* Echoen wonders if shi's here to peep, or here to meet!

blanchespr: You might have someone to meet there!  After all, hotsprings are a social encounter, aren't they?  :)

* Echoen wears the finest outfit a batty can to such a place - fur, with bits of swimwear here and there, little more concealing than tattoos. Shi has to look presentable for being social, right?

blanchespr: *The spring is one of the more reasonably-sized ones of the area.  Not so huge as to attract the rowdy summer-break crowd, but not so small as to seem neglected.  You get ushered in by a very friendly, very polite, kimono-garbed employee, who would be just right for the part... if she wasn't a red fox, most American and obviously on a summer job.  Still, bonus points for smile and attitude, right?  A short corridor leads to several springs, though with the quiet evening, most are marked unavailable to save on mainteance.  From the rest, one door's been left open.  There are splashing noises, sign of a presence.  And there, in the middle of a large bubbly spring, under the moonlight, is a white-furred creature with her back turned to you.  She's humming a tune to herself, only to
blanchespr: stop all of a sudden, her ears perking.  Her head spins to notice you--  "Gah!  Oh, you startled me.  I was kind of lost in my little world there.  Uh, come in!  Space for two, no worries!"  She's got the adorable face of a red panda, framed into a cascade of wavy dark auburn, nearly shining black hair pulled into a high ponytail.  Of the traditional black and russet however, there's just barely: some reddish coloration giving some details to her face, but the remainder of what's above the water is entirely white.  At least a foot and a half of backboob juts out either side, while her torso ends unexpectedly quickly, and you see but two or three inches of what's got to be the thickest thighs the world's ever seen.*

* Echoen provides extra 'bonus points' for the fox girl keeping a straight face even though the bat's swimsuit is 'jiggling' more than it should be - is it a strap or is it paint? The girl will get to ponder this while the batty proceeds further down towards hir destination - and pauses as shi arrives, drinking in the sight and sounds of the scene before hir. White as the pale moonlight, only candles lighting the rest. Hir own chocolate fur sort-of blends in with the shadows cast, but as shi steps into the natural light, the definitions become clearer - a muscular, feminine frame plumped with padding and curves. "Space for two in the tub, or in your little world? I'd like to be in both~" Shi trills as shi steps forward to meet you, sauntering into the bubbles step by step.

blanchespr: *The panda-girl lets away a chuckle.  "You're certainly dressed for the occasion." she remarks, quick with her wits.  She turns to face you, and it's one of the slowest, most ponderous turns.  She doesn't look like she's trying to tease, yet her body ends up doing it anyway, gradually revealing more of her assets to your eyes.  Those incredible, massive tits wear their own swimsuits - literally.  Wrapped around each huge globe is a red bikini top apiece, each cup supporting an areole - two for each breast! - so puffy that they've got to be D-cups in their own right.  The design seems more of a tantalizing and supporting one than anything made for concealment, and so her nipples are left free to display their entire six-inch length without restraint.  And barely an inch past her navel is a 
blanchespr: plump-looking sheath.  Apparently, she hadn't seen it fit to wear any bottoms.  "I'm terribly sorry for squealing like that, it's... just that I'm not used to people coming in when it's the dead middle of the week like that.  Don't worry about it - I'm just easily surprised."  She lifts a hand to beckon you forward.  "It's nice to have company at last.  Somebody else than my classmates for a change."*

* Echoen certainly has time. Or is time just moving slowly? Either way, shi gets to enjoy the same show shi's putting on, just on a different axis. You turn, and sway; shi steps deeper into the pools, and bounces. Hir gravity vs your inertia. The winner of the contest is surely any peepers through the wooden walls. The only real difference is, as your sheath comes into view, hirs is descending, until it's half hidden by bubbles when shi comes near the middle of the pool. "No apologies needed - with ears like mine, you come prepared for such things." Shi trills, with a sweetly warm smile, hir hand coming to meet with yours and touch, twine, shake. "Bold of you to invite me - but welcome, I would not have expected such."

