet that seemed unfamiliar to her toward the kitchen. She nodded non-committally, then shrugged, her own curves jostling in response. Mara returned the shrug toward Misty, offering “There y’have it. Even if they’re up, they’re not so easy to get. Connie’s got a pretty intense makeup routine, and last time someone interrupted it, she hadda refilm a whole YouTube video, I guess?” she babbled confusingly as she tilted increasingly closer to misty, resting her elbow on the girl’s slender shoulder, her belly suddenly pressed tight against her side.

“Maybe there’s summin .. *I* can help ya with?” she grinned, revealing those fearsome teeth again.

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'Heeeeeeavvvvvvvvyyyyyyy!' Misty thought, barely keeping her composure, her knees on the verge of shivvering with the introduction of the plump girl's weight against her body. What a strange sensation, feeling the girl's body even through this means revealed a strange softeness to her that juxtaposed against her beastly scales. As Mara wobbled against her, Misty took especially sharp notice of her draconic horns gaining length. Whatever was at play here was still working. A note to be cautious, perhaps? Then again, none of these girls seemed to have any sort of ludic thought in their heads, more than likely all too intoxicated with happenings from the night prior. Working a bit of strength in her slender arms, Misty gentle stood the girl straight, steadying her as she swayed, her enormous tail beating against the ground as it seemed to sway lazily with each move of Mara's body.

"I...see. Well..." Misty pondered a moment. Clearly she wasn't going to be getting exactly the details of what she needed from Mara, but perhaps prodding the girl would be a good place to start. Yes, the good ol' buttering up, Misty figured. Play along and surely she'd get what she'd want.

"Oh, well that's a shame. How about a seat then? I wouldn't mind asking you some questions if you were comfortable with it. And maybe, just an idea, you can at least let this "Connie" know that I'm here? I would hate to introdue on such an unexpected notice...and she should at least be aware of my arrival. Permission to be here, if you will."

Misty wiggled a bit, as if to feign a bit of fatigue, indicating her desire for a seat to Mara oh so subtly. She was careful not to be too obvious with her intentions, carefully making her movements much more friendly as if to soothe the girl with her inviting and caring posture and movements.

Description

Part Three of The Real Series is here! Featuring MistPurple 's Misty OC, and of course, gorgeous arts by @fungalzombiex ~

--

Chapter 3 - Part 2

Misty's face was tilted upwards in a half-cocked smile, her eyes darting every which way here and there; scaled bodies as far as she could see all in various states of consiousness and, more importantly, dragonhood. The word "contrast" kept on being redifined in her mind as she took it all in. So many of these girls had become so massive, and yet were still so small in other ways as well! And that isn't even beginning to mention just how cataclymically drastic a difference the inside of the house was when compared to the serene nature that lay in peace just outside. A sweat almost broke on her face as she glanced up and down Mara's curvaceous body and heavy, bulbous, oversized tail.

'Hoo man,' She thought. 'I don't remember a transformation quite as lopsided as this...'

Misty caught stares from around the room, as well as Mara's drunken yet eager peeks at her expression through the mask before she began to recollect herself. Trying to relax, Misty began to speak with some amount of returned confidence; they didn't seem that bad after all. And this nice girl even gave her a precaution...she had a job to do and staring and posturing like a fool would get her nowhere.

"M-misty. Pleased to meet you, Mara!" She took a free hand and tipped the rim of her derby upwards in greeting. "I'm afraid there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. I represent certain special interest groups, and I came here to sort of get some information, if you will. By chance, is there someone here I could talk to, perhaps a leader of your group? It's quite important that I speak to them."

__

Mara’s head tilted curiously at the tip of the hat, a little amused chuckle rising in her enormous tummy that wobbled the whole of her swollen form. She mirrored by tapping the green-and-yellow horns that emerged from the top of her head with tiny clawlets, tilting her head downward as if to return the gesture. Feeling them, remembering they were there, seemed to delight her. Misty might notice that the horns themselves pushed a little further from her skull, suddenly growing another inch outward.

“Innerest groups….?” slurred the wobbling dragon-girl, rauccously patting the girl on the back with a bloated paw-hand with a still-unfamiliar strength that threatened to bowl her right over. “Take me to your leeeeaaderrrr….” she babbled in a mocking tone as her hands absently squeezed at her belly again, tail thudding heavily to the ground behind her.

“Queens’re still asleep, yah?” gurgled Mara to a passing purple-tinted, walking with a clumsy sway on saurian feet that seemed unfamiliar to her toward the kitchen. She nodded non-committally, then shrugged, her own curves jostling in response. Mara returned the shrug toward Misty, offering “There y’have it. Even if they’re up, they’re not so easy to get. Connie’s got a pretty intense makeup routine, and last time someone interrupted it, she hadda refilm a whole YouTube video, I guess?” she babbled confusingly as she tilted increasingly closer to misty, resting her elbow on the girl’s slender shoulder, her belly suddenly pressed tight against her side.

“Maybe there’s summin .. *I* can help ya with?” she grinned, revealing those fearsome teeth again.

___

'Heeeeeeavvvvvvvvyyyyyyy!' Misty thought, barely keeping her composure, her knees on the verge of shivvering with the introduction of the plump girl's weight against her body. What a strange sensation, feeling the girl's body even through this means revealed a strange softeness to her that juxtaposed against her beastly scales. As Mara wobbled against her, Misty took especially sharp notice of her draconic horns gaining length. Whatever was at play here was still working. A note to be cautious, perhaps? Then again, none of these girls seemed to have any sort of ludic thought in their heads, more than likely all too intoxicated with happenings from the night prior. Working a bit of strength in her slender arms, Misty gentle stood the girl straight, steadying her as she swayed, her enormous tail beating against the ground as it seemed to sway lazily with each move of Mara's body.

"I...see. Well..." Misty pondered a moment. Clearly she wasn't going to be getting exactly the details of what she needed from Mara, but perhaps prodding the girl would be a good place to start. Yes, the good ol' buttering up, Misty figured. Play along and surely she'd get what she'd want.

"Oh, well that's a shame. How about a seat then? I wouldn't mind asking you some questions if you were comfortable with it. And maybe, just an idea, you can at least let this "Connie" know that I'm here? I would hate to introdue on such an unexpected notice...and she should at least be aware of my arrival. Permission to be here, if you will."

Misty wiggled a bit, as if to feign a bit of fatigue, indicating her desire for a seat to Mara oh so subtly. She was careful not to be too obvious with her intentions, carefully making her movements much more friendly as if to soothe the girl with her inviting and caring posture and movements.