Avylin: *makes a batty mating call*
* Echoen swoops down, perky and scented sweetly!
* Avylin clapclaps. "It worked! Hiya, toots."
* Echoen wiggles hir ears about, smiling brightly, showing pearly whites. "Certainly did! I haven't heard that sound in a long time. Oohh, sends shivers up my spine. And other places."
* Avylin grins, and companionably curls her wings around your shoulders. "So how're you?"
* Echoen curls hir wings tightly against hir back, shuffling them a few times to get them in a comfortable position. Wingpaws flexing, fingles curling into fists. "Before, or after the call?" Shi coos, hir hands forwardly placing themselves upon your chest, palming across the strawberry-pink nipples.
* Avylin giggles, arching slightly, pressing her chest up a bit, not exactly playing into your touch but doing remarkably little to interfere with it. "Either or."
* Echoen 's fingertips brush alongside the outer curves of your chest, palms cupping the abundant swells. It could just be how shi imagines things, but your flesh and fur are like silky heaven to hir, savory soft. "Good before, excellent now." Shi coos, waving hir foxy tail. "What can I do for you?"
* Avylin 's fur is soft, like plush velvet against the underlying curves of her body. She twirls her fingers absently around the bases of your wings, playing their tips through your fur. "Nothing, just felt like saying hello. Though I did want to talk to you. Sixy was telling me that she rather liked reading a log of what we got up to last week."
* Echoen 's shoulderblades are where hir wings begin, thick with muscle and bone structure, proper for lifting a heavy batty up in flight, plus cargo. "I had to thank hir for encouraging you to pop onto YIM. I distantly recall you saying, long ago, that it was OK for me to share with Sixy our adventures. Did I cross a line?" Hir paws sweep off your bosom, to embrace yur waist and pull you close.
* Avylin leans in, body flush against yours. She pecks your lips with a smooch as she stands on one foot, the other leg bending at the knee in a girlish fashion. "Nope. I don't mind you sharing anything with Sixy, although i have warned her that you and I might do something she might not necessarily enjoy herself. But I would rather you not share anything involving me with anybody else, or post it anywhere- not that I suspect you have been, but I know you like to share tales of your exploits. I prefer to keep these things private, though, and not read by anybody I don't know about. I'm just most comfortable keeping things private like that."
* Echoen squeezs your waist and keeps you flush against hir, a smaller white bat to a bigger, curvier brown bat. Hir paw slides under your lifted leg, caressing behind your thigh, below your perky bottom. "I'll keep you all to myself, then. You be the judge of when I can use our exploits to corrupt and inspire others." Shi leans in with a low churrrowl, stealing a full kiss from your muzzle, lengthy tongues playing sweetly across each other, into each other's throats.
* Avylin mmmfs into that kiss, mumbling something made much too unintelligible by the pressed lips and complicated batty tongueplay. She closes her eyes and savors the smooch for a little while before unreeling herself for it, smiling, nose bumping to yours. "Thanks. I'm not trying to be all controlling and censorious or anything, just, y'know. I prefer a more private approach to things these days. Keeping my intimates intimate, that sort of thing."
* Echoen coos to you, savoring the play of thin battyfox whiskers against each other, of fluffy cheeks and gentle pecks of soft lips. "I'm not judging." Shi murmurs, kneading hir fingers into your back, to soothe and relax. "But you'll have to make it up to me by satisfying your every desire and whim with me." Shi winks alluringly.
* Avylin laughs at that, before following up with another quick peck to your cheek. "Oh, I wouldn't put THAT expectation on you. Not that I think it's MORE THAN YOU CAN HANDLE or anything." She grins, and her encircling wings squeeze for a moment. "Thanks, though."
* Echoen giggles. "Perhaps I'm saying it for my own selfish reasons? Batty's been plenty dominate, or at least with the highest initiative, lately. Not saying now's the best time, but.... soon." Shi coos. "I dream of the nights when I can take the responding role.
* Avylin mmm-hmms, and brings one hand, fingers skirting your shoulder and slipping down tow here she can run them through your tummyfur. "Perhaps so. If you were springing multi-headed batty goodness on me because you thought it was more your thing than mine, though, it could have fooled me!"
* Echoen 's belly tenses, briefly, churring from your touch. "Mmmh, I was craving it, certainly, but I knew you loved it as well. I felt you ended the scene better than I, with the constant birthing of kits from your very sexy taurbodies."
* Avylin chuckles, and sits up a bit. "Well! May I compliment you on your own impeccable form," she muses with a grin, before smooching your lips once again. "But there are things I'm quite fond of that I'm not sure you are, so I don't want to be the one 'in charge' or have you expecting to want to field all my kinky fantasies if one of them isn't quite your thing. We have enough common ground that I don't need to push stuff onto you."
