Sam Merlotte's PSA of the Day

[shifting]

[Sam is sitting in his chair, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. contemplative. Frustrated.]

Since I've been trainin' hellhound puppies for the past couple weeks, I'd like to talk with everybody 'bout a topic I'm pretty familiar on - dogs and dominance.

Now, this is somethin' about dogs a lot of people think they understand, but really don't. For one thing, a lot of people don't understand how big it is in socialization. It's as important as it is with people, even if people aren't as ready to admit it's important to them too. We like to view everything as bein' equal, and everybody bein' on the same keel.

Well, dogs don't. Dogs like to know where they stand with each other. They like knowin' who's in charge and what's expected of them. Makes 'em feel safe, makes 'em feel secure. So there are dominant dogs and submissive dogs. And just like with people, dominant dogs can be fuckin' jerks about their power once they know they have it. They can use it to bully everybody else in the pack, just like people do with other people. Or they can be aggressive with everybody they meet no matter how they're treated 'cause they're mentally unstable, same with people.

But here's the difference - dogs don't pick fights they don't think they can win. Not the smart and sane ones. ...And right now you're probably rememberin' some time you've seen a tiny dog pick a fight with a doberman, and you're thinkin' I'm full of shit. Except that most times when that happens, that small dog's with their owner. That's a whole different matter - that's knowin' you've got backup, and a way out of the situation if you bite off more'n you can chew. 'Course, there's times a small dog'll run a bigger dog off, and that's got to do with how confident that big dog is in their size. There's times you can gruff your way through a situation on sheer posutrin', but that's a risky game. An' dogs know it. Most times, the moment the other dog proves he's not gonna buy it - which often means bitin' or a physical tussle - the smarter, smaller dog gives the game up. They crouch low and they stay quiet, 'cause it's clear they can't push their way through his situation. They don't crouch with a snarl, they don't roll over with a growl - they just fuckin' crouch low and wait for the situation to defuse. Or they run.

[He catches the ball one last time and leans forward, staring steadily] You know why they do that? Because it's not fuckin' worth it. Pushin' a situation you can't win, mouthin' off and actin' like a smartass when it's just been proved your ass can't handle what you're spoutin' is suicide. You don't challenge a healthy, strong dominant when you're weaker'n they are and you've got no one to dig you out. You just don't do it. You wait 'til they're weak, 'til they're sick, and you know you've got a chance. Challengin' before that is only goin' to tip 'em off and put them on their guard anyhow.

Now, this ain't the same as when you've got somethin' real to guard. When some bear or wolf or whatever comes into a dog's territory and threatens 'em, or their pups, or their people or their pack - that's different. Then a fight might be your only option to keep your people safe. Not always, but sometimes, sure. But when you've got nothin' at stake - when you're just growlin' at someone dangerous 'cause you don't like them, or you don't like what they do or they did, and you don't have the means at the time to do somethin' about it - you aren't protectin'. You're challenging. Which makes it a matter of proving dominance, and which means that 'less you wanna come out of it maimed or dead, you'd better know your weight beforehand.

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[shifting]

[right now, Sam's perfectly fine with that. There's a sound in his throat a lot like a growl when he goes to lie down, watching the angel with a hungry gaze.]

So you haven't been practicin'?

[thelightbringer]

With who? The dozens of men lined up around the block waiting for a roll with me?

[Lucifer doesn't care if his near-celibacy isn't what you'd consider Satanic. Humans really aren't his thing.

He crawls over Sam, and runs his fingers in spirals down the length of his body.]

[shifting]

D'you only like men? [cocking his head and watching him]

[thelightbringer]

I use 'men' to mean 'mankind'. The sex of the person doesn't make any difference to me. Why would it?

But, that being said, the last woman I was with was...oh, ten thousand years ago. Somewhere around there.

[shifting]

Jesus. You oughta fix that - you're missin' out. [pulling up Lucifer's shirt]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer bites back a laugh.]

The next time we're getting naked, why don't we leave Jesus out of it?

[shifting]

My point stands. If you think this [squeezing some devil ass, yessir] is good, just wait 'til you've got some woman's creamy thighs wrapped around you, purrin' like an engine.

[thelightbringer]

This doesn't seem like something I should just take your word for.

[He leans down and kiss-bites Sam's neck] What do you think?

[shifting]

[that gets some toe-curling, and a keening sound that's quickly swallowed. Sam gets a stronger grip on him as he tries to roll them over.] 'Course. S'always - better to experience it yourself.

[thelightbringer]

I agree. No better teacher than experience.

[Which is why as they roll over, he changes Sam.]

[shifting]

[and as 'he' becomes 'she', Sam's at Lucifer's bared chest, teeth and tongue teasing softly...

...Until her hair brushes near her face and she's suddenly, warmly aware that something between her legs is noticeably absent.

There's a distinctly feminine yelp as Sam shoots up in shock, scrambling backwards until she falls in a decidedly unladlylike sprawl off the bed.] HOLY SHIT!

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer rolls over and peers down at her on the floor.]

Come back to bed. [He's pleased with himself.]

[shifting]

What the fuck? What the - holy shit, holy shit, my voice! [not looking up at Lucifer. Too busy staring wide-eyed down at her body. Oh dear god in heaven, those are breasts.]

What did you do?!

[thelightbringer]

[Wonderful firm soft silky breasts. Lucifer smiles at her, the picture of innocence, as his finger runs spirals across them.]

You said I should experience it.

[shifting]

[Holy fuck. Oh god, Oh Jesus, I'm a woman. The devil just turned me into a woman.

Oh dear god, I have a vagina. The devil gave me a vagina.]

Lucifer... [swallowing, trying not to let her high voice get any squeakier] ...You can't just - this isn't what I meant! At all! - Stop touching those! [she swats at his hand. She's not even wearing a bra. :[ ]

[thelightbringer]

You touched mine. It's not a big deal, Sam. Humans are basically the same no matter what sex they are.

[As if he's trying to talk her into buying life insurance.]

[shifting]

The fuck we are! [she grabs the bed pillow to thwack Lucifer across the face with it]

[thelightbringer]

Hey-!

[He jerks back like a startled cat. Then throws the other pillow at her.]

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth now.

[shifting]

Gift - ! [STANDING. ON HER WOMANLY LEGS. THERE IS A VAGINA BETWEEN THEM. A VAGINA.

She points a finger at him, breasts a-heavin'.] You'd damn well better be able to fix this.

[thelightbringer]

Of course I can. You've seen me change.

[He pats the bed.]

So just enjoy it.

[shifting]

Oh uh-uh. I'm gonna need my cock back before my ass goes anywhere near that bed.

[thelightbringer]

Ok. We don't need the bed.

[In a flash he's up, the lamp swept off the bedside table, Sam's naked ass set firmly on it.]

Come on, Sam. Educate me. What have I been missing?

[shifting]

[she gasps, suddenly very naked and very prone, and very aware of Lucifer's body between her legs, the wood of the nightstand under her (rather plush) butt. She's grabbed onto the angel's shoulders out of surprise, swallowing at the sudden rush of heat.

...Okay, so she's turned on. Not the point.]

Jackass. [wow, arousal feels weird in a woman's body. It's - deeper.] Is that what this is?

[thelightbringer]

What else would it be?

[He slides his fingertips down her thighs.]

[shifting]

I mean are you makin' a point? [goosebumps prickle on her thighs. She squirms a bit, tentatively rubs her leg along his. Still u n s u r e about this but not... completely opposed. It's just. Weird.]