blanchespr: *She giggles, wading on over to you to hand out a warm, welcoming hug.  Impossible for her to do it without burying you between her boobs.  She doesn't seem to mind.  "Make yourself at home.  I really mean it.  You look friendly and beautiful."  She's got a warm smile, while hands gently squeeze your shoulders, and no less than four smooth paws glide up and down your legs under the surface.  Pressed up so closely against her, her warm sheath rubs against your tummy, its contents felt stirring to life, her already big baseball-sized testicles dropping ever slightly lower as they swell to the size of softballs.  "By the way, it's a clothes-optional spring.  If you don't want to wear any swimsuit, I won't mind...  Before you ask, I put mine on because I love the way it looks on me."  She
blanchespr: arches back, displaying her bust and her special, unusual breasts with their twin areolae.  "Don't you think~?"*

* Echoen is enveloped by your hug - your breasts crashing over hir like waves, then parting as the undersea mountain that shi is. Hir arms slide along the insides of your cleavage, then dipping lower to curl about your waist and middle and spread across the small of your back to pull you in. Shi knows how to hold; how to beckon, how to bring, how to give. Not a muscle overextended, relaxation and welcoming auras pouring off hir, even as you're the one to invite hir here. The furred tube of hir sheath pillows to your own tum, frotting lightly with yours, most motions from either cavern caused by slow, filling growth, more than actual motion. 
Echoen: Shi can sense the need in you, building pressuringly higher, as your plump sheath swells further and your sac descends, pillowing to hir thighs. "They are; you're a good fashionista. Finding something beautiful, despite the high bar you already set." Hir wings spread, caressing over the inner, then the outer areolae, touching across the silky pink flesh that overfill the bras they wear. "Mine are a mere formality - and to make a fair first impression. But make myself at home? You surely don't mean that~" Shi lilts, and a moan can be heard from the other side of the walls as the peeping fox girl from earlier finds herself... hirself with something to stroke while shi watches us, and an extra set of eyes to look at both.

blanchespr: *The panda boops your nose, playfully.  "Oh, come on, it's such a nice and close-knit place here - everyone knows everybody.  I know it's a bit early to say but you look like you'll fit right in!  Tell you what, I'll go grab some tea over at the reception.  I'm sure it'll make you feel more at ease."  With that, the girl backs away and moves past you.  The waters wave around in great motions whenever she walks, those legs and thighs displacing a whole ton of it with every step she takes.  Though when she hops out of the spring, you witness not a gigantic rump, but the continuation of her back - her backs.  She slinks out, and out, and out some more, the girl's self continuing on as not one, but two slinky, ferret-line taurbodies, yet with smooth, furless paws like those of a mouse.  You
blanchespr: get to see her asses four pairs of legs later, rising with rushing cascades of water gliding off her, her thighs occupied by immense balls just inches shy from dragging on the floor.  She's endowed between every set, from the smallest one where her body splits(!) to some larger-looking gifts at the first pair, culminating into one that's broad as your waist.  Those incredibly long, thin mousie tails follow after her, waving in the air from her hipsways, and just like that, she's gone.  A minute later, she's back with tray, teapot and teacups, stopping just before the edge to set everything down.  "Is plain green tea okay?  It's all they had..."*

* Echoen wiggles hir leaf-tip nose, giggling to hirself at what a find you are. Shi releases you from hir cradling hold and lets you wash away from hir - folding up hir wings once more to snug against hir backside - though any further motions are mostly neglected as shi simply watches, and watches, and watches. More and more of you rising out from the pool in a breathtaking display of continuity and mirror entities, a doubletaur so alike a certain doe shi knows. Those gorgeously plump and large, smooth pink paws, each toe large and strong. 
Echoen: Need-flooded testes bouncing about between thighs and bottom, the sight of which sends hir own pair tingling with ache. And those tails! Gorgeously long, taffy-smooth - shi's hardly realzied you've left when you're back, breaking hir from hir reviere. "Mmmh.. oh, mm. Tea." Shi croons to you, drifting one hand across the hardened pillar of darkness and desire that juts three feet before hir, hir testes half-descended into the pool. "That should be... fine. Tell me, how old are you? Your handwriting was impeccable~"

