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RESIDENCE ✦ In a cardboard box
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
"not here right now. leave a message. will get back soon. probably."

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capslock is a LIFESTYLE

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[ “my dad was a doctor” hmmm no ]

ISN’T THERE A HOSPITAL HERE

eren is nothing if not committed

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[SO IS HERS but yeah that's not a good thing.]

there are lots of hospitals

dont like them tho

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IF YOU'D REALLY RATHER HAVE A DICK THAN GO TO A HOSPITAL THERE REALLY ISN'T MUCH ELSE TO DO BUT WAIT FOR THE WEEK TO PASS
SORRY

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not like theres much a hospital would be able to do anyway

ppl are saying theres a chance that harm can stick when turning back to normal so

doubt any sane doctor would shit & would rather avoid insane ones

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DO YOU NEED ANY
TIPS
TO HANDLE IT

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thats not

[But she stops herself, because. Oof. You never realize just how much you don't know about dicks until you've got one yourself.]

actually

yes

that might be good

just whatever youre ok to share at least

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MIGHT BE EASIER TO START IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS

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[Oh, right. She has to actually ask a question for him to help with that, doesn't she?

[...

[Oh god, she has to ask a question?! With WORDS?

[It takes a while for her response to come. Mostly because she's had to write, delete, rewrite, delete the rewrite, and try all over again before she's reached the more pertinent question that's been nagging at her:]

does it ever get

not hard anymore?

on its own??

it kind of fucking hurts

[help what do you do when blue balls]

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ONLY WAY TO DO THAT IS TO THINK ABOUT SOMETHING HORRIBLE ENOUGH TO KILL IT OR A DISTRACTION
IF TRYING TO GET THE LOAD OFF YOURSELF DOESN’T WORK, YOU NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
I’D SAY A COLD SHOWER BUT YOU’RE A RUBY

[ listen— he’s trying to be as professional as possible! this is serious stuff! when did he ever want to walk around the barracks with a boner? ]

YOU’RE NOT IN PUBLIC ARE YOU

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ok that is going to be like REALLY

[don't say hard don't say hard don't say hard]

difficult

not sure if its bc of the change but

it just is

cold shower wont help tho youre right
already tried the river & that shit is freezing

[The devil has definitely made Rey hornier than usual and she has no idea how to deal with the sheer constant of it.]

not in public at the moment no
cant fucking go out like this

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RIGHT
I’LL GO LOOK FOR SOMETHING TO HELP AND BRING IT TO YOU
CAN YOU JUST SHOW ME WHERE YOU ARE ON THE GPS

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[Something to help? Does Rey even want to know what that entails? She starts to type out a response asking just that, before deleting and just shooting a simple text ahead instead:]

will send you coordinates for the map app

should ping on your phone

[It's been long enough that Eren should get it by now, right? Rey just sends a pin in their private chat, linking to where she is on the maps -- a solitary location out in the woods.

[A very sane place to be, even if she isn't out here all alone anymore.]

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LET ME KNOW IF YOU MOVE

[ 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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[Having a consistent itch has made Rey's predicament so much worse. To top it off she had to, once again, end up with claws so sharp that cutting them off isn't even an option.

[Not really something she feels comfortable letting get close to her normal bits, let alone trying to navigate a new one.

[When Eren arrives, Rey is wearing a men's kimono that Jun had borrowed her. She'd found a downed tree somewhere away from her normal camp. For the last... fuck knows how long, she'd been sitting there trying to think of unsexy thoughts...

[Whether it be the fault of her own or this form, it's not working very well. Aren't these things supposed to go away over time? Why the fuck isn't it working?!

[Upon sensing the presence of someone nearby, Rey lifts her head from her hand. Her eyes scan the trees.]

Hello?

[Eren had been taking a while. Did he show up or change his mind?]

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It’s me.

