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[ the room smells like sweat and sex and roses and honey. the air is thick, hot - almost overflowing with pollen from the two, already saturated to its breaking point. for a moment, stelle doesn't even respond to march's presence, tied to hazel from their last coupling...

and then something finally clicks in her mind. march is here. she can touch march. she can show march her friendship. she can share her with hazel - she can share hazel with her. ]

You made it. [ breathy, low. she pulls out of hazel - tugs her deflating knot out with an audibly wet pop - pushes herself off the smaller girl and stands upright. ] I'm glad. I'm really glad you're here, March.

[ March sways a little as she steps into the room and the haze of scent smacks her full in the face. The case of water bottles she's carrying sways a moment and she awkwardly moves to set it aside, her face starting to grow pinker by the moment. ]

H-Hey!

[ Her eyes dart downwards to watch as Stelle pulls herself free of Hazel. Oh. Oh...

March swallows. ]

Yeah, of course. I--I wanna help!

You're so sweet. [ a half-dazed smile. she walks over, already starting to twitch and harden again. ] Let me just...

[ she reaches for march - hesitates - grabs a bottle of water and downs half of it. and then she turns to march, reaching forward and tugging her closer by her wrist. ]

Come on. [ zero hesitation. she's already grinding against march's hip as clumsy words escape her. ] I... I want you. I want to give you kids. Can I kiss you?

[ March lets out a faint sound as Stelle grabs her wrist and starts to grind against her, smearing mingled fluids across her skirt. She's gonna have to wash that! But hey, the attention is nice. March's cheeks flush. ]

K-Kids?

[ She swallows. The idea seems so... compelling. ]

Yeah. Yeah, of course...

[ Is that a response to the kids? Or the kiss question? She leans in to kiss Stelle, pre-empting the other's movement. ]

[ she can wash it later. right now, stelle just wants her to focus on her. after all, every part of her is solely focused on march in the moment - her scent, her sound, her soft, soft skin under the fabric she's wearing. she's already trailing arousal across march's thigh by the time their lips meet, and she doesn't waste a single moment from there: she slips her tongue into march's mouth, runs it against the girl's teeth, reaches down to hike up march's leg around her hip. ]

You're gonna look so good, [ she murmurs, half-drunk on pollen and lust. ] You and Hazel both. All filled up, with little kids in your bellies...

[ March makes a sound in the back of her throat, wraps an arm around Stelle to hug closer as they kiss. Stelle is always so... sure of herself. So in control. So steady. How could March not like that? How could March say no? ]

B-But I can't have kids...

[ She says in a soft voice. ]

Not in that way.

You can't...?

[ she sounds... confused. like she skipped something. after a moment, she groans, burying her face in march's neck. ]

I forgot the potion. [ she says it like that explains everything. ] Can you... Is it okay if I leave you? For just a second? You won't leave, right?

[ Blink blink blink. March swallows. Nods. ]

Yeah. I won't leave. Promise.

Okay...

[ but she takes another ten seconds to get herself to leave, and she can barely tear her eyes away from march long enough to root through the bag on hazel's bedside. after fishing out a grass-green potion - and tossing a bottle of water to hazel's side - she finally trots back over, eagerness clear from the sound of her hooves. ]

I got you this. [ a breath. ] You said I looked cute, right? And I- I think you'd look even cuter. And- and like this, maybe we can have kids. If I try hard enough.

[ she doesn't move to force march into anything. march needs to say yes. she knows that much. please, please, please please please say yes. ]

[ March's eyes flick to the green potion, follows it's progress as Stelle moves back to her side. She swallows, teeth digging into her lower lip for a moment as she considers the question, looks up at Stelle through her lashes. ]

O-Okay. Yeah.

[ Swallows again. ]

I--I wanna try.

Yes, yes, yes-

[ she reaches forward, fumbles at march's shoulder - pushes her down and onto her knees. she only realizes when march is down the whole way that this is very much not conducive to their end goals.

fuck it. she can improvise. she uncorks the vial with one hand, gestures to her cock in front of march- ]

Go on. Clean me up.

