<strong>Richard's Training Fodder</strong><br/><br/>The goth girl found herself being screamed at, backed against the door. and then her throat grabbed. There was rip of her jeans as the legs were shredded down the middle by the fusion of her legs. The tail rapidly thinned as it went down from her crotch as it was only as thick as Richard's arm. She could feel something spreading over her face, it seemed like a metal mask was growing from her piercings. She struggled to break free from Richard's grasp as her skin darkened to be only a shade lighter than her pitch black tar colored scales. She could feel hair twisting together and becoming alive as the snakes sprouting from her head moved on their own accord.<br/><br/>When she was dropped she struggled to get on her feet only to realize that her tail, which may have still been sufficient to hold her up despite it's thin size, was not something she was used to standing with. There were odd sensations through her tail, it felt like she was being stimulated, as if her vagina was along the tail lower than it used to be just slightly. The child of medusa grabbed at Richard's pant leg.<br/><br/>"Help me! Please help me!" she begged, "What is this!"<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><strong>Maria Xantelli</strong><br/><br/>Maria stretched out. He was learning, though it seemed he had some trouble conveying what his mind truly desired into the subject. Maria wondered if the girl had turned out exactly as Richard intended. It didn't seems so. As entertaining as it was, maria needed to see Orianna and give her an assignment. Anice had made off with a slave that Maria herself had wanted to experiment with, she needed to be punished and Maria wondered how Orianna would feel about having Anice be her slave for a time.