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 Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:12 pm
Antoinette Devereux The high was gone, the pain was gone, and the tears were gone as well, but that didn't mean that the tattooed woman briskly walking from Jamal's duplex to her own was 'okay'. It was true she had accepted her transformation, but it was also true that she was still cranky about the entire thing. Her tails especially hurt, throbbing with every step that she took, the pair of pants she was wearing slung low on her hips, and her black thong was peeking out in the back. The buttons were unbuttoned to allow extra room for where her cuves widened. Chaffing was the last thing that she needed. Antony had taken a quick shower before leaving Jamal's, and her hair was damp and pinned back. Other than that, she was in the same clothes as the previous day, and her computer bag was slung over her shoulder. All she wanted to do was get back to her duplex unseen so she could smoke and drink herself into a stupor. Zachary Bloodstone After doing a little unpacking, fretting, and taking two tylenol, Zach felt a little more confident about venturing outside. He couldn't sleep just yet. The place he'd gotten his shot still stung, and thoughts of lurking monsters still played across his mind.
Carefully, he opened the door of his room and looked outside. The top floors all seemed empty of other people. However, there was someone walking around way down at the bottom. He couldn't make out a lot of detail on them, other than that they were slow. He figured they'd be more familiar with the island, and headed downstairs to intercept them.
Antoinette Devereux Antony couldn't see the aproaching male, otherwise she would have changed her course to avoid him. Instead, the tattooed woman continued straight towards him and her duplex, unaware of the armless man. Her tails twitched irritably, and Antony winced, a scowl forming over her features almost immediately. "******** tails," she snarled to herself, becoming exponentially more cranky by the second. Zachary Bloodstone Now that he got closer, Zach could see an array of tattoos across her back. But her skin and hair seemed oddly tinged with white, practically shimmering in the sunlight. He noticed she was dressed very laxly, with three white objects hanging out the back of her pants. Odd. Perhaps it was some strange foreign fashion.
This was a bad idea. A baaad idea.
He took his chances. After all, no one else was around - this woman was the only one he could question. "Uh... excuse me?" he called out to her retreating figure, "Hello?"
Antoinette Devereux Antony jumped, and would have dropped her laptop if it hadn't been stuffed in a bag and strapped over her shoulder. "********?!" She chittered, spinning around and locking her reddening eyes on the owner of the voice. Blinking, the squirrelly one glanced down at the height difference before she noticed that his arm was entirely missing. And to think, he was only going to get weirder with transformations. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Why'd he ******** have to surprise her like that? Zachary Bloodstone The woman's sudden movements caused Zach to stumble back and ultimately trip on the loose sleeve. He landed in a heap and turned bright red with embarassment.
She was definitely taller than him. Boy, did she have a hair problem... there was a mat of white hair all over her chest and shoulders, as well as a little on her nose. It looked like a bad medical condition. He sympathized.
But her eyes were strangely red.
"I'm terribly sorry!" he breathed quickly, climbing back to his feet using just the one arm for support. Usually it was he who was scared by people first, not the other way around. She looked angry, so he explained himself.
"You're the second person I've seen on this island, and I just wanted to sort of, well, meet my neighbors here." He noted that her expression was unchanged, though she did blink. "I'm.. um... Zachary. Your name is...?"
Antoinette Devereux "Antony," she grunted, her arms too full for her to pull out a cigarette at the moment, otherwise she would have by now. The tattooed woman frowned at the other information he offered, pausing for a moment before offering her right hand to help him up. He obviously hadn't seen any of the other islanders. "You're in for a treat then," Antony stated blandly, turning around after he was on his feet, she wiggled her three tails. An audiable noise of pain escaped from her gritted teeth, and she turned around once she thought that her point was proven. "Have you already gotten the injection?" She questioned immediately, not really offering much of an explanation for now. Either way, she motioned for him to follow her, and if he didn't follow, she'd simply grab his wrist and drag him to her duplex. She didn't want to be out and about so that other people could run into her like this. "C'mon, I'll explain it all to you... Just, in private..." Zachary Bloodstone He gladly accepted the help, and took her hand. But no sooner had he collected himself than he saw her three tails, each twitching, covered in the same fur her neck was swathed in. The pained hiss was lost on him. She had TAILS.
Strange creatures on the island... He remembered the not-so-subtle warning that the doctor had given him. He looked horrified. What was she!?
"Yes..." He couldn't refuse to answer her question, but he did begin taking steps backward. In his eyes, she wasn't human, but she could be dangerous. He was shaking again, as usual. "I'm just... I think I'll..."
Her clawed hand caught his wrist, and he just about screamed.
Antoinette Devereux Antony rolled her eyes at his reaction, continuing to drag him to her duplex, "Stop ******** looking at me like I'm a monster, or you'll be in for more than just a panic attack today." He wasn't too hard to pull along, and soon enough, she was unlocking her door and then shoving him inside. The duplex smelled faintly of smoke, but it was mostly aired out due to the windows having been open since yesterday morning. She carefully set her laptop bag on the kitchen counter before turning to glance at the armless man. "Sit," she instructed, pointing at the couch in the living room. "Anything to drink? Eat? Smoke?" Antony for some reason felt like she had to be a good hostess. Maybe it was the fact that he was handicapped, or the fact that she had just dragged him here against his will. Zachary Bloodstone Zach could do nothing as she dragged him into her duplex. He averted his eyes from her for a good while, too, after her threat. His mind still couldn't quite grasp the situation.
