Spindrift is worst pony: *big white wings cover your eyes from behind*
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: *A gasp escapes from hir. When hir eyes are covered, it's not like shi can see any colors!*
Spindrift is worst pony: *The wings stay in place as a nose leans in and bumps the backs of your ears* Guess whooo~! *As if there's really much mystery, of course...*
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: *Hir ears flick up and shi feigns confusion, lifting hir head up. "An... owl?" Shi chimes, but does lean back in against you some, before finally turning around and smiling broadly, looking into your eyes. "Oh, it's someone else instead!"
Spindrift is worst pony: *those wings lower to hook around your shoulders, and a smiling batty face looks back at you, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek.* Yep. Not an owl. Though I could be!
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me settles hir hands on your waist instead, tugging you a ltitle bit closer. Enough to touch toe-tips. When you nuzzle in, shi inhales, then exhales slowly. "Mmmh, there are better choices." Shi coos softly, one hand caressing the small of your back. "What brings you my way?"
Spindrift is worst pony: The white bat leans up against your taller self, arching her back against your encircling embrace, and grins, leaning up to nose your chin. "Nothing really. Felt like saying hi. I haven't done enough of that and figured I'd help make up for missed opportunities at least a little. How are you doing?"
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me lifts hir chin to settle it atop your brow, ending up aiming your muzzle along hir throat and close to hir cleavage. "Mmmh, always a pleasure when you say hi. So much good comes after, too."
Spindrift is worst pony: If cleavage is what she's gonna get aimed at, that's what she'll avail herself of. The white bat sticks her nose down between your breasts and grins up at you. "Mmmhm. Although I should note I don't think I can promise a whole lot, here. I didn't really have a plan or anything, just, y'know." She lifts her muzzle and pushes up to smooch your chin. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, y'know?"
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me rolls hir shoulders to smush about your face and cheeks, hugging more firmly around your lush waist. "It's me that seeks to promise you much, I'm just delighted for the company." Shi giggles and lets your snout pop free, giving you a kiss on the lips this time, no real chance to escape that, with so much kissing. "Playing it by ear is what we do best." Shi tousles playfully with your creamy tail.
Spindrift is worst pony: The shorter bat mmmhmms, hiking her curvy rump into your touch, and savors the kiss for a moment before drawing back with a grin. "There's lots of little kinky things I think of surprising you with, but I never muster the balls to do it. It's less fun if I stop to ask for permission first. So I end up just, y'know. Doing something like this instead."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me trills lushly, both palms spreading out over your pert and bubbly ass, gently (okay, not so gently) squeezing into the globes. "You better do it then, before I do them first. Or give you the push you need...." Shi murmurs. "I still remember your little... obedience fetish."
Spindrift is worst pony: The bat raises an eyebrow and grins, leaning up to nose your chin. "Mmmm. I don't know if I'd call it that, but you handle it pretty well in any case." She grins and leans back, then reaches up to beep your nose. "I do have a request, though, since it occurs to me I wanted to make it."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me nosewiggles, but then lets you go. Shi steps back a bit, and sits down, poising hirself proper-lady like, nevermind the sheath and balls pushed under one thigh and smushed against the other. Hinting hir glistening ladyparts beneath a prodigious ass. "Tell, tell."
Spindrift is worst pony: The white bat plops down beside you. No fancy sitting here; she just drops on her backside. "It's not a fun request! Please don't get too excited. Anyway, um- as much a fan of transformation as I am, I'd rather not get turned into a bunny. It's silly, but I don't like them overly much. It's kind of a turnoff."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: That's fine! I can well satiate my bunny cravings with others that are one by default. *Shi trills, smiling happily. "What are your top 5 preferred species?" Shi glances at hir nails. "And how much do you still like filth? Just in case. And weight gain?"
Spindrift is worst pony: The other bat leans in to peer at your nails as well. "Top five species? Hmmm... I don't know. I like a lot of things! Picking just five is tricky. Dragons, mustelids, avians, equines... something aquatic, maybe?" She scooots ove rto lean against your side. "As for filth... that's a tricky one. I don't like slob-themed stuff. I think when it comes to, say, scat, it's more of an exhibitionistic thing rather than the filth itself. And weight gain is fun when it comes to big, plush forms, but I don't like it to the point of immobility."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me nods hir head in agreement with many of these things. "Dragons... mustelids. I adore those too. Equines, mmhm." Shi exhales sweetly and caresses along your hip. "You'd look pretty as a white dragon. Or albino skunk."
Spindrift is worst pony: She sits up and puffs her chest out. "I would, in fact, now that you mention it." She grins and leans in, nosing up at your cheek. "I do like the idea of gradual or sudden or incidental species changes. So if you ever find me inexplicably turning into something else, don't be alarmed. Just try and see it as a sign you're doing things well enough I can't contain myself." She lifts a paw and brushes it up your belly. "And the same goes for you, too, of course. YOu're good at sneaking in fun little changes. I recall rather fondly some time you went and turned into a big sexy spider at me."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me sweeps a gentle hand across your chest, fingertips caressing through the silky fur of your breast swells. When you lean in, shi twists to give you more of hir to lean into. "I'll be alarmed, I promise. Alarmed that a good time is going to be had. Okay, not alarmed. Excited." Shi giggles, chrrring as you caress hir tummy. "Mmh, you enjoy me changing as well? I'll remember that.... and heavens forbid if you don't sneak in your own changes at me too." Shi uncrosses hir legs. "Go get dressed in a swimsuit. Two-peice, or a one-piece if you can have the tummy exposed." Gods, you can feel it with every word. The... pressure. The compulsion. The inability, or lack of desire, to deny the request. "Oh, and lose the batty shape. Go sea otter."
