Mira had slain many monsters before; the gorgon would be no different. She merely needed to avoid its gaze. Seeing as how she'd fought blindfolded before that didn't seem to be an issue by her estimation.
Her plan had hit a snag, however, when she first spotted one of the shapely stone statues as she entered the ruins. She was taken aback by their detail-of course she had seen plenty of female nudes back at the palace of the Amazons, but none that were so anatomically detailed as this. Of course... it made sense, these weren't merely statues but actual women turned to stone... and all of them were nude and gorgeous.
She found herself getting hot and bothered despite the danger. There was something deeply erotic about the idea that these women would be ageless and frozen forever... literally objects for the gorgon, and-once she slayed her-Mira, to enjoy.
Her clothing had disappeared almost unbidden as she desperately desired to explore this new hunger in herself. She never would have expected to be so sexually excited by the thought of such a dangerous and some might say horrible fate. There was no chance that any of these statues would ever again be warm flesh, but as her fingers explored the abs of a particularly muscular Amazonian sister and her own womanly petals, Mira couldn't help but think that was incredibly hot. How long had this amazon been here? The gorgon was well known for centuries-imagine standing still, physique on full display, for longer than some nations existed? For some reason the thought of it drove her nearly to climax.
Unfortunately for her, a hissing snapped her back to reality, and she remembered the danger she was currently in too late as her eyes snapped open and stared straight into the slitted pupils of Medusa. The change was instant-she didn't even really have a chance to register the mistake she'd made before she was unthinking and eternal stone. A statue like all the others that had enticed her, only this one depicted a well toned and gorgeous Amazon in the throws of masturbation.
She might have been embarrassed that what would endure for all time of her achievements would be such a lewd display, but in her current state she was incapable of such thoughts. She was incapable of any thoughts at all, in fact. Mira the Amazon was no longer a warrior, but instead another of a growing gallery of eternally frozen women, statues that now existed for the viewing pleasure of the gorgon, Medusa. And though the gorgon didn't even know her name, Mira had quickly become one of her favorite additions to the collection.
Tags: transformation, statue transformation, petrification, masturbation
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Story by Amberbub |
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Artwork by Vincenzo Pietropaolo, Slasher |
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