Noir the Bat-girl

While you've seen some amazing girls so far, you feel yourself drawn to the dark, mysterious bat-girl the clerk calls Noir. You look around and discover her hanging upside-down from a thick branch about ten feet above you. Your eyes meet, and you smile at her. You reach out your hand, beckoning her down. Without hesitation, she lets go of her perch, twists right-side-up in midair, and glides over to you. Taking out the collar you received earlier, you hold it out to Noir. She cocks her head to one side, examining the object, then looks back up to you, a questioning look in her eyes, as though she can't quite believe you've really chosen her.

"It's okay," you say. "You can have it. It's yours now."

Slowly, a smile spreads across Noir's face. Grasping the collar with one of her two claws, she brings it to her neck and somehow puts it on. "Well, then," she says in a breathy whisper, "if this is mine, then that must make me yours." With that, she walks over to you and wraps you in her powerful yet delicate wings, giving you an exquisite kiss.

Meanwhile, the clerk nods approvingly. "An excellent choice, sir. Now, if you'll both come with me?"

You descend back down to the ground level, Noir's wings still wrapped around you like a living blanket. With her body pressed to yours, you can feel that impressive chest, right down to the hard little nubs of her golden-ringed nipples.

At the front desk, the clerk reaches into a drawer and pulls out a pair of large, dark sunglasses. "You'll need these," he explains. "Also, make sure to give her plenty of opportunities to fly. Her wing muscles require a great deal of exercise to be able to lift her body."

"All right," you reply. "I've got a decent-sized backyard with some tall trees." You turn to Noir, still cuddling close to you. "Will that be all right for you?"

She smiles. "That sounds wonderful," she answers. "I've always wanted to sleep out under the real sky."

You turn back to the clerk. "Well, then I guess that's settled.

After signing a few forms, you walk out of the Animorph Pet Shop, Noir by your side. The minute you pass through the tinted-glass double door, however, Noir gives a startled squeak and throws a wing over her eyes - you're still holding her sunglasses!

"Oh, Jeez! I'm sorry!" you exclaim, handing her the glasses. Noir grasps the nearly-opaque lenses with one of her two clawed thumbs, then slides them on. With an audible sigh of relief, she lets her wing fold back up at her side, smiling awkwardly. "It's all right," she says, "I forgot that the sun is a lot brighter than those lights in the treetop district."

As you make your way to the parking lot, Noir keeps turning her head this way and that, taking in the world around her. "Wow," she squeaks excitedly, "There's so much space out here! I never knew the world was so big!"

WHen you reach your car, you step over to the front passenger door, opening it for Noir to get in. Insted, she pauses, looking thoughtful. "You know," she says, "You aren't all that heavy. If you tell me where it is, I could probably fly us home."