blanchespr: *She giggles at your question.  Before coming back into the waters, she undoes the band holding her hair together.  Throwing her head back, she shakes it a while, before pulling her hair into a neater, refreshed ponytail.  Despite aiming it at a forty-five degree angle upwards, the lush dark locks still reach low enough to tickle at her waist.  "Fourteen." she answers casually as she steps in, her lower curves making waves once more.  "Why you ask?"  Her eight mousie forepaws grab at the spring's edge while she bends over and fills the cups, needing to reach over her own giant bust to do so.  The one disadvantage to her choice of swimwear is that it doesn't do anything to keep those tits from moving and bouncing as much as they want.  Though, when she turns around again, she's got four
blanchespr: areolae, four nipples on her noticeably larger breasts, a customized red bikini top still providing support to what's now F-cup secondary swells.  "Feel free to get comfortable, by the way!  We're between girls here, it's not like you haven't got anything I've never seen before."  With her free hand, she reaches out to caress your big, black cock.  "It's quite pretty.  I'm not as big up front but I think I match you somewhere in the middle."  She wiggles her... waist.  "This one's only sixteen inches."

* Echoen admires a girl that can keep her hair managed - hirself, not one that's so inclined to grow out hir hair, enjoys the functionality of a fuzzy top. It accentuates the ears all the more, and their copious jewelery. A rumbling chrr flows through hir as the waves flow over hir; you see that the dark spire of desire has swelled several inches longer, and continues to nudge and pulse forth bit by growing bit. "Mmh, simply curious. The way you're built, rarely natural. You're so pretty, you could have been... customized." 
Echoen: Shi winks fondly, stepping closer to featherdust fingertips across the  new additions to your bustline, gently dimpling the buttery soft skin, enjoying how much more snug the top appears now. This close, you do see hir relax, some, but not as far as shi could. "Careful you coax me too far - it's not how it looks, but what it does." There's a pause. "...perhaps that's why you invited me?" Shi asks curiously, accepting the proffered tea.

blanchespr: *The... creature just does a little, casual shrug at your implications.  It wouldn't be fair to call her a red panda, or a ferret, or a mouse.  She's all three at once somehow.  "At the end of the day, girls just wanna have fun." she answers, remaining enigmatic...  And, well, she's also a horse.  As the sheath between each pair of forelegs yawns open in a grand display, the both of them showcase a smooth pink  dick that puts the length between her hips to shame.  That first one's barely an introduction, just something for her to masturbate, maybe even go  for the pussylips just behind so she can always reach for some source of pleasure.  The forecock's simple, straightforward, just plain cute.  And already, the first pair of horsecocks are looking like two-and-a-half footers.  "Besides,
blanchespr: I'm not what I look for most of the day, I mean, doorways are only so large and it's not like I wanna spend the whole day just getting dressed, you know?"  She pats one of her breasts.  "Normally I only show two nipples, but I'm feeling comfy enough around you that..."  She's got a sly smile to herself, both tits jiggling profoundly when they increase in size again, casting a shadow over her horsecocks.  "...I think I can show all six."  Six, six J-cup areolae, bigger than most girl's breasts to begin with.  She takes a sip of her tea while she lets you a moment to take in the sight.  "So, I was thinking, maybe you could fill me up a bit, too?  It's been a while since I last had any fun and you seem to be just right for the job..."  She's so slinky and flexible that she can U-turn both her
blanchespr: taurbodies around and press them against you from either side, while her upper body still faces you, tits to tits.  "You'd really do me a favor if you could."  Those plump, thick, pillowy cunts grind against your hips, her long tails coiling around your waist, and upwards around your breasts, giving you a squeeze~*

