This piece features Winston DeLaur, a character over in CadmiumTea’s gallery with a description so rich with wit and brevity that it absolutely puts my text walls to shame. Go have a look!

The Forest sees all sorts of visitors from many different ‘verses, and while the tech level there is rather quaint in the grand scheme of things, there’s a sci-fi visitor now and then. On her way to adventure in parts unknown, Winston the ace space pilot has stopped over in Forest for a bit of a rest, a drink or two, and perhaps a shot at impressing a pretty gal or two with her space ship.

Winston happened to come across Ali and, always an appreciator of a nice rump, decided to fire up those vaunted space captain charm engines! Of course, Winston just so happened to pick as her pickup line target one of the Forest’s most coolly observant gals, and one of the most practiced at figuring out and prodding at someone’s kinks. Ali had to admit that nobody had ever tried “wanna see my space ship” on her before, and she was a little intrigued on that basis alone. They got to chatting over drinks.

To Ali’s finely-tuned observational senses, Winston was a giant flashing “disaster lesbian” sign in a transparent ace pilot wrapper, and she wasn’t nearly as subtle as she seemed to think she was with those covert glances at Ali’s rear. It didn’t take very much targeted flirting on Ali’s part to make that too-cool-for-school persona revert to an awkwardly love-struck kitty cat who managed to knock over two drinks in as many minutes, one of them directly into Ali’s chest. While the profusely apologizing serval was trying to stuff handfuls of napkins into Ali’s shirt while yelling across the bar for club soda to stop the grenadine stain from setting, Ali had time to reflect on her. Aside from Slither, she wasn’t quite sure she’d ever met anybody quite as earnest in her attractions. Despite the sometimes-successful attempts at maintaining a mysteriously suave countenance, she really wore her heart on her sleeve, and Ali appreciated that. Plus, she did kind of want to see about this space ship business…

Well, it turns out that Winston was telling the truth! Of course, that now meant that she had successfully charmed a pretty gal back to her parlor, doing her best to discreetly kick a takeout container behind the couch under the cover of striking a debonair pose. Ali was charmed despite herself, and she had a lovely time flirting back just enough to inspire flustered clumsiness, but not so much that it became a full disaster. It was much more fun to keep the slinky-tall gal at a simmer while enjoying her antics.

Ali maintained just the right level of fluster in Winston as the evening’s lead-up to the main event continued, but she slightly underestimated just how much of an effect her patented flirtatious lap straddle would have on the rump-appreciating serval! When she slipped her hands up under the hem of Winston’s shirt to tease at that slender stomach, inspiration struck for the suave pilot! Winston attempted to whip her shirt off in a stunning physique reveal that was sure to clench her gambit for the beardie’s attraction, but she’d forgotten that she was wearing long, cuffed sleeves. The shirt only made it halfway off before she became entangled, and Ali barely ducked the flailing arm before Winston managed to button one cuff to the other and kick over the coffee table. Worried that things were about to devolve into a “cat thinks the thing stuck to its tail is actually chasing it” level situation, Ali helped free her. She undid enough buttons to reveal a winning, confident grin that projected “I meant to do that” the way only a cat can really manage.