The faint smell of smoke met his nostrils and made him cough a few times. He didn't dare say anything about his asthma, though. Not that he could; his voice had completely disappeared on him. It had escaped to somewhere much safer than the room he was in now, cornered. His legs gave way over the sofa, and he pretty much fell onto it.
He snuck another glance at the tattooed woman, in time to meet her gaze again. His terrified expression would be enough to answer her question. Damn, he was not going to make it out of this alive, at this rate.
Antoinette Devereux "Well then," she began, glancing him over before sighing and following him into the living room. When she moved to sit down, Antony quickly stood up the moment her rear came in contact with the couch cushion. So she remained standing instead, hands raising to unclip her hair and tussel it a bit so it wouldn't dry flat. "Look," she restarted, pausing a moment to glance down at him before speaking, "I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm not going to lie to you... And this, obviously, is some heavy s**t..." "I wouldn't be doing this for you if I didn't think you'd wet yourself if you saw one of the further along islanders..." She gave him a pointed look before sighing and disappearing into the kitchen, returning moments later with several bottles of alcohol and two glasses. "Didn't know what you drank... And a little alcohol may take the edge off...." she explained in a gruff voice before pouring herself some Goose. "We're all test subjects... Some lured here, and others washed up... Either way, we're all turning into animals because of the injections they are giving us..." There, she had taken his island virginity. "Any questions Zachary?" It was obvious that she wasn't going to hurt him. Zachary Bloodstone He watched her every move fearfully, though he relaxed a little bit after she claimed pacifism for the moment.
He wondered why she couldn't sit on the tails. The insult stirred some annoyance in him that wasn't quite enough to overcome his fear. But it was there, influencing how he took her short speech. No matter if it was parly out of concern, he wasn't fond of it.
Zach tested his voice. "I don't drink," he said hoarsely, "But now is probably a good time to start."
He listened to the whole story she gave. Several moments passed in which he thought long an hard over the words. And suddenly, his fear was completely gone, replaced with anger. He nearly forget himself in it.
"What is this, some kind of practical joke? Is this what you do to every newcomer? Dress up in a little costume and pretend the place is some kind of terrible game... Is that how you get your fun?"
It had to be one. How could he have been so stupid to believe a total stranger in a cheap costume?
Antoinette Devereux Didn't drink? Well that would explain a bit, and then if he didn't have sex... Well that would explain a lot. His sudden change in demeanor surprised her, especially since this was the man who had been close to pissing his pants not five minutes ago. Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed at his accusation, grip tightening on her glass before she immediately downed its contents with a low hiss. "Do I look like someone who ******** beats around the bush?" She barked, rather irritated that he wasn't taking her seriously. Staring at him for several moments, she finally raised her eyebrow and kicked off her flip flops before she shucked off both her pants and thong. Stepping out of the lower garments, Antony immediately turned around to give him a very good view of her tails, and then some. The woman looked back at him, eyes burning with a mixture of pain and anger. "Do these LOOK like a ******** costume to you?!" Her voice wavered through her anger, but she gritted her teeth and pushed the still touchy emotions back for now. "I'm not that much of a ******** b***h." It wasn't long before she bent over to pull her underwear and pants back on, zipping them up but leaving them unbuttoned to avoid the pain they caused her new appendages. "I'm not lying," she said quietly, looking away from him with a sigh as she tried to compose herself. Zachary Bloodstone Zach's rush of anger had already faded... the woman was obviously very pissed now.
He couldn't run though. Maybe now she'd kill him. "Alright... I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I'm saying that there's no such thing as turning people into animals. It's impossible. I took science classes in college, and there's just no way." He paused to let her understand. "You don't see people walk around like that every day. People only dress like that on Halloween. It really looks like a costume."
It was then that he got a full view of what was below Antony's waist. She turned around so he could get a better view of the tails, though that wasn't all.
There weren't any words for a virgin like Zach to say about seeing that.
And boy, was he lucky he couldn't understand what was going on. It kept his thoughts off of his sex-based instincts. He was still unable to believe it (especially what he'd just seen). He was glad she pulled everything back on. This wasn't right at all. If she was telling the truth, then why did the laboratory go through the trouble of hiding it when the rest of the people on the island could just reveal their plan? It seemed senseless. It had to be senseless.
And this woman could not possibly be growing three tails from her... butt.
He couldn't handle being here another moment. The weirdness was not going to go away. Maybe it was the tylenol. He needed a good, cold shower too. "I.. I'm sorry, Antony. I just don't know what to believe right now. And I'd really like to leave."
There's nothing to believe, he thought to himself as he stood up. And if they keep this up, I'm not going to be fooled again.
Antoinette Devereux "You'd think a person with one arm wouldn't be so judgemental..." Antony grumbled openly, crossing her arms over her chest before she glanced back up at Zach. His expression amused her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from cackling in sheer joy, which she covered with a smirk. Oh this boy was entirely a virgin. Antony could tell. Oh this was just a perfect way to brighten her mood. "Fine," she said, agreeing with his last statement and waving towards the door, "But remember, I told you the truth... Despite how entirely ******** up it is..." The woman sighed, dismissing the one armed man from her duplex. Zachary Bloodstone He sighed, but didn't turn to face her as he left. Didn't she have any sense of... well... shame about it? She could be a closet nudist though. Or just very, very promiscuous.
"Yes, this one arm taught me that I should put my trust in doctors over random people." He opened the door. "And for the sake of science, I'll just stand by Dr. Duvert. Good day."
He shut the door quietly behind him. Back to his duplex, he went. Venturing around here alone was dangerous.
If she was telling the truth... but no, over eight years of science classes could not be proven wrong by a couple of little tails.
