[11:05:25] "Fine." A heavy sigh escaped Sal's lungs. Guess he'd be buying an outfit like the peasantry this year. "But I get to pick first. I'm not doing a dumb group costume with you this year." [11:06:42] A shrug. Sal enters the store and sees...costumes. Rows of them. And in front of him is a beautiful young woman. Long pink hair, large in the chest. Dressed in plate mail with a huge sword. "Oh! Hey! New customer?" She's looking you over. You can see there's another shopkeep who she waves to. "I'll take care of this one! You get the other one!" before taking your arm without ceremony and beginning to drag you into the store. [11:10:48] Sal tries his hardest to avoid being dragged. Didn't she know who he was? A heavy sigh left his lungs. There were worse things to be dragged by than some kind of adventurer girl. Not to mention something that fed his secret thing for pink hair and his public thing for breasts. "Hello to you, too." [11:12:02] "Hey! So, in the mood for a costume?" She looks you over. And then grins. It's probably a nice grin! Maybe!~ (HMMM. Skinsuit is too one stop. I think she's going to apply a cutie mark, lock you in a dressing room, and talk to you as you change :3) [11:12:33] (Good thinking~) [11:13:35] So. What'd your reaction be if she pulls you to a stop in front of a dressing room, rips off your pants and underwear with terrifying strength, and slaps something onto your left, well, between your thigh and butt-cheek, and shoves you into a room lined with mirrors and promptly locks the door? [11:14:45] "Apparently." Sal rolled his eyes back into his head. "Just give me something simple so I can get out of here. I planned on staying home all day." Well, that's what he planned on saying. He got cut short around 'simple' before his expensive clothes left his body, his butt was decorated, and the door locked behind him. "Excuse you!" He pounds on the door. "Don't you know who I am?" [11:15:29] "Don't know, don't care!" ...Well. You feel something burning where she slapped you, and an identical burning on the other side at the same place. "You'll get out in a few minutes, or maybe not~" a giggle [11:16:49] His hand rushed to cover the burning sensation. It didn't help. He tried his best to twist and contort his body to get a look before remembering what mirrors did. He managed to rip his hands away from his pale white ass long enough to get a look at what was happening. [11:18:13] Well, on each side is something vivid. A brilliant and bright red fireball, perfectly rendered in oranges and reds and golds, dripping tongues of what looks like liquid flame. There's a pair of delicate horns that seem to rise up from the "head" of the ball, though that might just be more flame. It feels hot to the touch. [11:20:11] Sal tries to reach down and touch it again, only to retreat it almost reflexively. "Ow. What did you do? I'm a paying customer! You can't just poke me with a branding iron and some weird symbol and lock me in here!" [11:20:39] Still, the symbol isn't... bad. Kinda pretty, once you looked at it. He shook his head back and forth. No doubt that was part of the trick. [11:21:06] "that's your costume! Well, less costume and more~" she giggles. "You'll see! Don't worry~". Her voice sounds a touch ominous. But the heat cuts off your thoughts for a moment. It does look pretty. And the heat is oddly nice to the touch. [11:22:52] "I don't know if I want to-" His words stick in his throat. The heat bubbles up inside him, clenching his fists and drawing his hands back to the mark. His eyes drift back, catching quick glimpses while his hands rub that nice warmth up and down. He wigged his butt back and forth. Nice and warm. [11:23:32] It is nice and warm! And the skin there feels...very smooth, Almost squeaky in the best way as you feel the mark. It looks...it looks good on you. Better than good. It looks great! [11:25:00] Sal settles for rubbing one cheek while he watches the other. Every now and again, he'd switch. He struck a little pose for himself in the mirror, showing off his silly, squeaky little mark to himself. And that squeaking! He made sure to drag his hands back and forth on the mark just to hear it. He liked the squeaking, [11:26:05] You can feel your hands on it, feel its warmth, feel your skin and the marks. It's...a strange feeling, how squeaky they are. But it's not a bad thing. The heat begins to build a little, starting to spread. It's like a fire, but it doesn't engulf you, it travels though, up your back leaving where it passed cold, and into your mind. [11:26:29] It's...your mind's getting warm?! You can feel it doing something. Warmer and warmer it gets, second passing as your brain heats up. "How do you