Lucy is home - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/10/479
Log
It is hat and breezy in the marketplace of Firmament today. The early morning bustle of the market has calmed to a more sedate pace, though merchants still call out their wares, fanning themselves in the shade of their stalls and tents. One in particular stands out. A coyote dressed in a suit of unusual cut and patterned in red and white stripes just like the gaudy tent behind him stands on a little soap box with his wide brimmed hat tipped back.
"Are you ready for a change, ladies and gentlemen?" he calls out to passing beings, "Want to fit in that dress again? Tired of shedding fur? Want to see how the other half lives? The Amazing Fleshcrafter can do it all and more!"
Lucas walked alongside the Good, her lord, Pontius. He wore a dress, his clothes and overall appearance very much making him look like a woman as he walked with the hippo, hands both clinging to his arms as he looked about. His eyes quietly searched the marketplace with concern. His posture straightened and he smiled wide, his long rudder-like tail turning to the hippo's leg to stroke up the back of it. "My lord? I there was a reason I asked you to come with me today. I... over here. There's something I wanted to ask you," he said, leading the Good to the coyote. He looked at tent as they approached then Pontius. "Sir, I want to fleshcraft myself. Be a proper woman as your consort, maybe... even give you an heir. I-if it's quite alright with... with you?" His voice was trembling, even his body shook a little, but he gripped onto Pontius's arm tightly, eyes watching the royal with excitement.
Pontius saunters along slowly with his cross-dressing escort and allows himself to be led by the much smaller being. When he finds himself in front of the fleshcrafter's tent and hears Lucas's request he can only stare in dumb silence for a moment.
"Are you sure about this, my dear?" the hippo asks, while the coyote hawker perks his ears in interest, "Don't feel you have to do this for me! It is not as though I need any sort of legacy! As much as I enjoy my standing as a member of the Good family, I am so far from the throne that it is not much of a title." He considers the effeminate otter and runs a thick finger down his cheek. "But I like to see you happy," he says with a smile, "Would this make you happy?"
Lucas's fset stand close together, his hands gripping tightly onto the Good's arms. He looks down for a moment and takes a breath then looks back up, drawing himself closer to Pontius. "It's not for you alone my lord. I'm at my happiest when I'm... like this, in a dress, pretending to be something I'm not. I feel more whole like this, but... even looking like this I know I'm not that, and I can't be, unless I do... this." He looks back to the tent and then to the Good, smiling. "I've always wanted to be a mother, and this... it'll let me be that. And you sir-" His head turns, pressing into the finger rubbing at his cheek. "You've done so much for me and you mean so very much to me too. I want to do this, for you and me both, if you'll allow it."
"Of course!" Pontius says, taking Lucas by the hand, "You will have whatever you wish!" His grin spreads, huge across his face, "Anything for my woman!"
That is all the cue that the coyote needs. He is at Pontius's elbow in an instant, rubbing his hands together. "And how can I help this loving couple today?" he asks with a predator's grin, steering the pair toward his tent, "Interspecies woes got you down? Never fear! The amazing fleshcrafter can solve your problems in a jiffy! Five tiny ounces of lunar dust is all that stands between you and your happily ever after!" It is obvious that he does not really understand the situation, but he is making a sale as best he knows how.
Lucas smiles wide and stands on the tips of his toes, kissing the good on the cheek. "Thank you my lord. It means so much to me," he said delightfully, leaning against the larger being as they approached the tent closer. His fur bristled as they approached, the coyote's sale pitch making h is heart race. "I... I need to become... oh, how do I word this? A proper mate for my lord here, good sir. I want to give him an heir. So I need to be like him and... um, oh dear... of a more appropriate gender I guess you could say." He draws a hand from the Good's arm to press it against his cheek, head turning to hide his face against the Good's arm. "Creators, this is all so devilishly awkward."
Pontius pats Lucas gently on the head and leads him into the striped tent after the coyote.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, my friend!" the coyote says, still grinning, "I understand completely! You just tell us what you want and the amazing fleshcrafter can do it! You are far from the first man in a dress I have seen walk through that tent flap!"
The inside of the tent is open and spacious with a tall mirror set up on one side and a smaller tent off to the other, apparently concealing the actual workings of this amazing fleshcrafter. A large, heavyset mole sits at a control panel sticking out of the side of the inner tent, and he looks up as the trio enters.
"You just tell Monty and me exactly what you want, and we can give it to you," the coyote promises, "No detail is too big or too small!"
Lucas nods his head, smiling slightly as they walk into the tent. He looks over the machine then back to his lord. "What do you want my lord? If they can make me into a woman then that'll make me happier than I ever thought I could be, but I am your consort. I am more than happy to let them shape my body to your whims." His tail sways from side to side as his excitement builds, standing up straighter and pulling himself towards the Good. "I'll admit I've got a few thoughts, but if you have any requests I am all ears. I do want to make you happy as much as this will make me happy."
Pontius only smiles down at his little otter escort. "Whatever makes you happy makes me happy, my dear," he says, though he reaches down and gives the otter a little pinch on the rear, "You just don't lose those lovely curves, hmm? And I look forward to being pleasantly surprised." The hippo then steps away to let Lucas talk to the coyote, looking over himself in the mirror and adusting his well cut outfit. Have to look good for the new lady in town, after all.
The otter smiles and nods, giving Pontius another kiss on the cheek before the pinch draws a squeak from him. Lucas giggles and nods at his lord before drawing away. He looks over the machine, hands crossed over one another in his lap. He swallows nervously but looks back to the coyote and straightens his posture. "So, what can you do to me sir? Color of my skin, hair, eyes, are there limitations?" He looks back at the Good, then returns his gaze to the Coyote. "Could you make me taller if it's what I wanted?"
"Tall, short, fat, skinny, pink, green, petite or positively bovine!" the coyote says, "If you can dream it, the AMAZING fleshcrafter can do it! You want florescent blue hair that goes to your ankles? We can do that! You want your lover's picture drawn out on your left buttcheek? We can do that! Taller is easy as pie!"
