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Writing prompt: skin

StillStunned said:
Who says Ulion was the good guy? Or whether there even was a good guy? (For me, westerns - even sci-fi westerns - are a genre best suited to grimdark, shades of gritty grey, no white hats without at least a few bloodstains.)
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I'm pretty sure they are scored and separated lovers 😍
 
StillStunned said:
Who says Ulion was the good guy? Or whether there even was a good guy? (For me, westerns - even sci-fi westerns - are a genre best suited to grimdark, shades of gritty grey, no white hats without at least a few bloodstains.)
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By my pretty floral bonnet, I agree 😊
 
I’m gonna have to write a SKYN®-themed story to get this back on track… 🙄
 
All right, try to get it back on track. Feather time!

I'm stringing together sections from Once You Go Anthro Ch.03: Tainá, since they're spread out over a few pages.

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When I turned back, I took stock of [Tainá]. Short, vibrant, almost-neon green feathers ran from her forehead to her beak, down to her cheeks. Her throat had blue-purple feathers that shifted to a more brilliant baby blue from the top of her chest down into the depths of her floral print dress--a muted green with brightly colored flowers adorning it. The back of her dress stuck out a bit, long black tail feathers pointed toward the floor.

Her arms were covered in slightly longer feathers, black as night, the same color as the top and sides of her head, and everywhere else I could see that wasn't a brilliant splash of color. Her beak was a glossy black, short, the upper part with a gentle curve ending with a slightly sharp tip. Her eyes were yellow rings around large, dark pupils.

[....]

Her feathers felt very different from skin and fur, but also not too dissimilar. The fine strands felt a bit like fur, light, soft, but also firm in a way that kept their shape. She smelled almost leafy, sweet, with a faint floral musk--probably somewhat like a rainforest.

[...]

She [...] grabbed the hem of her dress and started to lift. Slowly. The bright baby blue of her feathers extended up her thighs, slightly shorter with little wisps at the edges. Then, the plain white of her panties came into view, a faint damp spot barely visible in the light.

She continued to reveal herself, more bright blue feathers along her belly, black along her sides. Her dress rose higher, showing off her baby blue chest, no nipples visible. Then, with a deft motion, she flicked it up, tossed it off, and stood before me in all her brilliant colors.

"Think you missed a couple things," I teased.

"Maybe someone needs to help me," she chirped.

My legs propelled me forward before my brain caught up. I cupped her chest, not really sure what I would find, sliding my fingers under her feathers. She shivered and grabbed my ass, pulling us tight as I finally found her nipples--hidden under her feathers. They were small, stiff, her breasts tiny and firm as I palmed them.

"Hope you're not a tit man," she chuckled.

"Tits? I'm definitely more of a tanager man."

She cocked her head, then laughed. "The birds. Ai. Very good."

[....]

My hands slid down her body, gliding over the soft glossy clouds of her feathers, until they reached her panties. One of her hands grabbed my wrist.

[...]

I slowly worked her panties down, until they fell of their own accord and she hopped and flicked them away. I ran a hand up her thigh against the grain of her feathers, which grew more downy the farther up I slid, feeling the smooth elastic of her skin and the hollow shaft connecting the two. As my fingers drew near, her breathing quickened, little cheeps popping out as she rested her head against my chest, nuzzling me.

Finally, my fingers slid between her legs and cupped her mound. She was cooler than I was expecting, a mild warmth instead of the blazing heat of my previous two partners. Soft, downy feathers gave way to smooth skin toward the center [...]

[...]

I rolled onto my back, shaft an eager flagstaff. She climbed on top of me, swinging a leg over my chest, tail feathers flagging. I jerked back in surprise.

Her ass was a brilliant red in a cloud of black. Same downy feathers as her thighs, soft, inviting. I grabbed both cheeks and ran my fingers under her feathers, making her shudder as her talons dug into my thighs.

