Ch. 1!
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She was beautiful. He assumed so, anyways.
Throughout his 6-years of life, Mozze had encountered a scarce number of the opposite-sex, barely enough to satisfactorily compare his new mother with.
He was PRETTY sure she was beautiful though. Maybe the prettiest there was on the planet, or in the history of the planet. She was tall (everyone was to Mozze, but she was actually tall, taller than his father), with an athletic figure and strong and muscular legs. Her hair was a sleek, shiny gold color, typically tied into a tight bun on top of her head. Her face was made of two dollops of clear blue for eyes, an ever-so slightly upturned nose, a thin and velvety red set of lips, and two tiny ears poking out on either side of her head. Cloaked in a kimono colored the orange of autumn leaves, she took young Mozze’s breath away.
As Mozze’s father – a small, yet somehow lanky sort of man, clothed in the traditional gray robe of the state council – spoke to them, Mozze’s snuck glances at his new mother.
“The council will be meeting in an hour, so I’ll be brief,” Mozze’s father voiced echoed in the hall of their mansion, monotone and unwelcome to Mozze. What was his father’s name? Siega? Mozze thought that sounded right. “I’ll be up to my eyes and ears in complaints, suggestions, and Chief God knows what else. Assuming I decide to come home at all, I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. Work hard dear.” Mozze’s new mother chirped. She said it kinda weird. She wished him good luck, but she didn’t sound like she meant it. Not a lie, but something else.
Mozze decided that she must be magic.
Siega nodded, and walked curtly out the door. Mozze and his new mother were left alone in the house. The giant, empty house.
His mother heaved a heavy sigh. “What a fuddy-duddy.” She turned to the gawking Mozze with a soft smile. He yelped and jumped back a bit. She giggled. “Easy little guy, I won’t hurt you. I just wanted to…” she twisted her lips in thought. “…make things a bit easier to understand. Would that be okay with you? If I just talked with you for a bit?”
Mozze fidgeted, bringing his hands together and rubbing them nervously. His short, black hair swayed a bit.
"Okay."
“Hmm? Did you say something, honey?”
He swallowed. “Okay. Ple-pleas-” he took a deep breath. “Please tell me.”
She tilted her head to the side, her smile still gentle. “Good job, love.” She sighed. “Where to begin…? I guess you’re wondering why a weird old lady showed up in your house this morning.”
He fidgeted. “You’re…not weird.” He mumbled.
“Hah! I like you.” she chuckled as his cheeks turned rosy red. “Well, you’re daddy…his job is kinda rough. He has to see to every whining miner and self-important noble, without making any fuss. With all that on his plate, he didn’t think there was any way he could keep a house and raise a child on top of it all.” she paused for a second, hesitating. “It’s been hard for him, I think. You know…” she hesitated, clearly lost.
“Since mom died?” he asked. Her face lit up with surprise. He shook his head. “It’s okay. I never knew her. She died making me.”
“Oh.” She was quiet. “I…I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll make sure to keep you safe…for her.” she added, almost as an aside.
He went crimson, yet again.
She took a breath. “…Well, like I was saying. Since your Dad’s so busy, I’m here to help out. My main job is looking after you,” she paused to lightly tug on his nose with her thumb and pointer fingers. He yelped in surprise, before quickly beginning to giggle as she let go. “Of course, I’ll keep the house clean and cook ya dinner, all that junk.” Her voice was coming out a little funnier. She blanched a bit, then cleared her throat. “That about covers it. Anything else you wanted to know?
“Um….” He hesitated. “What’s your name?”
She lightly hit her forehead. “Duh! How did I forget that?” She giggled. “My name is Konaka. You can call me Konnie, if you like that better.” Her growingly familiar smile appeared on her face. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mozze.”
Mozze smiled, nervous, but a little more at ease. “It’s won-wonderf-wanderfu-“he swallowed, roughly. “Wonderful to meet you, Konaka.” Then he gasped as he was enveloped in a hug. She held him in a firm, but gentle embrace. His breath came out in puffs. She smelled amazing.
She pulled back a bit, moving her arms to his shoulders. She looked at him in the eyes and smiled. “What a smart boy. I know all this is sudden, but I am here for you, Mozzie.” Mozzie? “I hope I can be a part of your life someday.”
He gripped her arms, took a breath, and gave her his best smile. It wasn’t very impressive.
She chuckled softly and stood up. “Well, I’ll go whip up some breakfast for you. When is your tutor supposed to be here?”
“I don’t have tutoring today or tomorrow. Just the other days.” He replied.
“Oh, that’s fantastic!” The usual smile. “We’ll have to do something special, won’t we?” She turned to the
kitchen, then hesitated. She turned to Mozze, who was following a few steps behind her.
They told her not to tell anyone, but…he should be fine, right? He WAS the whole reason she was here, after all. Besides, she decided she would feel better if he knew. She wouldn’t tell him everything, just the basics.
She kneeled down suddenly, surprising Mozze, whose attention had been focused on his shoes.
“Hey, Mozze? I want to tell you something.”
His green eyes stared at her in curiosity. “What is it?”
“Welll..” She squinted her eyes and glanced around conspiratorially. Hey, she might as well play it up, right? “…I’m not just here to be your mother.” At Mozze’s hurt look, she added a quick addendum. “No, no, no! I’m MAINLY here to be your mother.” Mozze breathed a relieved sigh. “But you see, I’m here to do something else.” She leaned to whisper into the confused boy’s ear. “I’m like a, a…hero, a good guy, but in secret. While I’m here, I need to make sure your Dad approves all the right things. There are so many different bills and new laws, it would be impossible for him to keep them all straight. So, Konnie’s gotta make sure ya Daddy keeps it all togetha and don’t mess nothin up.” She cleared her throat. Mozze looked up at her, eyes wide in admiration.
She smiled. It really was cathartic. She just couldn’t bear to keep anything from him. She felt sure he could be trusted, but just in case…
“This is just between you and me, all right? Promise me you won’t tell your friends or tutors, okay?”
Mozze nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah! Don’t worry, I never talk to my tutors about anything important. I won’t tell anyone!” She smiled.
Mozze scrunched his face up in confusion. “Hey, Konnie? What’s a ‘friend’?” She grimaced. That one hit a few heart strings.
“Um…..I’ll-I’ll tell you later, love.” Her smile worked its way back to her face. “What do you want for breakfast?”
They walked to the kitchen, Mozze attempting to convince her that he could make his own breakfast, and Konaka ignoring
him, stating that she would make him breakfast anyway and force feed him if she had to.
Later that night.
Konaka closed the door to Mozze’s room. After dinner, she had played games with him until he could barely stay awake. He loved chess, but Konaka coaxed him into playing hide-and-seek with her. He really took to it, it took her five whole hours to find him.
After she cleaned the mud and tree leaves from his hiding spot out of his hair, she had carried the sleepy boy to his room. He had fallen asleep mid-way there.
“Sleep tight, Mozze.”
She walked down the mansion’s hall and into the front parlor. She sat down on a gaudy sofa and began to read, “The Promiscuous Merrow and the Naïve Fisherman.” She was just getting to a steamy part when her ‘husband’ walked in through the front door.
“Is he asleep?” He asked, forgetting to greet her.
She sighed and closed her book, her body slightly aroused. From the book. “Fast, sound, and steady.”
“Good.” He cleared his throat. A small girl ran into the parlor while Siega held the door open. The girl was dressed in brown furs and had long, messy hair. She walked up to Konaka.
“How’s it going, Konnie?” The girl sang out.
“Just fine. Little Mozzie is just delightful.” Konaka said, matching the girl’s mirth.
“That’s good! I never get to hear about him. THIS one is always too busy slobbering all over me.” She nodded towards Siega, who recoiled.
“I-I-I-I’m sorry, mistress.” He mumbled.