Antoinette Devereux "Suit yourself," Antony said lazily, not catching the name drop. The s**t would hit the fan sooner or later, and the woman was pretty sure he'd be coming back to apologize at some point. But for now, it was time to get utterly smashed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:46 am
William Woodrow Hands thrust into his pockets, a spring in his step and a whistle in his heart, William made his way down the rows of buildings, looking each over. It really was like a small village. Cor. He wanted to *do* something. Go somewhere. Meet someone. Preferably someone with some good curves and a rather wonderful chest. A nice round buttox would help matters too. This in mind, he found what he figured was the cafeteria, on account of the large, well labeled sign above the door. Awen Zyn Just Awen's luck to be within that very cafeteria as the newcomer would walk in. She was up for a little food carrying a bottle of water and fish sticks on a tray walking carefully to a table. As she glanced up, seeing movement from the corner of her eye, she saw the skruffy looking man making his way in. She hadn't seen him before... But that wasn't a surprise. There were so many islanders that she hadn't even met yet, let alone the new ones that have to be coming in now that things were back to "normal".
She set the tray down and smiled to the man. He looked.. a little creepy, but who was Awen to say what was creepy anymore. She waved a little. "Hey there." William Woodrow When he heard the voice, William glanced around, spotting the other figure. A girl, eh? A young girl. Even better. He grinned broadly, stalking towards her table to lean a hand down on the counterop and look her over, seemingly oblivious to her strange appearence. "Why hallo there, lass. Tha's a funny headband y'go' there. Y'live here too, then?" Antoinette Devereux So far, Antony hadn't had the heart to cut holes in her pants for her tails, so like the day before, she was wearing these unbuttoned and slung low under said appendages. Black lace peeked out from the denim, but Antony could care less. Other things were on her mind. She was hungry, and hopefully no one was in the cafeteria. Unfortunately, she wasn't so lucky. Pushing the doors open, Antony didn't bother putting out her cigarette when she walked in. She had just lit it, why would she waste it just to appease Awen and some new guy? She wouldn't. Antony did feel a little better about herself after she had shaved the fur off of her nose as well as what she could reach on her chest and shoulders. Her changed eyes glanced between the pair before she simply made her way over to grab her food silently. That was, until she heard the man speak, nearly dropping her tray in a mix between surprise and excitement. He had an accent... A very strong and sexy one at that. Somehow, she managed to collect her food and meander to an empty table, facing the pair so her tails would remain out of sight. She'd just listen for now. Awen Zyn Awen glanced over to Antony as she walked in. At first she didn't really see the changes because she was preoccupied with the new comer, but a slow realisation came to her eyes. She didn't know what to say to the girl with...white fur? It was on the spots on her shoulders just out of reach. She had no idea what to do, Antony wouldn't like Awen poking around right now probably.
So she looked back to the greaasy man infront of her. "Um..yeah I do. And..er..it's not a headband." She mumbled the last part. "They're attached." William Woodrow "Aw, tha's so cute," He chuckled, reaching to playfully tweak her nose. He heard the sound of someone else entering and turned to look. Another woman! This island was looking better and better. "Hoy hoy!" He grinned at her, flashing his yellowed teeth, "Why don' y'come sit down wit' us, then, lass? Plenty o' room fer all!" He grabbed Awen's waterbottle, takinga long drink. Man was he thirsty. Antoinette Devereux "Because I already sat down," she said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at the man before returning to her food. That and Antony was having a secretly fun time watching this man making Awen uncomfortable. And there was the accent as well... Awen Zyn Her nose twitched as the man touched it. She looked down to her plate a minute and shifted in her seat. She looked up at the man and made a face of disgust and surprise when he snagged her water. "Hey tha-" But he had already started talking and it was too late.
Nice rescue there Antony. Awen's only hope was that she would intrige the man enough to have him walk over there and let Awen to her food. She grabbed a stick and chewed it's fishy contents quietly. William Woodrow But he stayed put, leaning on the table between them, "So this is th'cafeteria, then? Where we all get our food? Lovely, Lovely. Is i' any good?" Antoinette Devereux Antony put out her cigarette butt before finishing up what food she had gotten quickly. She wanted to be able to smoke and watch this entertainment for as long as possible. Moments later, there was a fresh smoke dangling from her full lips, which she plucked between two of her fingers so she could exhale. Now she could interject in the conversation. "What else would a cafeteria before?" She interrupted, raising her eyebrows expectantly for an answer. Yes, more accent please. Awen Zyn "Food's not bad." Awen nodded a little bit after Antony said her bit of the cafe. She was actually a little glad Antony was over there and not at her table, Awen wasn't a big fan of smokingin the first place but with her new gills she wasn't sure if it maybe would affect her more, if the smoke went directly through them, or what.
She tilted her head a little looking up at the water-theif. "So...you new to the island eh? When did you get here?" Had to have been within the passed few days sicne the island was back. And that means that the staff must be around.
And that means they have been ignoring her intercom attempts... William Woodrow William leaned across the table to pluck Antony's cigarette from her mouth and take a drag himself, "Aye, jes' this mornin'," He grinned, smoke curling from his nose. "Lovely place this! Nice lad, tha' Doc." Antoinette Devereux Antony narrowed her eyes in irritation when he swiped the cigarette from her. Two could play at that game. Pushing her tray to the side, Antony leaned forward, allowing her ample cleavage to spill over somewhat as she licked her lower lip. He was only a man, a skeezy one, but a man nonetheless. And from what she could see, he was definately straight too. Piece of cake. While he was presumably distracted, Antony snatched her cigarette back and took a drag before plopping back onto her chair and snorting at his comment, "Moreau's an a*****e... Brilliant, but an a*****e." Awen Zyn Awen, while the two were distracted with the cigarette an the ..cleavage...took the opportunity to slip out of her chair slowly. She snuck towards the entrance of the cafe. Neither of the two did she honestly feel like she wan't to be around at the moment.