[ his voice comes from one direction, the right side of the tree’s curve that may guide her senses to turn and look there. the problem had been how they’d been blatantly played with by the time she realizes there’s no eren where the voice had rung. in fact— he was on the opposite curve of the tree’s trunk.

he doesn’t give his trick away with a smile, but his lips may be straining behind his neutrality in maintaining his expression just like that: only curious and present. one tail that came into a flowing sideways view became five, each one dropping from the tree’s security as he kept his ears pinned forward and his eyes on the prize.

obviously, i mean rey, but while he’s at it, he does look down a little further for a sign. ]

Nothing yet?

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[At first Rey is suspicious why Eren has taken his sweet time making himself known. And then she sees the tails, and... Well, she gets it. It wasn't too long ago that she had been sporting similar fox traits, coupled with a strong sense of exhibitionism and mischief.

[Rey might not have the same impish impulses as back then, but the more she covers herself, the more uncomfortable it gets.

[The kimono is nice for modesty. It covers the parts of her that she doesn't want to see, even if she can still frequently feel it pressed against the fabric. Unmistakable and sore from Rey's reluctance to do anything by herself with her new, temporary organ yet.]

Nng, no, it's... [She grinds her teeth, face reddening as she pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear -- and over a horn.] Think it's gotten worse, if we're being honest.

[It's become glaringly obvious that she's underestimated how much this form would affect her no matter how many unsexy thoughts she tried to have.]

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[ he’s got a bag hanging from the hook of his claws, approaching without a lick of caution or preservation for rey as far as he was concerned. if anything, they both had ducks (now). surely there wouldn’t be a problem in acting like there was little problem in it. this, unfortunately, also meant personal space was so very in danger with the way eren just continues to waltz over like he’s joining her at a bar.

don’t mind him, just sitting down about two or so spaces away from her with his legs crossed and rustling through the bag, without looking at her and seeming to tend to the products he’s brought along— ]

What’re you thinking about?

[ maybe you’re doing it wrong says the slight incredulous touch to his tone, but it’s as much of a distraction as he needs it to be to lead the devil astray. ]

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[Rey... tries to sit down. Try being the key word, since she soon finds it uncomfortable with her new "package". How the hell can Eren sit like that with his legs crossed and everything?! It's not fair.]

Um...

[Right. He'd told her to try and think about something to kill her mood when it got this bad. A solution which Rey has hit an obvious snag in.]

Tried to think about... literally anything but sex. [She huffs, sliding a hand down her own face with a groan.] But all trying so hard has done was loop back into thinking about sex even more, and now... fucking stuck like this.

[Just her luck to transform into something with a higher libido than she knows what to do with.]

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[ yikes. he can actually see it from here? at least where the clothing over it is trying to still serve for rey's cover, alas . . . any way it falls, he knows what's sitting right behind it. how swollen is it? how big is it? why the hell would eren be thinking about it in the first place? he wouldn't, which was the point, and his curiosity makes his whiskers quiver.

his eyes aren't looking at her's. they're on her crotch for a second before sliding up, and innocently: ]

Are you thinking about it right now?

[ did eren's voice just crack and change at the now or was that just the crickets singing at abrupt timing? ]

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[The fact that it's so obvious isn't beyond Rey's notice. Even she can tell how bad it's gotten.]

Mn... M-maybe?

[She winces, the dull throb down there equally difficult to ignore. Rey huffs, her shoulders slack as she finally admits:]

...Yes. [Her eyes pinch shut as she rolls her head towards the sky.] Can't help it.

[That might've come out as sounding like a whine.]

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Well, [ woah there, not his voice anymore. it's gone high and slightly smooth and cute compared to the deep scratch it used to have as rey doesn't pay attention to him. that had been the attempt in the auditory illusion saught, after all: look. the kitsune had noticed long before her disinterest despite being right there and with a boner. he wasn't stupid— she didn't like men if she wasn't somehow getting a little antsy because it never crossed her mind (while other things did), so . . . ] I got you something.