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Paradise tanagers are such pretty birds 😁

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EmilyMiller said:
Yeah - less flaying, more playing and laying…
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Actually, I have a decent idea...

~~~

Jason was thinking about work again, Diana could see it in his eyes. Or maybe it was the kids. Or finances. Or... Or... Or... It never ended.

She smiled fondly at his blank expression; he was facing her at the dinner table, but he simply wasn't there. He was good to her, so giving of his time and energy, but it was hard to break him out of his head. Thankfully, she had an idea, and enough energy today to give it a try.

That night, after they'd gotten the kids down, as he sat in bed scribbling on his phone -- notes for a story? -- she came up behind him. Wrapped her arms around him. Unbuttoned his shirt. He hardly noticed as she stripped him half-naked. Hardly noticed as she turned the lights down low.

He definitely noticed when she blindfolded him and stole his phone from his hands, setting it on the bedside table.

He gave a guilty sigh. "Di, I don't know if I'm up for-"

"Shhh. Get out of your head."

"Easier said than done."

"I'm aware. Shhh."

Jason finally noticed his shirtlessness as she ran gentle fingers across his back. Breath across his neck. She ran her fingers down his hairy arms, just teasing, forcing him back into his body. That big brain ran all day long, but Diana knew what it was to be one, both mind and body. He needed something more somatic, more sensory, to feel that same wholeness. So she caressed his arms, his hands, his back, watching goosebumps course over his skin in waves, the light just bright enough to see.

The helpless groan that poured from his lips was delicious. She reached slowly around, fingers over his ribs, his belly, up to his hairy chest, circling his already-hard, ridiculously sensitive nipples. He whimpered like a dog, and she buried her laughter in a gentle bite on his shoulder.

She didn't even have to look to see the tent in his lounge shorts, already throbbing. He was too easy, sometimes. Always so sure he couldn't get out of his head, and Diana thought it was fun to prove him wrong. Besides, his torment wasn't even close to complete; she hadn't brought out the lotion. Or the rope. Or the wax. Jason was in for several hours of enforced mind-body wholeness. He'd probably cum at a single touch, when she finally worked her way around to it.

The anticipation was delicious.
 
My first story here was Full Moon Mischief. It is in Exhibitionist&Voyeur, but it includes a number of paragraphs that are more about feeling than watching and being watched:



Upstairs in my little flat I kicked off my shoes as soon as I closed the door. My fingers almost tore at the buttons of my uniform and I shrugged out of it just as I stepped into the bathroom. A shower, brush my teeth, feel clean after twelve hours of waiting tables.

My knickers fell to the floor, and I kicked them into the corner as I undid my bra. Even in my mid-thirties this could still be tricky, particularly after a long day. I remembered teasing my first boyfriend for fumbling, one-handed, breathless, almost cumming inside his shorts with anticipation.

That memory – and the memory of similar times, with other fumbling hands, other burning kisses – kept me under the shower longer than I’d intended. I kept the water just the right side of freezing until my skin glowed. The day’s tension washed away and disappeared down the drain. By the time I turned off the tap I was filled with the full moon’s energy.

I took my time drying off. A thick fluffy towel to rub my glowing skin. A thick rosemary oil to make it shine and press the last tiredness from my muscles. A silk gown to wrap around my body while I pampered my feet, the day’s hardest workers.

It was dark outside when I finally made it into the living room. The silk was soft on my skin as I flicked on the light and stepped towards the kitchen area. Open plan, with a large island that held the sink and work space. The fridge yielded a cold bottle of wine. There was a salad, too, but I’d eaten at work. Besides, with the mood I was in, I wanted to feel a buzz.
 
We lay as we often lay, in the peace of the afternoon, upstairs, quiet here though the traffic constantly passed in the street and the customers could be heard below. The main bar held another chandelier like the one up here, and people sometimes commented on how the drops threw rainbows across the old dark wood, the chairs, occasionally lighting up clothing as someone moved or sat. It was all bustle down there, and the images were constantly being interrupted and scattered.

Here as we lay, my shift below to start in an hour, we could watch it in peace. The rainbows moved, as the earth moved, as the sun's angle progressed like a calm clock hand, only here on the bed we could watch it in absorption, letting the little rainbow light now an upper arm, now a bump of clavicle, an upper breast, spread across it like bright ink freshly applied, then evanescing. Another part of the skin lit up.

