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Meeting Miss Mozilla

It's Real to Pretend
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@[member="Ayña Kottos"]

Sakura. Intriguing planet, between Atrisian and Fringe space. With the forthcoming war, many Atrisians had come to this world looking for work, and Circe was one of the ones who chose to give them work - at a new factory being constructed on the planet for Subach's use. For the first time in quite a while, the gorgeous plant-woman had decided to visit a seedier part of the planet's nightlife, heading to some less reputable and more "underground" locations planet-wide. Her distinctly tainted touch would likely be felt by any who were nearby and capable of using the Force. But though it was dark, her aura did not have a feel of malevolence about it.

She just wanted to have fun. Maybe with a Firefox.
 

Vuplesia

Fox Fire! New OOC Account
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Aynea didn't have a spit of sense in the Force. Nothing greater than an uncanny intuition. She never even felt the Dark side coming. She simply continued on her stroll through town, looking for a suitable club or bar to hit. She was not entirely fond of Sakura; it did not feel lke home, but she could not return to her home on Atrisia while it stood in the flames of war. That was nothing she wanted any part of, even though she had a deep sense of appretiation for her citizenship.
She's pretty... but weird, she thought as she passed the plant woman by.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
 
It's Real to Pretend
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Circe's interest had picked up at the sight of the fox-woman. She was certainly quite the bombshell, deliciously attractive... And she resonated in the Force as well. Pausing, she called out to the kitsune, a soft smile on her face. "Hey! Don't I know you from somewhere?" In truth, she didn't, but had heard about a fox performing in more "adult" productions. "I'm guessing you're looking for a sexy club too... Care to join me in wandering the streets?"

A sweet smell of pheromones would return as well. Deliciously seductive to the Firefox...

@[member="Vulpesia"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Writer
Aynea stopped in place when the woman spoke out to her.
"Hey! Don't I know you from somewhere?"​
She turned to the side, her whole leg up to the middle of her thigh peeking out through the skirted slits in her regal robe. She cocked her head back to the side so that she could casually glance at the strange green woman.
"Uh... what?" she responded, no recollection of what transpired on Atrisia to be had. "Oh. Well, I don't judge you," she added, presuming the familiarity to descend from one of her holo tapes. "Just... please don't ask for an autograph or let anyone know I'm here, okay?"
Aynea smiled sincerely, trailing back towards the woman. She just wanted to talk, so what harm could come from being polite?
"I'm guessing you're looking for a sexy club too... Care to join me in wandering the streets?"
"Sure," Aynea nodded briefly. She cuffed her hands in a ball with her arms stretched down, giving a slight bow of happiness whilst her tails danced apart. What harm could there be? The pheromones in the air took a little longer to process in her system, both hot and bio-resistant. Eventually, when they built up, it might all overflow.

@[member="Circe Savan"]
 
It's Real to Pretend
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She was gorgeous. Simply gorgeous... but a place like this certainly wasn't a good place to grow more acquainted with her. The best place she could become "friends" with the woman she'd rescued from the Atrisians was the hotel room she'd rented for herself. Its bed was big enough for both of them. "So... I think I know of a place we could go to. A place I'm guessing you'll enjoy greatly."

One could only speculate what Circe had planned.

@[member="Ayña Kottos"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
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"So... I think I know of a place we could go to. A place I'm guessing you'll enjoy greatly."
Aynea could see the woman eyeing her. She herself looked absolutely luscious, delectable. Intentfully intoxicating pheromones put aside, the stranger's body was a hard little treat to decline. Aynea could feel the tension practically build inside her as her pulse slowly began to rise. She'd been in the business long enough to know when someone was inviting them to be a little more than friendly. It wasn't like this woman before her was ugly. Maybe a little innocent socializing couldn't hurt, she convinced herself. The fiery glow in her soft, plushy fur truly came to life at the prospect of acquainting such a person, even on completely platonic terms.
"Oooh... sure. Is it a club? Or a bar? Sushi, maybe? Ooh! I know, surprise me!..." said the fox gleefully.
She honestly had no clue what the woman would say, but she was such a delightful little thing; who could say no?

@[member="Circe Savan"]
 
It's Real to Pretend
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"Oh, I'll surprise you alright... Let's go, darling." The green-skinned plant-woman smiled as she gently took Ayna's hand in her own. The woman would soon find herself in the elevator of a delectable hotel building. Sakura did have the occasional good joint, after all. As they went up to the proper level, Circe gave a soft sigh, placing an arm over the fox's shoulder as she opened her hotel room door with her keycard.