“Did I permit you to talk?” She sang out, her smile cheery. He paled, bowing his head to her. She sighed. “Well, whatever. I’m tired. Nice talking to you, Konnie.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Jenka.” Replied the older (?) woman.
Jenka turned to Siega. “Slave!” He flinched. “Carry me to bed.” Siega bowed respectfully, then picked her up like she was his bride and walked towards his chambers.
Jenka turned to Konaka, one last time. “If you hear screaming, don’t worry! We’re just wrestling!” She sang. Siega whimpered.
Konaka snorted as they disappeared around the corner. What a pair. It had been so difficult to find a…”pain enthusiast” that desired a woman of Jenka’s nature. Konnie considered going back to her book, but decided that she would prefer to go to bed. The sooner that morning came, the sooner she would see Mozze again.
As she walked towards her bedroom, she reflected on everything that had brought her here, and everything that would have to happen before she could leave. It would be a long time.
She sighed, her eyes drifting out a window and staring at the moon. Its light was cool and mysterious. She stood, contemplating her situation, as the light washed over the woman in the kimono, her seven tails barely peeking out from underneath it.
Throughout his 6-years of life, Mozze had encountered a scarce number of the opposite-sex, barely enough to satisfactorily compare his new mother with.
He was PRETTY sure she was beautiful though. Maybe the prettiest there was on the planet, or in the history of the planet. She was tall (everyone was to Mozze, but she was actually tall, taller than his father), with an athletic figure and strong and muscular legs. Her hair was a sleek, shiny gold color, typically tied into a tight bun on top of her head. Her face was made of two dollops of clear blue for eyes, an ever-so slightly upturned nose, a thin and velvety red set of lips, and two tiny ears poking out on either side of her head. Cloaked in a kimono colored the orange of autumn leaves, she took young Mozze’s breath away.
As Mozze’s father – a small, yet somehow lanky sort of man, clothed in the traditional gray robe of the state council – spoke to them, Mozze’s snuck glances at his new mother.
“The council will be meeting in an hour, so I’ll be brief,” Mozze’s father voiced echoed in the hall of their mansion, monotone and unwelcome to Mozze. What was his father’s name? Siega? Mozze thought that sounded right. “I’ll be up to my eyes and ears in complaints, suggestions, and Chief God knows what else. Assuming I decide to come home at all, I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. Work hard dear.” Mozze’s new mother chirped. She said it kinda weird. She wished him good luck, but she didn’t sound like she meant it. Not a lie, but something else.
Mozze decided that she must be magic.
Siega nodded, and walked curtly out the door. Mozze and his new mother were left alone in the house. The giant, empty house.
His mother heaved a heavy sigh. “What a fuddy-duddy.” She turned to the gawking Mozze with a soft smile. He yelped and jumped back a bit. She giggled. “Easy little guy, I won’t hurt you. I just wanted to…” she twisted her lips in thought. “…make things a bit easier to understand. Would that be okay with you? If I just talked with you for a bit?”
Mozze fidgeted, bringing his hands together and rubbing them nervously. His short, black hair swayed a bit.
"Okay."
“Hmm? Did you say something, honey?”
He swallowed. “Okay. Ple-pleas-” he took a deep breath. “Please tell me.”
She tilted her head to the side, her smile still gentle. “Good job, love.” She sighed. “Where to begin…? I guess you’re wondering why a weird old lady showed up in your house this morning.”
He fidgeted. “You’re…not weird.” He mumbled.
“Hah! I like you.” she chuckled as his cheeks turned rosy red. “Well, you’re daddy…his job is kinda rough. He has to see to every whining miner and self-important noble, without making any fuss. With all that on his plate, he didn’t think there was any way he could keep a house and raise a child on top of it all.” she paused for a second, hesitating. “It’s been hard for him, I think. You know…” she hesitated, clearly lost.
“Since mom died?” he asked. Her face lit up with surprise. He shook his head. “It’s okay. I never knew her. She died making me.”
“Oh.” She was quiet. “I…I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll make sure to keep you safe…for her.” she added, almost as an aside.
He went crimson, yet again.
She took a breath. “…Well, like I was saying. Since your Dad’s so busy, I’m here to help out. My main job is looking after you,” she paused to lightly tug on his nose with her thumb and pointer fingers. He yelped in surprise, before quickly beginning to giggle as she let go. “Of course, I’ll keep the house clean and cook ya dinner, all that junk.” Her voice was coming out a little funnier. She blanched a bit, then cleared her throat. “That about covers it. Anything else you wanted to know?
“Um….” He hesitated. “What’s your name?”
She lightly hit her forehead. “Duh! How did I forget that?” She giggled. “My name is Konaka. You can call me Konnie, if you like that better.” Her growingly familiar smile appeared on her face. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mozze.”
Mozze smiled, nervous, but a little more at ease. “It’s won-wonderf-wanderfu-“he swallowed, roughly. “Wonderful to meet you, Konaka.” Then he gasped as he was enveloped in a hug. She held him in a firm, but gentle embrace. His breath came out in puffs. She smelled amazing.
She pulled back a bit, moving her arms to his shoulders. She looked at him in the eyes and smiled. “What a smart boy. I know all this is sudden, but I am here for you, Mozzie.” Mozzie? “I hope I can be a part of your life someday.”
He gripped her arms, took a breath, and gave her his best smile. It wasn’t very impressive.
She chuckled softly and stood up. “Well, I’ll go whip up some breakfast for you. When is your tutor supposed to be here?”
“I don’t have tutoring today or tomorrow. Just the other days.” He replied.
“Oh, that’s fantastic!” The usual smile. “We’ll have to do something special, won’t we?” She turned to the
kitchen, then hesitated. She turned to Mozze, who was following a few steps behind her.
They told her not to tell anyone, but…he should be fine, right? He WAS the whole reason she was here, after all. Besides, she decided she would feel better if he knew. She wouldn’t tell him everything, just the basics.
She kneeled down suddenly, surprising Mozze, whose attention had been focused on his shoes.
“Hey, Mozze? I want to tell you something.”
His green eyes stared at her in curiosity. “What is it?”
“Welll..” She squinted her eyes and glanced around conspiratorially. Hey, she might as well play it up, right? “…I’m not just here to be your mother.” At Mozze’s hurt look, she added a quick addendum. “No, no, no! I’m MAINLY here to be your mother.” Mozze breathed a relieved sigh. “But you see, I’m here to do something else.” She leaned to whisper into the confused boy’s ear. “I’m like a, a…hero, a good guy, but in secret. While I’m here, I need to make sure your Dad approves all the right things. There are so many different bills and new laws, it would be impossible for him to keep them all straight. So, Konnie’s gotta make sure ya Daddy keeps it all togetha and don’t mess nothin up.” She cleared her throat. Mozze looked up at her, eyes wide in admiration.
She smiled. It really was cathartic. She just couldn’t bear to keep anything from him. She felt sure he could be trusted, but just in case…
“This is just between you and me, all right? Promise me you won’t tell your friends or tutors, okay?”
Mozze nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah! Don’t worry, I never talk to my tutors about anything important. I won’t tell anyone!” She smiled.
Mozze scrunched his face up in confusion. “Hey, Konnie? What’s a ‘friend’?” She grimaced. That one hit a few heart strings.
“Um…..I’ll-I’ll tell you later, love.” Her smile worked its way back to her face. “What do you want for breakfast?”
They walked to the kitchen, Mozze attempting to convince her that he could make his own breakfast, and Konaka ignoring
him, stating that she would make him breakfast anyway and force feed him if she had to.
Later that night.
Konaka closed the door to Mozze’s room. After dinner, she had played games with him until he could barely stay awake. He loved chess, but Konaka coaxed him into playing hide-and-seek with her. He really took to it, it took her five whole hours to find him.
After she cleaned the mud and tree leaves from his hiding spot out of his hair, she had carried the sleepy boy to his room. He had fallen asleep mid-way there.
