As you touch the mirror, it spurts a corona of tentacles to encapsulate you. For one dizzying instant you have the sensation of rocketing down a tube filled with liquid... and then you're in...
BottomWarp
You are in a hot, humid, twilit place, mired in a sea of musky haze and anonymous, delirious bodies in motion. Very little of those bodies is covered, and what does cover them doesn't add much to their modesty. The mass of revelers presses in on fresh guests like a feeding anemone, all groping limbs and sucking lips, glistening genitalia and a few parts that words aren't quite fit to describe. At least the crowd's a friendly beast, passing food, drugs, and software into visitors' hands before they can even refuse. Just be careful what you chew on...
Mercifully, there are ample places to hide out from your new friends. The pavilions, huts, and shopping booths that dot the public square are tiny but plentiful enough to give a little breathing room. The structures are all made of a foamy, springy substance that glistens like mother-of-pearl and swirls like meringue; it makes them look like they weren't so much built up as they were sprayed on. The walls have been whipped into suggestive shapes, hyper-masculine lines and ultra-feminine cusps. Now and then, a fresh flume of the stuff spurts out of a hidden nozzle. The locals are quick to scoop up bits of the fluid before it dries and sculpt them into new toys.
Nearby is a somewhat vulval mound, via whose lips sentients are occasionally seen to arrive or depart. Across the square is the comical cat's-head facade of the Purple Cat club, and between two buildings, a covered spiral stairway leads up. Hanging in the air are a flattened ovoid blob of liquid mirror light lazily oozing across it, and a brass frame with the title 'Orion' on a plaque in front of it.
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Daria.
Penepiino is a cute little thing, with orangey skin and wide, purple eyes. Her hair is a shocking neon orange, pulled back into a bun with a long ponytail. Through most of her hair is a blue streak, apparently parted from somewhere in the middle of her bangs. She doesn't seem to treat it any differently than the rest of her hair, though it is folded into the bun, peeking out again only in the long ponytail sticking out of it. Her clothes are an exercise in mismatched colours, mismatched styles, and almost lolita-cute. She looks twelve, if that old. She holds herself as if she were much older, though.She has the ability to find things. Just about anything, really.
When you are not immediately interacting with her, credits occasionally roll.
DARIA GREY AS: Penepiino Aktuliaano Eskuhanita
You may have seen her webcomic. She's only a secondary character, but she's probably the most adorable secondary character that has ever existed.
Her theme music starts playing, a cheerfully layered series of techno bells and marimbas with a merrily repetitive tune. She bounces around in perfect rhythm to it, uninterrupted even by the gaze of a viewer or an impressive entrance.
Daria squees, leaping from the mirror and landing in a large heap of something squishy. It might be fucking cephalopods, it might just be a heap of wet latex. It's hard to tell.
Trancend stand there, watching that spectacular dive into a pile of still-damp sextoys. "Eight." "Eight point five." "Could've done with less clothing." And then they follow Daria in, grinning.
Daria squeals and giggles madly, folding her hands between her knees. This forces up her somewhat small chest, and gives the cameras a shot at an almost-illegally-cute girl.
Trancend sprawl out, getting comfortable. "So what's up?" Cend tosses a particularly impressive double-ender, still vibrating, towards a likely-looking pile of candidates over yonder. Trans smiles and spoons up behind his sister, who reaches back to rub him behind one ear. "Other than me, anyway."
Daria giggles, kicking her legs briefly. "Is sky, ceiling, many many Bottom-ers." She grins, closing her wide eyes for a moment. "Is to be serious? Not very whole much."
"Really?" There's a hint of digitized purring in his voice as Trans rests his chin on one of Cend's shoulders. "Or are you just sayin' that to dodge the question?"
Daria smirks, an expression entirely unfitting on her round, round face. "Nepi has not right parts for that."