"You know who I am. I saved you from Atrisian guards. Now, care to return the favor and 'save me' from my deprivation of fulfillment?"

@[member="Ayña Kottos"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
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Aynea walked happily through town, escorted by Circe, up to a rather grand little complex. As they arrived to her floor and suite proper, the woman slid her arm over Aynea's shoulder. Getting feely, are we? she thought within the private recesses of her so-far non-telepathic frame of mind. However, the lack of reflexive action her her body language and generally cool demeanor would have spoken volumes of its own.
"You know who I am. I saved you from Atrisian guards. Now, care to return the favor and 'save me' from my deprivation of fulfillment?"
Aynea paused for a moment at such a huge notion. Her face went blank and apathetic for a moment as she scrolled her eyes along the floor, hoping to gain some recollection or idea of what the woman had meant. She remembered setting a small fire in the royal palace, then waking up somewhere outside, and leaving in her Solace Class. Sadly, she just couldn't put tabs on the woman's face. It was all but foreign to her. All she could remember was a distinct smell; it was similar to something she had once encountered before.
"I-I'm sorry. I can't quite put my finger on it; it's like you're familiar... but I can't remember you at all." She paused, wondering what many grave things could have transpired to cause her jump from the fire to the open clearing without explanation. "Did something happen to me...?" she asked disdainfully. She obliged to entering the room, and was now opposite of a table, turned to face Circe even though her head was tilted down in a sort of melancholy. She just couldn't remember. She felt wronged, and uncomfortable about her time on Atrisia.
Suddenly, her hands, one after the other, raised and gently slid up the woman's arms meeting her collar bones. She drew a little closer to the alraune. Her face was still tucked away, looking to the ground to Circe's right side.
"I just don't know.... But maybe you can ease my sadness, friend."
Her cheeks grew mildly flush and her tails twirled up in excitement and comfort. Suddenly, she realized she was being intimate and affectionate, and it made her crave to ease the pain any way she knew.

@[member="Circe Savan"]
 
It's Real to Pretend
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"You were about to be shot by a guard... I saved you by stunning you. No wonder you don't remember..." She sighed, gently tugging at Ayna's robes as she brought her newest plaything to the bedroom. "I've never done it with a... mature actress, so to say. Particularly not one who's so terribly foxy. This is going to be a lot of fun." Gently, she brought her hand to the woman's cheek, her emerald gaze and pheromones slowly enrapturing the kitsune as she began to plan just exactly what she could do with this woman.

It would be a lot of fun, hopefully.

@[member="Ayña Kottos"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
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"Ooooooh, so bold. Well, then." she alluringly replied. Straight to business with this one, it seemed. "Oh, I don't know what you are, but this will be very... rejuvenating... indeed...." she pronounced as she pushed the woman slowly back against the bed.
Aynea lowered one of her hands to the woman's waist and caressed her hip as she graduated from pecking to french kissing to licking down the side of her neck. I know, she thought, Perhaps if I just... nibble a hole in... and suck some blood out... I might regain a bit of my blank memory. She began gently gnawing on Circe's neck to find a soft spot, as she began delving into other unspeakable practices leaning over the woman.
And such was the Legend of the Kumiho and the Alraune.

@[member="Circe Savan"]


Fade.
To.
Black.
Now.
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
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It was the morning after. Well, some time before noon, to be truthful. The bright rays of the risen sun shone through the cracks between the curtains. As the foxy woman opened them up, the light drowned the room in color. Her travel things had been brought back with her into a walk-in closet mere minutes before, and she went behind its half-closed door to slip back out of her imperial robe and into nothing more than a maid-like cooking apron.
As she made her way to the kitchen, Aynea tossed the bundle of fresh fish hung from fishing wire over her shoulder and pushed a button that turned its stove on. One by one, she carefully scaled their bodies with her claws. She grabbed a pan from a hanging rack, placed it on the stove top, filled it with oil and began throwing the fish into it. They slowly rose to a sizzle and filled the high-end suite with a fishy scent that covered up the musk and other 'fishy' scents of the room that lingered from the night before. A childish grin covered her face as she happily hummed a tune under her breath and slithered her tails, pleased to be cooking for a partner again. Her belly churned a little, but she couldn't tell if it was from hunger or the chair-thing that she was acquainted with hours ago.
Aynea set the pan to a simmer and trotted over to the bedroom where @[member="Circe Savan"] was. She fell on all fours and leapt over to the bed, landing with such precision and grace that it barely shook the sheets. Her eyes laid upon the woman's face, she nuzzled the sheets away from her head and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She loved Circe's lips, and knew the way they felt well.
"Are you awake yet? I made you something...." she gleefully whispered.
 