feel?" [11:27:41] A shiver shoots up Sal's spine. His hands clench around those marks, another squeak echoing out. As he tries to catch his breath, it feels... different. Warmer. His whole head swirls with a wonderful warmth. "I-I feel nice?" He managed to stammer out. "It's a little warm in here. Could I get a fan or something?" [11:28:40] "Why'd you need a fan?" Warm is good. But your clothes are making you too hot. The idea of clothes makes you hot, and not in the good way. Shirts. Socks. Shoes. Pants. Everything. All of it is heating you up uncomfortably, past warmth and into bad hot. [11:30:53] "O-oh that makes sense." Sal's head bobbed up and down. He slipped off his shoes and stpped out his socks. That wonderful warmth came back, bubbling through his body and collecting in his brain. "F-feels nice, now." [11:32:12] "Great!" She beams. You feel better now. Much better now! Feeling perfect now. You're feeling great! Life is great! But something's missing, isn't it? You love the squeaky of your marks but they...they're so small. So...sure, they draw the eye to you but they'll see the rest of you and it's not...exactly the most pleasing sight, is it? At least, not compared to yoru marks. [11:34:52] Sal's head bobs up and down again. He did love his fun, warm, squeaky marks. And they were so pretty, too! His shirt was so hot- bad hot- he couldn't stand it any longer. He was loath to remove his hands from those wonderful marks, but he told himself it was only for a moment as he whipped his shirt off. He tossed it against the wall with his shoes. An incredible, warm moan left his lungs. "F-fee [11:35:05] ling much better. Tiny marks~? I want bigger marks!" [11:35:58] "Well, we can't give you that, but I can make you more squeaky?" You're naked now. And that feels great. She slides something under the door. It's a tiny vial of blue something. it's light, like the blue of a too hot flame. You can see, sense almost, the warm drifting off of it. [11:37:50] W-warm? He liked warm! He nearly fell over himself trying to grab the vial. He holds it close to his body, trying to absorb as much warm as he can. "Mmm~ I like warm~" His freshly feed cock liked the warm, too. It bubbled with the same heat as his brain. [11:38:47] The vial shatters, the glass oddly nto painful as the blue thing ends up on your chest. It's warm, Nice and warm. You can feel it beginning to....spread? The warmth from the vial transfering into youa s the heat from your marks equilizes, starting to grow through and around you. It's a little at first, but as you watch, the blue starts to wash... [11:39:32] Washing like a wave really, covering chest and nipples, removing them entirely, as it flows down and around your chest and waist. It's a covering, not a change, but you can feel the air on it, feel the air on squeaky and shiny blue skin that's hairless and perfectlys mooth and reflects the light. [11:40:13] And then...within a few moments, it washes over the marks, parts of your flanks which are covered don't get the blue, but the rest, it spreads down your legs and between your toes, up your arms and between your fingers. You can feel it coating your lips, your face, your eyelids and the inside of your nose and ears. [11:40:44] Within moments, minutes maybe, you're covered completely in that too hot flame blue, bounded on either side by marks of orange gold and red. It feels...perfect?! Well, the warm does. And your'e warm all over~ 21:06:37] It does feel nice! And warm and perfect and good and everything that's wonderful in the world. Doesn't it? Feels like it's warm. You're warm. You're so warm. "How do you feel?" The woman's voice. Mmmmm, do you need more? You feel like stretching out as the warm engulfs you more. It's in your mind, in your brain, in your very being as your latex blue skin squeaks against each itself, delivering shocks of lusty pleasure through you. [21:08:34] "M-more~?" He could hardly imagine more. He already felt soo goood~ He rubbed his rubbery hands against himself, each motion forcing another jolt of brilliant, brain-scrambling pleasure through him. He can feel the same warmth dripping into his brain, covering his thoughts in that same, wonderful warmth. His arms and legs do stretch out, a powerful, sunstained squeak filling the air with happy noises and his body with erotic warmth. "Morreee~" [21:11:28] Mmmm, your back cracks, hard. And you feel...standing up feels wierd> You're on your hands and knees, but that's not bad, is it? Hands and knees...no, hands and feet. They're good. Mmmmf. Why stand up? It's so much more comfortable like this, isn't it? "Are you willing to give up everything to go the final step?" [21:13:56] Sal's back arches forward. Powerfully. Suddenly. His