Requiem
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(Something I MUST add... Requiem is tiny. 4'10", 30 lbs. If you have a penis larger than 6 inches it will not fit. It will, in fact, hurt her terribly.)
Requiem nipped through the skies, swirling and twisting with the random air currents as her wings carried her to work. This beat the normal commute big time. The pale gray bat just had to keep an eye out for power lines; her ultrasonic chirps barely registering on the metal lengths of death. And there was the fact that she had to fly nude that often raised eye brows, but when flight was the game then low weight was how you won it. Aside from a wrist pouch that held her cards, identification, and house keys she never wore a stitch of clothing. The bat did a circuit of her work place and then landed lightly next to the medi-evac helipad.
Being nude, there were something that were impossible to miss. First, she was short and delicate. Her whole body was four foot ten and weighed only fifty pounds. Secondly, she was a herm, as evidenced by the three inch sheathe a few inches below her navel. Her breasts were flat little A cups. Most males had larger mammaries than she did. She possessed hexapodal limbation, which is a fancy way of saying her wings were separate from her arms. Her toes were easily as long as her fingers, and all were tipped with hooking claws perfect for gripping surfaces. Her whole body possessed only 10% body fat, giving her a smooth and lithe body otherwise obtained by constant exercise. Flying burned a lot of calories...
Inside she walked down to the staff lounge, put on her white cotton panties modified for her sheathe, scrubs, and lab coat and headed down to Hematology. Quite cliche, but Requiem proved quite a skilled phlebotomist. The small bat worked in the hospital's blood bank, taking blood donations, separating platelets, running HIV and drug screens, and occasionally helping run IV's in patients with deep veins. She had to study the circulatory systems of thirty different species. Still, it was needed work, paid well, and since she was usually on the night shift she avoided a lot of the more annoying administration garbage.
There was, of course, a side benefit. At the end of her shift she'd nip into the blood locker and examine the bags for expiration dates. Once she found some to her liking, she popped it in the blood warmer and sucked down a pint for her dinner.
Then she'd undress, toss her scrubs into the laundry, say her good byes, and fly back home laughing to herself at all of the people stuck in their cars commuting. Depending on how tired she was, she might nip in for some early morning reading at the library. On her days off she'd visit any place with music; clubs, concert halls... her massive ears were so sensitive to music that she could orgasm to Vivaldi.
Some people took exception to her gender. The fact is that Requiem was born a herm. Her parents are herms. Her sisters are herms. She fully expects her children, if she has them, will be herms. As such, she has a cultural identity with her gender that many find confusing. For instance, she uses the pronoun she for the simple fact that if you can bear young, you are female. It also helps males come to term with "that time of the month." That she has a penis is secondary to the fact she can bear young. She is very close to her mother and her sire and her sisters as well... generally speaking she is a very cheerful little bloodsucker.
Oh, incidentally, she loathes supernatural vampires and anyone who asks if she sparkles...
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Requiem nipped through the skies, swirling and twisting with the random air currents as her wings carried her to work. This beat the normal commute big time. The pale gray bat just had to keep an eye out for power lines; her ultrasonic chirps barely registering on the metal lengths of death. And there was the fact that she had to fly nude that often raised eye brows, but when flight was the game then low weight was how you won it. Aside from a wrist pouch that held her cards, identification, and house keys she never wore a stitch of clothing. The bat did a circuit of her work place and then landed lightly next to the medi-evac helipad.
Being nude, there were something that were impossible to miss. First, she was short and delicate. Her whole body was four foot ten and weighed only fifty pounds. Secondly, she was a herm, as evidenced by the three inch sheathe a few inches below her navel. Her breasts were flat little A cups. Most males had larger mammaries than she did. She possessed hexapodal limbation, which is a fancy way of saying her wings were separate from her arms. Her toes were easily as long as her fingers, and all were tipped with hooking claws perfect for gripping surfaces. Her whole body possessed only 10% body fat, giving her a smooth and lithe body otherwise obtained by constant exercise. Flying burned a lot of calories...
Inside she walked down to the staff lounge, put on her white cotton panties modified for her sheathe, scrubs, and lab coat and headed down to Hematology. Quite cliche, but Requiem proved quite a skilled phlebotomist. The small bat worked in the hospital's blood bank, taking blood donations, separating platelets, running HIV and drug screens, and occasionally helping run IV's in patients with deep veins. She had to study the circulatory systems of thirty different species. Still, it was needed work, paid well, and since she was usually on the night shift she avoided a lot of the more annoying administration garbage.
There was, of course, a side benefit. At the end of her shift she'd nip into the blood locker and examine the bags for expiration dates. Once she found some to her liking, she popped it in the blood warmer and sucked down a pint for her dinner.
Then she'd undress, toss her scrubs into the laundry, say her good byes, and fly back home laughing to herself at all of the people stuck in their cars commuting. Depending on how tired she was, she might nip in for some early morning reading at the library. On her days off she'd visit any place with music; clubs, concert halls... her massive ears were so sensitive to music that she could orgasm to Vivaldi.
Some people took exception to her gender. The fact is that Requiem was born a herm. Her parents are herms. Her sisters are herms. She fully expects her children, if she has them, will be herms. As such, she has a cultural identity with her gender that many find confusing. For instance, she uses the pronoun she for the simple fact that if you can bear young, you are female. It also helps males come to term with "that time of the month." That she has a penis is secondary to the fact she can bear young. She is very close to her mother and her sire and her sisters as well... generally speaking she is a very cheerful little bloodsucker.
Oh, incidentally, she loathes supernatural vampires and anyone who asks if she sparkles...
http://www.f-list.net/c/requiem