“Sleep tight, Mozze.”
She walked down the mansion’s hall and into the front parlor. She sat down on a gaudy sofa and began to read, “The Promiscuous Merrow and the Naïve Fisherman.” She was just getting to a steamy part when her ‘husband’ walked in through the front door.
“Is he asleep?” He asked, forgetting to greet her.
She sighed and closed her book, her body slightly aroused. From the book. “Fast, sound, and steady.”
“Good.” He cleared his throat. A small girl ran into the parlor while Siega held the door open. The girl was dressed in brown furs and had long, messy hair. She walked up to Konaka.
“How’s it going, Konnie?” The girl sang out.
“Just fine. Little Mozzie is just delightful.” Konaka said, matching the girl’s mirth.
“That’s good! I never get to hear about him. THIS one is always too busy slobbering all over me.” She nodded towards Siega, who recoiled.
“I-I-I-I’m sorry, mistress.” He mumbled.
“Did I permit you to talk?” She sang out, her smile cheery. He paled, bowing his head to her. She sighed. “Well, whatever. I’m tired. Nice talking to you, Konnie.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Jenka.” Replied the older (?) woman.
Jenka turned to Siega. “Slave!” He flinched. “Carry me to bed.” Siega bowed respectfully, then picked her up like she was his bride and walked towards his chambers.
Jenka turned to Konaka, one last time. “If you hear screaming, don’t worry! We’re just wrestling!” She sang. Siega whimpered.
Konaka snorted as they disappeared around the corner. What a pair. It had been so difficult to find a…”pain enthusiast” that desired a woman of Jenka’s nature. Konnie considered going back to her book, but decided that she would prefer to go to bed. The sooner that morning came, the sooner she would see Mozze again.
As she walked towards her bedroom, she reflected on everything that had brought her here, and everything that would have to happen before she could leave. It would be a long time.
She sighed, her eyes drifting out a window and staring at the moon. Its light was cool and mysterious. She stood, contemplating her situation, as the light washed over the woman in the kimono, her seven tails barely peeking out from underneath it.
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Ch. 2
Konaka took Mozze’s clothes from the basket, preparing to hang them upon the wire for drying. As she picked up his robe, she paused.
Mozze Nataki. Her little Mozzie.
“He’s getting so big…” she whispered, her mind pensive. She pushed her face into the clean, damp fabric.
It had been four years since she had first arrived. Four birthday party for Mozze, nine pro-mamono bills passed, sixteen memories of Mozze shyly saying that he loved her, two incredibly tense explanations to Mozze about his diminutive “auntie” that his father brought home.
With a sigh, she hung the robe on the wire and continued with her chores. As she walked back inside to get started on lunch, she glanced at the ring on her finger. It was a gaudy, ugly thing, with an oversized gem the color of swamp water. On the top of the gem was a bright orange insignia of an apple tree with a fox cub lying next to it. Her family crest.
She sighed once more. She wore the damn thing every day, a constant reminder of her family. Her Father had gifted her with it the day before she was sent to the Nataki household on her mission.
The mission. It was all going perfectly. Every risk had been eliminated, all suspicion diverted, all dissenters placated by the kunoichi. Everything Konaka was working for was in grasp, all of her dreams on the horizon.
Great Demon Lord was she horny.
It had gotten borderline intolerable. Up until this point she had managed to keep herself under control with reserve spirit energy from her tails. Year after year of loveless encounters had been good for something after all. But now, she could feel it bubbling up. She was constantly on edge around Mozze. She feared he was beginning to notice it, even if he didn’t understand the reason behind her stress.
She bit into her lip. She hadn’t spent all this time with him to begin drifting away from him now. She needed to find a way to keep the lust at bay. But there was no healthy way to suppress what came naturally to her.
Or rather, no healthy way to maintain her pride and suppress her lust. She growled to herself.
A trashy ring wasn’t the only think Konaka departed from her family with. In her infinite wisdom, her Mother had bestowed one other gift upon her. The perfect thing to keep young Mozzie safe from Konaka for a few more years.
Oh wonderful mother, she thought. Thank you for all you have done for me and my love. I am forever in you debt.
Finishing her silent declaration of gratitude, Konaka twisted her face into a scowl.
“Miserable cow.” she spat.
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Several years earlier.
“I’d thank you for helping me out on this, but I guess that you’re just going to snag a man too, right?”
Jenka’s face was an unnatural mix of admonishing and playful. She sat across the table from Konaka, their lunch freshly devoured. The restaurant was small and quiet. It was a slow day.
“Oh, my mistake. You’re coming along to snag a BOY, right? Right?” she snickered.
Konaka stuck out her tongue at the Baphomet. “Hey, that boy will remain perfectly virginal until he does some growing up. Besides, you’re the last person who can gets to judge people with younger partners.”
“Hey, I AM the young one, I can judge the old perverts all. I. Want.” she sneered, her eyes much more playful than her tone.
Konaka cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re the young one, huh?”
“Careful Konnie.” the Baphomet warned. “We’re both a lot older than either of us wants to admit.”
The Youko sighed. “And still not old enough to get any respect.”
The Baphomet rolled her eyes. “Seriously. Hopefully this little ‘mission’ the council is sending us on will push us up the ladder a bit.”
“It won’t” Konaka deadpanned.
“Yeah, I know.” she smiled. “Oh well! Who needs respect and power when you have a hubby to fuck?”
Konaka smiled, not quite matching her friend’s enthusiasm. “I’ve had my share of fucks, I just want a hubby.”
Jenka placed a paw on friend’s hand. “Hey, it’ll work out this time. You can feel it, right?”
Konaka nodded
.
“Then that settles it! We’re Mamono, Konnie. We know when we’ve found the one.” Jenka’s voice was soft, her words comforting.
Konaka looked down into her friend’s eyes, and gave her a smile, a genuine one.
“I’ve got to make some final preparations, make sure everyone at the Sabbath will be okay without me, make sure our ship is prepared, that sort of thing.” she hesitated. “You need to talk to your parents, right?”
Konaka grimaced. “Yes. I suppose I should.” she sighed her signature sigh. “Well, I suppose it will be nice to see my Father.”
“What about your Mo-“Jenka stopped herself. “..Uh, never mind. See you on the boat, sweetie!” The Baphomet chirped, leaping from her chair and trotting out the door, nearly bowling over a Hornet waitress.
Konaka laughed. “Typical. First she gives me a pep-talk, then she sticks me with the bill.”
The waitress walked briskly to her table. “You payin’?” She asked, her voice impatient.
“Yes, yes.” Konaka sighed, fishing her coin purse from her robes. She dropped a few coins into the Hornet’s hands. With a respectful (or close) nod, Konaka stood up and pushed in the chair. Walking past the grumbling Hornet and her apologetic looking husband at the register. Konaka walked out into the warm sun.
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Her parents’ house- elegant, roomy, and painted a horrible burnt orange- sat atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, neighboring several other fancy and better painted houses.
Konaka stood on the porch, arms glued to her side. She took a deep breath. And then another.
And another.
One more.
Okay, one more.
Maybe just one mo-
The door jettisoned open, causing Konaka to recoil in shock. A man stood at the door, armed with a goofy grin and a plaid attire. An unprecedentedly small cowboy hat sat atop his bald head.
“What ar’ yah standin out here for, little lady!? Come in here and giv ya Daddy a hug!”
Konaka laughed and ran into her father’s arms. “I missed you, Daddy.”
Fergus Mickon, Konaka’s “Daddy”, was a man of many years and a man of even more stories. Sheepherder, gold baron, farmer and one-time male-escort, Fergus had seen and done enough for a lifetime. Despite the hectic days of his youth, he seemed to take quite well to an old man’s existence, living his days in relaxation and comfort.
He gently squeezed his daughter. “I missed yah too, mah little mud fox.”
