[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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You smell... sweet.
[ dazed. stunned. entranced. she leans in, licks messily at march's neck. ]
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Y-You too. You smell so good...
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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?
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Y-Yeah... Please...!