Watching her walk, Rebecca had had a hard time noticing that she had even been wounded. As to the question, Rebecca already had plenty, having felt the cans scramble in her handbag on their way to Yara's apartment, but graciously accepted anyway. For a cat, an offering of food was a positive sign, although she didn't know how that extended to Yara's kind. Walking over to the sink, the still partially transformed veterinarian depressed the half-opened lid, watching the oil flow out and coating her fingers with a yellowish sheen that she washed away with a short blast of water. After a quick detour to where Yara kept her utensils, Rebecca asked, "How are you doing? That woman, she was a friend?"
James gave Yara his name too and then sent a message to the helicopter pilot to return to the base, they'd be taking longer. He followed Yara towards her basement hideout, looking around her place. He shrugged, 'Thank you, Yara, something to drink would be good enough for me, but I won't say no to some tuna.' He sighed, 'I heard those guys were slavers preying on your kind. Did they try to get you too?'
Letting go of Tina for the moment, Erika steps back so that she can pull down her panties. Her slit all but shimmers from her arousal as she watches the hot display before her and she once more licks her lips as she crawls onto the bed, placing her knees on each side of Francis' head as she lowers herself down onto his face, facing Tina so that she can stroke the back of her head as she works. "There you go," she says, addressing both of them, "eat up."
"Alright. Using my magic might alert her, so we'll go with that plan." Melissa nods, "Yeah, I can drive. But why? Aren't we leaving together?" She asked as she takes the keys.
Wrapped around each other, Alicia wondered how just kissing could feel this good. Her mouth slide open further allowing the younger woman to push her luck just a bit further. While Alicia’s own reactions were incredibly awkward and inexperienced, the taste of her purity more than made up for it. Alicia’s body started to relax a little more, loosening and making just a ever so slight bit of grinding with her hips from the building horniness. As their hands wandered over each other, Imali had unconsciously found her way to feeling up one of Alicia’s oversized tits again, and the soft palm of the nun’s hand came over the dark girl’s..and just lingered. After about a solid ten seconds of being felt up, the pressure came of Alicia actually guiding the dark skinned girl’s hand away. Alicia could feel her body practically shudder and when she finally broke her face away from the make out session, keeping her body pressed and tight, she could feel something dangerous down below that alarmed her. Under her dress, and beneath her panties, the feeling of them starting to soak with wetness.”T-that’s probably enough. If we keep going, you’ll make me...”
She shakes her head. "No, I just heard that those...men were in the area, looking for one of us." She grunts. She gives both of them cans. "No, I was looking for them. A friend of mine told me what those animals were doing, and I had to stop them." She ravenously eats from a can, before licking her hands.
Francis doesn't need to be told twice, his tongue eagerly pushing past her lower lips. He's inexperienced, but his enthusiasm quickly makes up for it, making the cage fighter feel very good indeed, the fact that these two are siblings, and that she effectively won them in battle only adding to the pleasure.
James sat down in an empty spot somewhere and ate from the can more reservedly, not used to eating from the tin. He said, 'We're supposed to bring you back to mansion. I know you want to go after them, but... maybe the Director would make it our mission to stop these slavers? It's not exactly demon hunting but it's still a worthy cause.' @Mazoku James looked to Rebecca and down at her hands, trying to lighten the mood a bit, 'Can you open tuna cans with those claws too?'
"Nah. Wait five minutes and follow me inside. If a woman picks me up, pay your bill and follow quietly in the car. Depending on how this goes, we might need a fast getaway." The horndog is gone, replaced by a diligent professional. He heads into the bar, and soon the five minutes are up. Heading inside, she sees pleasantly modern decor, with a long bar, booths, and a pool table in the back. At the moment, Sully is alone, drinking a beer as he sits atop a bar stool. He makes no indication that he's noticed her, but as Melissa enters the bar, several men look at her, and Sully joins them, seeming exactly like the other patrons who regard her with interest, drinking to get their courage up to approach her. There are a few women inside, but as Melissa determines, feeling an unwanted spike of pride, she's the most attractive one by quite a while, meaning that the succubus is deep in disguise, or isn't here yet.
“I feel a little bad, too... but you're worth it.” Seres smiled at her date and took a discreet look around, both to check out the other customers there and to see if anyone was paying too much attention to them.
Nadya grinned a little "well I'm all for making vampys explode and stuff. Do I get to try them out first on the firing range?"
Imalia gives her a sincere look. "I don't want to push you, but are you sure that that's not what you want? You're such a beautiful, kind woman, and you risk your life to save others for a living. Is it wrong to feel pleasure with another consenting adult?"
Following the cat woman's example, Rebecca brings a forkful of tuna to her mouth and starts eating. Putting two and two together, she knew what the picture was and could guess at why Yara hadn't come home to the director, and why the woman had been worried. Both admiration and anger rose in her chest. Hunting the slavers down was the right decision. Her train of thought lead disturbingly easily down toward darker avenues, but James' comment dispelled them. "I still have functional fingers you know. But I guess I could if I wanted to make a mess of things." She chuckled. His wonder at her abilities was quite something else. Though somethings humans were better at. "So you don't have to ask the next time. I can also pull a cork out of a wine bottle." Sounding serious, but she hadn't actually done that. "Not that you'll ever get to see it, boy. At least not for another two years."
