Thread: The Free Use Act (Mission Foxxy x Umbral Badger)

To think that not only would they copulate mid-flight, but they didn't even stop, while landing! First-class flying, huh? The voice that sailed free of the opened jet door--stairs cascading down in an interlocking fashion, to be secured easily upon the strip--was almost as smooth as the vehicle itself. A quad-wing lattice design crafted for maximum comfort, speed, and sheer badassery. Smaller than public aircraft, sleek, and fitted for just a few individuals in a beyond-First-Class environment. Expensive, was quite simply an understatement a craft of such utter quality was among those used only by the heads of the corporations that ran the planet. Of course, the magnitude of class that the body which exited the craft excluded, could very well speak of that upper-echelon lifestyle. Polished black shoes met the top of those chromatic descending stairs with a striking sound that resounded on the quiet tarmak. The wonders of a private landing strip, so much so that it was sound-proofed from the agonizing noises of the public side. Hell, it was private enough, that for once, no semblence of fornication was around, as no workers were, either. The only sense of which, was actually the noises that an astute ear could hear within the cockpit. All the more so, was that sound pronounced, by the visual stimuli that the figure provided. Clad in a suit tailored to precise size, and fitted perfectly. Straight edges and unblemished folds instead of tarsely wrinkled blemishes adorned the midnight-black material split down the middle of the jacket with not a white button-up, but a vibrant pink one. Straight-backed, tall-standing, and without a fault to appearance. Of course, raised on a high-class life, it was what to be expected. The only thing that didn't scream class, was the way the figure's hand rose, to brush back a lock of raven hair from his eyes. His looks were actually almost feminate. The only that stood him apart as male, were the more monstrous features that adorned him. From the back, a purposeful hole in those fit black slacks, released a tail of a vibrant, burning heat of red. Scaled, and almost serpentine in nature, easily a yard long, and narrowing at the tip. However, at said-end of appendage, the thing spelled slightly, and formed a gaunt bulb. Bulb more accurately described as a closed tulip-shape, almost a light pink in shade, compared to the vibrant red of his tail. Just under the hollow of the neck, where the button-up met his collarbone, a fluff of white fur was apparent. At each jutting of smooth, but angular jawline, a swathe of vibrant red, like the tail, graced the skin, yet weren't covered in those armored scales. And above, atop that head, two more sets of extremities horns, and ears! Two deep golden-hued horns jutted from just above the forehead, curving upwards in just barely an arch towards one-another. Set slightly to the sides-and-behind them, were the fluffy red-tinted ears akin to a canine in shape, but nearing the tip those flaming scales appeared again in style, arching out from the tip in hardened membranes. At the base of each ear was just the tiniest poof of that same white fur that adorned the chest. Of course, none of these were pointedly male-biased, unless one knew of specific Mamono-physiology. It was almost common knowledge to the educated, however, considering the number of anatomical modifications, DNA-interweaves, and simply Mamono themselves that mixed in common society. Hell, since a few decades past, they were barely even acknowledged as different. But, to those who knew, draconoids of the female variety were typically heavily-busted and voluptuous, unless of the Wyvern family. And considering that no wings extended from the male's arms, he was not a wyvern. As such, despite the cheekbones, and lithe form to suggest it, only those with knowledge of species could count him apart from a gal'. Or, of course, anyone that knew anything of economy. Nicholas Dal' Remowntai, the prodigy son of two mega-corporations. From the mother's side, a Manticore, cruel sadism and dominant seduction incarnate Nella, owner of the leading corporation on liquid essences, and leading exporter of aphrodisiacs to the New World corporations. From the father, highborn-dragon, power and strength of will embodied Stellum, CEO of the corporate-conglomerate providing capital goods, tools, and leading the exportation of on-demand... manpower. But, all the grander, his fame only came in part by the crossbreed of upper-echelon blood that he was. Exploding through schooling several years above his time, by the time he was in his early teens, the male was an executive in both his parent's corporations. By eighteen, the young femboy diversifying stock, providing un-paralleled predictions of the market and pre-cursory booms. Now, at the ripe age of 25, he was first in line to two mega-Corps, and was held as a prodigy around the world for amassing a fortune that rivaled both members of his inner-family. So, a mind, the money to back its whims, and the looks to fancy both sexes. Oh, and hetero-chromatic eyes. Like the piercing gaze that bore into the soul, each clanking step down the gangplank brought those dual shades of striking gold, and still silver, ever-closer to Sydney. Ah, so you're the representative I'm to meet? A pause hung in the air, and the male's almost messy black hair shifted a bit with the way that his neck tilted, cracking a tiny smile from those feminine lips. The smooth voice rolled out again as he closed the distance between the two strangers. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Nicholas, as I'm sure you know... , his hand extended, palm down at first, but with an impromptu adjustment--as if accustomed to a royal treatment--the hand twisted, to present in a proper handshake. ...Please, do call me Nicki. There was just... one, teensie, itty-bitty little problem. With an utterlessly straight face that belied absurd naivety and blissfully unaware ignorance, his hand was extended to the minotaur bodyguard. It's quite clever to have your bodyguard disguised as a lingerie-model, and your assistant seems like quite the prim-and-proper Kitty!