spine pops into place, as if it'd been all wrong all these years. He thought he felt good, but that was amazing~! He could barely remain on his nice, comfy hands and knees after that. His eyes fluttered open and shut as warmth accumulated in his body. Whatever the final step was, he wanted it! Whatever it took to get more of this wonderful, inc [21:14:10] edible warmth. "Y-yes! I want the final step!" [21:15:47] A small giggle. "Okay Azure Hellfire." ...wha? What's...you feel the warmth flooding through your brain and shoving out your old name, replacing it with the new one. A proper name. The name for a being that's evil, demonic, latex, and...equine? Equine sounds right, doesn't it? [21:17:26] (brb) [21:17:41] (Okay! [21:27:53] "Azure Hellfire~" He moaned. The blue warmth pulsed and trickled into his brain's wrinkles. His head squeaks up and down. Yes, that seemed right. A powerful, evil, demonic name. One perfectly suited for an azure hellfire such as himself. Or was it herself now? Azure couldn't be bothered to keep track. All that mattered was that wonderful warmth and that nice squeaky squeak." [21:27:57] *. [21:29:43] That squeaky squeak that's...beginning to form all over you. The warmth building as your heart seems to stop, the beating only replaced by squeaking. That squeaking all over you as your groin begins to change, the warmth building as it slowly retracts itself inwards, becoming less and less prominent as you release sticky squeaky black corruption all over your legs and waist, and chest and everything. [21:34:00] Azure feels the warmth wash over her fun, squeaky body. She hardly noticed that her heart stopped beating. It only brought more yummy warmth through her squeaky body! The groin action took a little more attention. What used to be a squeaky blue cock disappeared and popped inside. Another wave of warmth washes over her body, one that's rather quickly lost when corruption coats her slender frame. It [21:34:18] (stops at "It" [21:34:50] She flops onto her back and lets the black corrpution wash over her. It felt really nice, even nicer than the blue sticky stuff. This was black squeaky stuff! Azure never wanted it to end~ [21:36:31] And then it does, sadly. But when you look, you see a gaping black slit, dripping with corruption. Your nipples have vanished, but in their place, a pair of them emerging right above your new and dripping female bits. They grow rapidly, warmth seeping into you. Udders perhaps? But more like human breasts. Horrible perversions, ideally suited for a hellpony like you. [21:39:46] Azure's hands? Hooves? She didn't care any more. They rested on her big, bouncy boobies, every now and again stealing a stroke against her dripping, black slit. "Mmmn~" She moaned, squeaking against her big, fun boobies and her fun, squeaky slit. She liked the slit most of all- it was full of that fun, sticky black stuff~ [21:41:28] (I dunno what you're thinking, but perhaps Azure ends up the dumb-for-a-succubus sexput and her sister the brains of the operation?) [21:42:40] Oh. Hands still. You're still mostly human looking. How...annoying? As your squeaky ears. begin their migration up to the tops of your head, pointing upwards as you begin to feel your fists and feet clenching. They can't...move, can they? The latex growing over them as your posture changes in truth, bones audibly cracking as the warmth causes you to cum again and again, gushing down black fluids onto the ground where it emits an utterly intoxicating smell. [21:42:41] hooves are on the ground, poni body feeling itself finishing its change as the warmth begins its final assault on your humanity [21:42:46] (Sure :3 [21:46:59] A tinge of sadness washed over Azure's body. She didn't like her hands. Just then, something happened that lifted her spirits! Her ears took their proper place atop her head. Her back arches once more, the feeling of her body twisting and changing against her will pushing her to the limits of warmth and pleasure. Her back pops into something stronger. She comes. She tries to scoot her butt over the puddle of amazing black corruption, but it soon sinks into the ground instead. Another hint of disappointment soon replaced by her hand forcing itself into a fist. Then a hoof. That was right. She liked hooves. Both of them landed on her crotch, one toying with her boobs and the other trying to draw more of that really good-smelling yummy corruption stuff out. Most of it sunk into the ground. He [21:55:26] r feet popped and cracked, stretching out on their own to form into another pair of hooves. Another powerful orgasm rocks Azure's body and leaves her stewing in another puddle of wonderful, warm corruption. "Hnnnn~" She