Shape's vehicle parks again into the lot, coming off from the highway. And he opens the door beside him, with the vehicle's lights left on, and stumbles out, putting a hand on his tummy. "Anya? Anya?" He says, glancing into the woods. He might honk the horn if needed.
A small display of floating, glowy orbs pull Shape's attention to a nearby tree, where Anya's perched on a branch and waving. He glides down and then reappears as a larger self, partially concealed behind a bush.
Shape smiles. "Oh, I knew you'd be here. Awesome. Well, I'm really full, I ate like two whole meals actually. So let's get in the car, what are we waiting for?" He walks over to take Anya's human-sized hand and, despite Anya's nakedness, take her into the driver's side seat with him.
As the car is freshly driven, it's a fair bit warmer than last time inside. Taking perch on Shape's lap, she leans in and hums delightfully. "You're baaack~ That's a lot of food! I hope it was good for you." She shifts and kisses on the chin.
"It was pretty good. Ate like a large burger and fries and a large chicken salad. But anyway." He returns a kiss on Anya's nose, and then he squeezes Anya's waist with his hands. He'd like to touch her butt, too, sometime. And, for now, he finds now kissing the pink forest creature on the lips suitable. He closes his eyes and lets the moment hang for more than one of these kisses.
The fairy simply chimes in a small "bubger", then reciprocates kissing and indulges in the moment. His body doesn't hesitate in seeking close, pressed in very eagerly against Shape. It's a loving, hungry bit of affection, and with each kiss and moment the fairy wants less to leave the ShapeShifter's side. "Imagine if you didn't get yourself terribly hexed by doing, well, whatever you were doing. We wouldn't have this."
Shape gasps from one of the especially hungry kisses from Anya, and he says in a sultry way, "Yeah. I don't even want to think about that. All that matters is we do have this... I have you." He commits to a few more demonstrations of physical affection, running his hand along Anya's bare bottom and even removing his own shirt. And then he says, "Oh, I think I might be getting ahead of myself, shouldn't I transform for you too? Did you come up with any ideas?" He smiles and squeezes her butt.
The more eager touches elicit some pleased sounds from the fairy, and she leans into Shape's bare chest once available. "Say, for simplicity's sake since it's someone we both know recently, you should try looking like the gal at the gas station. It'd be a curious look on you, hehe." She moans just gently, playfully at the squeeze, wiggling the butt.
He says, "Oh, I'd absolutely love to be her for you. I actually haven't tried being someone like her in a while, too. And I also sort of thought she was cute. So, give me a moment and maybe a little space~." He plays with Anya with another squeeze and short succession of kisses across her face, and then he scoots back on his seat, creating some distance from Anya. He closes his eyes and a cloud of beige sand starts to encompass the ShapeShifter, even scattering a bit on Anya, but it all magnetizes to Shape in the end. Shape's height is dramatically reduced in the blur to that of the woman's, and his profile becomes just as slim. Maybe even somewhat generically pretty, if either of them dare admit. Shape's clothes are replaced with tattered blue jeans and a dark shirt with a band's stencil, and instead of a belt there's some kind of metal chain with little loops. She has some tattoos of broken hearts and flowers at different stages of life and death crawling up her right arm, and she has three piercings on her ear. And her lips are completely black. She's a couple years younger than Shape just was biologically. The last of the magical whirlwind settles into Shape, and she's left blushing. "There'll be more time for me to be male later. Say hello to rebellious, cool Lady Shape~."
Anya ends up hovering slightly away from Shape as this goes on, and then slowly settles back down into the lap. "How fascinating, you look just like her. Try not to go in there, they'll surely put you behind the counter for another few hours!" The fairy is a bit more blushy when she leans in for another quick kiss, somewhat taken by the fact that a small part of her brain feels like he's kissing a complete stranger. "Silly Lady Shape. You just took your shirt off. Why are you wearing a new one? Is that a bad girl thing to do~?" A hand presses against the now more full chest for emphasis.
She says, "Yeah, in retrospect making out in the parking lot of a stranger's work place is just a bit scandalous. Oh well." Shape hums and indulges on more full kisses despite the change, and she plays more with Anya's butt and thigh. She giggles and says, "That was part of the package. But I don't see why I should keep wearing it now, good point~." She lifts her band shirt over her black hair. "Clothes are quite stylish though, you should try them sometime."
