Magical Sparkle Dance (Couple MTF+FTM)

Layla was drunk.

Well... she wasn't really drunk. But when it came to her current mental process, alcohol was definitely a big part of the equation.

"Aiai ueue~" She said. "Brrrrrrrr." She continued.

She wasn't babbling involuntarily yet, but she did feel an intense need to specifically say this.

"Layla!" the voice of Will sounded like it came from a far away land.

"Hello, Lieutenant Dan."

"What the fuck?" Will gave Layla a confused look. "A far away land should prompt a Star Wars reference, not this shit." He scowled. "You gotta break the fourth wall you gotta do it properly."

"Aiai ueue, I don't give a fuck."

"Layla, you're dr-"

"Brrrrrrrr"

"..."

"Almost forgot about that last part."

"Yeah, you're definitely drunk."

"Am not!" Layla's amplified feelings swung to the offended side, overflowing its boundary completely to the point of derangement. "I'm just a silly little girl making silly little sounds." She shot up and straightened her neck. "I make these noises all the times, Mr. Layla-youre-drunk man." She narrowed her eyes. "Without any drink..." She pointed at Will. "Fuck you!"

Will's eyes shot open as he reflexively dodged a non existent projectile, biting the dust. He then remained immobile in a fetal position for a good 20 seconds, before carefully raising his head to look at Layla.

"Layla it's ok that you're drunk. I don't give a fuck. Just, please, for the love of God." Will stood up again as he pleaded to the point of yelling. "Don't cast any spells... something..." He cringed with trauma. "Life scarring happens every fucking time you do it."

Layla was struck by a revelation. "Magic... Magic, you say! I can do magic! I..." she paused for dramatic effect. "Am a witch!"

"No..." Will raised both his elbows, bringing his hands in front of his eyes in a protective stance. "No, please! Why did I say that! Fuck... fuck me!"

"Fuck you?" Layla seemingly deactivated, turning pensive. "I can't fuck you. I have a BF, silly."

"What!?"

"I mean... not in public anyway..."

"WHAT?!"

Every part of Will's body felt like running away.

"And and and..." a vein popped out of Layla's forehead. "That would be..." She grappled for the word. "...unethical! Yes, very bad... indeed..." Her eyes widened to the point of splitting open. "BUT!" She continued. "We. Can." She spread her arms as if presenting a theater scene and jazz-shook her hands.

"Dance!"

A visible gust of pink sparkly things sprouted from both of Layla's hands. This never happened when she usually cast spells, so it was definitely something Layla was adding on top for effect. The gusts immediately twisted into a blinding vortex, broadening quickly until pink wind engulfed the park where the two had been drinking.

"Uh oh" said Jack, which was there, too.

Also drunk.

"Ah" said Clare, Jack's girlfriend (also there), as her feet widened into those of a man.

Her flip flops broke as she stumbled around in confusion. "AH!" Her legs became hairy as they shortened and strengthened. Clare was also kinda drunk, but not as much as the others. "What the fuck, Layla! Layl..." she brought a hand to her neck in reaction to her deepening voice. There she could feel her Adam's apple growing prodigiously in size. "A?" She reiterated, her tone now deep and gravely.

Jack flushed, finding the low A really attractive as the pink wind entered his skin. His skin immeditaly reacted to the wind, plumpening and softening as he diminished in size.

Clare looked at Jack's boobs. "You have boobs?" She stated. "Oh~" She moaned. Some of wind inside of her became testosterone, and entered into her brain, transforming her lust into the linear, direct and feral drive of man. Her breasts dissipated as Jack's swelled. She gained height and contorted as her skeleton changed, making her angular and boxy, but still rounded by swelling muscles.

She looked at her strong and wide hands. She then grabbed Jack's narrowing shoulders with them, decisively moving his petite frame around in circular motions. Jack's mouth opened with bliss, as he gave a sly smile at Clare's still stare.

His lengthening hair dropped on her shoulders and puffed around her freckled face. His chin retreated as he panted, relaxing his body to the lead of his buff GF.

Then the wind pushed from inside Jack's pubic mound, and her vagina emerged. It became wet as she moaned, losing herself completely into Clare's commands, swaying in broad circles with her skinny arms stretched towards the world, white skin rubbing against Clare's large pecs, as he towered her, his bulge thrusting into her soft butt, when he turned her, and made her wave with his leg, his large, hairy calf swaying underneath.

As they danced, the magical pink hurricane became more and more rarefied, disappearing into the surrounding air. As it did, it reflected Jack's and Clara's dancing bodies into multiple fake copies. It then magically refracted the movements and features, to produce a crowd of different dancers, with different moves, styles and bodies. Some where somehow completely different people, and somehow laughed at different times and talked about different topics. But all where still also a fake refraction; an image generated from the dance of Clare and his girlfriend Jack.

"God, I'm a creative bitch motherfucker," said Layla.

"Who the fuck says 'bitch motherfucker'," offered Will.

"Are you homophobic?" Layla counterattacked. "Mmh," she brought a hand to her chin, "I just wanted to dance with you, maybe making you a good dancer or whatev. But your homophobia gives me a karmic idea."

Layla dramatically extended her arms straight (again) and slowly turned them around into a Kamehameha pose. This was also definitely unnecessary.

"Kame. Hame." She smiled broadly. "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRA."

A pink beam of light exploded from Layla's hands, coming straight for Will. There was no hope dodging this wide-ass pink beam of light.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck."

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Hey there! I know there is currently a TO BE CONTINUED at the end of 85% of my stories, but this time, I mean business. The second longer part is already in the polishing stage of the aforementioned business, and will be published here shortly as an exclusive. Meanwhile, this thing will be what goes on Deviantart for free.

As always, appreciate your support.

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WineGodTG.