It's Real to Pretend
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A soft smile hit Circe's face as she felt the gentle weight of the foxy kitsune on top of her, their lips intertwined with one another. Her arm gently ran over the exposed back of the foxtress, soaking up the feel of the woman's skin as she sultrily smiled. "What would that be, darling?" Carefully sitting up, her unclad form slowly shimmering with the Dark Side as the illusion of undergarments solidified over her flesh. "Aynea... that was delectable, and I'd love to keep you around, maybe spend more time with you, have some more fun. You're absolutely wonderful..."

Standing up, the smell of fish reached the woman's ears, a soft smile growing on her face as she realized what Aynea had done. "Did you make me something to eat?"

@[member="Ayña Kottos"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
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Immediately looking back upon it, Aynea felt as though maybe cooking fish for her plant-like partner's breakfast wasn't the smartest idea. However, it made her feel really special to be appreciated and have the gesture of kindness accepted.
"Um - oh, no. I'm so sorry! I guess I did not give it much thought," the foxtress scratched the back of her head dumbly. "Do you like fish? I caught it fresh from the local lake."
Aynea softly leapt up off of the bed to stand with Circe. She walked out to the kitchen where her catch was frying. A familiar scent of smoke arose which she should have immediately recognized earlier with her sharp sense of smell.
"Oh no! Kark!" Aynea shouted, scrambling to get to the pot and put out the fire.
Her eyes locked with the flame, seeming to suck the life right out of it and collect it in her irises.
"Nuu..." she mumbled, shuffling through the controls on the stove while skimming over the surface of the fish with her eyes. Phew.... She wiped her forehead. It was mostly unscathed and still very much edible. Casually stiffling over to a small cabinet over to the side, she grabbed several spices that she kept with her and began preparing the meal to be eaten. The three fish were neatly placed on a dish and given a few final touches befre being brought out and presented to her partner.
"I hope you like it!" Aynea said with a radiant, glowing look, happy to serve and secretly hoping that Circe would never notice the smoke.
Fine food and foxy eye-candy; Aynea hoped it was pleasing.

@[member="Circe Savan"]​
 
It's Real to Pretend
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"Of course I enjoy fish. It's one of the few substances that I can adequately eat without simply absorbing it into my biomass." Eying Aynea's quick save, she gave a soft smile, impressed by the quick save. The fish was blackened, but the spices made it admittedly palatable as she sat down, taking a bite, her illusion dissipating as she gave a soft chuckle, the first bite of fish forked into the plant-woman's mouth. "Take the apron off and enjoy a meal with me, darling. I enjoy your company and greatly desire you to stick around."

She smiled, gently petting the fox-woman's ears. This woman was a wonderful companion.

@[member="Ayña Kottos"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Writer
Aynea was glad her cooking would be enjoyed after all. She couldn't help but be enthralled by the woman's own stunning body as her clothes seemed to just... fade off.
"Alright..." she nodded, reaching around her back for the knots and pulling them loose so that the apron slid gracefully from her bare form.
A bright smile returned to her face as she sat down next to the woman.
"I would really love that! You're so nice to be around, and you were wonderful. I don't have anywhere else better to b-aah!" Aynea jumped a little as the woman began petting and rubbing at her ears. It felt great and no one ever touched her ears before, unless they were tugging or scraping at them out of curiosity. She wagged her tails around jubilantly, obliging to being pet.
"Mmmm.... So where do we go from here? I... don't have a home anymore ever since I fled Atrisia."
She was sad now. Happy, but sad. The woman petting her and her open, unashamed nature gave Aynea comfort, yet she remembered that the place she had taken so long settling into was no longer her home, and again she would have to leave everything she knew behind.

@[member="Circe Savan"]​
 
It's Real to Pretend
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@[member="Ayña Kottos"]

"You don't have a home?" Circe frowned, taking another bite of her food. "Well, it just so happens that I have a planet all to myself, governed by me and me alone. It's a world covered in... plants..." She chuckled, considering the repercussions of their night together. Another twist or turn inside of Aynea would remind her of what existed there.

"It may not be Atrisia, darling, but it's a place where you get a better chance at starting anew than elsewhere. Besides, i'm sure we can transfer your accounts and other assets to Serpena for your later usage."
 
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