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Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

...concern...curiosity...fear...anger...possessiveness.... While Anderson tried to sleep, emotions that were not his own seeped into his subconscious and spilled over into his dreams. He woke with a start and looked about the camp. What the...was that...but the scouting reports indicated this world was empty of higher sentients. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Maybe it was wishful thinking, Anderson had not been around people for longer than was probably good for him. He had had some leave coming to him after returning to Main Command once the raid on Biscay had been completed, but someone boosted the priority on this mission and he was still active. And now he was here. Stretching himself while lying in the hammock, Anderson wished he'd remembered to bring a VR-pod. A little music or a vid would help him relax more readily although, indulging in a little mind-based sex would be nice too. Anderson chuckled. What was that slogan? More real than real, he said to himself. I'd settle for a little unreal about now.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

Raelin landed on the ground near the base of the hammock, observing the man lying there. After a moment she hopped backward, deciding that a larger form would be better. When she was back far enough she willed her flesh to change. It took mere seconds before feathers disapeared and pale skin and long, red-gold hair took their place. The beak gave way to a soft face with bright green eyes, filled with flecks of gold and full lips. A young woman stood where the bird had only seconds before.
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Anderson sat up. Crap...what...oh..a bird...that's cool? The thought droppd off as he watched the famliar-but-not bird fluctuate--inflating in sizeand flowing easily from an avian shape to a humanoid one. Anderson swung his legs over the side of the hammock, but made no attempt to stand or leave the swaying fabric. He let his steel-blue eyes take in the entirety of the young woman's form in front of him. Do I even have a translator in my gear? He waited. Patiently, he watched and tried to get an empathic reading off the woman, even as he took in the cues from her stance and facial expressions an mentally compared them to the psychological training he had had. Hi, he said. I'm Frank.
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She didn't move toward him, but acknowledged his greeting with a nod. I am Raelin. She examined him closely, her eyes trailing over him, sizing him up. He didn't seem dangerous, but something posed a threat to her home. If it wasn't him, then maybe he had some information that could help her. She cocked her head to the side, thinking.
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Frank nodded in return on being given the young woman's name. She appeared to be curious about him. And, probably, what I am doing here... In the glow of moon and starlight, he could make out a lot of exposed flesh, but the fall of her long hair combined with the low light to make Anderson unsure if Raelin was clothed or not. Um, I guess you're wondering where I came from and why I am here, Frank said as he stood up. He reached behind him to stop the hammock swinging, but did so casually, without taking his eyes off of Raelin. I know I have plenty of questions.
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Raelin fingered the edge of her skirt nervously, surprised by his honesty. She did want to know why he was here. He looked very different from anyone that lived in this area, and his behavior was even more curious. Her legs were clad in peice of leather that came mid- thigh, fashioned into a skirt by tying the side up with leather laces. The same leather was made into a vest that laces up the middle, covering just her chest and leaving her mid-drift and arms exposed for quick and easy movement. A ring of symbols was tattooed around her arm, just below her shoulder.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

The young woman did not answer Anderson right away, but the change in her position allowed him to see more clearly how she was dressed. Nice...very nice Frank smiled as the though crossed his mind. Then laughed and tried to remain professional about things. At least, for now. Well, I am here to conduct a survey of this planet, Frank told Raelin. He smoothed out his undershirt, wishing he'd paid more attention to that weight training course he'd been sent to. He was lean and in shape, but not as much of a hardbody as he might have liked to be when meeting a beautiful woman uexpectedly. Are you from here? We'd been told there was no higher sentients planetside. Frank stepped towards the end of the hammock closest to Raelin and slowly reached for his canteen. Can I offer you anything?
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She frowned, watching him suspiciously. Yes, this is my home... She took a step back when he came closer, shaking her head. No, thank you. After a long, uncomfortable pause she spoke again. Where are you from? And what do you want? She had no qualms about sounding rude or aggressive, especially not when he and his people were invading her home and accusing her people of being unintelligent.
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Frank gave Raelin a small shrug when she declined his offer of a drink and opened the canteen anyways. He took a long swig from the container an resealed it. As he was doing so, the back of his mind creeped and itched with emotions. uncertainty...suspiciousness...displeasure...anger...outrage None of it was powerful, just enough to shade and color what Raelin was saying and asking him. Anderson got the feeling he had phrased something wrong. I'm from a number of places. It's sort of a nomadic lifestyle, you might say. As for what I want? I would like to finish my work here, if I may. Frank found his eyes sliding from meeting Raelin's gaze and ranging over her form--now her tatoo, then the hem of her skirt or the lacing of her vest and what it covered. Anderson continued, Like a said, we're making a more in-depth survey of the planet. It's topography...resources...lifeforms. He stopped speaking and realized he had been trying to close the distance between himself and Raelin while he talked. He met her eyes once more and tried for a more active empathic reading. The night making the usually subtle use of his power become a more tell-tale glow within the whites of his eyes.
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She watched his eyes trail over her body, but remained alert. Listening closely to his words, she didn't feel him prying at her mind until after he finished speaking. She stared into his eyes, curious as to how he was able to touch her mind. As far as she knew, only shapeshifters could mindspeak. She decided to test her theory, to see if he really could hear her or if she was just imagining things. Are you able to understand me?
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Frank taken aback by the direct telepathic question. He nodded and eyed Raelin carefully. Even with a higher than average Psi-rating, Anderson's mental communication was never very strong when came to speech, he had alway been more of an Empath when it came to those talents. His real strengths was in other areas. He took a deep breath and let his thoughts reach out to the young woman before him. Yes...I can hear you...Do you hear me as well?
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Raelin was shocked that he could actually hear her, and respond. How can you mindspeak? You're not a shapeshifter... She glanced him over, re-assessing him. He didn't smell like a shapeshifter, and he didn't have any of the defining characteristics of one.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