Cend smiles, using a suprisingly large plug as a pillow. "You say that like that can't be changed." There's a bit of rooting around in the pile, and she comes up with an ordinary-looking strapon. "Or even imitated."
Daria giggles, and shakes her head. "Scene is not Nepi's. Nepi normal girl, normal body, all good stuff. Even wings is normal."
Cend shrugs, tossing the strapon over thataway. Someone will find a use for it, and there's plenty more where that came from if there's the demand for such. "You're just bored, then?" "Boredom can be fun." Trans quips with a grin.
Daria scratches her head, blinking a few times. "Er... Nepi is meaning whole scene of leather-latex gender-change-stuff."
"Ahh, okay." The twins sync, nodding. "Nothin' really really weird?"
Daria looks thoughtful, scratching her chin. "Is not knowing, tried of some stuff weird, not all. Is never trying all."
Trancend smile. "We'll let you in on a little secret." They winks and cover each other's ears as they synch, "Neither have we."
Daria giggles, squirming in place and settling down a little more deeply in the pile of toys. "Then is what has tried?"
Trans smiles, plucks a datachip out of his sister's ear via sleight-of-instantiator. "We've got recordings. This one's our most recent." He grabs an enormous, flopping hulk of a toy, and points it as best he can at the entrance to the Purple Cat. "Took place right in there, in fact." "But that was extra-weird." Cend smiles, fanning out a small handful of chips. "Most of our work is just us."
Daria giggles briefly, twisting her skirt in her hands briefly. "Nepi is has no real work of speaking yet, is thinking? Less is cameras hidden all overwhere." Lo and behold, she makes eye contact with one of her cameras, squinting suspiciously.
Trancend don't notice the look at the camera. "Y'want a sample?" They offer up the crystals with a smile. "Just pick one and get it inside th' body, and it'll start playing back as it dissolves."
Daria cocks her head thoughtfully, and extends her hand, palm-up. "Is making suggestion for Nepi?"
Trancend glance towards each other for a long moment. Then they grin, and the selections in Cend's hand fizzle out of being. "We're really proud of this one." Trans smiles, daintily placing the remaining chip in the outstretched hand. Funny, it wasn't such a rich, transparent blue earlier...was it? "Though it might be a little overwhelming..."
Daria stares at it for a moment, then daintily pops it into her mouth, rolling her eyes up thoughtfully.
Trancend stretch a bit, smiling and waiting to see the reactions from their latest customer.
Daria blinks a few times, expression growing blank, staring off into the distance. For a few moments, it looks like something wants to come into being behind her, but nothing actually happens. After a few moments, she manages a noise. "Woooooah."
"Good, huh?" Trans smiles, giving his sister a squeeze around the waist. She grins and rolls her head back, continuing, "And if you think the recording is good, y'should meet the guy."
Daria blinks a few times, moving her eyes. "Nepi is knows Nepi likes tentacle-things." She pauses for a moment, squinting thoughtfully. "Is not sure how is knows, but is knows."
Cend nods, smiling. "Having everything flooded with living goo, and then having it squirm around..." She trails off into a purr, and Trans takes up the slack. "Like she said. It's damned satisfying. If you're interested, the show should still be memory-resident if you want to see it from my point of view..."
Daria giggles, squirming. "Is must be real cool. Might like seeing, yes."
Trans flicks a finger, just so. "If the program is still running, a menu should've just popped up. Focus on the word to select it. There's a listing for perspectives, if I remember right..."
Cend giggles. "He had way too much fun during the recording of that, he's just trying to show off."
Daria squints a little, tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in deep concentration. Aww. (She'll eat your soul.)
Trans raises an eyebrow. "If it's not workin', I can get a menu-first version of the chip..."
Daria shakes her head. "Is focusin' tryin'. Is... Ah! Works!"
Trans smiles. "As soon as you've picked out the viewpoint, it should start playing back from just that viewpoint."
Daria nods, eyes losing focus again. She staaaares into the distance blankly, mouth slightly open, head cocked.