* Echoen 's towering, four foot fuckstick twitches firmly and swells several inches larger all around as your pink equine shafts pour forth, their shape, features, size, colors speaking to hir in all the ways that pink ponies can speak to a girl. The vision of them is eclipsed by the planetoids looming above them, overfilling hir palms with pink areolae as more push forth, and those breasts encourage hir to step back - which shi doesn't, of course, simply being pressed and grown against erotically. "As you wish, sweetie - it will be my pleasure to sate a girl that needs it." 
Echoen: Hir hands drop from your chest, to instead pat and pad along your bottoms that smoosh against hir, pussylips pushing to hir thighs, ponderous balls bobbing against everything below them. Shi steps forward, closer to you still - but also stands still? And turns around to the left... and to the right. Like holograms stepping out from each other, the four Echoens meet and mesh with you, effortlessly. Not a change in gaze, not a skipping heartbeat (at least, in hir chest, not neccessarily yours). The frontmost swells before you - fingers wrapping about your twitching fore-sheath, flesh blooming in ways it shouldn't until you're sixteen. 
Echoen: Hir six foot staff pressing below it, beneath the four-stack of testes crowding your ballsac that hasn't yet realized it needs to grow larger to fit them all; to a pussy that likely has seen only the attention of toys thus far. Shi presses... and enters, only a single knock, spreading and filling and growing within your channel to a girl womb most likely forget about once they learn of the others. The twin Echoens that turn left and right, respectively, knead firmly across pronounced tauric derierres, mounting them wordlessly, letting each feel the rythmic pressing of hips as 78-inch sexbusters enter and fill them. 
Echoen: The Echoen that stood in the middle of this quadrication, shi sips hir tea.... then settles it aside on the poolside, arching hir back to casually settle plate-sized forepaws upon hir fore-clone's hips, quashing that Echoen between blooming batty taurbody and the blossomed behemothian breasts bouncing on your chest. For each pair of areolae, shi provides a set of paws, encompassing your G-cup nipples with eight-fingered toes to knead, touch and squeeze them. 
Echoen: Burying the fore-batty's head below hir tauric fore-balls, your pretty wah face is introduced to cock, soaring down your throat while hir balls pile atop your cleavage. Shi looks down at you, silhouetted by the moonlight. "As far as favors go, you don't want to owe me." Shi says, undertones of demonic influence heavy in your ears - especially the sensitive mouse ears that pop behind your wah ones, as shi freely soaks you in hir influence. Moans shudder out from the surrounding bathhouses, as even the solo-occupied become considerably less so.

blanchespr: *The girl-taur gasps with glee.  "You... you can do that?!  Oh wow... I... I've never seen somebody like you before, I thought it was the stuff of legends!  And...  Hmmmph... Oh, oh.... ah~"  <3  Sensations assault her, and she quickly forgets how to speak.  She gets out of you something that would've required an entire sleepover to plan and get even remotely right - and there's always that one girl who breaks pace, everybody knows her.  So, to find you playing the part of everyone she could fuck in a night, is a welcome experience.  Pretty soon, the girl abandons herself to the act, reaching out to caress your balls and your thighs, closing her eyes while you pound more deeply into her than her biggest toys have ever managed.  Each squeeze to her massive areolae sends milk clouding the
blanchespr: waters, and pretty soon you only need to tease one to get all six going with wild abandon.  She moans louder when she begins to masturbate with extra hands she didn't know she'd gotten, brought upon by your influence, but when she pulls back to speak words again, it's with a cute grin.  "You've no idea how much that means to me tonight...  I think I can go all out."  Her hind hips wiggle, her feet part, her entire body shudders as she somehow unlocks something within herself - and in exactly ten breathtaking seconds, her bodies all stretch twice longer, new legs shifting into place, sheathes blooming, cunnies opening up... and the gigantic fuckpole she had between her hind legs is now the size of what's in the middle.  Way, way back there, she's got a dick thicker around than a MILF's hips
blanchespr: and so long that it effortlessly punches a hole into the wall separating this spring from the other, the taur moaning with delight when the shaft lets out a few dozen gallons of seed unexpectedly!  But it's not quite over.  She wiggles her asses once more, and those amazingly large cheeks swell bigger, wider, and they -split-.  More waves splash all around you, more feet touch the bottom of the spring, and the teenager girl's true self is revealed at last: two eighteen-legged taurbodies, and don't forget the last row is four-legged... triple-dicked... triple-cunted~  Either side of the spring, huge pink horsecocks gush with bursts of seed, quickly flooding the surroundings and with good reason: each set of testes between her hind legs is six feet tall!  Nothing less to fuel the likes of
blanchespr: cocks twenty feet long.*