That's what the previous scouting party missed! As many a battle cruiser had discovered during the last Galactic War, convential scanners did not detect shifters. Some species, in fact, went unregistered even when in humanoid forms. Only direct observation by the five base senses, or through psychic ones, proved of any use. Frank thought to Raelin No, I'm what my people refer to as a Psi. I can access parts of my mind to do things with my thoughts. 'Mindspeaking' is one of these things. He looked her over once more. As he took in more of the details of the form she wore before him, Frank asked, So, are all of your people here shapeshifters? Is this your natural form? Do you even have such a thing?
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She spoke aloud now, breaking the connection and blocking her mind from any further communication. It made her uneasy that this stranger was able to touch her mind so easily. We are not the only beings here, no. And this is the form I was born in, and am most comfortable in. Every shifter is different. Some prefer different forms for different reasons. Why? She felt his gaze on her once more, and shifted her feet nervously. He'd gotten closer, and kept staring at her, and she couldn't help but wonder why.
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Why did I ask her that? Frank considered the question. True, he was an explorer and scout--always looking for questions and, sometimes, to the answers as well but was he usually so inquisitve about what could very well be construed as especially personal information? No...not usually. He glanced at Raelin once more. The shapeliness of her legs and arms...the way her outfit provided cover but was enticing to both the eye and other parts of him...but, for some reason, he was drawn to both the allure of her hair and eyes and the intrigue inherent within the symbols she wore. But Anderson did not know how to explain all of this to himself let alone to Raelin. He shrugged. Curiosity, I expect. I have seen others who change their form, and was interested--am interested--in knowing more about how and why you do it. And knowing more about you... He had become quite physically close to Raelin. Neither of them had really seemed to notice it, although Frank's empathy sensed the young woman's wariness. He was aware that she had closed her mind to actual telepathy, for now. Anderson decided to take a chance and extended a hand towards Raelin. He pointed to the tatoo and said, May I ask about the meaning of these? To make it clear what he was speaking of, he began to bring his hand down upon Raelin's skin--lighly touching the symbols.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

She flinched under his touch, but didn't make an attempt to move away. We change because staying in one form limits one's abilities. And those symbols- Raelin paused and glanced down at his hand on her arm before looking back up into his eyes. She couldn't tell if he was being sincere when he said he was curious, or if he had other motives as well. -Those symbols are how my people tell eachother apart. It is my name. She only told a partial truth, as there was much more to the story. But he was not from here, and would not understand. Explaining the entire truth when he did not understand her people would be a useless waste of time.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

Raelin spoke the truth about the markings on her arm, but Frank sensed a bit of emotional turmoil. He was okay with that, though. One of the first things he'd been taught in his empathy training was that emotions were often tricky and made up of more than one type. Frank idly rubbed the pad of his thumb over the surface of Raelin's tatoo. He wondered if the marks were ideographical or phonetic, but didn't ask her anything else about them. He started to show her his own name, but remembered he was in an undershirt. The work shirt bearing the stencil of 'Anderson' was still lying at the foot of the hammock. Interesting, he said. Frank continued to meet Raelin's eyes while they talked and continued to evaluate each other. He was slightly above average in height, fit but not anything close to being a real athlete, and dressed in most of his uniform still. What brings you out this time of the night? My presence? Or were you simply traveling and came upon my camp? The questions were mostly little tidbits meant to keep Raelin near him, although Frank did let his hand fall away from her arm. Why am I so attracted? Has it been that long or is there just something about this woman? He breathed in her scent now that he was up close, and took a moment to subtly look her over from the side and rear.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

