"I feelin' dat girl over dere," Bree said, pointing at the rich-looking blonde who had just lost her nerve in the Infernal Aisle.
Tori raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure about her? She looks like she comes from a wealthy family, and I know what those people are like. She'd probably dismiss you as 'ghetto' or something because of how you talk."
"I ain't poor or nothin'!" Bree scoffed. "Dis jus' be my accent! I ain't no hood rat! I wear pink for Gawd's sake!"
"I know," Tori said, an apologetic tone in her voice, "but she looks pretty arrogant to me."
"Well, a future dragon-woman got a right to think high'a herself," Bree laughed.
"But why HER?!" Tori protested.
"No idea," Bree shrugged. "She jus' drawin' me to her somehow. Whutchu got 'gainst rich folks, anyway? You be rich yo'self!"
"Which I never would have chosen if it were up to me!" Tori retorted. "My parents are crazy! They're elitist, corrupt, power-hungry, greedy, entitled, out of touch, pretty damn racist, and SO smothering toward me!"
"Dis girl ain't yo' parents, homegirl," Bree answered. "I gonna give dis girl a chance." She began walking toward the blonde, Tori following behind her.
The blonde girl looked up when she saw Bree and Tori approaching her. "Well, well, well!" she laughed, a naughty smile on her beautiful face. "I can't say this if the first time I've had two naked girls running up to me, but it's the first time it's happened in a public store."
"Yeah, it be dat kind'a store," Bree said. "I be Breeyonna Dukes, but most folks callin' me Bree. Dis be my new homie Victoria LaPorte, but she go by Tori most'a da time."
"LaPorte, you say?" the blonde asked. "I think our dads go to the same cocktail parties. I'm Courtney Pruitt, by the way."
"Pruitt, huh?" Tori said. "Yeah, I've met your dad a couple of times. Don't take this the wrong way, but he seemed like a bit of an asshole."
Courtney laughed at that. "That's exactly what I tell him every single fucking day of my life! My parents are seriously uptight and uncool! Are yours as big a pair of prudes as mine?"
"That's the least of their problems, but yeah," Tori answered. "They sheltered me so hard."
"Well, you must be rebelling if you're in a store like this," Courtney grinned, a roguish glint in her green eyes. "Me, I've been rebelling since I was old enough to walk. I drink, I smoke, I do drugs, I swear like a fucking sailor, I stay out past curfew, I fuck a new guy or girl every weekend. It pisses off my tight-ass parents so fucking much!" Courtney's joyously sinful laugh echoed through the shop again. "So, what brings you two to me?"
"I be seekin' a girlfriend," Bree said.
Courtney's grin grew wider as she approvingly sized up the petite black girl. "I think I could help you with that, Bree. I'm ready to settle down. One night stands are fun for shocking Mom and Dad, but they're really fucking lonely. I need a girlfriend. And, as a matter of fact, you happen to be my type. I don't know if it's the cute accent, the stylish cornrows, or the huge, veiny, uncut cock, but you're seriously turning me on!"
"Thanks, girl!" Bree smiled. "Dat cock used to be my sista's wang back when she was my brotha."
"She's trans?" asked Courtney.
"True dat," Bree nodded. "Our momma named her Jameel, but she be Jameela now. Jus' seemed right to me to keep dis dope wang in da fam."
"I guess that's what you came for?" asked Courtney. "I came looking for a more exotic life. I'm thoroughly bored with humanity. I want to become something new, something magical, something fucking thrilling. I'd thought being a succubus might suit me, but I bumped into Circe while browsing, and she told me some crazy shit. It seems that demon transformations are really goddamn dangerous, no pun intended. There's a huge risk that a being from Hell will try to consume your fucking soul and steal your body. No thanks!"
"Smart decision," said Tori.
"I might have sumptin' betta fo' ya," said Bree. "Ya see, I got a special reason to be lookin' fo' a girlfriend." She held out her anthro dragon costume. "See dis? It an anthro Chinese dragon costume. It do come with a bunch'a dragon supapowas, but ya need a mate to activate 'em. Once I put on da costume, I need to have an orgasm with my chosen mate to get da powas. An' I gonna be losin' da powas if I ever cheat."
"And you've chosen me to be your mate?" Courtney surmised. "Would I need to be an anthro dragon myself?"
"Yeah," Bree nodded.
"That could be really damn fun," Courtney said, grinning excitedly. "What kind of superpowers are we talking about here?"
"Shit like minor weather control, flyin', an' shiftin' back'n'forth 'tween human an' dragon-woman form."
"I'm in!" Courtney declared, an exuberant glint in her eye.
"An' ya don't mind bein' forced to settle down?" Bree asked. "Da Chinese gods are plenty strict 'bout dat. I'll be da last girl ya ever fuck."
"I only need one when that one is as cute as you, Bree," Courtney smiled as she took Bree's hand and kissed it. "Between you and becoming an anthro dragon , it'll all be worth it. Now let's go put on our dragon costumes!"