Nyxie
【夢狐】
It had been a while since the incident at the slave boutique. Two days and three mental breakdowns later, the duo found themselves now a trio with the recent addition and indentured service of Yulathe the Ruferalahuin. It was almost as though fate had brought Aynea to her vulpine kin, something she simply couldn't ignore no matter how well she tried. Without any more credits to spend and one more individual to take care of, Aynea fell to desperate measures. She had thought about putting her new "slave" to work, but remembered the tears streaming down the woman's face as she knelt on the podium, restrained forcefully by her hair and tails and ball-gagged to keep from biting. That kind of experience was certain to torment and mentally scar the woman, she concluded. After a very brief night of deliberation, Aynea decided to take it upon herself to take care of her younger sisters-in-kind. She returned with a lightly aching body and the stench of illicit love.
Slowly the vixen dragged her feet across the shoddy hotel suite she rented towards the bathroom. One by one, articles of her outfit fell to the floor... first her shadow robe, then her singlet, then her Armor-Ani stockings and the deep, resonant thud of her beskar chopine-heels. She was content to tear off her bikini and throw it in an incinerator had only it not been the only pair she brought with her.
"Aei... Aeizori..." a gentle whisper said in the laying girl's furry little ear. "Wake up, luv. I've got your flea powder."
Aynea wasn't particularly proud of what she'd done to afford it... but she'd done it, and held no regrets. It was nothing she hadn't already experienced before, though on much different terms.
The vixen made her way to the bath and pressed for the tub to begin filling up with lukewarm water.
Slowly the vixen dragged her feet across the shoddy hotel suite she rented towards the bathroom. One by one, articles of her outfit fell to the floor... first her shadow robe, then her singlet, then her Armor-Ani stockings and the deep, resonant thud of her beskar chopine-heels. She was content to tear off her bikini and throw it in an incinerator had only it not been the only pair she brought with her.
"Aei... Aeizori..." a gentle whisper said in the laying girl's furry little ear. "Wake up, luv. I've got your flea powder."
Aynea wasn't particularly proud of what she'd done to afford it... but she'd done it, and held no regrets. It was nothing she hadn't already experienced before, though on much different terms.
The vixen made her way to the bath and pressed for the tub to begin filling up with lukewarm water.
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