The Doctor was sort of a jerk, but she wasn't going to say so outloud. She knew that the man was one of their only hopes to be comfortabel here. The recent time without him has only served to teach her that. Speaking of which...she should be trying to comm again, seeing as this greasy guy is here and met Moreau.
She slipped out of the cafe then. William Woodrow "Oy where're y'goin'?" William called after her befor giving a dismissing grunt and a wave of the hand befor sliding into her seat, "An' so wha's yer name, then, pretty Lass?" Antoinette Devereux Antony frowned when she saw that Awen was sneaking out and leaving this wonderfully accented cigarette stealer at her disposal. She leaned back in her chair and raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her legs and shifting in her chair. "Antony," she murmured through a drag of her smoke, watching him curiously, "You?" Yes, please talk, she thought to herself, Talk lots~. William Woodrow He leaned in, snagging hte cigarette back to take a long pull, "Call me Billy, lass." The smoke curled about their faces befor he handed it back, "Bu' I gotta' jet. Things t'see an' things t'do an' th'like. Ciao," In an attempt to be suave, he gave her a mock solute befor swaggering out the doors.
Another quick fix. Homan, homan, was this island brilliant! Alright, so the fashion seemed a bit odd, what with the animal motifs, but hey. When in Rome... maybe he'd find himself a set of cat ears. Antoinette Devereux Antony blinked, glancing to the spent cigarette with some irritation, hmph-ing softly as he swaggered out the door. Only then did she slouch into her seat, melting into the chair with a sigh. People with accents like that belonged in her bedroom pleasing her. Maybe after this one showered, she'd let him. Or something like that. Smirking to herself, she waited a bit before heading out as well, putting her trash and dishes away before strolling back to her duplex. She had almost forgotten about the tails...
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:33 pm
 Amaya Vaughan Slowly Amaya made her way from her duplex and quietly walked to the cafeteria. After her third transformation, she felt like she was even more of an outcast then most of the other people who had started changing. Not only did she loose her hair but she was the furthest progress, save for Colche. And you had to admit, the girl was just totally adorable. Her on the otherhand... she was just... a monster.
Not many of her clothes fit her anymore, so she had been passing the time altering them for her large hands, feet, tail, and the spikes that ran down her spine. She wore a black hat with ear flaps on it, though more for the heat then the fashion sense. It gave her a sense that she still had hair. Aside from her ever-present silver locket, she wore a cut off black tank top that was loose enough to allow her spikes enough room in the back and a pair of very baggy red jeans that were worn low on her hips and held up by a belt just under the large base of her tail.
Approaching the cafeteria she peeked inside and found that no one was around. Good. Pushing open the double doors, she didn't dare make eye-contact with the lunch lady and instead went directly to the food. She planned to stock up and take some back to her room she she didn't have to keep coming back. With a tray in hand she grabbed some apples and bananas along with some fruit salad, things for a regular salad, and some scrambled eggs. She could munch on them throughout the day and the bananas and apples would probably last her a week.
Now all she had to do was grab a couple of bottled waters and then run back out before anyone else came in. Antoinette Devereux Antony had gotten used to the idea of going out with the three new appendages growing out of her lower back. Therfore, she was on her way to the cafeteria for a second time that day. She was so preoccupied with thoughts to notice if there was anyone else in the building before she went in, but as soon as she did the woman stopped dead in her tracks. What. The. ********. Was. That?! Blinking was about the only thing she could do at the moment, jaw gaping and eyes wide with shock. Amaya Vaughan Even though the young girl now lacked ears, she heard the doors open and froze as well. Slowly she turned around and looked back at Antony, the woman she had only heard about and never met. From the distance, she couldn't tell she had changed as well.
But that look...
She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run and hide but... she had already been seen and there was nowhere to go, the only exit being blocked by the woman.
Her long tail twitched nervously, brushing the floor lightly before she forced herself to look back to what she was doing with a sad frown and tears brimming in her eyes. Antoinette Devereux For once in her life, Antony didn't know how to react to the situation. She couldn't even tell if this person was female or male, and that scared her. And then she saw the frown. s**t. Coughing nervously, Antony tried to quickly compose herself enough to not make this poor person feel any worse about the... How she looked. "Sorry," she sighed, running a hand through her hair with a strained expression, "I didn't know anyone was in here..." She didn't know what else to say... Or do... Amaya Vaughan "S'ok." Came her shy, very young and female voice. Amaya gathered a little more food and then went to get some bottled water. "I'll be out in a minute..." She didn't know this woman, though it seemed like she knew about the island already. That was good.
Even so, she wasn't going to stick around and make the poor woman nervous just because of her apperance. It was best if she just left. Antoinette Devereux The voice identified her as female, and Antony sighed some. At least she knew the gender of this person now. Nodding in agreement to the girl's comment, she decided it best to cut this meeting short. Especially when the emotions from her transformation were threatening to boil over at any moment. She couldn't fathom looking as ugly as that poor girl, and to Antony, growing hair all over one's body was ugly. "Um... Yeah..." She muttered, stepping to the side so that the lizard-girl-thing could leave as quickly as possible. She needed a smoke. That was one thing the tattooed woman knew would calm her down and keep her from loosing her temper at this person. She didn't deserve to be lashed out at, but if this lasted any longer, that's what would happen. Her fingers fumbled with her cigarette and lighter, but she finally got it lit and immediately took a long drag. Oh sweet, sweet nicotine. Amaya Vaughan The iguana girl gathered up her things and carried it in one hand, able to hold a lot since her palms were so large. She then headed for the door, her head down and her stride in some odd sort of swagger due to the tail that swayed from side to side as she walked.