* Echoen settles in with you. "My biggest kink? Passion. The pleasure of the experience. If I know you're really into it... well, that makes it all the easier (and more fun) to get into. We're not talking about pushing... I'd be plenty creative and innovative and enthusiastic, but I'd be taking a back seat for once."
* Avylin leans in, shoulder to shoulder, chest mooshing nicely to yours with the pressure. She rests her cheek against your shoulder, such that her muzzle can rub along your throat when she turns her head. "Hmm, hmm. If you say so, dahling."
* Echoen mmphs, as you feel the black bulges of hir nipples stiffen somewhat into your white fur. Shi sits up straightly, as you quash against hir. A lush croon from hir throat, and hir paws are upon you again, muzzle and tongue brushing between your ears. "Looking forward to it. When the time comes." Shi murmurs, gently nibbling one of your ears, while a hand squeezes over your plush white ass. The edge of two fingers brushing over your tailstar - muffled gurgles rumbling from your insides, as shi slips each finger into a tailhole, two now.
* Avylin squirms about against you, arching her back as you move to tease that sensitive pink pucker between her rumpcheeks- and then gasping as she feels your fingers pressing in. Two fingers, or two tailstars? Either way, it's the latter now, a pair of squeezing puckers between the bat's cheeks, tugging at your fingers gently as her insides clench around your digits. She lick her lips and grins against your throat. "Would you think less of me if i was a shemale and not a herm?"
* Echoen gave you two tailholes, pretty pink tunnels of flesh that now have a finger wriggling inside of them, teasing to your - gasp - twin prostates. "Shemales seem to have even better rear ends than herms or females. I wonder why~" Shi murmurs, a slight twinge of a minor transformation inside of you, your inner anal musk glans production now tasting, and likely comprised of, a sugary substance. A treat to anyone lucky enough to eat your ass out. Between us, hir chocolate cock throbs stiffly, pressing to your belly - bulging upward briefly, splitting in two shafts even larger than the original, eager for your flesh.
* Avylin keeps her back arched, the posture such that her chest presses into yours and her rump remains raised; she pushes up onto her toes to help maintain the posture, keeping her cheeks spread slightly and herself exposed to your fingers. She can't exactly taste herself back there, but she can feel that curious little tingle as something changes, and she quirks a brow as she lifts her head to grin and nuzzle along your jawline. "I suppose that's one way to look at it," she muses, glancing down. "Oh, would you look at that." The hand that has been lurking around your tummy in a state of neglect shifts and slides downward, gasping one chocolate batcock and giving it a quick stroke, then shifting to its companion for the same.
* Echoen works hir fingers slowly, firmly along your ass, hir palm squeezing your cheek even as hir two fingers - no, four - plunge within your twin tunnels and stroke along the sensative inner muscles. Hir thighs tense as you stroke each of hir cocks in turn, and a second heavy pair of batty balls grows on top of hir original set. "Curious how compatible we can become." Shi churrrs, writhing slowly with you. Hir other paw sneaks around underneath your sac, cupping behind your balls - grasping, kneading the heavy bulge of your taint. "So, are we going to fondle all night, or...?"
* Avylin rocks up onto the tips of her strong toes for a moment- a talent reserved for ballet dancers and those who spend a large amount of time dangling upside-down from their feet- as she groans with pleasure, both at the ongoing fingering you're giving her twin tunnels, as well as the attention elsewhere. Her sac rests heavy in your palm, the fur behind it smooth and warm- and, it would seem, sexless, only warm fur bridging the distance between her lower anus and the back of her balls. 
Avylin: Shemale indeed! Seems if you're going to put those chocolate cocks to use, your options are somewhat fewer. She licks her lips and grins, sitting up and giving you a kiss on the chin. "Depends. Are you going to bend me over and fuck me or not?" She winks. "And I  don't let just anybody do that, so if you're gonna, you should do it now before I get second thoughts."
* Echoen churrrs deeply, pushing against you as shi rises. "Second thoughts? Not a bad idea. You do look prettier that way." As shi rises, hir fingers pop lewdly from your entrances, and both of hir hands firmly grip your waist and spin you about. The dizziness continues even after you stop, your world careening left and right at the same time as your muzzle, face, and head split in twain for two pretty batty faces. Shi hardly gives you time to enjoy yourself (twice over, now) as hir lower cock slides between your thighs, pushing up under your balls, hir upper cock pushing up between your rumpcheeks to grind its thick cumvein along both tailholes. Shi craves you, lusts for you, and you can feel it in hir heat, hir pulse, hir throbbing, smell it in hir sex scents.