[ did she like women? he's finding out now in a personal game of chance, mostly because a kitsune would nab at the chance immediately to lay with someone, partially because of boredom and an overall devious streak. if she were to return her gaze, eren is different in the blink of an eye; his features are softer, delicate, his curves are ample and by golly his breasts are huge and free from the chambers of a bra, making his shirt tight and forming lovely, lovely cleavage where the v collar cuts.

what he has is ointment that's truly said to help, potions and other things that he rummages through his bag to pull out, then gets on his knees, a hand, and extends his arm out to give it to her, his tails flowing into a gentle little wave. ]

Here.

[ as well as purposely provoke her. ]

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[The change in Eren's voice catches Rey's immediate attention. Her head snapping towards him with a startled look--

[Well. Her? Rey isn't even sure anymore, and it's not like she's been thinking clearly ever since she changed. All she knows is that she needs some kind of relief to this fucking ache, but also that she's too insecure to actually touch herself that way so far.

[Seeing Eren like this... does not help. Or does it? She's not sure. Her brain might be blue screening right now...

[And Rey remembers what it was like being kitsune, herself. Maybe not in the way she considered changing her appearance that much at will, but she had experienced certain inclinations that urged her to act in more provocative ways.

[Which means she also recognizes what Eren is doing with those tails. Her catlike eyes lose focus for a moment, her expression dazed as she realizes she might have held her inhale for a bit there, causing her to breathe faster than she intended once she recalls her very natural need for oxygen.]

How, ah... How are they supposed to work?

[Rey surprises herself with her own question. No "What are you doing?" or anything she would have deemed sensible at one point. In fact, Eren's current form and posture just coaxes her very obvious arousal, that she has a very good idea that he knows exactly what he's doing.]

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[ bingo 😈. when rey nabs the bait and keeps herself on lock-on, eren feels a thrill rising up his belly to his chest. it was hidden satisfaction toward the first step to success, and now more than ever did he not want to stop. how far would she go? how fast would it take for her to crumble?

he pretends he doesn't know what's going on, forcing his smile down with an aversion of eye contact, very brief, to focus on the lifted bottle, and, oh— silly him, he forgot to open it. let him just sit back on his heels, but in doing so making sure that he's managed to get closer to her. in front of her, rather than reaching out of touch. ]

You're supposed to drink this one and, [ eren's dainty little fingers slip, he drops the open bottle. right on top, right into his cleavage and then struggling to grab it and ending up droping it on rey and oh what a mess the front of their shirts are now—! the oily substance stains his fabric and expands wet blotches until his nipples, they're . . . very visible. ] shit. Sorry, hold on, [ and he looks around them, quickly, for something to soak up the wetness that fell on rey. ]

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Wait, drink it--?!

[Rey's incredulity is promptly cut off when Eren drops the bottle not just once, but twice. The second time ending up on her and the kimono she's wearing.

[And how convenient that Rey didn't think to bring a towel or anything out here, either. She huffs, reaching for the tie that's wrapped around her midsection.]

No worries, probably should've taken this thing off sooner. Just borrowing it and all...

[And she wouldn't want to ruin something that isn't even hers, now would she?

[But it also might be an excuse to remove one pesky layer of clothing that she doesn't like touching her skin so much. She's covered only by a thin layer of underclothes that's more like a barely contained long shirt than anything else. Which also isn't so great on her skin right now, but it can't be helped. It's not much better at concealing the muscular frame of her body any more than Eren's... chest, at the moment.]

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I’ll hang it up to dry with mine.

[ just being helpful is the key, and surely that’s what eren’s trying to do? like natural buddies in a locker room, the kitsune promptly removes his shirt, no warning, rolling up the ends and pulling it right over his head. pop went the perky, dampened breasts, set aside with the out half of the kimono and getting up to hang them on a nearby branch. and his toes and arching his back to show off his ass (the tails are partially in the way, but they flow up) as he says it just as he’s reaching up: ]

You don’t mind, right?

[ because he doesn’t, although . . .

his gaze is suggestive as it falls on rey. he watches, his eyes wander low where they shouldn’t be, and as he turns away, oh, look how cute. through his smile, he wets his plump lips with a flick of his tongue. ]