They both laughed. When she was a child, Konaka would spend every rainy day frolicking in the mud. When she came back in the house, dripping with mud and rain, her Father would laugh while her Mother would shriek. He came up with the name when she could barely talk, and it had stuck with her ever since.
A hint of distress appeared on his face. “I’m guessin you’ll wanna be talkin to yah Mother, huh?”
Konaka frowned. “I came to talk to both of you.”
Fergus shook his head. “Yah only need to talk teh her. Yah already got mah blessin.” He smiled. “Take care of yah self, mud fox. And lemme see that boy when he’s old ‘nough. Need to make sure he’s good enough for mah daughter.”
Konaka’s mouth dipped open a little, then tears started to come out of her eyes. “Th-thank you, Daddy.” she blubbered. “You’re da best damn Daddy a girl could eva’ hav.” her accent was leaking out, thick and fast. It was the only thing Fergus had ever given her that she didn’t like.
For his part, Fergus just wrapped his arms around his mud fox.
“Dear, your bumpkin is showing.” a voice rang from behind them, cold and sultry.
Konaka flinched in her father’s embrace. “Lovely to see you too, Mother.”
Fergus released his daughter, patting her gently on the shoulder. He planted a hand on her back and lightly pushed her in front of him. He turned to walk out the door.
“I’m gonna go see how the neighbor’s baby is doin. You girls play nice now.” he whispered, unsure of how to proceed. Konaka looked at him over her shoulder and nodded. Reluctantly, he closed the door.
Konaka’s gaze turned to her mother.
Leena Mickon. Tall, regal, imposing, she could be called many things. Perhaps the only things she couldn’t be called, at least in Konaka’s, mind, was ugly.
She possessed the type of beauty many people could only dream. Flowing blonde hair, burning red eyes and a thin and tall frame. She was beautiful. It wasn’t opinion, it was fact.
Her personality was less captivating.
“So, I’ve heard that instead of bars and ports, you’ll be fishing for love in the nursery.” Leena said, her voice neutral.
“Yes.” Konaka didn’t contest it. There wasn’t any point.
“How lovely.”
There was a pause.
Finally, Leena broke the silence. With a sigh, - Oh Lord, did Konaka get it from her? - she walked to Konaka’s side and opened up a small chest. She fished around for a moment, before pulling two small boxes. One was neatly clothed in colorful wrapping paper and an oversized bow, while the other was a simple, velvet red cube.
“These are from your father and I.” she raised the colorful present upwards, slightly. “From your father.” she raised the present in her other hand. “From me.”
“Got it.” Konaka snatched the colorful present and turned towards the door.
“Konaka, please.” her Mother implored her.
Konaka sighed. She turned back towards her mother and grabbed the other present.
“Thank you.” Konaka mumbled.
Leena nodded. She sighed. “I’m sure you can figure out your father’s gift, but let me explain my gift.” Leena gestured Konaka to open the red cube. Slightly suspicious, Konaka opened it and peered inside.
Inside the cube lay 15 pills, arranged in 3 rows.
“Birth control pills?” She scoffed. “Worried I’ll get pregnant?”
“Wouldn’t that be a pleasant change?” Leena shot back. Konaka scowled in reply. “No, they’re not for birth control. They’ll suppress any ill-advised urges you may feel towards the boy.”
Konaka scrunched her brow in confusion. Leena sighed, dramatically.
“They make you no want rape little boy. Okay?” Leena spat, condescension clinging to every word.
Konaka snarled. She was about to mouth off to her Mother, but then she considered the gift. There was a pause between them.
“…How long is each pill good for?” Konaka asked.
“150 days, each. Don’t take another while one’s still active, you’ll get diarrhea.” Leena stated, impassive.
Konaka was quiet. This would be incredibly useful, a surefire way to keep the boy safe.
And it really pissed her off.
With a grimace, she pushed the words out of her mouth. “Thank. You. Mother.”
There was a pause.
“You’re welcome.”
There was another pause.
Konaka sighed. She turned towards the door.
“Konaka.” she turned to Leena.
“I love you. Make sure he treats you right.”
Konaka froze. She swallowed. “I love you too. I’ll see you in ten years, or whatever.” she turned once more to the door. “My ship is leaving soon. Kiss Daddy goodbye for me.” She pushed the door open and walked outside. As she turned to close the door, she whispered to her mother, almost inaudibly.
“I’ll miss you, Mommy.”
Leena looked away, a tear falling down her cheek. “I’ll miss you too, little Konnie.”
Through bleary eyes, Konaka gently shut the door.
Konaka took Mozze’s clothes from the basket, preparing to hang them upon the wire for drying. As she picked up his robe, she paused.
Mozze Nataki. Her little Mozzie.
“He’s getting so big…” she whispered, her mind pensive. She pushed her face into the clean, damp fabric.
It had been four years since she had first arrived. Four birthday party for Mozze, nine pro-mamono bills passed, sixteen memories of Mozze shyly saying that he loved her, two incredibly tense explanations to Mozze about his diminutive “auntie” that his father brought home.
With a sigh, she hung the robe on the wire and continued with her chores. As she walked back inside to get started on lunch, she glanced at the ring on her finger. It was a gaudy, ugly thing, with an oversized gem the color of swamp water. On the top of the gem was a bright orange insignia of an apple tree with a fox cub lying next to it. Her family crest.
She sighed once more. She wore the damn thing every day, a constant reminder of her family. Her Father had gifted her with it the day before she was sent to the Nataki household on her mission.
The mission. It was all going perfectly. Every risk had been eliminated, all suspicion diverted, all dissenters placated by the kunoichi. Everything Konaka was working for was in grasp, all of her dreams on the horizon.
Great Demon Lord was she horny.
It had gotten borderline intolerable. Up until this point she had managed to keep herself under control with reserve spirit energy from her tails. Year after year of loveless encounters had been good for something after all. But now, she could feel it bubbling up. She was constantly on edge around Mozze. She feared he was beginning to notice it, even if he didn’t understand the reason behind her stress.
She bit into her lip. She hadn’t spent all this time with him to begin drifting away from him now. She needed to find a way to keep the lust at bay. But there was no healthy way to suppress what came naturally to her.
Or rather, no healthy way to maintain her pride and suppress her lust. She growled to herself.
A trashy ring wasn’t the only think Konaka departed from her family with. In her infinite wisdom, her Mother had bestowed one other gift upon her. The perfect thing to keep young Mozzie safe from Konaka for a few more years.
Oh wonderful mother, she thought. Thank you for all you have done for me and my love. I am forever in you debt.
Finishing her silent declaration of gratitude, Konaka twisted her face into a scowl.
“Miserable cow.” she spat.
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Several years earlier.
“I’d thank you for helping me out on this, but I guess that you’re just going to snag a man too, right?”
Jenka’s face was an unnatural mix of admonishing and playful. She sat across the table from Konaka, their lunch freshly devoured. The restaurant was small and quiet. It was a slow day.
“Oh, my mistake. You’re coming along to snag a BOY, right? Right?” she snickered.
Konaka stuck out her tongue at the Baphomet. “Hey, that boy will remain perfectly virginal until he does some growing up. Besides, you’re the last person who can gets to judge people with younger partners.”
“Hey, I AM the young one, I can judge the old perverts all. I. Want.” she sneered, her eyes much more playful than her tone.
Konaka cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re the young one, huh?”
“Careful Konnie.” the Baphomet warned. “We’re both a lot older than either of us wants to admit.”
The Youko sighed. “And still not old enough to get any respect.”
The Baphomet rolled her eyes. “Seriously. Hopefully this little ‘mission’ the council is sending us on will push us up the ladder a bit.”
“It won’t” Konaka deadpanned.
“Yeah, I know.” she smiled. “Oh well! Who needs respect and power when you have a hubby to fuck?”