moans. Her hooves spread out to either side. Her brain has been wiped clean with pleasure. She can feel something creeping into her brain. It's going for some tiny, forgotten part [21:55:51] of her. It seems... important, but she can't quite place a hoof on it. It feels nice and warm, but it feels nicer and warmer to let it go. Warm feels nice~ [21:56:42] You're...Azure? You see a muzzle on your face, black crimson eyes staring at a poni face. You feel...heee. Horny and good and your long spade tail is fucking you and your wings and your horns and you're such a perfect hellpony and you want to fuck something now! Now now now now! [21:59:12] Azure's hind hooves tingle with excitement! She's so horny she doesn't know what to do! Her tail plunges in and out of her pussy. Her black and red eyes are largely unfocused, her vision blurry with pleasure. She can see her cute little muzzle, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. "Azure... wanna fuck~" [22:02:46] (SHall we move onto me? :3 [22:03:07] (Sounds good. Shall we have Azure come convert her former friend or would you rather an employee do it?) [22:03:16] (I think the employee~ :3 [22:03:29] (Very well. One momo.) [22:07:26] Meanwhile, a short, busty blonde approached Sal's friend. She had hair like spun gold- or was it a wig?- and her breasts drew similar suspicion. She was clearly a new employee- she looked like she hadn't been there more than a day. "Looking for anything in particular?" She smiled. The smile, at least, was real. "Can I help you find anything?" [22:07:56] "Uh..." Sam nods. "Just a cool costume. Something better than Sal's...er...if that's something you can do?" [22:09:21] "Oh, is he your friend in the other booth? Don't worry, we'll set you up with something nice." With each step, she seemed to change. Various displays around the store caught his eye. Costumes, wigs, accessories. Things of that nature. Every time he looked back at the attentant, she looked a little more natural. Maybe she got a little taller, her breasts a little bouncier, or her hair a little shin [22:09:59] "Uh, sure!" He coughs a bit awkwardly, smiling nervously at her as he follows in her wake. [22:10:53] ier. It wasn't long before she led him to a bank of dressing rooms. She popped a clipboard out, adjusting her manicured grip so she could read it around her bouncing breasts. "Alright, how about we put you in number three, here?" She pushed the door open, revealing a room covered, floor-to-ceiling with mirrors. "Just get in there and we'll have you a costume right quick!" Even as the door closed b [22:11:16] "S-Sure?" awkwardly walking inside, coughing and looking about nervously. [22:11:19] ehind him, he swore he could see her golden head poking over the top of the door, easily six feet off the ground. [22:13:08] He...looks awkwardly at her, but shakes his head. He's sure it's nothing. Probably. [22:14:33] She returned quickly, this time with a glove wrapped around her right hand. Red latex, with the fingers sewn together into kind of a spade shape. She pushes open the door with a smile. "Okay, don't tell my boss, but I'm not supposed to come into the room after I put you in, but I kinda forgot to do this." She presses the tip of the spade against his belly button and rips up with a single, smooth m [22:15:28] otion. It rips his shirt in two, straight up the middle. Fire burns at the tears and some stays on his chest. It doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels kinda nice. Really nice. It feels better the more it spreads across his body. [22:15:49] "A-AH!?" He yelps, confused, trying to jump back, "W-What the fuck?!" [22:17:55] "Oh, don't worry!" She smiles, popping the door open and stepping out into the hall. The door latches, rather loudly, behind her. "I mean, it feels rather nice, doesn't it? That wonderful, tingling flame as it spreads over your body?" And it did spread. It ate his shirt in short order, covering his body instead with a thin blanket of warmth. [22:18:25] "I-I..." An eeep followed by a long mmm, "Y-Yeah...it feels...good?" [22:20:12] "Good! Go ahead and let it wash over you. It feels nice, doesn't it?" The fire started to burn down his pants. Both fires, actually. It tickled his cock and danced down his legs. "Really nice. The more it takes, the happier you feel. In fact, you should just let it take whatever it wants. There's no stopping the fire. I'd just let it go if I were you." [22:21:42] He...he nods, hesitantly. "A-Alright..." hands reaching down, nervously clasping his rather small cock, hard as it can get. Already he's teasing at it, pumping it with both hands, letting himself go in the eelings and sensations. [22:27:47] Not /exactly/ what she meant, but