“We can’t.” Alicia didn’t sound as certain as she meant to be, the sounds of her breath ragged and heated, as if even just touching her now would send her over the edge, but she fought to hold on, closing her legs as she felt the trail of wetness that screamed at her body to just let it all explode out. “I...really liked this. But we can’t be going further than this next time.” She broke away, so she could move to open the door to her room to allow Imali to leave, her younger lover still seeing how desperately tensed the milf’s body was and how hard it was for Alicia to be holding on as much as she insisted. “But let’s do something together soon. It doesn’t have to be...this.”
Melissa was quite surprised at how easily Sully could switch modes. And as he left, she waited for five minutes, Now that I think about it... my clothes. Though as time went by, she noticed her appearance. Her outfit was one she usually wore at home, and with the wet streaks going down her nylon-clad legs, anyone not drunk enough would think she's peed herself, or they'd assume she's that wet... and they'd be right. What do I do? Should I remove it? But my skirt is a little on the short side... uuuuhhh... I-I'll just lay low. Y-yeah, that should work... right? She debated within herself, but before she could come up with an answer, it was already time for her to enter the bar. And as she did, Melissa was hit by various emotions. They're looking at me. A-am I that out of place? No it must be my clothes. B-but they all seem... interested? They all... want me? A small grin formed on her lips, as she heads to the bar to order a beer, before heading into an empty booth.
Erika groans, the brother's tongue hitting the spot as she grinds against his face and tongue. "Good boy," she coos as she reaches down and places her hands on the back of Tina's head, looking to see how much deeper down she can push the other girl's head onto the cock, "and good girl. God, you are both so fuckin' HOT like this!"
'Sorry, I just get curious sometimes,' James smiled at her, all the possibilities of her transformations swirling in his mind, before he rolled his eyes, 'Silly US laws, I was drinking on holiday in Europe two years ago, y'know?' He leaned back in his seat, 'Well, good work out there, both of you. Could've gone a lot worse with those guys shooting around like mad.' Despite the start to their interactions, in only two days the young man found himself growing fonder of the shapeshifting veterinarian, his light irises were trained on her for a long moment from the corner of his eyes, a slight smile on his lips, before he caught himself staring and looked away, digging into his tuna for distraction.
James could wear his emotions on his sleeve at times. A little innocent and honest in that way, drawing a comparison to a household pet who might brush up against your leg when you came home to say hello. But, well, he was a bit more than that, wasn't he. Rebecca smiled to herself, raising an eyebrow as soon as he turned his gaze away. He could have kept them there a while longer, and giving him a reason too she subtly tightened her clothes around her chest and ass and expanding the collar of the shirt to make it plunge deeper. "Curiosity is fine. Evolution has honed that sense for countless millions of years. Even if it's said to kill a certain species," casting an amused, but equally an interested glance at Yara, "it doesn't. You should trust it more, and it's not like your prying into my deepest and private secrets." And she hadn't either. His family situation, whatever it had been was tough. One day maybe. "Sooo...," she trailed off, making sure she had his attention, "let's hope that one our next missions takes us to Europe and we have some downtime after we're finished. I'll be eager to see you try and drink someone with pin-tailed treeshrew's liver under the table. Oh, yes, I can do alcoholic squirrels too." "Yara (@Tjf), for dealing with the slavers, do you have any kind of plan? Or do you walk the streets, hoping that you show up at the right place at the right time, a bit like a hero, or knight clad in shining armor? Despite being sent here to take you home, both James and I are willing to help. He was just picking up his poor kitty. Probably cried a little as well as he nuzzled his face into the cat's fur for the first time in a long while. He has a good heart. But we do need to know more."
James kept eating his tuna and nodding, as Rebecca spoke of evolution, only looking at her half-way during her explanation. The young man might've been rich and his family somewhat powerful before he came to the Bureau, but he was a bit out of his depth with the older women. Maybe he was looking for a guide or mentor after the Farm, the instructors there purposefully distant and harsh to prepare them for their new life. He felt a magnetism about Rebecca: older, more mature, more experienced than him. Yet, she was also easy to get along with, always a smile and an encouraging word on her lips. Or she was right from the start, she might be the big sister looking out for him. As an only-child, James didn't know what that was like, but it felt good to know someone reliable was around him. As she mentioned Europe, his eyes darted back to her, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, 'I'd do my best to impress, but even with your normal liver, you'd probably beat me. Body weight can't compensate for all experience with alcohol. Though, I would definitely hope neither of us would end up passed-out under a table during the outing.' Of course, there was also the fact that Rebecca was very alluring, not least due to how she preferred to use her shapeshifter's hide. When James looked back to Rebecca, he noticed something was different. When he thought Rebecca was looking to Yara, he caught glances at her dress. He couldn't shake the feeling that her breasts looked fuller and her dress smaller than before. He didn't intend to stare, this time at Rebecca's curves instead of her face, but the neckline inevitably drew the eye there. His cheeks went slightly rosy, and if Rebecca could smell such things, he started to release certain pheromones. As he noticed himself that he was getting slightly aroused, he looked around the room again and towards Yara, though the catgirl was very alluring herself, not the best place to look to calm down. @Tjf 'What Rebecca said, we'll help, though I would like to check-in with the boss, maybe get some more resources for it,' James nodded to Yara, as much distraction from Rebecca's curves as making conversation with their host. He blushed at little at Rebecca's comment, self-consciously scratching his brow, 'N-No, I-I didn't cry, though I am really glad to have her again. Can't wait to introduce you.' The blonde boy smiled genuinely, thinking Rebecca would probably like Jade.
"Likewise." She grins, as Seres looks around. While there are people looking at them, none seem interested in them as anything other than two stunning women in tight dresses.
