"Whoa, whoa!" Drif stumbled back, narrowly avoiding Melona's hand as she tried to lay a suggestive hand on Drif's shoulder. "Mel, I--no, I can't do this."
Melona's face fell a little. "What do you mean?"
Drif searched the steaming cauldron of emotions that roiled within her. "It--it wouldn't be right."
Melona cocked her head to the side. "Why? Like, I know I'm not exactly your type, girl, but--" she gestured around Drif's room. "It's not like either of us were getting any. Why not let loose and have some fun?"
Drif shook her head. Normally, everything that Melona said would have made perfect sense, except it was being said by Melona. This wasn't her.
"The potion's messing with your head, Mel. I didn't mean for it to happen, and I don't want to take advantage of you when you're like this. It wouldn't be right." Drif was shocked to hear that last sentence leave her lips.
Melona laughed. "Driffy, please! I'm feeling totally great! I'm like, actually happy and comfortable! Just, you know, so fucking horny, too." She bit her lip as she took another step towards Drif. Drif stepped back as well. "Don't tell me that you wouldn't mind having a little fun. Or--ooh!" She cupped her nonexistent chest. "Maybe you wanna give me a little more up top?" She giggled. "Or do you wanna give me an ass to match yours? We'd be like, twins!" She licked her lips. "We could even pretend we were if you wanted to. It could be really hot for roleplay."
Drif stepped further back, only to find that her back was pressing against the door as Melona got closer.
"Melona, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I shouldn't," said Drif. She wondered where this sudden burst of conscience had come from. She'd had fantasies like this before, just not with Melona.
"Driffy--" Melona closed the gap between her and Drif, sandwiching the tiny alchemist against the door. "Please, you can call me Mel. Or Melmel. Or--" Melona's voice started to rise in mock orgasmic pleasure "--maybe 'Gods yes, right there Mel, a little more, ah--ah--AAAH!'" She placed a hand on the door, drawing herself up to her full, meager-but-still-more-than-what-Drif-had height, looking down at her with a smile. "You can say 'no,' bestie, and I guess I'll listen. But like, don't worry about me. What do you want? I'll be totally generous with you." She giggled. "But maybe only at first. I do have needs, y'know."
Drif breathed heavily. She was filled with a mixture of arousal, terror and guilt, emotions that she was not used to and decidedly not fond of. It felt as though no matter what happened, things could only get worse.
In the end, she chose the least horrible of the options available to her, and said, "Mel--
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