she also isn't in much of a capacity to stop him. "That's right. Let the fire take you. It shoots up and down your legs and fills them with warmth. If you feel a little weak in the knees, that's okay. Just part of that nice, natural flame washing over you. You might even feel it running up your spine, warmth surging through your body as it climbs your spine. Your [22:27:56] brain might start to feel nice and warm, too. That's okay. It feels nice. [22:28:37] He...he nods, relaxing and embracing the flame, hands falling down as he hugs himself, taking the warmth into him as he relaxes, shoulders slumping back. [22:30:30] "That's right. It feels nice to let the flame bubble over you, doens [22:31:13] 't it? In fact, it kinda simmers in your brain. You might feel it start to warm up, your thoughts starting to loosen. That's okay. Thoughts are supposed to be nice and loose. All you have to do is relax and let the fire do its wonderful, warm work. It feels nice, doens't it?" [22:31:43] "Y-Yeah, it does" voice almost drunk on the fire, on the warmth. "it feels so good. I love how it feels~ <3" [22:34:57] "Good! Let the flame stir in your whole body, filling you with warmth. It feels nice to let it stay inside you. You can feel your brain heating up. Your thoughts start to swirl around. Almost bubbling, like water in a pot. Don't worry, that just feels better. The warmer you get, the better you feel. And you feel really warm right now, don't you?" [22:35:30] He...he does feel better> "Y-Yes'm?" [22:39:01] "That's good. In fact, you might feel your thoughts start to bubble away. The heat wraps around them and slowly carries them to the top. One by one, they pop into nice hot air. Remember your first kiss? Pop. There it goes. More warm. Your first day of school. Pop. Gone. Warm. Breakfast. Pop. Gone. Warm. A gentle stream of glittering crimson memories rose off his head. That's okay. It felt nice. [22:39:27] The magic rose over the top of the door and into that sexy spade glove. Fire swirled around inside him, tickling every part of his body. [22:39:51] Aaaaah. He relaxes leaning back and just letting the fire swirl and consume him. "So nice, what'm I gonna be?" a giggle. [22:41:46] "Oh, you'll see. I like to make it a surprise." A giggle echoed from the other side of the door. His first pet. Pop. Gone. Warm. His parent's names. Pop. Gone. Warm. The door creaked open again. She wore the same spade glove, now glowing with perverted magic. "Now, just relax and let the fire well up inside you. This'll only take a minute~" [22:42:47] "Okay Miss..." He nods and smiles, not remembering a thing other than the warm and nice~ [22:45:28] Another slash, this one along his spine. This one didn't hurt. It felt different than before, too. It felt... nice. Really nice. And... sticky? Red latex crept over his body, squeaking as it went. The lady excused herself from the room and let the latex work its way over him, spreading warmth wherever it went. [22:45:42] Entering the store. Pop. Gone. Warm. [22:46:14] He looks at himself in the mirror, confused. [22:50:19] It feels really nice. Any questions quickly bubbled away, turning into a wonderful warm air that filled up his head and washed down into his body. The latex only followed, wrapping around his chest and slowly dripping down. It covered his nipples, his chest hair, his belly button. It feels wonderful every step of the way. The fire burning within him only serves to feed it. It grows and bubbles whe [22:50:22] n the fire within him does. [22:51:04] He...he embraces it, moaning. The fire is all that matters. Everything that matters. The only thing that matters! [22:58:53] His mother's name. Pop. Gone. Warm. It drips over his hands. It fills in the space between his fingers. What his parents look like. Pop. Gone. Warm. His family. Pop. Gone. Warm. The latex reaches his waist and creeps beyond. It wraps around the base of his cock, smoothing over his pubes with a gentle lick of warmth in juuust the right place. [23:01:30] There's only flame. No name. No memoires. Only flame. Flame and lust. Lust that's causing him to tease his hard cock as he plays with it, moaning back against a wall. Warm and flame. That's all he is. Warm and flame and warm. [23:03:31] The latex creeps up his cock, wrapping it with warmth and just a liiitle bit of pressure. Enough to help out, of course. It spreads down his legs. They start to grow weak. Weak and wobbly. Even as the latex wraps around the bottom of his feet and kinda squeakily grips the floor, he can feel his balance fading into the flame. And the squeaking! How did he miss that fantastic, wonderful squeaking? [23:03:38] Why, it was almost as good as the warmth! [23:04:21] The