* Echoen does take a certain pleasure in filling a chatty girl's muzzle with a suckable amount of cock, letting the rolling of eyes and tongue do speaking in place of words - letting the throat wobble and clench around something much more solid than sounds. More than anything, there's more of everything. With every sweep of your groping hands, shi's bigger. With every grind of your tauric hips, shi's deeper. With every press of your own aching endowments, shi's more. Ten-toed digits that four alone could encompass your breasts, stacked like a centipede along a broad tauric body, giving little to no leeway to the copy of hirself squeezed between chests and tummies and pounding your forepussy to the point that your upper belly bulges out. 
Echoen: All of hir coaxing you further... until you burst with additions, growing out like someone popped a balloon filled with need. Oddly... none of the bats seem to rise to the new challenges you present them. She remains simply four, shi remains simply huge and hugening at a steady rate, but not as fast as you need now. The expressions they wear, however, is knowing. Coy. Someone who knows something, and is eager for you to discover it. With the moans echoing out through the hallways, you soon do find out - as stepping forth from each room, are the other patrons. 
Echoen: Each of them... customized, for you. Taurs swaying with sheaths, shaped and sized for the plethora of pussies you need fulfilling. Hydras, moaning in choruses with thirsty throats and soft lips, three tongues apiece, their eyes fixated hungrily on your breasts. Nagas.... of several species, furred and furless, stroking their swollen sexes as they slither towards you and sink into the waters, to coil and wrap about your cocks, seeking employment as your condoms. Leaving just the four-eyed foxherm receptionist, staring at you and masturbating now that the wall has fallen over to expose her. Someone that you could introduce to your world... someone you can teach.

blanchespr: *The girl beams with delight at the parade coming to meet her, all sexualized, overgrown, needy patrons made to be her match.  She presents her undersides, lining up eight big and bigger dicks for anyone who dares want to try, those pussies juicing up with desire.  It doesn't take long before her needs are fulfilled, and she's left moaning around your cock, making the hotspring into more milk than water, shuddering every so often, and suddenly her side-cunnies open up around... a face, a body, a massive pair of tits, a waist that splits in two, and legs and legs and more legs, like a miniature version of her coming out - from all four cunnies at once.  They're quickly followed by girls who bear several pairs of wing-arms like you got, girls with batty ears on top of their wah and mousie
blanchespr: ones, girls double-dicked between every pair of legs, girls whose rows start four-wide and end with a staggering eight, girls with two hairs immediately put to shame by the eight-headed ones who come out seconds later.  It's like the genes don't add up, but multiply.  Every new girl is more complex and more endowed than the last, only a minute needed to introduce, in a sudden rush, several dozen girl-taurs who really put those cunts through a workout, that ten-breasted upper body followed by the WIDE flare of what turns out to be a whole dozen taurbodies side by side, a hundred rows of legs slipping out - and the lucky mother's got to repeat the exercise sixty times before she can take a breather.  Her kids are like tiny adults, who easily swim and hop out of the hot spring to find free
blanchespr: space to play in, sometimes attracting the gaze of a potential suitor... since few of them can resist such incredible asses, or such a wonderful bundle of cocks sharing a sheath, or such a cute cunny when it's seen parting its lips to reveal the four successive pairs of inner labia, each gifted with a hood and a clit.
blanchespr: By the time the girl-taur's regained her wits, after birthing what must be over a thousand new taurs in just a few minutes, the vixen's clearly fallen in love.  Her fur has gone pink, her eyes bright, her grin easy to coax, her arms... eight.  Her legs... more.  She's double-taured out as well, and the more she stands there staring in shock at what happens, the harder and bigger and more numerous she gets... until she takes a breath, and she squeeeals with pleasure, as two bunches of ten hind-cocks all spontaneously explode in climax after she gets teased to a hands-free orgasm.*