Frowning, she answered his question curtly. The trees woke me. Something is wrong, and I intend to find out what. She felt awkward under his insense gaze, wondering why he continued to watch her so closely. It didn't seem like he felt threatened by her, but she couldn't tell what his motives were.
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The trees woke her? The trees? Frank took a step back and turned away from Raelin. This information changed a lot of things. Could the Corp have known what this planet was about when they had sent Skywatch here? This would make Anderson's job here very complicated--ethically as well as physically. Was that figurative? How could trees wake you?
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She stared blankly at him for a moment, as though it were obvious. They spoke to me...all shifters commune with nature... She glanced down at the forest below, frowning. I need to find out what is wrong. They tell me that something is amiss in this area.
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Frank nodded. Well, perhaps my presence is disruptive. Mine and that of my equipment, he said. We really haven't begun any of the work, yet. I'm just the set-up person--the one who chooses and establishes the base camp. Even with his back turned a bit away and his head turned even more, Anderson could sense the stronger emotions rising in Raelin. He hoped he didn't make her actually angry with him. How do I go about calming people again? I should've paid more attention in training class.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

This old ancient beast found it hard to compete in a world of magic everywhere, it wasn't exactly a looker, so it couldn't just dance out in the clearing and draw in creatures to satiate his appetite, his prey of choice tended to instantly find more speed when they caught sight of it's writhing crimson lengths of muscle. Perhaps it was the clear and somewhat foul smelling mucus that bathed them, and all of his form... oh well. Now days, his best bet was some hapless women wondering into the thick trees of his forest. Which didn't happen to often, as some meddlesome bastard had put up a warning for all to see, for the life of it it couldn't find the damned thing, but there had to be something out there that couldn't read it, with all the languages around certainly...
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Kadri had managed to travel some distance in these few months, leaving behind the quiet elven village where she rew up. She ventured far into human land now, and the language became harder and harder to understand, she found. Even now as she traveled along a dusty old road she passed by a large sign, with deep red lettering. She tried to translate, but kept mistaking it... Tecnlicles? Monster? She had to be mistaken. With a sigh she kept walking, slinging a bag over her shoulder as her deep blue hair caught the sun. She hadn't seem many humans around lately, so let loose a bit on her proper elven exterior. She didn't even mind the low cut of her violet dress, displaying her ample rack to view. Human garb, and far too revealing for her taste.
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She'd find an oddity, the forest was lush, green and browns everywhere and anywhere. Yet, not a single creature to take advantage, no birds, squirrels or even an enchanted hat that thought itself a bear. To put it simply, it had long sense cleared away all the wildlife to make life for itself simple, no nosy carnivores trying to devour a strangling tentacle-after the 10th time it had just gotten old-the entire forest happened to be kept in shape by the lone, thousand year old monster itself. The biggest reason though, to clear the space for it's senses, so when a suitable animal wondered in it would not be missed not even even if it tried it's damnedest to hide. The deep red lengths of flesh stretched literally everywhere, it was but an instant that the old beast knew something wonderful was here, soon thereafter it knew that a delicacy in the form of an elven had appeared, which made it rumble with delight...and it vibrated the very trees, though the number of moving tentacles helped as they gathered in said trees around her...their bulbous red tips peeking through the leaves to track as she went.
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The forest is so quiet... She whspered, tracing a finger along a tree. Not even the old oak spoke to her, the normal whispering of nature completely silent now. It made her shiver slightly, unnatural.. Curroupt... She laused, unsure, and stopped already fairly deep in the woods... She didn't like this, didn't trust it, and turned around to head back.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

As if, it had been so long since a women had wondered into his piece of land that it had stopped counting after the fourth month. So the only thing she saw when she turned to start leaving was one big, rippling wall of red, strung up between the trees and with that nice heavy smell the goo leaking from the tentacles happened to give off. Spreading from the foliage all around the blue haired elf came a sea of individual tentacles, eating up the ground as they closed on her, shaking the ground with their sheer numbers.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