[OOC] Who needs physical genderbending when you've got cross-gender sensory recordings? All the fun, none of the hassle!
[OOC] Coming soon to a neuroplex near you.
Trans...looks entirely too cute as he watches for reactions. Cend just giggles and rubs her brother's ears.
Daria slowly, slowly, grins and giggles, something trying to phase in behind her again. This time, it almost looks like a set of wings. "So neatcool! Nepi wishes Nepi could do!"
"Really?" Trans grins, trying so hard not to giggle on his own. "There's things that can be done about that, y'know. Not even permanent things."
Daria perks up. "Really? Is liking to know!"
Cend smiles and snaps her fingers. "Well," She catches the what-looks-like-a-strapon that appears in mid-air. "There's this. Something we found a while back. Gives all the same sensations as the real thing, but y'can take it off."
Daria blinks a few times, cocking her head. "Neat."
"Or," Trans shrugs, plucking a vial of glowing red liquid out of the ether. "You could just try a temporary swapover."
Daria blinks a few times. The idea of "temporary swapover" seems to break her little mind.
Trans elaborates, then. "Y'swig this, it'll change your body in a matter of an instant. There's a reverser too, which sets you back to normal the same way."
No, that's still a broken little girl. Though she blinks.
Trans shrugs. Tosses the vial over his shoulder, where it's caught by an unwitting passerby. He uncorks the vial, swigs it, and moves on to experience her life with tits.
"Th' toy, then?" Cend smiles, offering up the suprisingly lifelike phake-phallus.
Daria cocks her head, reaching to poke it gently. "Nepi is trying to imagine Nepi-boy. Is working not so good."
Cend chuckles a bit, still smiling. "Would you like me to demonstrate for you? Maybe it'd help clarify things."
Daria nods, almost hesitating. "Is thinking so, yes."
Trans opens his mouth, almost as if he was going to explain how the toy worked. He's quite effectively quieted by Cend, who manages to plug her brother's embarassment-hole with one of the toys laying around. "Sorry. Sometimes he just needs a pacifier, y'know?" Indeed, Trans is slurping quite lewdly at the toy provided. Cend continues, stripping off her clothes. "Anyway. Now y'really know what I look like, I guess."
Daria looks down at her clothes, suddenly feeling rather overdressed with her mass of clashing layers.
"Oh, don't worry about that if you don't want to." Cend shrugs, smiling. "I like showing off how particularly interesting toys work." She hefts th' slightly-more-than-a-strapon. It seems to be made of awfully lifelike latex, and has all the right details. It's even been crafted to be worn like a pair of briefs. Doesn't even look particularly interesting. Generic might describe it well, but might also be overstating things.
Daria nods, cocking her head thoughtfully, listening intently now.
"If I knew what the name of this was, I'd share it. But I don't, so I can't." Cend shrugs, thoughtfully regarding the toy in her hand. "It's just 'smart' enough to know when it's put on. All other times, it's just...well, this." She gives the rubber cock a shake, for effect.
Daria nods thoughtfully, edging a little closer. "Is sensor-things somewhere in? Where?"
"Maybe it's bodyheat-activated, maybe it's something to do with certain chemicals found on its wearer." Cend shrugs. "Hell if I know. It works, though, and that's what counts." She smiles and offers the device up for inspection. "And it doesn't always look like this, either. Changes its appearance to blend in with whoever's wearing it."
Daria makes an odd squeaking noise, that is most likely gleeful. "Is ends up matches!"
Cend nods. "Yea. It's just gradual enough so that you only notice it if you're watching the change. I think it samples DNA to get the proportions and such right too, but I'm really not sure." A shrug. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"
Daria nods, that odd shimmering behind her again. "Is very would like seeing. Always demonstrates is better than try cold." She nods matter-of-factly.
