[ because he was going to go product hunting, first. eren’s intentions were initially well-meaning and honest; he didn’t actually know what he was looking for, but with so many resources and technology on this planet, there had to be something, right? even if was a plant mix, at this point, giving one devil’s pounding erection he couldn’t fathom, he figures it’s well worth the try.
a little more than half the time spent searching for something, despite the wait time into evening hours, he’s got some success. pastes, mixes and oils claiming to soothe thy raging boner. whether they’ll actually work, eren can’t say. what he can was that, with the coming of the nighttime moon came his own changes, belatedly, but in full in the form of his fox ears, many tails, and trailing black fur down his changed limbs, was that he had an itch to scratch.
a fun itch. a cunning itch, and maybe a bit of an aroused itch.
he enters the woods with the stalks of a silent mountain cat, slow and deliberate with where he stepped and rotating his ears to the slightest sound of breathing. he doesn’t announce— a predatory itch was being scratched at here, too, and he’d greedily take an entire bag worth of itches if rey could provide. of course she would! favors for favors, no? ]
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[ because he was going to go product hunting, first. eren’s intentions were initially well-meaning and honest; he didn’t actually know what he was looking for, but with so many resources and technology on this planet, there had to be something, right? even if was a plant mix, at this point, giving one devil’s pounding erection he couldn’t fathom, he figures it’s well worth the try.
a little more than half the time spent searching for something, despite the wait time into evening hours, he’s got some success. pastes, mixes and oils claiming to soothe thy raging boner. whether they’ll actually work, eren can’t say. what he can was that, with the coming of the nighttime moon came his own changes, belatedly, but in full in the form of his fox ears, many tails, and trailing black fur down his changed limbs, was that he had an itch to scratch.
a fun itch. a cunning itch, and maybe a bit of an aroused itch.
he enters the woods with the stalks of a silent mountain cat, slow and deliberate with where he stepped and rotating his ears to the slightest sound of breathing. he doesn’t announce— a predatory itch was being scratched at here, too, and he’d greedily take an entire bag worth of itches if rey could provide. of course she would! favors for favors, no? ]