Kadri had only gone a few steps when she saw a slithering mass closing in around her. Her eyes went wide, and she pulled out adagger, leaping up into the high branches of the trees in a desperate attempt to run.
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The poor dear would find that even the highest levels of the trees were home to only more of the red monstrosities, launching from the branches around her in bids to coil around her legs, arms, waist...anything they could find. More climbed up after her even, and followed the all out blitz of her like their others.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

The higher she climbed the more of those... Things.. Attacked her. She cried out, pulling as each long tentical wrapped tightly around her body, binding her, confining her. She slashed at it before the tightening on her wrist made her drop the daggar, and she was defenseless in the air.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

Defenseless was just the way it liked anything with breasts and a vagina, the fact that it was an elf, with rather large breasts just made it all the better! Now that she was restrained, the real fun could begin eagerly the little red bodies slithered up her legs, and abdomen, their tips splitting wide to let even smaller, almost tongue like tendrils into the air. They busied themselves with wrapping into the panties beneath her low cut dress, and turning them to shreds, along with the shredding off the pesky top portion of her clothes.
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The tenticles didn't stop winding around her, pulling at her clothing, tearing them apart. Tears sprang into her eyes as she kicked and struggled, unable to break free. Was there some creature here that wished to kill her, eat her? She cried out for help, knowing the forest was empty, but just wished for anything to do to free herself.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

In response to her struggling, they pulled against her arms, and legs, pulling them straight out until she happened to be spread eagle, all to lessen the struggle they'd have to deal with. That done, the other tentacles made their purpose clear, as the junior tentacles started assaulting her nether region, prodding at her lower lips, spreading them, rubbing them with the rough flesh that covered the junior tentacles.
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They spread her, arms wide above her head, legs spread apart below her. She pulled uselessly, crying out again. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide, as the tenticles began to rub against her neithers. Stop! Of pleasem please don't do this! She begged, wondering if this creature could understand her.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

If it did understand, it didn't make it seem like it did. Perhaps it was ignoring her like it did everything that told it to stop having it's fun, much like a child would. Instead, it wrapped a junior around each of her breasts and gave them a squeeze, then a tug, then rolled them in circles. Down under, the small, rough skinned tentacles started exploring around the entrance, sliding as if licking around it.
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No! She cried again as it wrapped its thick tenticles wrapping tightly around her breasts as they squezed and rolled them about. What did this creature want? To screw her? She whimpered softly, pulling at the red tenticles again. Surely that couldn't be it, it didn't even seem remotely her species! But still, its continued attention at her neithers... She squirmed against it, trying to wiggle free.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

It most certainly DID want to screw her, and nothing else, it was an urge it couldn't explain, nor fight... like eating, or breathing for anything else. It was just that simple, poking at her nipples with the crimson red flesh of the tentacles it didn't think anything of it except just being what it wanted and needed to do. No, it's junior tentacles just started a slow push into her vagina, rolling over the flesh to taste it all.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

She was wrong, she knew that as the tencles began to work with a clear purpose, stroking her nipples, and pushing inside her tight hole. She screamed loudly, begging for her release. What could she do to escape from this nightmare? She needed to get away!
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

A miracle and those were rare, especially here in his bit of land. No, she'd have to endure the monsters ministrations. Wrapping another junior around her nipples and starting to tug at the pert flesh, still diving into her folds at a slow steady pace, the full four inch wide tentacle starting to slide into her, as the little tongue like bits at the opened tip spiraled around inside.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

The pain of being violated started to ease away, even as blood trickled down the long tenticled of the beast, wetting the passage by her own loss of virginity. Smaller tenticles pulled at her nipples, and she strained against them, twisting as a moan escaped her, the spiriling in her womanhood causing shocks of pleasure to run up her body.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

The little bitty tentacles slithered around inside her, touching the soft internal flesh that the more massive tentacle could not reach. It was after all busy starting it's slow thrusts, working it's length in and out steadily as the thrashing smaller tentacles continued their work.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

She groaned as his tenticals moved in her, slowly, pushing at her, driving inside of her with such a fury of sensations that she threw her head back and arched against it, droplets of spitrunning down her chin as she panted, trying not to give into it just yet.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

She'd give in, it only needed to work a little more and certainly it would have a willing, subservient little elf to fuck for oh, hours on end if it so wanted. It concentrated on pumping it's single piece of hot, red tentacle into her deeper, the open tip and it's little tongues hitting as deep as possible before it pulled back and drove back in.
Thread: Unreadable signs aren't new(MexKiko

She was close to giving in, this time, moaning in pleasure as it pounded in again and again, the thiner tendrils pushing and teasing her insides as it violated her. She groaned and arched. Oh fuck... The words escaped her lips, Please, I want more...