Seeing your breath from the tip of your trunk
Added 2025-04-29 05:38:51 +0000 UTCHer moans sounded different, and felt different. They reverberated up her new appendage, emerging as a quiet elephantine trumpet that pierced the night air. A puff of her breath came out with it, a snort from the tip of her trunk. She watched it dissipate as she continued to bob up and down, the male's groans sounding much like hers, but dripping with a bestial masculinity that drove her wild.
The strangest things can capture your attention, and help realization sink in. Her trunk...the thing in front of her, releasing visual representations of her squeals and gasps...that was a part of her, now. As if to drive the point home, she felt his trunk snaking its way around her arm, gripping it with a gentle squeeze in time with her thrusts. An elephant...a big, hefty elephant, giving every ounce of herself to a male of her species...life wasn't going to be quite the same, was it?