"I do suppose I could, the forest just doesn't often offer references or inspiration~" The freshly revealed chest gets a pair of almost just curious hands on them. Testing, to see how well the shapeshifting imitates nature. "Do you have a sense for how people's bodies are like, or do you make an educated guess? I assume you've probably never seen her nakey."
"Oh, I dunno, I think there's plenty of outfits that imitate nature. Like dresses with flowers on them. But, well, you look great naked too, don't get me wrong." She sighs out in comfort, and she flutters her eyelashes. She feels out Anya for her fairy clit, and she weighs two fingers on it. "Yeah, if I have good enough mental image of the appearance of someone it's less guesswork and more the DNA of the person filling out the gaps. Like their genetic code becomes part of the change in those understood cases, at least probably... All I know is I'm not trying to guess what these breasts looked like. In less understood cases, though, I will just have to guess. Anyway." Her fingers tease the fairy.
There's a small little squeak from Anya, and she presses her face in. She knew things were headed that way but Shape doesn't seem to have that much time for hesitation. The fairy's face is adorably pink as he presses it against shape's shoulder, and mumbles. "Please... I need it, I need you. The forest can sometimes be a bit of a lonely place, y'know?" Her breath is warm and heavy, and he squirms a bit.
She stares at the fairy below her in some amount of wonder. Nobody's ever been this forward and professing to her; it's always the other way around. She smiles and continues to tempt the possibility of fingering him. She keeps Anya snug, and she nuzzles into the pink hair. "I need you too. I've been so lonely too in that bland, heartless city... Do you really like me? Because I love you, Anya. And I'm going to be so sad when I go back." She slides one digit slowly inside of Anya.
There's a slightly radiant warmth in Shape's arms, presumably that's just natural for an aroused fairy though. Hopefully. "You're so good to me, my heart aches to kiss you, It's been so little time but I have fallen for you. And right now, my body and senses long for exactly- A-ah~! That..." The slit is very receptive, having grown quite waiting from just the while of closeness in the car. "I almost want you to simply stay but... That isn't very feasible I suppose."
"Eating at the restaurant earlier, I was having a bit of fantasies about the near future, and I had just the idea that might let me stay with you in the forest with only the occasional need to go to the civilized—erm, human, world... Would that be all right, Anya, love?" She presses her finger further into the forest fairy and with less hesitation. "I've fallen for you too, my hero. How truly generous you are—how warm and honest."
Anya's hips shuffle about needily in Shape's lap, and more warm moans escape him. "How mean of you to make such propositions when I'm so affected by you, but do go on..." The nuzzles shift from the shoulder and over to Shape's neck, and a few loving kisses find their way there. His insides are warm, damp, eager for more.
Her goth, pale face demonstrates a hue of pink with grace. She says, "I'll gather my important belongings and I'll camp out under your tree. I can get a very nice camping set, and like a cooler, I'll learn how to live like that." And, in the meantime, she joins another finger in pumping in and out of his pussy. "It'd be worth it for you. And I would still be able to go get groceries and like your chocolate bars sometimes."
"It could... Ahn.... Certainly be worth a try... Please, I j-just want more of you in my life." The nuzzling into the neck gets more firm as Shape's fingers set a deep warmth into Anya's body. "Nh, god... You've certainly done this before, haven't you?" There's a slight magical tingle that passes through Shape's fingers. It's truly a very mystical and powerful being that the fingers are currently inside.
Shape can sense the magic is nothing short of the fairy's usual. She's beginning to find great comfort in sharing space with it. She hums, and she says with narrowing eyes, "I want more of you in mine, too, Anya. I really, really look forward to it. We'll have so much fun, cuddling, and sex... I have done this before, but never with someone as beautiful and understanding as you. I'd like to, for once, not think about the past?" She kisses Anya on her hair and forehead, and she streamlines her dormant hand across Anya's arching back.
Anya nods, and whispers a very small 'sorry'. He's a tad surprised that Shape's so direct about this probably becoming a recurring thing when they're together, but. Well. She's not wrong. They definitely would fuck more. He reaches his arms around Shape's neck, and presses close eagerly. Chest to chest, fairy to shapeshifter. A fast, excited and aroused breath interspersed with increasingly heavy moans. Shape's fingers and parts of the hand are now generously slick.
Shape encourages a moan out of her own lips in response to Anya's moans and their contacting chests. She nuzzles the fairy's small arms with her cheek and chin, and she paces along the fingering fast and steady. She puts her free hand over her pink lips. "Let's savor this, Hero. I love you; I feel so alive." Anya, even if elevated beyond human sexual limitations, crawls to a chaotic climax. The glow is visible from outside the car.