* Avylin 's head is spinning and doubled when it stops- she's confused for a moment, both faces blinking at eachother, before the left one chuckles, the right grinning back over her shoulder to you. She's bent forward at the waist in such a fashion that her rump is jutting backwards towards you, uplifted by her strong legs, presented before you in a heart-shaped swell, making the perfect avenue for an eager chocolate cock to grind along. It's a precarious position, though, and her weight gradually tips forward- rather than resist, however, she lets herself fall, hiking a leg and skillfully tucking her shin behind your knees to nudge them frward so that you come with. 
Avylin: The landing perhaps isn't very graceful, but she can think of worse fates than a big buxom bat landing atop her with a delicious grind between thighs still spread. Her position is soon one with her shoulders low and her rump hiked, and she flashes a pair of blue-eyed gazes over her shoulders at you. "You know," purrs her left head. "Normally I'm the one that has to spring all my extra bits on other people. I can't say I've ever been with many that want to do it for me." Her sac hangs heavy between her thighs, swinging and jostled with her movements or the nudging of your lower member, while her own strawberry shaft juts forward in an eager erection towards the grass below.
* Echoen skreeks! The big batty caught by surprise as we tip forward, pulling hir hips back instinctively to try and balance hirself, but foiled by your foot. Shi topples atop you, a tremendous volume of heavy herm bat that piles down atop you, smooshing hir breasts to your back and the back of both your necks. Hir hips raised, curved over yours, hir shafts pulsing grandly in desire for you. Shi pushes down on you some, if only to gain some leverage, pulling hir hips back to kiss both cocktips to your tunnels. "Just make a note to return the gesture." Shi growls deeply, for now intent on pleasuring the both of us with the alterations shi has made. A delicious batty shemale beneath hir, pink tunnels already stretching around hir engorged black cocks.
* Avylin quicks a brow or two at that. "Ohh? Mmh!" Any further thoughts will have to wait, as she's busy getting doublefucked by her chocolate counterpart; her toes dig into the earth and she arches her back in a slinky curve towards the ground, gasping aloud and arching her rump high towards your delving hips. She's not loose, but controlled- you can feel her twin tunnels quivering, just accomodating enough to take your twin shafts inside, only to shudder into a tight squeeze as you hilt yourself against her rump. She sighs in duplicate, her whole body shuddering with pleasure, and keeps herself so presented for a few moments before her hips gradually work into a rhythm counter to whatever you develop- 
Avylin: pushing back as you thrust inward, jutting forward as you pull out to ready herself fo rthe next thrust. Both of her tunnels work in tandem, gripping firmly around yuor members the whole of their outward thrust, and remaining snug enough as you plunge back in to heighten the pleasure without impeding your momentum. After a few moments, though, she twists slightly, and as you thrust in, you find one of her muzzles catching yours, lips sealing tight- and holding you there in a kiss for a moment, as the bat's long tongue snakes around your own and draws it into her muzzle.
Avylin:  She suckles softly, eyes closed, and in that grip oyu can feel your tongue thickening, growing firmer, a bit stiffer, still flexible but definitely broader than it was before. As she begins to draw off, her tongue still spiralling around yours, that length fills out until when at last she draws off its tip she reveals a throbbing batty cock- much like the ones between your thighs, of course, but keeping your muzzle spread open around its girth. She grins back at you, panting softly. "How's that, then?" purrs her left head. "We think it looks quite fetching on you."
* Echoen drives into you firmly, sweetly, sinking inch after inch of hir shafts into your tunnels. You squeeze around hir, yes, but hir pre and your glans provide a slick entrance into your depths, your twin prostates squeezed by the girth of the invading towers. Hir breasts remain pressed to your back, hir hips moving forward to kiss your rump - then back soon after, to begin the proper mating. We grind and shift together, as shi fucks your ass. Relishing your every echoing moan and trill, nibbling at the spot between your necks. 
Echoen: You must bear even more of hir weight as shi wraps hir arms around you, palming once again across your breasts. Hir breath quickens steadily, but hir panting is silenced by the passionate kiss, hir eyes closing as shi shares it with you - and rubs hir cheek to your other face. A low moan reverberates through your throat as hir tongue is altered, hir hips pumping faster and harder as new pleasures are felt through hir body. Hir lips part with a "Mwaaahh" and a loud moan, hir cocktongue pulsing with aching desire. 
Echoen: It quickly begins to leak and flow; shi seems to like how it forces hir muzzle open. Shi expresses hir approval by smoothly shunting hir new cock into your right head's throat, as deeply as shi can, scissoring muzzles. Your left head begins to gag slightly, precum dribbling past your lips, then spitting out in copious volumes. With every clench of your throat, the growth swells larger and pushes out further, as if your whole neck and muzzle was an exotic sheath for the heavy pink dick that pushes out of it. Seed pours from the tip, throbbing up from your throat.. 