"In that case..." Cend shrugs, then slips into the toy. One leg, then the other, and then a sliiiide up into position. "As you might have guessed, it takes a bit of time for the device to take full effect. In the meantime, it self-adjusts to fit nice and snug." Indeed, the rubber has taken up the slack of its own accord, clinging quite nicely to Cend's curves. "The first sign it's working is-Mmf. Pardon." The cheetahgirl squirms in place, trying not to grin. "A rather profound tingling. That'd be the material merging with your flesh. It's quite pleasant, when you get used to it..."
Daria nods, hands planting between her knees again. The posture is an odd combination between eager child and gawky kitten.
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Coalesce.
[OOC] Oh dear. Uh. Um. You have such...er...wonderful timing.
[OOC] Coalesce griiiiins. Figured he might.
Coalesce slides through the crowd, generally looking around at the sights, patting a butt here or there.
Daria is presently sitting in a large pile of slightly-damp sex toys of various sizes and calibres, cute as a button. Or kitten. It's hard to say which. Watching Cend put on a sort of... Display.
Cend smiles at Daria, levering herself into a crouch, and sits on her feet. "Feel free to inspect the process yourself, hon. This isn't a museum." The fleshtone latex-looking material clinging to Cend's lower areas starts color-shifting, matching her fur pattern perfectly. "After it's linked into your body, it starts the process of matching. In my case, it'll generate fur after a moment or three."
Trans, who's still slurping away at a random dildo, waves to Coalesce. He pulls the toy out of his mouth and makes a 'shh!' gesture.
Daria blinks a few times. Damn' she's good at that. You can almost hear the sound effects. After blinking (cutely, of course) she reaches to poke gently at the prosthesis. "Fur there uncomfy would bein'?"
Coalesce catches the wave, and slinks through the crowd to sit near Trans, amusedly watching.
Cend shakes her head. "Not really. It sorta melts around the individual hairs during the integration process, so nothing gets pulled or matted. Unless you mean all the time, in which case..." A shrug. "I'm used to it." And there goes the second bit of the color-matching, as the not-exactly-a-strapon starts sprouting fur. The still only vaguely phallic protrusion on the front twitches a bit.
Daria crouches closer, watching up-close and personal. "Nepi is meaning here." She takes gentle hold of the phallus, not quite a cock yet. "Was joke."
Cend grins, shaking her head. "It'll only grow fur where it needs to, to look accurate. So no, nothin' on that." The cylinder of latex seems to be melting into the appropriate shape, while other minor changes happen around it to complete the effect. "I've used one of these before, but I still enjoy the-Nnf." The changes stop, at least down south, and Cend smiles. "The sensory link. Sort of a bit of cold, followed by pleasant warmth."
Daria nods, giving it a gentle squeeze. She watches Cend for reactions, eyes wide and innocent. A body could wonder how she does that.
"For comparison..." Trans strips off his shorts, tossing them at Coalesce with a grin, and levers himself alongside his sister. Or, judging by the shiver and smile on Cend's face, is that brother? There is virtually no difference between the twins' groins.
Coalesce slinks an arm (or two, or three) around Trans' waist surreptitiously.
Daria cocks her head, reaching to grip Trans, as well. Carefully, she watches both faces, trying to keep her gentle kneading even on both cheetahcocks. It is hard to call her look of deep concentration calculating, but that's what it might be.
Cend raises an eyebrow and giggles as Trans falls back against Coalesce, having done his obligatory dick-waving. "There's just-mmf. Keep doing that?" Cend composes herself and continues, "Just one last thing, but it's optional." And...*shrink!* goes the cleavage. "Tends to mess with people's heads when I do that, though..."
Daria giggles, continuing her attentions, carefully and warmly, each finger gripping just slightly differently. The shimmer at her back reappears again, this time definitely a set of wings, vaguely butterfly-like and obviously iridescent. They aren't quite there, though, just enough to make a person wonder.