At many times two or many drops were refracting at once, hitting me or you in several places; if we put our fingers there to trace it, it was now our fingers iridescing, not the shadowed skin below. We would watch the sun's light drift off fingers onto softer skin, again, and release the fingers and watch that smooth skin colouring. And there you kissed me, and licked me, as if it was colour that might come off onto your tongue.

And once, do you remember? We thought we could capture it. We brought a child's paint box with us, to our love nest above the bar room, a little glass of water, we waited, we watched the glass drops refract rainbows onto my naked skin, vermilion and pink, grass-green and amber, azure and indigo and all. Green, you tried green. You made strokes of green upon my skin. Do you remember? I let it dry and wore it under my clothes when I was serving on my shift. But we could never capture what the sun in glass did to my skin.
 
Scales this time! From the Once You Go Anthro Ch 06: Slyss/Vim that should be posted shortly. Vim's a gold dust day geck who's also a heavy metal bassist, and her wife Slyss is an emerald skink — glossy eye candy. 🥰

Same as the tanager, it's taken from a few different sections.

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The gecko from The Monarch Club had her arms crossed, head cocked. [Vim] was wearing a simple white tank top and black boxer briefs. Unlike Slyss, she had none of the glossiness, her scales instead mostly a matte olive green on her face and sides, while her underbelly was pale cream. There were three dull red stripes across her snout and head, one running between her dark amber eyes, which now surveyed me and her wife.

[...]

As she shook [my hand], I noticed the navy blue coloring of her hand, the gradient fading partway up her arm into the green scales, with darker spots along her arm. Her fingers were surprisingly smooth, almost velvety, kinda tickling my skin. I’d half expected them to stick, but they didn’t. Contrasted with Slyss’s prickly claws, nearly uniform color, and glossy shine, they were about as different a type of lizard as I could expect.

[...]

I made short work of [Vim's] tank, pulling it up and over, exposing her to me. She had a sleeker frame than her wife, modest breasts capped with cream-tinted nipples, slightly darker than her underside. The scales of her underside were more like traditional reptilian scales, overlapping plates, compared to the almost velvety bumps of her sides and face. I also noticed gold-speckled bumps on her shoulders, down her back. The ring of flesh around her eye, along the top, was turquoise, almost like built-in eye shadow.

It seemed like her color had brightened a little — the reds a bit rosier, the greens more verdant. No wonder Slyss was jealous. Vim’s mood-sensitive coloration was very cool.

I ran my hand down her neck, sliding over her chest. Like Slyss, she was much cooler than anyone I was used to touching, though that same warm glass feel. Her nipples were already hardening as my hand brushed over one. I cupped her breast, letting my thumb play over her peak. Less of the give and squish of her wife’s chest, firm yet supple.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said as I ran my other hand over her hip.

She snorted even as she pushed her chest into my hand. “So everyone keeps telling me.”

[...]

She let out a soft chirp as she ran her fingers through my hair, her other hand mirroring mine and slipping into my boxers. Her fingers squished and caught on my butt, a sudden sticky grip as she massaged my cheek.

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She gets more "fired up" (gecko coloration shifts based on "mood") as the scene progresses and things get hot and heavy, but that's mayhaps a bit too graphic for here, so we'll just leave you all with this 😁

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"There's more than one way to skin a cat," he said with a hissing laugh as he reached out.

Thirty seconds later, he was trying to stanch the blood that streamed from deep scratches on his hands, all the way up his arms and even on his cheeks and forehead. The cat glared at him for a moment from on top of the bookcase before beginning to wash herself.
 
StillStunned said:
"There's more than one way to skin a cat," he said with a hissing laugh as he reached out.

Thirty seconds later, he was trying to stanch the blood that streamed from deep scratches on his hands, all the way up his arms and even on his cheeks and forehead. The cat glared at him for a moment from on top of the bookcase before beginning to wash herself.
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I guess the guy hadn't heard the old cat expression: *meow* *rraa* *purr* *hack* Which, loosely translated: "There are infinite ways to skin a human."
 
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