Konaka smiled, not quite matching her friend’s enthusiasm. “I’ve had my share of fucks, I just want a hubby.”
Jenka placed a paw on friend’s hand. “Hey, it’ll work out this time. You can feel it, right?”
Konaka nodded
.
“Then that settles it! We’re Mamono, Konnie. We know when we’ve found the one.” Jenka’s voice was soft, her words comforting.
Konaka looked down into her friend’s eyes, and gave her a smile, a genuine one.
“I’ve got to make some final preparations, make sure everyone at the Sabbath will be okay without me, make sure our ship is prepared, that sort of thing.” she hesitated. “You need to talk to your parents, right?”
Konaka grimaced. “Yes. I suppose I should.” she sighed her signature sigh. “Well, I suppose it will be nice to see my Father.”
“What about your Mo-“Jenka stopped herself. “..Uh, never mind. See you on the boat, sweetie!” The Baphomet chirped, leaping from her chair and trotting out the door, nearly bowling over a Hornet waitress.
Konaka laughed. “Typical. First she gives me a pep-talk, then she sticks me with the bill.”
The waitress walked briskly to her table. “You payin’?” She asked, her voice impatient.
“Yes, yes.” Konaka sighed, fishing her coin purse from her robes. She dropped a few coins into the Hornet’s hands. With a respectful (or close) nod, Konaka stood up and pushed in the chair. Walking past the grumbling Hornet and her apologetic looking husband at the register. Konaka walked out into the warm sun.
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Her parents’ house- elegant, roomy, and painted a horrible burnt orange- sat atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, neighboring several other fancy and better painted houses.
Konaka stood on the porch, arms glued to her side. She took a deep breath. And then another.
And another.
One more.
Okay, one more.
Maybe just one mo-
The door jettisoned open, causing Konaka to recoil in shock. A man stood at the door, armed with a goofy grin and a plaid attire. An unprecedentedly small cowboy hat sat atop his bald head.
“What ar’ yah standin out here for, little lady!? Come in here and giv ya Daddy a hug!”
Konaka laughed and ran into her father’s arms. “I missed you, Daddy.”
Fergus Mickon, Konaka’s “Daddy”, was a man of many years and a man of even more stories. Sheepherder, gold baron, farmer and one-time male-escort, Fergus had seen and done enough for a lifetime. Despite the hectic days of his youth, he seemed to take quite well to an old man’s existence, living his days in relaxation and comfort.
He gently squeezed his daughter. “I missed yah too, mah little mud fox.”
They both laughed. When she was a child, Konaka would spend every rainy day frolicking in the mud. When she came back in the house, dripping with mud and rain, her Father would laugh while her Mother would shriek. He came up with the name when she could barely talk, and it had stuck with her ever since.
A hint of distress appeared on his face. “I’m guessin you’ll wanna be talkin to yah Mother, huh?”
Konaka frowned. “I came to talk to both of you.”
Fergus shook his head. “Yah only need to talk teh her. Yah already got mah blessin.” He smiled. “Take care of yah self, mud fox. And lemme see that boy when he’s old ‘nough. Need to make sure he’s good enough for mah daughter.”
Konaka’s mouth dipped open a little, then tears started to come out of her eyes. “Th-thank you, Daddy.” she blubbered. “You’re da best damn Daddy a girl could eva’ hav.” her accent was leaking out, thick and fast. It was the only thing Fergus had ever given her that she didn’t like.
For his part, Fergus just wrapped his arms around his mud fox.
“Dear, your bumpkin is showing.” a voice rang from behind them, cold and sultry.
Konaka flinched in her father’s embrace. “Lovely to see you too, Mother.”
Fergus released his daughter, patting her gently on the shoulder. He planted a hand on her back and lightly pushed her in front of him. He turned to walk out the door.
“I’m gonna go see how the neighbor’s baby is doin. You girls play nice now.” he whispered, unsure of how to proceed. Konaka looked at him over her shoulder and nodded. Reluctantly, he closed the door.
Konaka’s gaze turned to her mother.
Leena Mickon. Tall, regal, imposing, she could be called many things. Perhaps the only things she couldn’t be called, at least in Konaka’s, mind, was ugly.
She possessed the type of beauty many people could only dream. Flowing blonde hair, burning red eyes and a thin and tall frame. She was beautiful. It wasn’t opinion, it was fact.
Her personality was less captivating.
“So, I’ve heard that instead of bars and ports, you’ll be fishing for love in the nursery.” Leena said, her voice neutral.
“Yes.” Konaka didn’t contest it. There wasn’t any point.
“How lovely.”
There was a pause.
Finally, Leena broke the silence. With a sigh, - Oh Lord, did Konaka get it from her? - she walked to Konaka’s side and opened up a small chest. She fished around for a moment, before pulling two small boxes. One was neatly clothed in colorful wrapping paper and an oversized bow, while the other was a simple, velvet red cube.
“These are from your father and I.” she raised the colorful present upwards, slightly. “From your father.” she raised the present in her other hand. “From me.”
“Got it.” Konaka snatched the colorful present and turned towards the door.
“Konaka, please.” her Mother implored her.
Konaka sighed. She turned back towards her mother and grabbed the other present.
“Thank you.” Konaka mumbled.
Leena nodded. She sighed. “I’m sure you can figure out your father’s gift, but let me explain my gift.” Leena gestured Konaka to open the red cube. Slightly suspicious, Konaka opened it and peered inside.
Inside the cube lay 15 pills, arranged in 3 rows.
“Birth control pills?” She scoffed. “Worried I’ll get pregnant?”
“Wouldn’t that be a pleasant change?” Leena shot back. Konaka scowled in reply. “No, they’re not for birth control. They’ll suppress any ill-advised urges you may feel towards the boy.”
Konaka scrunched her brow in confusion. Leena sighed, dramatically.
“They make you no want rape little boy. Okay?” Leena spat, condescension clinging to every word.
Konaka snarled. She was about to mouth off to her Mother, but then she considered the gift. There was a pause between them.
“…How long is each pill good for?” Konaka asked.
“150 days, each. Don’t take another while one’s still active, you’ll get diarrhea.” Leena stated, impassive.
Konaka was quiet. This would be incredibly useful, a surefire way to keep the boy safe.
And it really pissed her off.
With a grimace, she pushed the words out of her mouth. “Thank. You. Mother.”
There was a pause.
“You’re welcome.”
There was another pause.
Konaka sighed. She turned towards the door.
“Konaka.” she turned to Leena.
“I love you. Make sure he treats you right.”
Konaka froze. She swallowed. “I love you too. I’ll see you in ten years, or whatever.” she turned once more to the door. “My ship is leaving soon. Kiss Daddy goodbye for me.” She pushed the door open and walked outside. As she turned to close the door, she whispered to her mother, almost inaudibly.
“I’ll miss you, Mommy.”
Leena looked away, a tear falling down her cheek. “I’ll miss you too, little Konnie.”
Through bleary eyes, Konaka gently shut the door.
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Ch. 3
“You’re sick.”
Mozze’s voice broke the monotonous sound of Konaka’s knife against the cutting board, slicing up a freshly caught salmon. Konaka gave a little jump, taken by surprise.
“Oh, Gods, hey sweetie.” Konaka placed a hand over her heart and turned to Mozze. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! I’d hate to put this knife to anything but this-“Konaka’s voice wavered, as her eyes made contact with Mozze’s face. His face was crimson and tears were oozing from his eyes.
“M-Mozzie? Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice full of concern as she began to extend a shaky hand to the side of his face.
“You’re sick!” he repeated, much louder. Konaka’s arm snapped back in surprise.
“…Mozze?” she whispered, confusion and concern mixing together.
“Yo-You’re s-s-si-si-“he inhaled, his voice coming out in heaving sobs. “-sick!”
Konaka’s eyes widened. Oh Gods. He knew. He knew why she was here. He found out and now he hated her. He found out how disgusting she was and now he never wanted to see her again.