squeaking is nice...he...he falls into the ground now, in truth. Balance, forgotten. ONly squeaky and flame. "I-I..." he blinks, as if forgetting to speak. [23:06:12] The latex wraps around his cock and, with or without his help, comes. It's not normal cum, though. It's black and warm and smells really good and feels even better. The fire burns to scalding hot. It feels amazing. Bubbles shoot out of his brain and into that powerful, twisted spade. Soon, one bubble remains. A sticky one. One that just won't leave his head. His name. It's surrounded. He can barel [23:07:04] y remember it as it is. [23:07:17] Yet, it remains. A painful spot on his head. An embarassment, almost. [23:08:15] He...he grimaces. He needs a better name. Not that old one, whatever it is. He...he doesn't speak, but he tries to embrace the heat, to pop the bubble and craft something better. (So, right now...it's normal him, except covered head to toe in...what color latex? <3 [23:08:33] (Sexy red, of course! To compliment his blue sister~) [23:10:57] "Oh, I bet you need a name, don't you?" The latex tugs at his cock. It slowly turns inward, trying to rid his body of the offending growth. That feels nice, too. "How about... Scarlet Hellfire? That's a nice, sexy name." There it goes. Scarlet Hellfire pushes that old name right out of his head. He didn't need it any more, right? [23:12:20] No...no he didn't. Scarlet. Scarlet Hellfire. That's his? name! [23:14:28] Read_ [~Read@24.229.125.6] is now known as Queen_Deirdre [23:16:30] Well, her name now. His cock disappeared between his legs and replaced itself with a perfect, squeaky latex pussy, dripping with black corruption onto the floor. Wonderful, delicious-smelling black corruption. The sensation of her body changing forced an orgasm to rock her body. A powerful one, one that only fueled the flame inside her." [23:16:31] *her. [23:17:00] A scream of lust as she looks down to lick up the discharge, moaning lewedly [23:20:26] Oh, it tastes amazing! It flows through her whole body. It changes her. Each change, of course, sends another incredible orgasm through her body, each one more powerful than the last. Her ears form into points and rest atop her head. Orgasm. Corrupting cum blasts her in the face. A pair of horns poke up throug her latexy head. Another powerful squeak, another orgasm. [23:21:16] A-AH! She screams out in lust and joy [23:24:24] Her hands bubble and turn into hooves. Another orgasm. The corruption gushes across her crotch. The latex starts to bubble. A pair of mounds quickly sprout. They demand the attention of her hooves. They feel /really/ nice. Two orgasms, one for each sexy, sensitive titty. [23:27:02] She falls back on her back, moaning as her hooves try and pleasure herself! [23:29:14] Her hooves eagerly dig into her pussy. A tail sprouts from her back. Another mind-shattering orgasm. The spade-shaped tip is eager to come in and help. Her feet pop into hooves. Sploosh. Her brain is awash in perfect, dark pleasure. Just how she likes it, [23:29:37] She's not caring except to pleasure herself more and more and...and....AAAAAH~ <3 [23:32:19] Another orgasm. Dark, corrupting cum washes out of her pussy. Most of it slides off her latex body and onto the floor. The mirrored wall slides open to reveal that same oddly familiar girl. "Alright, one last step and you'll be all done, okay, Scarlet?" She held up her spade-shaped glove, the face puling with dark, intoxicating magic. It called to Scarlet's piercing sapphire eyes. It was nice. Wa [23:32:24] rm. Relaxing. Just like she liked. [23:33:56] "Yes....mmmm, sure~" languidly purring out. [23:36:29] Memories, twisted by the spade's magic, reached out and flowed back into Scarlet's mind. She remembered climbing out of the demonic latex ooze with her sister, Azure. She remembered her training, becoming the smart, sexy brains of the pair and learning to control her sexpot sister. She rememered earning her cutie mark- right down to the warm, intoxicating flash with which they appeared on her rear [23:36:53] . She could have sworn it just happened again as memories flashed into her brain. S [23:37:03] Queen_Deirdre looks back at her mark, mmmming, tail plunging into her. Bored more than horny. [23:38:57] Tales of their adventures swirled into her head, finishing with meeting up with her sister in the human world. The girl with the spade sprung to her feet and let the door swing open. "Go ahead." She smiled. "Stretch your wings and fly for me, okay?" [23:39:20] Queen_Deirdre grins and spreads her wings! Moving to fly into the air and into the pages of perversion and sin! [23:39:35] (And then Scarlet and Azure tackle the shopkeeper and live lustily, latexily ever after~)