"Sometimes I wonder how he deals with it.." Cend smiles, doing her? His, for the moment anyway. His damnedest not to twitch those shapely hips forward. "Then I realize he doesn't. Mm. Be careful." The latest addition to Cend's anatomy may as well be the real thing, considering how warm it is. Hell, it's even stiffening up like the real thing. "That thing's loaded."
Coalesce gives Trans (or whoever's in him) a good snuggling. He's watching the wings now...highly curious.
Daria giggles, and winks lewdly. "Nepi is hoping so." With a cheerful playfulness, she darts forward and kisses Cend's tip, wings solidifying long enough to bat, just once. She giggles again, much more loudly, with an obligatory squirm.
Trans snickers at his temporary-brother's comment. "I should know. Got an eye-load the first time you tried it..." He smirks and snuggles back against - and into? - Coalesce.
Daria giggles again, smirking at Trans. "Then Nepi is careful, aims at not-Nepi."
Cend really, honestly tries not to squirm in place. "As you might've guessed, the sensations it provides are...nng." This is a proof-of-concept demonstration, not a...wait, who's he kidding? This is porn! "Quite realistic. Please, do continue."
Daria squeals, wings batting. "Is very real-like." She darts her tongue out, running it up the side of the shaft ever-so-carefully, testing for true realism.
Coalesce slyly reaches over around Trans' body and tries the same thing, simultaneously, on his cock.
Cend whimpers out loud, but keeps his arms crossed behind his back. Must. Be. Professional. "For all intents and, mmf, purposes?" The only real giveaways are that the tip of his tail is going absolutely insane, the rather impressive erection, and that bead of fluid building on the tip of his shaft. "It might as well be.."
Trans smiles, lewdly squirming against Coalesce's fondling. He, it seems, has no qualms whatsoever about showing off his equipment.
Daria runs her tongue back up, very carefully, half-visible wings batting again. She wiggles her butt a little, giggling almost maniacally. Her fingers dance lightly down the other side, and she takes his very tip into her mouth for a moment before pulling away. "Is ver' good. Ver' real."
Coalesce keeps one eye on Cend's equipment, and duplicates Daria's movements around them precisely on Trans' cock. If anything, it might be setting up some deja-vu resonance.
Cend is enjoying this. He just refuses to give in to the temptation to follow his instincts, clinging so desperately to the demonstration crutch. "By now you may have noticed the change in texture," Another quiet whimper. "A-and in taste..." Must. Not. Jump. Bones. "As far as...nf. As far as my senses are concerned, everything down there is as real as can be." Must. Maintain. Dignity.
Daria with an impishly wicked little grin, she plants a gentle, warm kiss on the tip of Cend's cock, letting it linger for a moment while her wings shimmer more into view. They almost look like they might be solid. Another slow wing-bat, tongue darting out for a mockery of a french kiss.
Trans giggles. Oh, does he giggle as he presses himself against Coalesce, still grinning and hoping.
Cend bites his lip, doing his damnedest to maintain composure in the face of pleasure. Seeing as how he was born in Bottom, this is quite the challenge. "Th-this may be a stupid question. You're planning on testing the, uh, functionality, aren't you..?" He certainly doesn't seem too put off by the idea. 'Tis more of a hopeful whimper than anything else.
Daria strokes him gently, wings twitching as she lifts her head slowly. She looks thoughtful for a moment, as if very seriously considering. "Hm. Nepi thinks if testing, should full test be doin'."
A sizeable part of Coalesce's substance is hovering over Trans' groin, anticipating Daria's response, still in perfectly timed imitation of her actions.
"Very...very well, then." Cend swallows once and takes a deep, hopefully calming breath. His erection only seems to grow another millimeter or two, so it didn't work that well. Not that he's complaining. "Please, continue."
Daria tilts her head, just a little, sliding her lips down his shaft, shifting until she touches her nose to his groin, wings fluttering briefly. Her tongue works, carefully, and she cocks her head the other way. Without moving it forward or back in the slightest, of course. Back, until her lips barely brush his tip, then down. Rinse and repeat.
