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[phothawgraphy]

[ 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. ]

[starcinoma]

[ 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. ]

[phothawgraphy]

[ 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. ]

[starcinoma]

[ 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. ]

[phothawgraphy]

[ 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. ]

[starcinoma]

[ 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. ]

[phothawgraphy]

[ 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...

[starcinoma]

[ 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?

[phothawgraphy]

[ 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...!