<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d9/5e/74/d95e74b4f84e6e1b7385dbf3e651e596.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Peter Pan<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Little Flying Eagle, Pete/Petey<br/><strong>Location</strong>Training Chamber<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening: Two Months Ago<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Hanging upside down, with naught but a jaunty green cap with a red feather in it jammed on his head.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>El<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I still don't know what to do with it... I mean... I can kind of tell what you're doing, but... it takes more than one try to learn something, even for me! It doesn't matter how good you are, you think I didn't have to practice using a sword?"</strong>he states indignantly. She could call it a futa all she wanted, it still meant becoming a girl and that was... Peter Pan had already done a lot of strange things today but he was not going to become a girl! He groans in frustration as El grabbed onto him, feeling his will slipping a little, and then a moment later lets out an indignant yelp as his head is pushed forward onto El's stiff cock, making him gag briefly before he swallowed and allowed her to enter his throat as he tried to glare back at the traitorous black hands stretching out from the wall, holding his head down on crotch. El would be able to trace the hands back to the shadowy image of Peter's shadow  reaching out of the wall to shut up it's owner. When it 'meets' El's gaze she sees a white smile split open on the featureless shape as it lets go of Pete's head, it's hands retracting back into the wall to give her a thumbs up. Pete meanwhile sullenly swallows El deeper, giving her cock a squeeze with his throat before pulling back so she was in his mouth again, muttering around her cock-head as he sullenly licks and slurps at it.