Coalesce forms a 'mouth' with his hand and...well, you get the picture. Meanwhile he whispers into Trans' ear. "Mmm. Never seen you both as guys before..."
Cend chews his lower lip, steadfastly staring into the middle-distance between himself and whatever's directly in front of him. It's almost impossible to miss his thought process, going by body language: Just a demonstration, just a demonstration. Just a little bit of a whimper. Mustn't scare off the new partner...
Daria sighs warmly, mouth full, tongue working ever-so-carefully. She draws back, pulling away, then runs her tongue down the top of his shaft ever-so-carefully.
"First time for everything." Trans leans his head back and smiles at Coalesce, then turns to watch Cend's battle of willpower. Seems like he's losing ground, inch by inch, under the sexual onslaught. You'd eventually crack under the pressure too, admit it. "And everyone..."
Coalesce chuckles softly, playing with Trans still. "It's not like Cend hasn't had more practice than most, having your body to play in too..."
Daria raises an eyebrow at Trans, drawing back to flick her tongue suggestively at Cend's tip. Her mouth works at his tip for a moment, before suddenly ramming her face into his crotch, tongue drawing down playfully as she does so. It is a miracle she didn't hurt her nose, but this is the Mess. Miracles happen every day.
Cend...cracks. One hand plants itself firmly on the back of Daria's head, just enough to know it's there, and the other flicks out to keep him from falling over backwards. And then there's the purring and the self-satisfied grin. So much for it being just a demonstration, huh?
Daria giggles, satisfied, wings shimmering into plain view. Sure they're still transparent here and there, but they look solid enough. Her tongue flicks carefully as she draws back again, slowly, very slowly, being sure to tickle every bit she can. One hand rises to stroke the cheetah's thigh, teasing lightly. She looks far too self-satisfied for her own good, managing to smirk even through a mouthful of cock.
Marginally, Cend's hips twitch forwards. Instinct is overriding priorities here, as if you hadn't already noticed. The thumb resting on the back of Daria's head rubs around, gently and carefully. There's really not much else the cheetah can do in this position, save for enjoy himself and eventually pop.
Daria suddenly pulls away, and feigns disinterest by turning her head away and looking up at the sky. "Is with technology doin' amazin' things, hm?" If it weren't for the wicked smirk, one might actually be convinced she wasn't just tormenting the poor cheetah.
Coalesce cranes his neck around, though it's not required, to see how Trans is doing with his own ministrations. The, well, the other male cheetah's doing just about the same, ready to pop. Of course, he's much more used to the results.
Cend squirms in place, then positively mewls at Daria. No words, just something like an upgraded whimper with the volume boosted by a couple factors. His expression hardly needs a caption, he looks so distraught with the perceived abandonment. "I-I don't want to beg..."
Daria looks up at Cend with an innocent little grin, big purple eyes wide and friendly. She lets him stew for another moment like that, before wrapping her lips firmly around his shaft again, sucking roughly as she works her way back down.
Trans just raises an eyebrow and looks at Coalesce, smiling. He, at least, knows patience is a virtue when it comes to blowjobs.
Apparently Cend's purr has a volume knob, and that knob can indeed hit eleven. There goes the hand on the back of Daria's head, the tail-lashing, and the blissed-out tongue-lolling expression again. This time though, there's the pinprick sensation of claws just barely touching scalp, half-kneading in pleasure.
Coalesce redoubles his efforts on Trans', just to see if he can time the final orgasm to Cend's.
Daria giggles merrily, almost disturbingly so. The suction does not lighten in the slightest, though her head starts bobbing with all the speed and control of a woodpecker. Her nose barely touches groin, and her lips barely pull back to the edge of his head. She is very, very clearly practiced in this fine, fine art.