Konaka’s lips quivered. “I-I’m-“the words came out hoarse and pained. “I’m so sorry Mozze.”
His fingers dug into his palms. He wouldn’t look at her.
“Please, Mozze. I never wanted to hurt you. If-If Jenka married him it would have been too suspicious, so-so-so I had to. But-but I never-“Two puffy, red eyes locked onto her, rapidly tearing, eyes.
“Sick.”
It was all he said. It was all he needed to.
Shakily lowering herself to her knees, her hands locked onto his shoulders. It felt like a tremor was tearing through her body.
“I know. I’m sorry.” It was over. She had lost him.
“He should apologize!” he screamed. She recoiled. She had never heard him yell before. His eyes locked on hers once more. “You’re sick, and he abandoned you!”
“…Huh?”
“You’re sick, I know it! I hear you at night!”
“…What?” the screaming in her head began to dissipate. The confusion was pretty well rooted in.
Mozze’s lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything. I was scared.”
“Honey, slow down. What are you talking about?” with a shaky legs, she rose to her feet. She rolled up her sleeve and half-heartedly flexed her arm muscles. “Fit as a fiddle.” She laughed lamely. Why did she feel so tired?
Mozze hiccupped. “I hear you at night.” he repeated in a whisper.
“What do you mean?” Her hand had migrated from his shoulders down to his hands. She pulled them forward and ensnared them between her own. Whenever he began to sniffle, she would give them a gentle squeeze.
Mozze took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. “At night, when it’s late.” Another breath. “I hear you.”
“Hear me?”
He nodded. “I hear you moaning. Late at night. While Dad’s in the other room talking with Auntie Jenka.”
Moaning? Konaka didn’t moa-
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Ohhhhhhh fuck.
Mozze was wheezing and sobbing erratically. “I’m sorry! I hear you moan my name sometimes, but I was so scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
He was hyperventilating now. His face was covered in tears and snot.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…“he repeated.
“Mozze. Oh, Gods, Mozze I am so sorry. Please look at me.” she implored. Mozze’s eyes met hers. “I’m not sick.”
“But-“
“I’m not.” her voice was delicate. “I’ve been…um…” excuse, excuse, think of an excuse.”…exercising!”
“…Exercising?” he asked, his turn to be confused this time.
“Yeah! Have you ever heard of this thing called yoga?” Mozze shook his head. “Well, it’s this thing where yah do all these weird little stretches to keep yah spry and limbah!”
“You’re doing you’re weird voice again.” Mozze said. Konaka cleared her throat. “But, why were you saying my name?”
“Mogs!” Mozze jumped a bit. “I was saying Mogs.”
“Mogs?”
“It’s an exercising chant! It’s what you say when you wanna lose some extra pounds fast!” her act was rapidly growing to be overenthusiastic.
“..Why?”
“Who knows!? Exercise is weird!” dial it back, she snapped at herself mentally.
Mozze had stopped crying, now simply staring at his shoes.
“You’re not sick?”
“Not at all.” she smiled. “I’m so sorry, hun-bun. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He smiled. “You’re okay?” She tilted her head and gave a little nod. He shot forward and wrapped his arms around her. She gave a surprised yelp, and then began to laugh.
“I love you, Konaka.”
She wrapped her arms around him, tight, but gentle. “I love you too, Mozze.”
They stood like that for a while, before Konaka uncoiled herself and stood up. “All right, now I need to finish up this fish for dinner. Go…wash your hands or whatever it is I make you do before dinner, okay?”
Mozze gave a small nod, gave her another quick hug, and dashed out of the kitchen.
Konaka gave a sigh. Hell of a day for a ten-year old, she mused. He was getting big so fast.
Taller.
Hairier.
Tight butt.
Cute little lips.
Konaka pulled a piece of paper from her kimono pocket.
She took the pill on…the 5th. 5 months ago.
159 days.
Well, that’s that mystery solved.
“You’re sick.”
Mozze’s voice broke the monotonous sound of Konaka’s knife against the cutting board, slicing up a freshly caught salmon. Konaka gave a little jump, taken by surprise.
“Oh, Gods, hey sweetie.” Konaka placed a hand over her heart and turned to Mozze. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! I’d hate to put this knife to anything but this-“Konaka’s voice wavered, as her eyes made contact with Mozze’s face. His face was crimson and tears were oozing from his eyes.
“M-Mozzie? Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice full of concern as she began to extend a shaky hand to the side of his face.
“You’re sick!” he repeated, much louder. Konaka’s arm snapped back in surprise.
“…Mozze?” she whispered, confusion and concern mixing together.
“Yo-You’re s-s-si-si-“he inhaled, his voice coming out in heaving sobs. “-sick!”
Konaka’s eyes widened. Oh Gods. He knew. He knew why she was here. He found out and now he hated her. He found out how disgusting she was and now he never wanted to see her again.
Konaka’s lips quivered. “I-I’m-“the words came out hoarse and pained. “I’m so sorry Mozze.”
His fingers dug into his palms. He wouldn’t look at her.
“Please, Mozze. I never wanted to hurt you. If-If Jenka married him it would have been too suspicious, so-so-so I had to. But-but I never-“Two puffy, red eyes locked onto her, rapidly tearing, eyes.
“Sick.”
It was all he said. It was all he needed to.
Shakily lowering herself to her knees, her hands locked onto his shoulders. It felt like a tremor was tearing through her body.
“I know. I’m sorry.” It was over. She had lost him.
“He should apologize!” he screamed. She recoiled. She had never heard him yell before. His eyes locked on hers once more. “You’re sick, and he abandoned you!”
“…Huh?”
“You’re sick, I know it! I hear you at night!”
“…What?” the screaming in her head began to dissipate. The confusion was pretty well rooted in.
Mozze’s lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything. I was scared.”
“Honey, slow down. What are you talking about?” with a shaky legs, she rose to her feet. She rolled up her sleeve and half-heartedly flexed her arm muscles. “Fit as a fiddle.” She laughed lamely. Why did she feel so tired?
Mozze hiccupped. “I hear you at night.” he repeated in a whisper.
“What do you mean?” Her hand had migrated from his shoulders down to his hands. She pulled them forward and ensnared them between her own. Whenever he began to sniffle, she would give them a gentle squeeze.
Mozze took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. “At night, when it’s late.” Another breath. “I hear you.”
“Hear me?”
He nodded. “I hear you moaning. Late at night. While Dad’s in the other room talking with Auntie Jenka.”
Moaning? Konaka didn’t moa-
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Ohhhhhhh fuck.
Mozze was wheezing and sobbing erratically. “I’m sorry! I hear you moan my name sometimes, but I was so scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
He was hyperventilating now. His face was covered in tears and snot.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…“he repeated.
“Mozze. Oh, Gods, Mozze I am so sorry. Please look at me.” she implored. Mozze’s eyes met hers. “I’m not sick.”
“But-“
“I’m not.” her voice was delicate. “I’ve been…um…” excuse, excuse, think of an excuse.”…exercising!”
“…Exercising?” he asked, his turn to be confused this time.
“Yeah! Have you ever heard of this thing called yoga?” Mozze shook his head. “Well, it’s this thing where yah do all these weird little stretches to keep yah spry and limbah!”
“You’re doing you’re weird voice again.” Mozze said. Konaka cleared her throat. “But, why were you saying my name?”
“Mogs!” Mozze jumped a bit. “I was saying Mogs.”
“Mogs?”
“It’s an exercising chant! It’s what you say when you wanna lose some extra pounds fast!” her act was rapidly growing to be overenthusiastic.
“..Why?”
“Who knows!? Exercise is weird!” dial it back, she snapped at herself mentally.
Mozze had stopped crying, now simply staring at his shoes.
“You’re not sick?”