[ -and pours it in a thin stream down herself, running in a gentle river along her veins and around the tip. ]

[ March's eyes go big and wide as she's nudged down onto her knees. This close, she can really smell the scent of Stelle now, mingled with Hazel. The scent of the fucking they've already done... March shivers, and her cock strains at her underwear. ]

O-Okay...

[ She leans forward, lips parting so that her tongue can run against the liens of Stelle's cock, lapping up the mingled arousal from the two canterwits along with the green potion, swallowing as she goes. ]

[ each submissive lick, each little swallow- they make stelle shudder and shiver. ]

You're so cute, March. So... so sexy. And- and you're gonna be even cuter, soon. With my cock inside you, and our antlers together, and-

[ more of that thick arousal drips from her tip, mingles with hazel's juices and the potion into something beautiful. and with each motion of march's tongue against her, stelle tries not to moan aloud, whispering lovely little things for her and hazel's ears only. ]

[ March isn't replying. She can't, because her mouth is full of Stelle's dick. She nudges herself forward, eyes half-closing as she focuses on cleaning up her friend, throat working each time she swallows down more of the potion. She's trembling, hands rising to rest against Stelle's hips so she can be held in place. ]

[ her hand tangles in march's hair, drags her closer. the megalodon groans, roars inside her; each drop in march's lips tastes sweeter, more savory, more rich and potent. by the time the potion draws to a finish, decanted in full across stelle's cock and into march's eager lips, it's practically nectar. ]

Good girl. Good girl. You're... you're the most wonderful friend I could ask for.

[ her words are stunningly gentle - especially given the way she ruts against march's cheek, grinding her cock against every bit of soft skin she can find. ]

[ March's head spins. Her nose and mouth are full of the smell and taste of Stelle and it's all she can think about, all that seems to matter besides the nectar-sweet taste of the potion. She pulls her head back after a moment, lips parting a little as she looks up at Stelle. ]

I love you so much, Stelle...

[ She mumbles the words. Her body is heading up now, fire running across her skin. She can feel itching on her, at the small of her back. New parts of her starting to press themselves into being. ]

[ march is... perfect. cute and small and beautiful, in this moment, panting and mumbling against her. stelle strokes at her hair, looks down to her and whispers- ]

I love you too. You're... you're one of my best friends, March.

[ the vial drops to the ground, forgotten. stelle sinks down, down to her knees-

and rather than anything immediate or brutal, she just kisses her, deep and slow. ]

[ March leans into the kiss. She's flushed and shivering--and as the embrace continues, her pink hair begins to gently sprout pale pink and blue blossoms. ]

[ she's... changing. flowering. in bloom, in heat, in beautiful motion. stelle's tongue explores march's mouth, hungry and possessive and utterly, completely adoring. she pulls back, an almost drunk glaze to her eyes as she reaches up to run her fingers through march's hair. ]

You smell... sweet.

[ dazed. stunned. entranced. she leans in, licks messily at march's neck. ]

[ March can feel the warmth--the heat--coiling into her belly in a way that's never been there before. Her head itches, tingling as she feels flowers bloom. Aches as fresh antlers begin to sproud and split atop her head. She leans in against Stelle, panting feverishly. ]

Y-You too. You smell so good...

[ the flowers are blooming and wooden antlers are coming in and it's beautiful. march is beautiful, always, but especially right now. she leans in, breathing in as much of that scent as she can - honey and pollen and pheromones and a soft, warm musk, something delicate surrounding the both of them.

stelle's cock twitches, throbs, smears against the belly of march's clothing. and stelle reaches down- hesitates- ]

...I want to taste you. [ simple. full of want. full of need. ] Can I?

[ The antlers are strange and a little heavy and yet March finds that they feel... right. Normal. Good. She can feel tension in her belly, building and twisting into something that feels familiar and different all at once. She leans forward to gently hold onto Stelle and nods. ]

Y-Yeah... Please...!

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