With a mostly lust-filled mind, Anya nuzzles into the hand and then takes her lips around one of the fingers, nibbling and licking it. She gasps past it, and his hips are swaying into the motion of the fingers now. "God... I'm going to... Soon... Please, no one has made me feel like this in a while, Thank you..." It truly isn't much left, delicate little noises in between the heavier sighs and moans. The magical stimulation is a vaguely perceivable buzz at this point - It's surprising how potent one small being of the woods can be.
She stares into his eyes and giggles at his play with her fingers in front of their faces. And she pushes deeper sometimes inside the fairy, past Anya's comfortable region. It's never too far or too long—merely casual limit-testing that Shape gauges with fairy noises and expressions. Anya's stimulation and thoughts crawl all across her body as if they are lively little ants, and she finally falls over her tall edge—she orgasms, writhing and writhing, her potent aura coming off in tangible, energized bursts that only serve to liven Shape and the scene.
The depth of the fairy seem more receptive than one would expect, not showing much resistance as Shape pushes deeper. Anya progresses through a range of sounds before finally a long, whiny plea accompanies her exit, body trembling against her newfound lover, fairy glow glistening on and around them, thighs clamping against Shape's lap as the peak of bodily tension is passed over. And soon enough, the fairy sinks together, breaths slightly longer with each pass.
"Oh, god..."
She leaves her fingers inside of Anya for even some minutes before receding them. Shape's tattered jeans smell of sex. She licks her finger, blinks, and then rubs off the rest of the fairy cum on her fingers against Anya's cheek. "You are so, so sexy and precious. I've never had someone make such adorable noises for me. I hope I've satisfied you sexually for now, fairy. If I remember anything about fairies it's that they can spring back quickly from this kind of thing, right?" She presses her face against Anya's.
"Do people say that about fairies, mmm? What very specific and odd things to have rumors about. But maybe there's some truth to it~. You'll find out soon enough." Anya nuzzles, ignoring that she's spreading the slickness on her cheek all over both of them. That's Shape's own fault. "For now, indeed, but who knows how long it'll suffice." Kiss.
"...Oh, yeah, to be clear I'm not saying fairies or you are like supposed to be whores or anything like that. In fact, yeah, I'm not sure why those rumors exist. Maybe I just need to stop hanging around the mean crowd for information like this, huh? Like I said earlier, you've been defying every expectation." Shape has little regard for the cum, and she kiss her lips again and again. She says, "Come on, babe, let's lower the seat."
"That's the joy of being a mystical being, people come in with the wildest preconceptions and I can play around with those if I feel like it." He pushes against Shape's chest, enjoying the thought of more lying down on top of her. Kisses get returned as eagerly. "Don't be gone too long when you arrange your supplies, okay? I'll miss you."
"Ah, see, that's one thing that was always true of fairies, though: you all definitely know how to be tricky. I could perhaps learn a thing or two from it. Seems fun." She pulls the lever beside the seat and the two of them recline backwards. Shape wraps both arms around Anya's lower back, and she closes her eyes. "I'll miss you too... I'll take only a couple days. I promise. I shouldn't have any much loose ends."
The fairy yawns, and settles on top of the ShapeShifter. "Remember to bring snacks. And give some thought to anything you could try to amuse Yarrow with. Don't want to make her feel like the rare genuine charity went to waste." He nuzzles and kisses into anywhere she can reach.
"Snacks it is... And honestly I'm a bit scared of Yarrow now that it's in the past, are you sure that I have to do that? She seems like she would genuinely hurt me if I upset her... In any case, what kind of stuff does she like? The human world has all kinds of stuff I could find her." She yawns. She's not used to laying down with this many piercings.
"Oh, she's not outright scary or evil, but it'd be good to reward her for well. Taking part in saving you. It doesn't have to be anything excessive but something that makes her feel special of sorts? And do remember that she lives in a swamp. She could store it in a tree or something if it's not outright immune to being submerged but it needs to last some time through humid outside climates."
"Right..." Shape sighs. "She did save my life too by extension of allowing us to get the necrolily. All right then, I guess I'll find something that makes her feel special, maybe a couple things. While I'm at it, I think I'll find something thematically appropriate as well for Ophelia. And I'll see what I have that you might like besides snacks."
The fairy mostly falls quiet, settling in. Coming down has probably made him sleepy.