“Not at all.” she smiled. “I’m so sorry, hun-bun. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He smiled. “You’re okay?” She tilted her head and gave a little nod. He shot forward and wrapped his arms around her. She gave a surprised yelp, and then began to laugh.
“I love you, Konaka.”
She wrapped her arms around him, tight, but gentle. “I love you too, Mozze.”
They stood like that for a while, before Konaka uncoiled herself and stood up. “All right, now I need to finish up this fish for dinner. Go…wash your hands or whatever it is I make you do before dinner, okay?”
Mozze gave a small nod, gave her another quick hug, and dashed out of the kitchen.
Konaka gave a sigh. Hell of a day for a ten-year old, she mused. He was getting big so fast.
Taller.
Hairier.
Tight butt.
Cute little lips.
Konaka pulled a piece of paper from her kimono pocket.
She took the pill on…the 5th. 5 months ago.
159 days.
Well, that’s that mystery solved.
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Ch. 4
“…Mozze….mnn….ah!”
56 X 8 = ….448.
“Har..der……..fuck….me…hard…..ah!”
800 / 5 =….160.
“Gon..a..cum…ah!”
77 X 12 =…..923.
No, wait. 925.
No, wait-
“Ah!”
Fuck it.
Mozze inhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes, lazily focusing them on the methodically rotating ceiling fan. For a house this large, you’d think someone would have sprung for thicker walls. You’d also think that out of a possible 30 rooms, Konaka would chose to relieve her nightly urges in a room that wasn’t next to Mozze’s.
Now that Mozze thought about it, there were a lot of bafflingly made decisions in this house-
“Ah…”
Mozze swore under his breath. He pulled the covers off of himself and swung his feet onto the floor. He started to get up, but realized that he had no idea where to go. There was no shortage of free rooms, but all of them were too far away from Konaka for his comfort. As much as the fifteen-year old hated to admit it, he just couldn’t sleep if he was too far away from Konaka, even if she was…like this.
Konaka had fallen back into her “late-night yoga” routine a few nights ago. Well, Mozze supposed she might have started back up a long time ago, but it wasn’t until recently that she had become so audibly enthusiastic.
Mozze tapped a restless foot against the ground. He wasn’t as naïve as he was five years ago, he knew what she was doing. He knew why she was…saying his name. He hoped so, at least.
He gritted his teeth. He hoped! How ridiculous! Konaka was married to his father. Anything else was a juvenile fantasy.
Then why is she moaning your name? His restless mind demanded answers from him.
He flopped backwards onto his bed, growling in frustration.
What does a teenager in love with his step-mother do when he hears her masturbating next door? It sounded like the set-up to a bad joke. Mayb-
“Moz…ah!”
Again! She was doing it again! Mozze huffed in annoyance.
“You aren’t the only one with a lonely crotch, lady.” he grumbled. He didn’t remember his pajama bottoms being so tight.
His gaze drifted to the wall that separated his room from the guest room. His father and “Auntie Jenka” were chatting away in there. So he was told, anyways.
Jenka. His “Auntie”. What schlock. He didn’t know what her deal was, but she definitely wasn’t family. When he asked which side of the family she was from, Konaka said she was his father’s sister, while his father reported that she was Konaka’s. Not to mention…she hadn’t aged a day since he first stumbled into her sneaking out of the guest room.
Their first encounter had been entirely accidental, with Jenka dashing back into the guest room the moment their eyes met. Following a, remarkably jittery, explanation with Mozze’s father, Jenka had slowly grown more comfortable with being seen by Mozze. For the most part, she holed up in the guest room all day, only coming out when Mozze’s father got home. Their interactions never ventured past casual friendliness, but Jenka was always very nice to the boy, talking about trivial things with him while his father would glance around the room in discomfort. Yet, from seven years ago to the present, Mozze hadn’t seen a sign of aging on her.
Actually…he hadn’t noticed Konaka getting older either. She had had birthday parties, he could remember several, but she looked the same today as she did the day she first walked into Mozze’s life. Mozze had asked his father about it several days ago, but he had turned pale and stammered out that women had all kinds of tricks to keep themselves young.
His curiosity piqued, Mozze decided to take a direct approach and asked his father Konaka’s age. The results were as expected, his father simply stating that a woman’s age was a mystery to everyone. Mozze wasn’t deterred, however, deciding to go straight to the source. When he asked her age, Konaka jokingly scolded him about asking a woman’s age and told him she was thirty-five. Mozze thanked her, then asked Jenka about Konaka’s age later that day. Just as Mozze suspected, Jenka said (after warning Mozze about asking a woman her age) that Konaka was twenty-nine.
Konaka and Jenka both, there was something they were hiding. They seemed very close, clearly very happy to see each other. Was there some big secret they were hiding together? Was his father in on it too?
These beautiful, apparently never-aging women. Could they be hiding something sinister?
Were they…
Were they mamo-
“Ah!”
God damn- Mozze angrily rose to his feet. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t yell at Konaka, but he could sure as hell yell at his father. His wife was all alone and in need and he was chatting the night away with Jenka.
Mozze opened his door gently, not wanting to disturb Konaka, and tiptoed stepped into the hall. The house was still, dark-
“Ahhhhhh!”
-…but not silent. Mozze sighed and headed towards the guest room. As he placed his hand on the door knob, he steeled himself for the argument. He didn’t know why, but his father was completely wrapped around Jenka’s finger. It would be hard to tear them away from each other. He hoped he could convince his father with a lie that Konaka felt sick and was calling for him.
Konaka needing his father. Ugh. Mozze shook his head and chased away the thought. With an annoyed grunt, he pushed the door open.
---------------------
Konaka’s body shook in numbing, orgasmic spasms. As she finished for what she was pretty sure was the third time, she laid her head down on her pillow. She turned her head to the velvet cube on her dresser. She reached a hand out to it and plucked it towards her. With a POP, the cube opened and revealed its contents.
Or rather, its lack of contents.
She groaned. A couple more pills old woman. Would that have been so hard? A couple more rape deterrents, like, two more years of not wanting to constantly rape Mozze. How badly did that hag want grandkids?
She tossed the cube to the ground and rolled onto her stomach, her legs kicking in the air. Lord, her bed was comfy. And so spacious. It had to be big, otherwise Mozze might think that Siega didn’t actually sleep in Konaka’s room. He might realize that Siega spent every night with Jenka in the guest room.
She sighed. Mozzie. Mozze. Mozze Nataki. She smiled. It was wonderful just to think it. She rolled onto her back again.
Konaka Nataki. She giggled. Then she sighed again. Then she felt a tingle.
She propped herself up on her elbow. One more time can’t hurt, right? Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she inched her fingers towards her dripping slit.
Then Mozze’s voice pierced the silence.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”
“I HAD AN ITCH!” Konaka yelped, rolling off of the bed in terror. Two fearful eyes darted towards her doorway, only to see the closed door. Confused, she climbed to her feet and moved swiftly to the door.
That was Mozze’s voice, she was sure, but Konaka had never heard Mozze yell before. Something was wrong. She pushed open her door and dashed into the hallway. Her eyes shot towards the only light in the hallway: the light pouring from the guest room.
Oh no.
Don’t tell me-
“H-honey, I can explain-“Jenka.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Mozze’s screamed. Konaka sprinted towards the guest room.
Nonononononono-
Konaka burst into the guest room, her eyes soaking in everything at once, one travesty at a time.
First stood Mozze, fists clenched and face crimson. His back was to Konaka, but she could feel his rage from where she stood, his entire body trembling.
Next stood Jenka, her body revealed in all of its Baphomet glory. She nervously twiddled her fingers and attempted to avoid looking the raging teen in the eye.
Finally, there was Siega, naked and chained to the bed, a gag in his mouth and a large, pink, vibrating something-or-other in his anus. His eyes were fixed on Mozze, teary and sorrowful.
