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"Hah.... Haaaaaahh.... Herchuuphh!"

Asali planted her hands on top of her ample hips, peeking back over her shoulder at the much shorter bat standing behind her with his face buried in the underside of one wing. The okapi was dressed in figure-hugging clothes, though her jeans seemed to be straining to contain her curves. Her blouse was a bit looser, sleeves rolled up to reveal the yellow stripes travelling down her arms.

The giraffid's most notable feature, however, was that in the place of a thin ropey tail like the rest of her kind, she had something resembling an enormous slug coming through the taut tail-sleeve. The already thick yellow and pale limb got fatter as it left her body, before tapering back down to a rounded tip some meters later. The entire thing was coated in a glossy layer of a viscous secretion, which was somehow not making a mess of the floor behind her.

Caudle pulled his snout from his wing with a wince at the mess he made on himself stifling the sneeze. "Guh..." His voice was dulled from his nasal congestion.

While fairly averaged size out in the rest of the world, the chiropteran had found that he was nearly half the height of a good deal of citizens in Burnel. As such, when he turned to look to the taller lass, his eye level was at the top of her thick, mis-matched tail. For a moment he marveled at how he could see either side of her hips around that posterior powerhouse, giving him a hint at just how wide a load she carried was. He swallowed, adjusting his pink glasses as he craned his head back to meet her gaze.

"We need to take care of that." Asali declared matter-of-factly.

The bat tugged a handkerchief out of his pocket. "We? What? I can take care of this..." He started to clean off the inside of his wing, cursing himself for not being able to get the fabric out in time when he'd actually sneezed.

As if it was weightless, the okapi raised her glistening golden tail, the massive limb curving to avoid the bat for the moment as yards of pale underside were exposed to Caudle. Asali chuckled a bit. "No, about your cold." Slowly, the base of her tail curved against itself until the length had formed a chubby loop nearly against the small of her back. Fluidly, the curl travelled down its form, wetly squelching and gathering more of the slime in its wake towards the tip. "See, my 'honey' here has healing properties. A good dose should do you."

Caudle was distracted however, his cheeks and inner ears nearly as pink as the lenses of his spectacles. The chiropteran's gaze was locked beneath the fleshy sword of Damocles she held aloft. Without the girthy limb in the way, his view of her rear was unobstructed. The bat's eyes traced the way that her straining jeans hugged every contour, the denim cupping up between her well-formed cheeks and separating them somewhat all the way to where the third 'leg' of the garment began. His ears twitched as he realized he was still being addressed. "Huh?"

The male glanced up in time to see the full mass of her tail dropping towards him. Raising his wing-hands up over his head as fast as he could, the bat winced in anticipation of impact. Rather than the bludgeoning he was expecting, however, the slime-covered limb yielded to the pressure of his support against its own weight. Caudle looked up, feeling the strain from supporting so much heft already. His fingers had all but vanished into the pale underside folding in on itself like proofed dough to the prodding hand.

The skin beneath the 'honey' itself was smooth, slick and most noticeably, elastic enough for it to deform. He thought, momentarily, that if it weren't for that third point the slime and slick skin combined would have meant he'd have no chance of holding on.

While the bat was preoccupied with the fat base section of the giraffid's mis-matched limb, the rest of it was still in play. Asali smirked a bit as she continued to peer back over her shoulder at the shorter male. The wringing motion from before had gotten her tail's tip extra slick and drippy, perfect for what she planned next. The blunt end of the golden mass curled towards its target, a squelching crease of flesh folding in on itself travelled up the honeyed path as the invertebrate anatomy proved itself by doubling back so sharply.

The oozing tip prodded the straining male's cheek for a moment, causing him to tremble. The okapi made a pensive noise, before nodding silently to herself. She redirected the serpentine motion of her unusual anatomy to underneath where the membranes of his wings connected to his torso. It made contact just above his hip and fluidly began to wind, the switch-back continuing to wetly approach his grasp as she used up the slack of her tail.

Caudle thoughtlessly released one hand to try to push the much thinner portion of honey-slug away before it could make a complete loop of his waist. This proved to be an error. Without both hands keeping the mass at bay, the okapi's tail collapsed fully onto the bat, forcing a yelp from his lungs.

Asali sighed and turned her gaze forward again, operating by touch. She shifted her hips as she repeated the looping and wringing motion from before. This time, however, the bat was caught up in it, squeezed into the yielding underside of her ample rear limb. It moved in serpentine undulations, always keeping at least one rotation wrapped around her 'patient', even as they travelled along his form from base to tail over and over.

The chiropteran was overwhelmed, to say the least. From his head to his toes he could feel that his fur and clothes had been entirely saturated in the slimy 'honey' secretion that the massive tail was perpetually coated in. In addition, in his startled outcry, quite a bit had forced itself into his mouth. True to her word, it tasted exactly like honey, a fact that only made his face feel hotter as doughy curves slickly twisted and compressed around his head before travelling down his shoulders, soon to be replaced by another as the undulations continued.

The okapi rolled her shoulders and peeked back as she untwisted her tail fully, giving the bat a couple rotations as the near corkscrew straightened out.

Even without a loop holding him in place, Caudle was plastered to the powerful limb by the viscosity of the heavy slime for a good few moments. When he finally felt gravity overcome his adhesion, his whole body felt chilly as Asali's tail was no longer in contact with his body. His mind was too awash in the sensations, in fact, that he crumpled into a pile instead of any kind of dignified landing.

Moving her honey-tail to one side to get a better look at him on the floor, the giraffid smiled. She could see strands of her slime still 'connecting' him to her, almost like a marionette's strings. "Feeling better, hon?" She asked sweetly, as if he wasn't a blushy pile of sensory overload due to her machinations.

Slowly, the bat got his knees under him, pressing at the floor with his wing-hands to try to right himself. His eyes were plastered shut, and when he turned his ears towards her, his spectacles dropped from the pale underside of her tail right back into place on his face. The surprise caused him to slip, splaying out on one side. He sniffled loudly and let out a groan that sounded just as congested as before.

Asali's smile pulled into a smirk. "Oh, another dose then." Her tail came down with a weighty thud, obscuring Caudle fully from sight.