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[ninetoes]

"He said to make you feel welcome," Izzy replies. British. The tone is low and smoky. He casts another appraising once over. It's a hell of a shock, but her form isn't displeasing. Just new. Interesting, even. And the threat of what might happen if he rejects her is far too strong to find out.

"But I had the feeling that's what he meant, yes."

[unlucky7]

A small snort escapes as Ginia's ears pin back slightly. Blackbeard had mentioned Izzy would do whatever she told him to. She's definitely not against bullying people around, but that takes a degree more of familiarity. What she's not into is anyone giving sexual service out of some obligation or order without being into it.

"Are you interested in the idea? If you aren't I'll yell at Blackbeard and get him off your back."

Sorry for the delay I’ve been away with work!

[ninetoes]

Izzy snorts at the concept. The audacity that this woman can yell at Edward and get away with it is stunning. He’s the only brat allowed to get away with that, but also? He’d very much like to see it happen.

“I’m interested,” he answers instead. Getting Blackbeard ‘off his back’ is not a thing that will ever happen. Nor does he want it to, really. They are far too tragically codependent for that.

“But I’ve never-“ a small, lost gesture at her form.

“He didn’t say you were a horse.”

No worries at all!

[unlucky7]

Ginia huffs. Her ears tick forward at him and flicker slightly.

"And he didn't say you were a cock so I think we're even there."

Monster week. So it goes. Though Ginia can't fault him for any kind of reluctance either. Granted, she dove headfirst into monster fucking and she was more the monster in most cases, but it was an idea she had to work through on her own.

"If it's any consolation, I'm only part horse and this is temporary. I'm fully human outside of transformation periods. It's also not like I'm a... full horse. More satyr?" Only two horse legs! Upright! Though it still doesn't change the fact her whole appearance is definitely far from the norm. "If it helps, my vagina is in the same place."

[ninetoes]

In all honesty it isn't that different from Stede in his transformation. Not that Izzy has indulged, but he knows Edward certainly has, maybe even currently, and it is definitely possible. Also, she has a fair point. He is a fuckin' cock. They're even.

His eye twitches at the word vagina. He doesn't mean to. What a word.

Izzy smooths his hands down his shirt front, pausing on his left chest where a covered tattoo is humming with arousal. It's really not so bad. She is perfectly pleasing and he supposes he should count this as a gift from his captain.

"Shall we, then?" he gestures to the small staircase leading under deck.

"Unless up here would be more comfortable? It's quite close quarters."

[unlucky7]

Ginia considers the options. Exhibitionism isn't really her thing, though she can understand the appeal of it. Going below deck is probably better for privacy. While she's not claustrophobic either, something about the salty air feels better. Probably something to do with a form that leans more aquatic.

"Here is fine." It's unlikely anyone else is going to come aboard; if anyone does, it's their fault. Any noise will be either from Izzy or their bodies slapping along.

On the topic of their bodies, Ginia takes his wings and tail into consideration in combination with the protrusions down her spine. Neither lend themselves to laying down on the deck. "Would sitting up be more comfortable for you? I can ride you with my legs around your waist."

[ninetoes]

My god there are so many logistics involved in this creature week nonsense.

“I’ll find my way. Come here, lovely.”

Izzy agrees outside is best and holds out his hand. Come down here with him onto the private quarterdeck. It’s open to the sea but away from the rest of the ship from that perspective. There are loungers and a padded bench, or standing he could take her from behind. It’s all a bit impersonal but now he’s challenged by the happening he doesn’t want to find himself a failure. It would be an embarrassment he could not shoulder.

He gives a thin smile, trying his best to act the gentleman he isn’t. Izzy knows his way around a woman and really that’s what she is. Hindquarters and all. It will be fine.

[unlucky7]

Ginia takes his hand to help with her balance and follows after him. There's no sudden rush of emotions, but her feelings of deep arousal and gratitude are plain enough in the burgeoning sync. Showing too much of her emotions—or any, for that matter—feels contradictory to the training pressed into her for all her life. She is an operative, she does not make a scene, she gets the job done, and only shows exactly what she needs people to know. If getting used to the empathy link of Synchrony has made her soft, that's her burden to bear.Right now she's too horny to truly care or show much else.

There's no shyness at all as she sits on the edge of the padded bench and pulls her sundress off. Her broad shoulders and strong arms were already on display with the flimsy nature of her dress, but the strength carries into her toned stomach and through her strong legs. There's no shame at all as she spreads her legs and leans back invitingly, expression coy.

"On your knees. Eat me out. Prove you can pleasure me and deserve plunging your dick into me."