"Names Amaya by the way... Sorry I bothered you." With another frown she headed out the double doors, her tail vanishing before the other woman could reply.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:01 am
Antoinette Devereux It was a beautiful morning, and the squirrel girl was in a much better mood after a good, long surf than she had been the previous afternoon. All thoughts of the lizard girl had been pushed from her mind for now, and hopefully it'd stay that way. She jogged out of the surf with her board till she was up the beach and away from the water. Her bag was there with her essentials, and Antony unstrapped her board from her ankle before stabbing it upright into the sand. Oblivious to anyone around, Antony pulled a towel from the bag and began lazily drying herself off, careful of the three wet tails dripping on her rear. Once she was entirely dry she'd smoke. Dr. Madison Moreau Madison jogged down the sandy beach, splashing her paws in the shallow surf. It was a lovely morning indeed, the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky.
A pretty girl came into view who had three squirrel tails and tattoos galore. Mad ran up towards her with a kind smile.
"Hi! How's it going? My name is Madison and It's nice to meet you" William Woodrow William had spent the rest of the previous day sneaking about befor retiring to his room. A fresh new day, his nostrils filled with excitement, he was ready to go off and about once again.
Whistling as he went, he made his way down onto the beach. The weather seemed excellent, the sky clear and blue, the water green and inviting. None of the fog he was used to. Delicious.
He spotted to rather obviously female figures down the surf, and his nearly ever present yellow-toothed grin returned. His drug idled brain noticed that there was something off about the other inhabitants of this island, but he reminded the brain that this was a different place with different customs, even if the fashions seemed a bit queer.
"Hoy, there, pretty lasses!" He called out, jogging towards them excitedly.
The closer he got, he realized he recognized the blue and black haired young woman from yesterday. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth was feeling more like himself again now that he was back in the villiage, away from the temptation to succumb to the coyote instincts, he had calmed right down. He had scrubbed his fur and clothing until not a single remnant or reminder of the jungle remained, then he had dined in the cafeteria on nothing but cold meat. It made him feel human again, and, after a fitful sleep he felt refreshed enough to take a wander down to the beach. He liked it there, you could almost imagine when you stood there, the civilisation you had left behind, ticking happily away without you. He had never been an integral cog in the gears of society, merely making those more unfavourable aspects dissapear conveniently for huge sums of cash.
In the tropical sunlight, the shadows of despair and of the jungle seemed to pale to insignificance.
He stepped onto the white sands with a confidence that hithero he hadn't displayed, his tail held low as it always was, but his overall demeanour actually semi confident. He spotted a few others a little way down the beach and raised a brow, heading a little closer. They all looked relatively early in the transformation process bar a....vixen? Who had made her way over. His temptation to growl did nothing but make him smirk slightly, he was in control today, nothing would change that.
Either way, he was prepared for the possibility of a negative response to his appearance and merely said as he headed over, in the form of a greeting. "Wow. Four people I haven't yet met? I must have been out of it for a while." His grin was amiable but unmistakably canine. Antoinette Devereux Why was it that every time Antony went out to be alone and relax that she ran into someone disgustingly cheery. Looking the furry one over, she threw the towel over her shoulder before bending over to rifle through her bag. "Antony," she grunted while she was rummaging for her cigarettes. Once found, Antony pulled out a smoke before standing up and immediately lighting it between her lips. The accented yell caused her mood to perk once more. Her tails twitched behind her as she quickly identified the male from yesterday heading this way. Well, some things were looking up. And then Antony heard ANOTHER voice. What the ******** was going on? A beach party she wasn't informed of? She wasn't surprised to see a furry islander as the owner of the last voice, and simply uttered a curt 'hello' in greeting. An eyebrow quirked at his get up, "What's with the..." Antony made a reference to his feathered headband with a wave of her hand. Lauren Granger A crowd of people were at the beach! Lauren was very excited to see people, more people. The mongoose girl emitted a small pur. What was better yet, there were one girl that weren't bad looking at all, if not a little too old for Lauren's taste but at least it was eye candy. She came up, hauling a bag full of the essentials and wearing her black bikini. The two guys kind of looked a little shady but Lauren thought she could take them. Another thing had caught Lauren's eye which made her excited, a surf board. She hadn't been surfing since her mom died. While Lauren kind of sucked at it, the thrill was still fun and she had grown a bit taller since then. "Hey!" She waved at the crowd of islanders as she plopped her bag down on the sand, making herself at home. "Sweet board!" Lauren exclaimed with a face of pure awe. William Woodrow Billy joined the throng, noting the continuation of the strange fashion oddity of the island, but decided his best bet was to stay polite. He was enjoying the curves he saw, afterall, especially on the one with the tatoos he had met earlier. He scratched his chin, "Antony was it?" Antoinette Devereux "Thanks... Lauren right?" This was the starving girl with the bag of trash right? And her exit oppertunity had arrived! Antony sent a smarmy grin in Billy's direction, taking a long drag from her cigarette before answering, "Of course." To hell with what everyone else was going to, Antony was going to use her assets and sex like she always did. She lazily gathered up her things, making sure to bend over instead of squat down while picking up her shoulder bag. Next