Spindrift is worst pony: The bat smiles, nuzzling up into you- if you're going to turn towards her, she might as well make good use of the opportunity! But, well, there's not a lot she can do when you go dictating a change in dress, so she grins crookedly as she sits up, nuzzling your cheek, and pushes back to stride off, bare hips swingin'. "Suit yourself." She disappears around the corner and rattles around in a convenient dresser, though there's a likewise convenient shadow that reveals her silhouette as she's rustling through a drawer, picking out something. It takes a few tries before she finds a bit that fits the bill and lays it out; she holds up a pair of bikini bottoms in her winghands, then reaches down to start slipping them on. As she does, her big, articulate toes can be seen shifting, shortening, webbing flaring between them; it takes a little work to snug the g-string up over her hips, especially as drawing it up causes the thick profile of a powerful, rudderlike tail to slide out above her rump. The bra is a bit harder, what with the wings at her side, but they melt away as she shrugs it on. Her muzzle can be seen shortening, ears growing smaller, as she looks down to tug it into place. A moment later she slips back out into view, now a muscular and curvaceous otter- white-furred, with familiar black highlights, and stuffed into a sea green little suggestion of a bikini pillowing out around endowments that strain the stretchy material. She folds her arms below her chest and flashes you a whiskery smile. "How's this, then?"
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me coos as shi watches your shadow, and spends much of hir time enjoying the shift in your scents as well, hints of ocean and seabreeze, shells and fertilty. Unfolding hir legs as you finally complete yourself, shi stands - you're even shorter than before, otters such long-backed but stumpy creatures - and eyes you approvingly. "Exquisite. You even pulled off the hips correctly." Shi murmurs, hir sheath swelling approvingly, desire building in hir loins at the display of your cleavage and how poorly your thong hides anything, keeping a fat sausage of a cock wedged against one thigh and hip. "Now, let's go to the beach. The one *not* reserved for herms. That's right - we're going to break some decency laws. I know how much you mind public humiliation - especially during your estrus."
Spindrift is worst pony: The otter gives those Correctly Done hips a little twist, and stifles a little breath at the visible signs of your approval. It's hard not to pounce you then and there! in heat, as she is, it seems. "What, I mind public humiliation?" she wonders, raising an eyebrow. She then reaches out, grabs you by the hand, and draaaaags you to the beach. It doesn't take long at all because of otter magic, clearly. Soon there's sand underfoot, water lapping at the shore, a sun in the sky, and assorted beachgoers here and there. The otter's overstuffed bikini seems a bit out of place. Your utter lack of one definitely is, but at least it leaves you vulnerable to otterly ass-ogling.
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me laughs at the slight turn of planned events, but all for the better! Shi adores the ottery exhuberance that pours from you, and spends much of the 'short' walk there admiring that fine, full-figured ass and peeking otterballs. And you get plenty of view of bouncing, heavy batty breasts and swinging, partially-unsheathed dark cock nudging from thigh to thigh. Once at the beach, shi commandeers towels and other beachlazing equipment. Anyone that complains gets a kiss... and wanders away stupidly happy. "See that public shower?" Shi indicates. "Go take a shower and look pretty."
Spindrift is worst pony: (( Just a heads up- might have to wrap up soon, here. ))
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: (Mmm, Ok)
Spindrift is worst pony: The otter puts her hands on her hips and follows your gesture, then smiles. "Pretty, hmmm? That leaves a bit up to interpretation, doesn't it? Pretty according to ~who?~" She smiles back over her shoulder to you as she saunters her way up the beach and to the showers, webbed toes slapping over the damp tiles. She reaches out to turn the water on, then steps underneath, turning her head up, reaching up to sweep her white hair back from her face, soaking it slowly, eyes closed; she takes her time, playing up to an imagined camera, keeping her arms upraised, body tense and arched in such a way that its densely muscular and curvy qualities are put on display... drawing into relief the profile of her firm tummy, her heavy breasts, the ridge her barely- contained malehood makes in her bikini bottom. The postion just happens to nudge her out of the barely-sufficient containment- the pink crown of her cocktip nudging up past the waistline of her bikini, up near her hip that the ostensibly concealed length is slung across. She turns away, next, baring her back, strong swimming muscles rolling under her dense white pelt as she runs her webbed fingers through her hair, rivulets of water coursing down her back, over the base of her tail, running down its length to drip from its tail, dripping around it to wet the fur of a rump left far more bare than otherwise by the string bikini. After another minute she finishes up, turning the facuet off, and reapproaches, hips swinging; the sunlight catches her wet, white fur, giving it a glossy sheen it lacked before, while her hair hangs wet and rustled about her face. "There! Pretty enough?