Several moments of renewed effort later, with all the grace of an exploding fire hydrant, Cend pushes against the back of Daria's head and...well, goes off. It's a payload worthy of even the biggest pornstar, and all-natural to boot. Isn't that great? ( If one looks closely, you might see his eyes have crossed. )
Daria pulls away, slowly, while the cameras close in, mouth just open enough to give the viewing audience a glimpse of the end result. gently, she shifts, rubbing her cheek against Cend's thigh with a sound that almost mimics a purr.
( Instants later, having undergone the same treatment as his brother through slightly different means, Trans spurts a healthy share of his own genetic material into the plasm surrounding his shaft. And he smiles, stretching out like any self-satisfied feline would. )
Coalesce slides his 'hand' back around and cuddles Trans from behind again, stroking his fur. Though the cameras were more on Daria and Cend, he's amused to be background this time.
Daria cheerily squeaks, "Meow?"
Cend, quite drowsily, points a finger skyward. "Check please." Then he slumps sideways, purring and kneading at the air.
Daria giggles, before draping herself over Cend's stomach. "Mmm. Is thinking, Nepi thinks will try sometime. Maybe soon."
Cend smiles, cleavage returning as the more-than-a-strapon slowly goes dormant again. "It's a blast..." Then she hauls Daria level with her face, and plants a sloppy kiss right on her lips. With tongue, even!
Daria squeaks, surprised for a moment. She returns the kiss after a moment, though, wings batting gleefully.
Trans smiles, watching the two with a lazy, satisfied expression. "I really hope she was recording that..."
Coalesce grins, giving Trans a brush down his chest. "Of course she was. She's a porn star. You weren't recording it?"
"Point well taken." Trans chuckles, sucessfully resisting the urge to just dive right into Coalesce. It's evident that he'd like to, though.
Don says, "Great job. This is the closest we've ever gotten her to doing a lesbian scene. You should be proud."
Daria winces a little, closing one eye and burying her face against Cend's shoulder. "And he'll never let me forget it, either."
Coalesce giggles, which relaxes his structural integrity. Trans slides sideways down into the almost-jello.
Cend glances up and shrugs, sliding the toy she was using off. "Y'gotta know ways around that sort of thing." She cleans off the excess fluids with her tongue and raises an eyebrow. "Huh. I taste like my brother when I'm like that." Then she shrugs again and offers up the device to Don, wherever he may be. "If you think you'll need it in the future, you can keep this."
The invisible director cackles gleefully. He was never seen, nor was he ever there. But the device is gone.
( There's a half-splutter as Trans sinks into the plasm-dragon. Anyone looking would see him take a deep breath of the material and a complete lack of thrashing around in a panic. )
Daria rolls her eyes, sighing. "I'll never live this down. Never."
"Oh, c'mon dear." Cend grins. "I was technically a guy the whole time you were sucking away."
Daria smirks, nosing warmly against Cend's ear. "Tell that to Don. He'll never listen."
The plasm stirs, briefly, as it 'eats' the male cheetah. Coal's voice floats up from it. "And how do you know she wasn't a guy anyway? They're notorius for swapping bodies, you know."
Cend shrugs. "There's a toy similar to the one we were using, but it's got the reverse effect and looks just like a pair a regular briefs..." And Cend snickers, rather uncharacteristically, at Coalesce. "I assure you, she was in this body the whole time." Then the cheetahgirl rolls her eyes. "He's right. That was the first time tonight we've traded off."
"Oh, it's all a chemical thing. And something I'm not willing to let them program out. Estrogen is icky, testosterone is sexy." Daria sticks out her little pink tongue. "I'll cuddle it all, but that's not the same as doing something with it. Anyway, I wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she came with instructions."
Cend grins. "Who says you have to do anything? Just sneak into his trailer and swap out one of his pairs of underwear. Wouldn't it be funny to watch the reactions?"
Daria snickers. "You know he's still watching, right?"
