<blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="font-style: italic">~You mean... naked?~ Brady asks, her voice husky. ~Oh... tell me more... I wanna hear everything...~</span></div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Well, he's... uh... big?~</span>Crew offers.<span style="font-style: italic">~Yeah. It's big. And, um dark. Kind of leathery.~</span>Clever though he may be, the psicrystal is clearly no poet when it comes to the nude form. Fortunately, Brady isn't much of an art critic- not in her current condition, anyway<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Mmmh... big?~</span>Brady asks. One of her hands begins to slide down towards her waistline.<span style="font-style: italic">~How big?~</span><br/><br/>Crew skitters around to a better vantage point, privately thanking Brady for being an easy audience.<span style="font-style: italic">~I'd say about... two of me long? Still kind of dangly though.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Two Crews long?</span>Brady does some mental arithmetic that take several times longer than it should- math is the furthest thing from her mind right now.<span style="font-style: italic">That means he'd be... gods, almost twelve inches? And he's not even all the way up yet!</span>As tiny as she is, the prospect of taking that monster into her is almost frightening. Hell, it might even be able to gobble<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>up... The combined thoughts of taking and taken send another shock of pleasure down her spine, bringing with it a desperate longing to be filled.<br/><br/>Brady's casts about for something, anything to satisfy her craving. Her eyes light on a loose sunrod, missed during her packup... without a second thought, she snatches up the tool, abandoning her breasts just long enough to pull her tights down to the knee before plunging the smooth iron shaft into her folds. Gods, the feeling is incredible- it's been far too long since anything but her own tiny fingers occupied her sex, and the mere tip of the rod slipping into her might as well be Kahmori's monster cock. Her hips buck against the air, lifting her entire body save for her shoulders and the tips of her toes as she tries to thrust back against her imaginary lover. The sunrod slides deeper into her pussy, its golden cap pressing against her cervix, and for a moment she feels a strange flicker of warmth from deep within. Could it be...?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Brady! He's coming!~</span><br/><br/>In her empassioned state, Crew's voice barely registers at all; whatever message he intended to deliver is most certainly lost as his words are usurped for Brady's fantasy.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh gods, yes... cum for me..."</span>she moans, uncertain whether she's speaking aloud or through her connection.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~No, I mean he's coming back! Kahmori's headed for the room!~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ooh... Kahmori? Wha-"</span>Brady is just barely able to turn her head towards the bathroom door as it swings open, revealing Kahmori's naked form to Brady... and hers to him, three-quarters naked and spasming with a sunrod shoved in her honeypot.<br/><br/>To say that the interruption is a mood-killer would be an understatement.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>"Brady? We-...Oh. Mmmm...Um..I mean.." </div></blockquote><br/>"Kahmori?! I... um... that is...<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">eep?</span>" Brady squeaks in response. Muddled with hormones as it is, her brain takes a moment to fully process the situation, at which point it responds in typical fashion for such situations- that is to say, incorrectly. Three conflicting variations of flight instinct kick in simultaneously, urging her to hide, run, and simply<span style="font-style: italic">disappear.</span>The end result is... well, awkward.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Brady manifests <span style="font-style: italic">dimension door</span>: moving ten feet to the left.</div></div></div><br/>Brady's hands leave her body and scramble for something to cover herself, snatching up both sheets and clothes and somehow entangling herself in both as she rolls to one side.  The mess of lizard, leather and silk flops over once, then disappears in a flash of light, leaving behind a sopping wet and glowing sunrod that lands one the bare bed with a soft thump. Several feet past the bed, the tangle reappears over open floor, and lands with a rather louder thump of its own.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>"Feel... free to join us whenever you want. Er... when you are done with... that. Who knows... Maybe we can help you with that."</div></blockquote><br/>"Oh, this?" she says, glancing at the sunrod. "I was just, ah... getting ready. For the bath. In case it's not wet enough?" she adds, laughing nervously. "I'll be in in a second, just let me clean up..."<br/><br/>Brady waits for Kahmori to turn around before she hauls herself out of her accidental cocoon. Her skin is practically glowing red from embarrassment, and manages to go even brighter as she gingerly picks up the glowing sunrod and shoves it under a pillow. Shucking the last of her clothing, she gives her color a moment to flow back to its usual green before following Kahmori into the bath. A spindle-shaped blur darts past in the opposite direction as she enters the steaming room.<br/><br/>"So... did I miss anything?" she asks, making a show of examining the various soaps and oils before stepping in after Kahmori. It's a silly question, but it's the only thing that comes to mind, and hopefully buys her a moment to compose herself before she dares to meet Kahmori's eyes again.<br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">1 Sunrod removed from Brady's inventory...</div></div></div>