she hefted the surf board and shifted it under her arm. "I'm going to head back to the village, I've got... Things... to take care of," Antony practically informed everyone of her up in coming orgasms with her tone alone. Then, while walking by the new arrival, she raised an eyebrow to Billy, practically inviting him to have sex with her right there with her eyes alone. And then she was off, heading in the direction of the duplexes with a sway in her hips. William Woodrow William's eyes followed her, his expression dumb for a few seconds befor he gave a little solute to the others, "Nice meetin' ye! Oy! Lass! Here, lemme carry tha' heavy thing fer ye!" He hurried after her, taking the surfboard from her shoulders in an attempt to show off his manly streignth, staggering only once as he balanced it on his own shoulder. Antoinette Devereux Antony rolled her eyes at his gesture, but let him do it anyways. This way, she could smoke more easily, which she did, immediately taking a healthy drag before speaking, "Which duplex are you in?" Quick and to the point. William Woodrow "T'irt'y T'ree," He repled, shifting to rummage in his back pocket befor sliding out his own smoke, "Go' a light, y'pretty thing?" Antoinette Devereux "Always," she replied, procuring her zippo from her bag and flicking it open so that the flame appeared before holding it towards Billy so he could light his from it. William Woodrow He stopped walking to lean in with the cigarette in his mouth, puffing it aflame, "Don' think I introduced meself, did I?" He leaned back, shifting the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, "Call me Billy." His accent was so thick she could drown in it. Implaceable, as though it had once been cockney but had grown into irish over time. Antoinette Devereux Antony practically melted at the accent, but simply smirked openly. "Pleasure," she murred, grin widening when they finally arrived in front of duplex 33. William Woodrow Billy unlocked his door after setting down the board and held it for her like a gentleman, "Welcome to luh casuh des Billy," He beamed at her. His heart was pumping, as was his labido. If onyl she'd loose her hideous furr belt... Antoinette Devereux Antony couldn't exactly lose the 'belt,' so she stepped into the duplex and immediately dumped her bag and towel on the floor before turning to face Billy once more. The cigarette dangled from her fingertips as she leaned against the wall, tails twitching annoyingly and in excitement even. William Woodrow He took the movements as just swaying with her hips as he flopped down onto the bed, "So... What're y'into, lass?" He gave her an inviting grin, patting the bed next to him. Antoinette Devereux "Orgasms," she purred, pushing off the wall before making her way over to him and the bed, stopping just in front of him, "And if you don't deliver, I leave." That was about as high maintenance that Antony got. William Woodrow His grin broadened, "Well then," He snickered, "Is tha' a challenge?" Antoinette Devereux "A requirement, actually," she said calmly while climbing onto the bed, one knee on either side of his hips. William Woodrow He gave a snicker, sliding his hands up the back of her legs towards her rear, "Jes' take off tha' silly suit." Antoinette Devereux Chuckling a bit, Antony reached around behind her and quickly did away with her top, raising her eyebrow expectantly. "You too." William Woodrow He let his hands slide up from her rear to her sides befor going up towards her exposed breasts, "There's an improvement." Antoinette Devereux She sat there, casually shifting her hips a bit to get 'more comfortable' as she waited for him to oblige her, grabbing his wrists and pushing his hands back the way they came. "Not so fast buddy. Shirt. Off." William Woodrow "Aye aye, Cap'n," He chuckled, "If y'take off tha' pelt lovey." Antoinette Devereux Antony froze, eyes darkening, "What ******** 'pelt'?!" Even though she knew exactly what he was referring to, she was going to make him say it. William Woodrow "This thing," He reached behind her to lift up one of the three tails, "Wha's tha'? It aint rabbit... feels li' squirrel pelt," he chuckled, "I coul' see ye wit' a nice leapord-skin coat, meself." Antoinette Devereux She winced noticable before reaching behind her and prying his hand from her tails, which were twitching and flicking as usual. "Those are connected." William Woodrow He laughed, still clueless, as he gave a nervious sniff, "Pardon?" Antoinette Devereux "They. Are. Tails." She said bluntly and seriously. There was no sign that she was joking. William Woodrow "Well, aye, I can see tha'. Squirrel tails. We jes' covered tha'," He snickered, "They jes' aint becommin' o' a woman li' you. Take 'em off." His dug idled brain thought this made perfect sence. Antoinette Devereux "What are you, high?" It would make sense, any normal person would have noticed that these weren't just 'pelts' and headbands on the islanders. She spoke tensely, eyes narrowing again, "Everyone on this bloody island are turning into animals, including me." William Woodrow He snorted, chuckling as he leaned in to kiss her tattooed chest just below her neck. "Tha's funny." Antoinette Devereux Antony rolled her eyes, but simply let it slide, tilting her head to the side while looping her arms around his neck. William Woodrow He kissed up along her neck, hands traveling back down towards her legs, "Wha' e'er game y'wanna play, lass," He snickered, "Th'big bad wolfs' gonna' huff an' puff an' blow all yer clothes off." Antoinette Devereux This man was so cheesy, and he probably thinks that she's there simply because of his 'wit.' She had to try not to laugh, and simply tuned it down to a chuckle. William Woodrow "Mmm," He reached her mouth, lips parted invitingly as his hands explored, pulling at the tails to try to push what he thought was only a costume off of her. Antoinette Devereux Antony leaned into the kiss at first, pleasantly surprised at how good he actually was at snogging. And then he yanked her tails... She made a pained noise that sounded a lot like 'OW' before jerking back from his lips, "What the ******** are you doing?!" William Woodrow "Hrmm?" He blinked cluelessly, "Wha'? Somethin' wrong?" Antoinette Devereux She simply sighed and curled her tails around his hand as if to prove a point, "They're REAL." William Woodrow He flinched