Preview of Sunny Spray
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Summary: During a holiday at the beach, Ofenna finds herself without sunscreen. Overhearing her plight a generous owl offers her a Tails-themed spray. While it keeps the sun off the skin, it's not in the way the lioness had expected.
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She turned it in her hand looking for the description, only to see the labelling wasn’t written in her own language or one she’d even partly studied, the only part that stood out was at the other end of the bottle, a familiar pair of names; Sonic the Hedgehog and Miles ‘Tails’ Prower.
The first written bold across the top, the second at the bottom below a silhouetted print of the foxy character it mentioned.
Ofenna frowned and sighed, feeling a bit self conscious suddenly at using a branded sunscreen in public but at least it made sense why someone might have a surplus. If there was a branded line, there was bound to be people who collected them, she just hoped the owl was right and this wasn’t a valued item.
Putting the thoughts out of her mind, she walked until she found a discreet corner of the beach, vision towards her was partly cut off by the cliff. It was good enough she concluded while giving the bottle a shake, popping the cap off and turning the nozzle to her body.
It hissed and sprayed, feeling cold and chilly. The contrast to the hot air was welcome and the lioness shut her eyes, spraying down her arms and legs before starting to rub it in. The cool feeling grew, almost like a cold liquid gel than a spray. Part of that felt due to how it seemed keen to spray out a lot at once, rather than the gentle mist she’d expected, ah well, more to spread straight away.
Her hands rubbed and rubbed into the nooks a little but focused more on the surface of her skin. It also felt very clingy to her palms, enough that she planned on beelining to the water and rinsing her hands off when she was done. Palms travelled across her shoulders, up her neck, a fresh squirt for her brow and cheeks and around the yes. She felt a light tingle on her upper arm, rising to rub it.
‘Squeaaak.’ The unexpected noise shocked her as it felt like her skin caught and vibrated? Her eyes dropped from the shore to her arm and she gasped. Her tan toned fur was hidden underneath a brighter glossy cross between orange and yellow with the stickiness on her palms thickening before her eye into a shade of white.
Her hands reached to the neck she’d just rubbed, digits squeaking and feeling resistance as they were softened by the thickening gloves, her legs, too, showing that shining colour, and now she felt that tingle all over. It wasn’t just in her head, the stuff was vibrating, or perhaps more accurately to say; moving!
“What?!” Ofenna gasped, standing up in shock, the bit she’d rubbed over her face ballooned as if on cue, blocking her eyes. She tried to hurry but her leg caught on a rock, tripping her and making her keenly aware of a chilly yet yielding crumpling as she fell on the bottle. A sharp squeeze of more of the previously presumed lotion was spat out, catching down her back and rump. “Gaah!” She yelped, in shock at the cold contents.
The spreading oil grew more solid as it set, turning into rubber, spreading to meet where she hadn’t rubbed, even glooping over her sandaled feet to cover them in large red and white shoes of that same material.
Her fingers tried to grip where she’d rubbed, finding bare fur a few times and only speeding up the spread there. The trickle reached her nose, forcing her to breathe through her mouth, too embarrassed to shout for help, yet worried that soon she might not be able to.
By the time it reached her lips, it had formed a cartoonish point of a nose, complete with holes, allowing her still to breathe as her head vanished. Her body fared little better, the spread flowed over her clothing, covering it up, turning to white at her front, even making a thick white ruff that hid her breasts into the smooth and stylised body.
When it set around her head, she tugged and pulled, yet it gripped on too tight under her chin and cheeks, stretched and snapping back if she released. Her vision had at least returned with that settling, turning from opaque, to cloudy, to tinted blue and black lenses in mimicry of the fox character’s eyes.
She turned it in her hand looking for the description, only to see the labelling wasn’t written in her own language or one she’d even partly studied, the only part that stood out was at the other end of the bottle, a familiar pair of names; Sonic the Hedgehog and Miles ‘Tails’ Prower.
The first written bold across the top, the second at the bottom below a silhouetted print of the foxy character it mentioned.
Ofenna frowned and sighed, feeling a bit self conscious suddenly at using a branded sunscreen in public but at least it made sense why someone might have a surplus. If there was a branded line, there was bound to be people who collected them, she just hoped the owl was right and this wasn’t a valued item.
Putting the thoughts out of her mind, she walked until she found a discreet corner of the beach, vision towards her was partly cut off by the cliff. It was good enough she concluded while giving the bottle a shake, popping the cap off and turning the nozzle to her body.
It hissed and sprayed, feeling cold and chilly. The contrast to the hot air was welcome and the lioness shut her eyes, spraying down her arms and legs before starting to rub it in. The cool feeling grew, almost like a cold liquid gel than a spray. Part of that felt due to how it seemed keen to spray out a lot at once, rather than the gentle mist she’d expected, ah well, more to spread straight away.
Her hands rubbed and rubbed into the nooks a little but focused more on the surface of her skin. It also felt very clingy to her palms, enough that she planned on beelining to the water and rinsing her hands off when she was done. Palms travelled across her shoulders, up her neck, a fresh squirt for her brow and cheeks and around the yes. She felt a light tingle on her upper arm, rising to rub it.
‘Squeaaak.’ The unexpected noise shocked her as it felt like her skin caught and vibrated? Her eyes dropped from the shore to her arm and she gasped. Her tan toned fur was hidden underneath a brighter glossy cross between orange and yellow with the stickiness on her palms thickening before her eye into a shade of white.
Her hands reached to the neck she’d just rubbed, digits squeaking and feeling resistance as they were softened by the thickening gloves, her legs, too, showing that shining colour, and now she felt that tingle all over. It wasn’t just in her head, the stuff was vibrating, or perhaps more accurately to say; moving!
“What?!” Ofenna gasped, standing up in shock, the bit she’d rubbed over her face ballooned as if on cue, blocking her eyes. She tried to hurry but her leg caught on a rock, tripping her and making her keenly aware of a chilly yet yielding crumpling as she fell on the bottle. A sharp squeeze of more of the previously presumed lotion was spat out, catching down her back and rump. “Gaah!” She yelped, in shock at the cold contents.
The spreading oil grew more solid as it set, turning into rubber, spreading to meet where she hadn’t rubbed, even glooping over her sandaled feet to cover them in large red and white shoes of that same material.
Her fingers tried to grip where she’d rubbed, finding bare fur a few times and only speeding up the spread there. The trickle reached her nose, forcing her to breathe through her mouth, too embarrassed to shout for help, yet worried that soon she might not be able to.
By the time it reached her lips, it had formed a cartoonish point of a nose, complete with holes, allowing her still to breathe as her head vanished. Her body fared little better, the spread flowed over her clothing, covering it up, turning to white at her front, even making a thick white ruff that hid her breasts into the smooth and stylised body.
When it set around her head, she tugged and pulled, yet it gripped on too tight under her chin and cheeks, stretched and snapping back if she released. Her vision had at least returned with that settling, turning from opaque, to cloudy, to tinted blue and black lenses in mimicry of the fox character’s eyes.