* Avylin 's body twists about, shifting slightly onto its side- she's twisted into a difficult position, but she wouldn't have it any other way, keeping her hips upraised and her body pliant to your grip, rocking back to meet your thrusts with a soft grunt or a gasp each time. At the same time she's twisted so that her muzzle can meet your own and lock smoothly with it- such that your tongucock is lodged deep in her throat, warm flesh rippling around it as she swallows and tugs at that length. Her gag reflex appears nearly non-existent, her muzzle as accomodating as the warm, wet hold of a vulva- though not the same, as this shemale bat isn't about to cheat on her temporarily skewed gender. 
Avylin: Her suckling swallows encourage a bit of growth in your tongueshaft, such that it swells wide enough you couldn't close your mouth if you wanted; its girth bulges the fur of her throat, and though it's quite the greedy mouthful she has, she looks quite delighted with her treat. It's remarkably similar to what her left head is experiencing, except that situation is in reverse- foxy face held upward and erect by the length erupting from her throat, a muffled moan escaping around it. With every squirming clench of her body, a spurt of fluid escapes both her cocktips- 
Avylin: the one jutting from her open muzzle, as well as the pink shaft between her thighs, letting loose its burst sof pre into the soggy ground below. Her nostils flare wide around excited breaths, as her innards regularly squeeze and clench around your pistoning members, desperately, eagerly keeping them held deep and letting them go only reluctantly, even if the next hammering thrust against her upturned rump is only moments away.
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* Echoen 's balls slap against your thighs and your own heavy sac, both pairs of hir balls giving ample inertia to make you feel each virile impact. All that seed, promising warmth for your belly.  Hir tonguecock throbs richly within your gulping throat, our kiss holding while hir flexing tongue works hir shaft inside your gullet. Pulses of seed dribble down into your belly already, and it's a blissful sound to hear you gulping on hir flesh. 
Echoen: Shi cannot close hir mouth anymore, that kind of gag the best there is, where even shi feels the pulse of cum or the throb of pumping blood. It's as large as the shaft throbbing within your left throat. For moments more we writhe together, pumping and pounding, your tight ass and cute butt slammed by hir powerful hips and heavy dicks. Hir pace quickens, pre pouring into your body, and all at once shi *heaves* into your ass, nearly sending your thighs flat to your belly, hir sheath kissing your rings. All three of hir shafts bloat, and hot white sperm -pours- into you in juddering bursts, three streams that swirl in your guts and swell your middle.
* Avylin 's movements grow tighter and shorther, her whole body stiffening, then shuddering when it moves- she's clearly on the edge of climax, pushed closer and closer to that precipice with each thrust and responding with ever-hungrier pulling- both the twin clench of her paired tailrings and the hungry gulping of her warm throat. When at last you press yourself to her and unload into her from both ends, you sense an almost palpable wave of relief and delight from your partner as she twists up towards you, 
Avylin: putting her flexibility to the test to emphasize both the upward jut of her hips and the scissoring of her muzzle to yours. She doesn't even need to swallow as your seed pours down her throat, but she does anyway, so the warm flesh continues to churn about your cocktongue- while her tailrings clench hard about the base of your shafts and hold them in place, ensuring little of the cream spilling past her cheeks escapes. Not a moment later and she's coming in kind- though while the whole of your load is poured into her body, hers erupts in twin directions, as a thick, ropey surge escapes the shaft between her thighs, splashing into a thick puddle beneath her arched body; 
Avylin: up top, her left head juts forward, ears slicked back amd muzzle stretched wide around the erupting member that pushes up out of her throat, its own stream arcing through the air in sudden surges. She holds this precarious position through strength imbued by her climax, tense and coiled like a spring, clutching tightly around your threesome of members, while her belly visibly swells with the seed pouring into it from both directions.
* Echoen clenches with you, writhes with you, twists with you - unloading into you as you spill across the grass. Hir paw clutches your distended belly, caressing the tightening fleshy dome as it stretches with hir nigh unending load. Pushing our lips together, pushing our hips together, not a drop leaks out. For nearly five minutes this continues, sharing bliss and pleasure, creating a mess and twining ourselves until we are spent, and all that remain are leftover spurts and dribbles. 
* Avylin 's strength eventually gives out, until she flops over, pullign you with- she's not exactly tied with you in a canine fashion, but still tangled up. It's a little uncomfortable, but it's a good kind of discomfort, much like the ache in her distended, seed-filled belly. She's not able to complain much about the situation, though, mouths stuffed with cock of assorted flavors as they are, but judging from the gleam in her eyes she's not about to try and complain anyway. 
Avylin: She looks pretty tired, too, though, and content to curl up right then and there, maybe letting go of your tonguecock along the way, but keeping you buried between her white rumpcheeks. If you try to get away she just clenches around your twin cocks and stubbornly refuses to let you, so it looks like you're stuck with her as a cockwarmer for the night. Sucks to be you!