his hand back, his eyes going wide as he scrambled back on his bed, "Ach!" He staired for a moment befor laughing, "Y'really get into this doncha'? Okay, sure, if tha's how y'want it, Ooooo," He wove his hands, feining shock. Antoinette Devereux Antony felt physically sick from how he reacted, and it all quickly turned to anger. "You know what, ******** this s**t... I don't need this!" She chittered angrily while gathering her top and putting it back on immediately. William Woodrow "Eh? What's gotten into you? A minute ago ye were miss yoyo nickers!" He sat up, frowning in frustration. Feckin' finicky Americans and their mad fetishes. Antoinette Devereux "You just don't get it do you?" Antony began, throwing her arms up in the air, "Everyone's injected when they come here, and everyone's going to turn into an animal. This isn't some strange 'American' fashion bullshit... We're ******** experiments!" William Woodrow "Now who's actin' high?" He snorted, wobbling towards his bathroom. Antoinette Devereux "Come here," she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and watching him intently. William Woodrow "Why? So ye can slap me? Nuh uh. Y'had yer chance on th'Billy train, Lass," He grunted, giving an anxious sniff. He was getting antsy again. Antoinette Devereux "No, to prove to your tweaked out a** that I'm not lying," she retorted, motioning him over. His sniffing had simply confirmed her earlier suspicions. "What, scared of a girl?" Her eyebrow cocked upward in challenge. William Woodrow "No' scared o' *you*, y'mad slut," He grinned back with a flirtatious wink. Antoinette Devereux "Then come here," she said firmly, her tails flicking irritably behind her. William Woodrow He debated his options for a moment, sniffing again befor he inched back towards the bed hesitantly. Antoinette Devereux Antony nodded solemnly before turning around and pulling down her swimsuit bottoms, letting them fall to her ankles with a sigh. "Take a closer look... Just, don't try to ******** pull them off again.." William Woodrow He raised an eyebrow, moving to take a look. Afterall, the girl was offering her bum to him. It would be rude to refuse. His smile faded, though, when he saw the furr coming from her pale skin, and the flush splittage of the spine into the three stalks of the tails. "Mary mother o' God..." Antoinette Devereux "I don't lie," she stated, pausing a moment before sighing. Her tails relaxed considerably when she did, but continued to flick every so often. William Woodrow "Yer really into this aintcha?" He raised an eyebrow, reaching to poke at them. Antoinette Devereux She curled the tails up against her lower back, much like a squirrel would when sitting upright, before bending down to pull her bottoms back up. "And you're really dense aren't you?" William Woodrow "Y'leavin' now?" He cocked his head, pulling a cigarette from the slightly crushed pack in his back pocket and lit it. Antoinette Devereux "Why should I stay?" She asked, whisking her swim bottoms up before turning around and plucking the cigarette from his hand. William Woodrow "Fer the sex?" He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. Antoinette Devereux "And what about my tails?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow before tucking the smoke behind her ear. William Woodrow "Believe me, lass, I been wit' th'bearded lady." Antoinette Devereux Antony frowned with his response, her self-confidence, which usually was unnaturally high, was dropping quickly. William Woodrow "Y'want a smoke?" He grinned harmlessly. He still wasn't taking her seriously. Human nature was funny like that. They'll remain ignorant even if their nose is rubbed in the evidence untill it's drilled into their skull by force. Antoinette Devereux Antony sighed again, running her hands over her face before murmuring, "This is not turning me on..." She was starting to wonder if all this work would be worth the sex, if there was going to be any. William Woodrow "Well, I aint turned on either, so if y'want a smoke, yer welcome t'stay. If no', Tata, I got better things t'do than be teased by a demanded hussy," He shrugged. She seemed like far too much upkeep. Antoinette Devereux That comment was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Antony simply strode over to Billy and put her hands on his shoulders. Seconds later, the tattooed woman slammed her knee into his crotch. "Hussy that a*****e." William Woodrow Billy's eyes went wide as a little pained noise escaped his throat and he sagged to his knees, "Ach..." Antoinette Devereux She looked rather satisfied as his face twisted in pain, and immediately turned, gathering up her stuff lazily before turning and facing Billy once more. "Twas lovely you bloody wench. I hope it's broken." William Woodrow "Yer loss," He grinned weakly through the pain as he tried to shake it off. Antoinette Devereux "Don't flatter yourself," she smirked, knowing full well how much he was missing out as well. Without bothering to stay for a response, Antony left, making sure to pick up her surf board on the way back to her duplex. William Woodrow "b***h," He snorted, limping to the mini fridge to look for an ice pack. Yeah, she was a real seductress that one. Sway your hips, telling stories of what could be, and then giving him nothing. What ever. There were other lassies on the island who had sences of humor he was sure.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:14 pm
After a long and much needed sleep in an actual bed, Rex brushed his hair back to normal, slipped on his shoes and socks, then headed out into the morning. As he made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, he looked at the nameplates on everyone's doors. Most of them were names of people he'd yet to meet, but his eyes fell upon one door in particular. Antoinette Devereux, "Antony?" He hadn't seen her since yesterday at the cafeteria and decided to check and see if she was in a better mood. He approached the door and knocked thrice politely, waiting to see if she was around.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:29 pm
Antony, pre-knock, had been putting away her clean laundry, wearing her last pair of skivvies that were clean. This wasn't out of the ordinary, as the woman often hung around the house in only a bra and undergarments of some shape or form. Today, it just happened to be a thong.
