pervyLexxi
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OOC: A girl is taken to the tidepools at the beach by her friends. They find an unsual starfish. They look at the mass of suction cups on the underside of the creature. "ewwww gross!" the girl exclaims. One of her friends teases her by holding the creatures by two of it's arms and waving it at her face. The girl runs, laughing and screaming down the beach. She trips. Her friends catches up with her. Laughing, the hold her down, on her back, and places the writhing starfish on her tummy.
IC: The little creature fastens all it's suction cups on the soft surface, glad at last, to be able to attach to something. Finally sure of it's footing, it releases some of it's suction cups on oneside of it's body, and then reaches out with the suction cups on the other side, to slide it's way across the now violently undulating terrain. The creature had never been on such a surface before. It is soft and warm, and perfumed. Something about it excites the little creature. It likes the way the surface moves and contracts underneath. It is as if the surface knows of it's presence, and is reponding to it's movements and intentions. It is like a ... a courtship, a mating dance.
The little creature sends out one of it's finger-like arms to explore. The surface immediately contracts at the point of contact, and the whole terrain rises. There is something else, a sound. It is like music. The create loves it. It moves, a little bolder, all five arms searching and exploring. as the mass of suction cups adjust and readjust underneath, fastening and releasing, like so many kisses on the soft surface.
There is a barrier. A material on, but not of, the surface. The creature pushes a finger under the edge of the material. Underneath, the surface rises upward, as if a hill. The terrain is really moving now. This is very interesting. The little creature continues to explore...
IC: The little creature fastens all it's suction cups on the soft surface, glad at last, to be able to attach to something. Finally sure of it's footing, it releases some of it's suction cups on oneside of it's body, and then reaches out with the suction cups on the other side, to slide it's way across the now violently undulating terrain. The creature had never been on such a surface before. It is soft and warm, and perfumed. Something about it excites the little creature. It likes the way the surface moves and contracts underneath. It is as if the surface knows of it's presence, and is reponding to it's movements and intentions. It is like a ... a courtship, a mating dance.
The little creature sends out one of it's finger-like arms to explore. The surface immediately contracts at the point of contact, and the whole terrain rises. There is something else, a sound. It is like music. The create loves it. It moves, a little bolder, all five arms searching and exploring. as the mass of suction cups adjust and readjust underneath, fastening and releasing, like so many kisses on the soft surface.
There is a barrier. A material on, but not of, the surface. The creature pushes a finger under the edge of the material. Underneath, the surface rises upward, as if a hill. The terrain is really moving now. This is very interesting. The little creature continues to explore...