Crest looked down at himself thoughtfully – the fat veins in his manhood were a little odd. He wanted to study them, but – more than anything else – he wanted to study the little squirrel’s breasts. They were covered in something – why? Who would restrain such amazing globes of delicious milk-worthy deliciousness from view? Or, better yet, from his lap-hungry mouth. As he stood there, lost in thought, his tongue lolled past his lips – forked, it was pierced six times, with little metal studs. It lashed about briefly before he managed to come to his senses.<br/><br/>“You! Lah-lie?” He said, pronouncing her name carefully. His teeth gleamed white behind his surprisingly expressive lips as he tried to figure out how to enunciate properly with that massive tongue. Apparently, the poor creature had been made for fucking and fighting – and both elements had been exaggerated in wild proportions. His muscular six pack flexed, tensing dramatically, giving Laly a perfect view of impossible muscular control and dexterity above the flat furry plate of his lower stomach, before diverging into that…thing.<br/><br/>Crest turned, looking around and, seeing his capsule, reached down to touch the metal. “H…h…hoo…Hooome,” he said, stretching the word out. At his touch, the capsule ignited with brief – sparkling color as the runes coating it simultaneously ignited and…the capsule vanished. Crest sank to his knees and screamed.<br/><br/>“No!!! No go home!!! NO HOME GO!!!” He floundered about in the dimple that had been his grow-tube for however many years he’d been imprisoned for all of ten seconds before he stood, dried his eyes, and resumed staring at something calming.<br/><br/>Laly’s breasts.<br/><br/>"Why cover lady?" He asked, curiously, leaning scandalously close to observe her cleavage.