The knock caused her to lazily glance in the direction of the door, waiting a moment to see if it was Jamal. He often barged in announcing himself moments after knocking.
It wasn't him.
So she grabbed her black silk robe, another Victoria's Secret item, haphazardly tossing it on and making her way to the door. A look through the peep hole brought a smirk to her lips, and the door was open seconds later.
She didn't bother to cover herself up
"Why hello there Rex," Antony crooned with a lopsided grin, motioning him inside and shutting the door behind him. "Laundry day," she explained moments later, just in case he was thinking that the sole reason for her dressing as such was to seduce him.
Not that she wouldn't mind that in the least...
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:39 pm
The door opened and Rex looked down to see the scantily clad woman holding it open. He smiled, first noticing her attire, as any man would, "Whoa, heh, hey!" She had caught him off guard, "Oh yeah, I understand. Just yesterday I went to the laundromat in my bathrobe and not much else." At least this girl didn't hold anything back, then he noticed her eyes, brighter than normal, and the tattoos on her chest were covered up by... fur?
"Oh my... did you.. change?" He said, curiously. Well DUH! Why else would she be covered in white hair. "I mean.. well.. when did it happen?" He stood outside her threshhold, still hungry from not having dinner, but this was more important. He struggled to keep his eyes from staring at her chest, things down there called for much attention.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:51 pm
Antony basked in the attention Rex was applying to her assets, but her smug look was estinguished the moment that he brought up her transformation. She grew silent as she motioned him to the couch in the living room.
"Yes," she murmured, pausing a moment before letting her robe drop and turning around to show him her tails. They twitched in a very squirrel like way before she turned back around with a sigh. "I don't know of any animals with three tails... Do you?"
Bending over, she scooped up her robe and shrugged it back on, "It happened a couple days ago..." Antony didn't offer him any more details than that. He didn't need to know she was ******** Jamal quite yet.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:03 pm
"Thanks," he said, stepping out of the morning sun and into her humble home. "Nice pad." He finished, plopping down on the couch. He looked to Antony, dropping her robe to reveal the three twitching tails. "Oh gosh, that must have been painful..." Rex tried to imagine your tailbone splitting into three sections, "I don't know of any animals that have three tails like that. Heck, Moreau must have a little something extra in store for you." He tried to lighten the subject, adding in a little joke. At least she was in a different mood than yesterday, not necessarily a good mood, but a different mood. "I'm sorry it happened..." He sat on the couch, thinking of a brighter topic of conversation, "Had a nice time back in a real bed?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:14 pm
Antony sat next to him on the couch, but at an angle so that her tails weren't in a strange, and ultimately painful, position. "I wouldn't be surprised, he was judging me the moment he met me... Elitist b*****d," she said irritably, shifting her legs so that they were bent and sort of tucked under her to the side.
Waving away his apology, the tattooed woman smirked and nodded, "Oh yes, beds are more conducive to curves."
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:23 pm
Rex grinned in agreement, "I bet. That wooden floor in the bar... sucked." He chuckled, unable to find a better word to describe the bad night's sleep he got. "Was it nice to have another body in there with me that night. You must have been lonely out there those nights. I know I'd be." He remembered in the movie Castaway how the volleyball Wilson had become his friend. Thankfully Rex actually had other people out there to keep him company instead of an inanimate object.
Rex kicked his legs out and leaned back against the couch's cushions.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:36 pm
"Ahh... I wasn't always alone," she began with a shrug, "Jamal was my camp mate." She neglected to mention that he was her ******** buddy, and simply grinned.
"How'd you do in the rain?" Antony asked curiously, "Obviously made it out in one piece." Her fingers moved to tuck her too long hair behind her ears and out of her face as she watched him with her changed eyes.
She simply continued to examine him quietly from her seat on the couch, but eventually she nodded in agreement to one of his previous comments. "It was quite lovely," Antony murmured, red and violet eyes sparkling with mischief.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:59 pm
Rex remembered meeting Awen for the first time at the lake. She was scratched and scabby, she also mentioned something about Jamal. "Oh! Jamal was your camp-mate? Was he the one that gave your those gashes on your shoulder? Awen mentioned something about him."
"Oh, the rain..." he chuckled, extremely glad it was over, "I met alot of people, got a cold and saw someone change. but i did find who I was looking for and I also ofund my way to Ambrose's camp." He remembered cold... just the numbing omnipresent cold from the storm and the wind. Body heat was the only way to get warm... "Yourself?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:10 pm
"I watched him transform," she stated bluntly, feeling that that fact alone was rather self explanitory. As for his other question, Antony simply shrugged, "Jamal eventually came back, but otherwise I stayed in the Beach Bar."
She frowned when she felt the soft fur on her shoulder when she went to scratch it, quickly moving her hand away in a disgusted motion. Tails she could deal with, but being hairy all over was something that made Antony physically ill.
At least she was pale again?
Sighing, Antony stood and made her way to the kitchen, the hair on her back visible as her robe slipped off her shoulders. "I need a drink," she grunted, glancing back at him with an eyebrow cocked, "Want anything? I have my own stash of alcohol."
Alcohol always made everything better.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:19 pm
"No thanks, I'm fine." He smiled, watching her butt as she walked away. Grah! Stop it, Rex, he yelled at himself, You barely even know this girl! He had to get back on subject, "It's a bit early for alchohol for me." He cleared his throat and glanced arond the room, this was the nicest room he'd been in yet.
"Sooo..." He looked at the three lumps in the back of her robe, twitching occasionally, "do you have any idea what animal you're turning into?" Hoping the talk would break the silence.
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