Heartthrob [closed]

Ivory's ears flicked back with surprise at Anniken's sensually painted tone, then she began prancing around on all fours as the female assaulted her hump. Incapable of replying, Ivory would suddenly shift, her body morphing into the slender female it originated from, until the other woman was simply straddling her belly. She shoved Anniken with her palms then, attempting to be dismounted, "Off me, you fiend!" Albeit, despite the apparent rough defensiveness, Ivory had an equally snow-toned smile, smirking with evident amusement at the other's equal ridiculousness. It was a wonder how they ever got anywhere, honestly.

"You're a downright perv, Anni." Ivory watched with mild amusement as the Godfather rolled down the sand dune, collecting it's heated components along the way and dirtying her attire and hair. She pounced after her, steadied on two feet as she let gravity pull her down the dune, sliding through it's warm grain. "What are you talking about? You were supposed to pack the materials, I was just gonna be your ride." As her slide caught her up, she kicked a bit of sand onto the females hands which were planted to the ground, "But I'm sure we could improvise." And though her smirk was straddled with reflective sensuality, she had another idea entirely in mind.

Suuuch a pervert, indeed. Ivory didn't mind the Godfather's lewdness, however, she found it humorously attractive even if she often responded with trollishness. She rolled her golden hues, though, at the female's supposed announcement of innocence, knowing full well that Anniken was far from celibacy. "First time my ass." Nonetheless, she couldn't deny the cuteness of it, especially as her dual colored tail swayed too and fro - a reminder that she had yet to summon her typical partial take over to match. But for now, that would have to wait.

Before Anniken could finish off her inappropriate banter, Ivory had leap toward her, morphing into the black beast that was Mercy's dog, aiming to tackle the other into the sand and give her face a good tongue lashing. "Lotion" in the form of canine saliva, wonderful, eh? She thought so!

Overwhelmed with the canineness of her form, Ivory could only feel joy as her ear was nipped, her bushy tail wildly flailing behind her. She nipped back, playfully grabbing the other's equally canid ear and tugging on it, gently but with a hint of doggish roughness. Some growl issued from her throat, as well, before she released the ear and threw her tongue across the girl's chest, animalistically pleased by the taste of salt within the sweat collection there. Inwardly, she knew that licking such an area in human form was much less innocent than it was in dog form, which was partially the reason she did it. Though the only sign that she did it out of inappropriateness was that she suddenly pushed her paws away afterwards, sending herself off the female, to do a playful spin in the dirt, her tail wagging with a playful tease as she pounced at the sand, daring the other to come at her.

In the corner of her eye, she noted an odd movement in the sand within the distance, but mindfully disregarded it, her take-over's simplistic soul getting the best of her. After all, it could of just been a mirage.

To her quiet dismay, Anniken also caught sight of the movement, but it was also fortunate as it pulled Ivory away from the animal's mentality and toward her more human rationality. With a quick bark at the churning sand in the distance, Ivory would casually shift back to her bi-pedal physique. Sometimes she found it uncanny how much her mentality could change from form to form, but she was used to the sudden mood shifts after more than a decade of manipulating them. With a more serious note now ringing in her mind, she'd give Anniken a light shrug, "I suppose you're right, boss lady."

As her humanity took root, a quiet moment of solemnness followed her as she recalled what they were out here for. Despite Anniken's apparent wellbeing, the Godfather wasn't exactly well. As some playfulness left her tone, she issued a sincere, "Do you need me to carry you some more?" Anniken didn't like to show it, but she knew the woman's heart sometimes left her straddled with fatigue, and given the severity of heat pounding upon them, she wouldn't be surprised if that were the case now.

She felt her mien drift with a bit of disappointment, though it was more so aimed at the cigarette that was pulled out than at the fact of no longer needing to be the woman's mount. Or, perhaps a tinge of both. She rolled her eyes, casually swishing away the billowing smoke that gravitated toward her, "No thanks, dweeb. I happen to have endless stamina, didn't you know? Perks of being a take-over mage." Even if that statement wasn't necessarily one-hundred percent true, it was true enough for now, and it issued a wink from her, knowing her companion would take it out of context.

With the signs of their destination reflecting in her sunny orbs, Ivory turned her attention forward. Did this place really have a pharmacy of sorts within it? If they had been misinformed.. I'll kick his ass. She grunted preemptively, intentionally bumping against Anniken as she did so, "Is your informant even reliable? This doesn't exactly look promising."