Trancend blink. Cend states, for the both of them, "Damnit."
Daria smirks. "He's always watching me. I'd have to get someone to sneak into his trailer when he's forgotten all about it, and switch them. Too bad all I can offer to pay with is a bit part and one of my many hot, hot bodies."
<blockquote>[OOC] What's a modesty?<blockquote>
"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out." Cend smiles. She taps a button inlaid in her neural link, and plucks out a mint-green datachip from a slot at the base of her end of the cable. "A good place in the credits would be nice, especially if there was a neurostim release..."
Daria mmmms and nods, taking the datachip and placing it ever-so-unsubtly in her cleavage. "Right, then."
Cend grins. "I'm positive there's a market for that. After all, doesn't everyone want a blowjob from you, even if they don't always have the right equipment?"
Daria looks thoughtful for a moment, and nods. "Wonder why we never thought of it before... Hm. We'll see how it goes out in public. If it goes well, you can be assured I'll be looking for you again."
Cend grins and licks Daria's cheek. "You're such a dear. If you don't find us, I know we'll find you."
Daria grins warmly, cuddling tightly. "Don't bother asking permission from Ngalida, though. You'll know her when you see her, she's the bitch in a labcoat. Just throw her into the nearest wall and have a blast. She's not exactly the type that gives permission."
Trans, from where he's floating, gives a thumbs-up. Cend snickers. "Y'hear that, Coalesce? Free plaything."
Coalesce laughs, sending some nice ripples across the brother cheetah's body. "Sounds fun. I haven't met Ngalida yet, but Daria's told me about her. I'm still editing the show, but I did a guest-star with Daria once already, Cend."
Daria nods. "Didn't do a bad job, either. Damn, we have to finish editing this one... Oh, man, it's great. Lacey, the psychotic conspiracy theorist, and Tiskel, the Secretary of the Library."
Cend eyes Coalesce. "You've really taken to the life of a pornstar, haven't you? And to think, we gave you your big break and not a word of thanks..." Trans is either laughing or having a spasm of some kind. Probably the first.
Daria smirks. "Well, if you'd like to work with me, I've always got openings for more players."
Coalesce gropes Trans from all over in reply. "I'm a dragon of few words sometimes. There's other ways of appreciation." And one goosing for Cend, too. "I keep coming back, don't I?"
"At least three, by my count." Cend, or at least Trans through Cend's body, comments. Trans squirms appreciatively, smiling. "And yea, y'do. Ever thought of making a sequel to Threaded?"
Daria laughs quietly, wings starting to fade, finally. "God damn, I'll never get used to those bastards."
"The wings? But they're pretty." Cend smiles, "And make it easier than just guessing what's going on in your head."
Daria laughs softly. "Ngalida has a set, too. Same species. You wouldn't think it to look at her, though."
Coalesce giggles, sending Trans and Cend both a brief upload through their cable of horribly kinky imagery. [Thought? Oh yes.] For his own mischief, the images are also displayed on a surface of him close to Daria.
Daria giggles, wings growing bright and solid again. She flutters briefly.
Both of the twins shiver pleasantly, and Trans...well, by all appearances, seems he's go for another round. "Did you have to simulate the sensations, too?" Cend rolls her shoulders and give Daria a squeeze. "Never give him direct access to your brain. He's evil. Kinky, but evil."
Daria chuckles. "If you haven't noticed, I'm evil. Do I need to get back into character?"
Coalesce snickers, low. "I promise not to get into your brain, Daria. Until I know you better."
Cend quirks an eyebrow. "Well, if you really want to..."
Daria smirks. "Well, you can eat your way into my head whenever. There's not much about me to know."
"Mind if I ask a question..?" Cend raises an eyebrow and looks hopefully at Daria.
Daria chuckles, lifting her head. "Yeah?"
"Were you born that talented?" Cend smirks. "Or did you spend years developing that technique?"