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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

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

Edited (LAST EDIT I SWEARS sob) 2021-05-25 07:42 (UTC)

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

[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.]

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? ]

[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?]

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?

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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? ]

[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.]

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2021-06-16 19:19 (UTC)

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.]

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. ]

Edited 2021-06-21 10:29 (UTC)

[Locker room. Right.

[When it comes to nudity, Rey is usually not at all daunted by revealing her skin. Though she's a little more self conscious with this body -- its new... addition and how much more difficult it is to hide every thing that turns her on in the slightest.

[And it doesn't help that she's turned on a lot right now. Even the way Eren seems to be enticing her is making her throat hitch as she moves to hang up the kimono, trying to stay focused.

[Yet her eyes are now on his additions. A little too much staring on his chest as she wonders how much of him has changed. Is it just the top, or...?]

That, um... That ever happen to you, before? You don't seem very surprised by the... [Rey attempts to gesture to Eren's more feminine form with a clawed hand. She sure as hell never changed that way when she had been a kitsune. This is also new, to say the least.]

What— This?

[ and turning to face rey directly, eren gestures to his own frame, then, quite bluntly as it was casual, cupped his own breasts with just the right amount of squeezing that the nipples were between his fingers and the skin looked . . . plump! ]

I don’t feel like I’ve changed much. [ he shrugs and takes it lightly. in reality, it was all a trick the eyes couldn’t tell apart from the real thing. he was still him, but the additions were such solid fantasies that they might as well be real to the untrained mind— most humans and anything with eyes. kitsune got the long end of the stick, there, especially when humankind all longed to see something so badly that their brains get hooked like fish biting worm-disguised hooks. which is exactly what he sees when eyes aren’t on his face, but on his bare bust (he’s smiling). after a paused moment, eren steps closer, the sway of nine tails moving with the sensuality of a . . . well, a vixen, and stops close to inches away from her body, chest out, hand on his hip. front row seat. ] Do you like it?

[Okay, there's no way in hell he's that unaware of what he's doing. Rey would be more annoyed with that fact if... well, it wasn't working. And it is -- working, that is. She finds her throat going dry at the way Eren touches himself like that. Makes her wonder whether this was a conscious decision to change, or what.

[Once she's hung up the kimono, all that's left is the "fundoshi" styled undergarment, which looks more like a piece of cloth wrapped around her waist than anything else. Even that feels uncomfortable against her new skin, and tighter as the fabric constraints her aching erection, only worsened by Eren's clear teasing.

[Does she even need to answer his question verbally at this point? Because she doesn't. Just draws her hand up over her mouth, simply nodding in reply as she tries -- and fails -- to contain herself.]

You don't feel... weird, being like that?

[Maybe some people don't have as complicated feelings about changing like Rey does.]

Not really. I’m still me under this.

[ this just keeps getting better, better and goddamn better, doesn’t it. if it’s getting better for eren, it’s also getting better (worse) for rey; the fox hasn’t been shoved or forcefully put at bay by any means, so he might be doing something right. it reins over his next course of action: to press his bust right into the woman’s until tight cleavage, skin and nipples were slowly pushed together in a spur of thrilling inner static. ]

You are too, Rey. [ physical dysphoria was not so light or even a simple matter to easily talk her out of, but . . . maybe the devil would have a wildcard in that. eren’s lips are close now, terribly close as one hand tempts her hand and the other her face, rolling his cheek into an owning rub where she’d smell of him (to him) up the lobe of her ear and uttering, with a lush voice set to charm. ] I can help you . . . With that.

[ would she shy away from the gentle brush of his fingertips where her cock was? they’d find out, as the tightened fabric is carded like a feather, and sharp like a claw for her to feel right through what was left of her garments. ]

[What Eren says makes some marginal sense. Rey knows this. Even if understanding and accepting are two separate things...

[But she doesn't have to accept it. Not entirely, anyway. Denying herself further just brings more agony to her whole being that can be relieved so easily, it only she'd let it.

[Here Eren is, riling her the fuck up. Her breath catches in her throat, the skin contact sending an electric charge through her that takes over. Now her hands move on instinct, reaching to touch Eren's sides. Wanting to see if his skin and form feels as feminine as he looks and sounds.

[Then she's been shed of what remains of her layers, and that seals it for her. She can't hide her painfully firm erection even if she wanted to. It throbs with her quickening heartbeat as Eren's fingers come so close to it.

[Suddenly, she's pressed up against him -- more so than they already were. Except now it's more like she's partially trying to hide the part of her that's been exposed, while the other part wants more. It's pretty much the opposite of shying away.]

You... wouldn't mind, doing that? As you are right now? [Rey asks as soon as she remembers how to exhale. Much as Eren's kitsune trick is doing a lot for her, it's only good enough if they both enjoy it.]

[ his lips shine with the flit of his tongue over them as they curved, coy, and flashed his fangs not just at rey’s inquiry, but at her advance. it was so lovely, just what his body was pleading for— rey’s shaft being rubbed between the start of eren’s thighs, swaying toward a gentle grind as the women came forward, hands at the curves of his hourglass hips . . . very feminine, indeed, she’ll find. there’s not an image of a man on him any more, and it’s as if he never was. ]

I’m not obligated to be here like this.

[ unlike rey, this, whether spurred by the temptation to trick and seduce or not, was still a choice. at least, eren had the illusion of it, when the kitsune parts were more inclined to have their way than he would to actually pursue any of it in a sober state. well, sober eren can’t come to the phone right now, but kitsuneren is taking any messages and will gladly get back to them, depending on the receiving package, if any.

their breaths were hot on each other’s cheeks, he could feel it, and to ice their cake— he licks her, slow, deliberate, starting from the curvature of her jaw and riding toward the corners of her mouth, with words that just nearly had a moaning touch to it: ]

Let loose.

[Well damn, that's twice Rey's had to do a once over on her own insecurities. Not only because of just... Kainé, but if Eren can choose to change his body at will -- and to one that Rey would be more receptive to?

[Then fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck iiit, why can't she allow herself to indulge just a little?

[She gasps when Eren licks her, her sense of touch heightened in this state of tantalizing want. Her lips part as he says those last words...

[And she does just that -- she lets loose. Or as loose as she can be, when she pins him against a tree with a primal growl. Their bodies flush together when Rey moves in to crush her lips to his, her hard and engorged arousal pressed between his feminine thighs. It's not something she would ever think to do in any other situation, but--

[Head empty. Only horny now.]

[ the push comes in a surge that eren nearly gasps at with a sweet unfurling sense of finally, release. she drives into him and his gaping mouth and plush lips do make sure that the hot snag of breath is heard beneath the rumble of rey's snarl— and partially silenced. once her pair was sealed over eren's, it took less than a moment for his mouth to coax open wider and let her in, repay her for the deed and rewarding her with his own side of the kept "deal". the kitsune wasn't one to trick past his promises, after all, so there was no hiding here, and no hiding of how much he too was wanting this and wanting to be fucked.

his hands, thin and delicate rise to the devil's face to squeeze into her cheek and clasp for hair between his fingers. and her package, god damn— so thick and so goddamn hard it doesn't even think to bend. his thighs squeeze together, rub as a soft, persuading whine builds in his throat, short and previewing more as he rolled his tongue to her's, before, just a little bit, his thighs spread a fracture to press the cock toward, hip to hip, bust to bust, and dig his heels to rise onto her. ]

Edited 2021-07-16 10:37 (UTC)

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