Nobody moved. Nobody talked. They just stood there, the chaos of what was happening enveloping all of them.
Finally, Mozze broke the silence once more.
“Konaka was suffering, you know.” His eyes were locked on Siega. “She was all alone and you were in here, fucking around with Jenka! You bastard! I hat-“
“Mozze!” Her arms were around him. When did she move forward? “Mozze, Mozzie, it’s okay. Just, just, just…just go to my room. I’ll explain everything to you.”
He twisted in her grasp and turned to her, his teary eyes locking onto hers.
“But-“
“It’s all right Mozze. Please. I’ll be right behind you.” She gripped his shoulder and tried to give him a reassuring look. It wasn’t very impressive.
Mozze looked away from her.
“Okay.” He walked past her and into the hall.
She brought a hand to her forehead. Good Lord she was shaking. She turned her eyes to the nervous looking Jenka.
“Wh-what shou-“Jenka started.
“Untie him. Give me a while, then I’ll come and get him. Mozze needs an explanation from him, too.” Konaka turned away from her friend, to the dark hallway. The weak slam of a door signaled that Mozze had reached her room.
With a sigh, Konaka walked back into the darkness, heading towards her room. When she reached her door, she hesitated. Not really knowing why, she knocked.
“..Hello?”
“It’s Konnie.”
“…It’s your room.”
She pushed the door open, slowly. Mozze had turned her the lights in her room on, sitting restlessly on her bed. His arms were wrapped tightly around his knees, his gaze not meeting hers.
Shutting the door behind her, Konaka walked to Mozze.
“Mind if I sit next to you?” she whispered.
“…It’s your room.”
She chuckled. “I can’t tell if you’re upset or just being a smart-ass.”
“I can’t either.” He gave a weak smile. “I’m definitely upset, just not…right now, I guess.”
“It’s hard to be upset at such a pretty lady, right?”
“I hear you masturbate at night.” Konaka’s jaw dropped. “I, uh, figured we should get all the worst stuff out first.”
Konaka’s made a noise somewhere between embarrassed acceptance and fervent denial. She cleared her throat. She figured she should lead.
“I…imagine you have some questions.”
“Couple.”
“Fair enough.” she drummed her fingers on her lap. “Do you want the long story, or should I just get all the worst stuff out there?”
“I hear you masturbate-oof!” Konaka roughly elbowed him in the ribs.
“All right, smart-ass. I’m a horny fox demon hell-bent on fucking you.” She watched him smugly, hoping to see his jaw drop this time.
He smiled.
She raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You…like me like that?”
She frowned. “Well…yeah.”
His cheeks turned crimson. “P-promise?”
She laughed and took his hand in hers. “Promise. You could at least act surprised, you know. I mean, come on. Scary fox lady here!”
He squeezed her hand. “You’re not…scary.” She wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. He squirmed, surprised and unsure, but quickly gave himself to her embrace.
After several moments of this embrace, Konaka gently gripped his chin and pulled him away. He squirmed in her grip again, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
She chuckled. “There’s the face I wanted to see.” She lightly slapped her hand against his face.
He struggled out of her grasp. “W-what do you mean fox lady!?”
“Hey, it’s too late to pretend to care about that! Come here and give Mama a kiss…”
“T-t-that’s creepy, Konnie!” His face was an implausibly bright shade of red.
Konaka cackled. “All right, all right. Wanna hear the rest of the story, smart-ass?”
“Y-yes, ma’am.” he mumbled.
“Good boy.” She let out a sigh. “I’m what’s called a Youko. We’re kind of like a better version of Inari.”
“Of what?”
“Oh, it’s another type of fox mamono.”
“Oh. Why are Youko better?”
She smirked at him.
“R-right.” he stammered.
She chuckled. “Anyways, yeah, I’m a Youko.” She glanced at him. “Gotta say, you’re taking this… a lot better than I would’ve thought you would have.”
He fidgeted. “I mean…you and Jenka...you guys look completely the same after all these years. I figured something was up. Oh, and I actually double-checked your age with Jenka. She said you were twenty-nine.”
Konaka groaned. “We really should have gotten our stories straight before we started an important covert operation.”
Mozze’s ears perked up. “Covert operation?”
“Yeah. Well, kinda. Let me explain. I’m from a city across the ocean from here, called Shorson. It’s an important city for mamono. The C.M.L, The Council for Mamono Liberty, is based here. They aren’t involved with mamono military tactics directly, but they plot out and send Kunoichi operatives on missions to improve mamono living conditions on this continent. Still with me?”
“Uh, yeah. Kunoichi like ninjas?”
“Yeah, pretty much. They’re girl ninjas. They don’t kill anyone, they just…sensually persuade others. Anyways, they usually send Kunoichi on missions, but before each mission they pass around a photo of the target to the head families. If anyone in one of the families feels that special spark for that person, then they’re allowed to lead the mission.”
“Seems…sorta risky.”
“A little, maybe, but it’s more effective than you might think. See, mamono…they’re not like humans. When they find the “one”, they know it. Provided that they’re willing to accept the responsibility if they fail and the Council recognizes that they aren’t just some over-enthusiastic brat, then the Council puts them in charge of seducing the mark. My family has a long history in the Council, so convincing them wasn’t too hard.”
Mozze tensed up. “And…you felt that spark for…him?” Mozze didn’t want to say his name.
Konaka shook her head. “No, Jenka did. But the picture of him they passed around to the families was a photo of him and you.”
Mozze gave her a curious look. He couldn’t remember ever taking a picture with his father.
“I think it was some kind of party for your Dad’s work friends.”
“Oh. Yeah, that might be it. I try my hardest to forget about having to deal with his friends.”
Konaka squeezed his hand. “I know. Anyway, when I saw the picture…I don’t know. I just felt, like, warm. Looking at you made me happy. It was pervy, get excited by a picture of a six-year old, but it was what my body was telling me.” Her face was getting a little red. Roughly an eight of the intensity of Mozze’s redness, but still.
Mozze squirmed a little. “So…it was love at first sight for you…too?”
Konaka kissed him again. Softer, this time, more caring. She cradled his face in her hands.
“Yeah, me too.”
Mozze felt like his cheeks were on fire.
Konaka sighed happily and moved her hands back to her sides, with one grasping Mozze’s hand.
“Anyway, convincing the Council went pretty smooth, but there was a problem. The mamono world at large couldn’t give a rat’s ass how old your partner is, but…” Konaka gently rubbed her thumb along the top of his hand. “I dunno, I was afraid I would hurt you.”
“Hurt me?”
“I mean, people who lose their virginity at age six generally don’t grow up into well-adjusted human beings. So, I figured I would do my best to wait for you to grow up. Marrying Siega was the perfect cover. I could get close to you and Jenka could have Siega without drawing any wandering eyes. Of course, it carried the risk of us screwing up and ruining your life…” Konaka sighed. “But we figured there was no WAY that could happen.” she mumbled.
“You didn’t ruin my life” Mozze squeezed her hand. She smiled back at him. “Although this whole thing would’ve been a lot easier if you’d just fucked me nine years ago-oof!” Mozze yelped as an elbow dug into his ribs. “That’s the same spot from earlier!”
“Well, quit pissing me off!” Konaka laughed.
They sat together for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being together. Suddenly, Konaka stood up.
“Wanna see what I really look like?”
“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re not a natural blonde.”
She snorted. She closed her eyes in concentration. She didn’t glow pink or change colors or anything, she just…shimmered. Then, with a plopping sound, her human ears shifted upwards onto her head before growing longer and gaining fur. Her robe shifted about, before seven, long, golden tails climbed out from underneath it. Konaka struck a nonsensical pose.
“How do you like it?”
Mozze smiled. “That’s it?” One of Konaka’s tails smacked the side of his head.
“OW!”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?”
“I mean, the only huge change is the ears.”
“And the tails!”
“Yeah, but they’re more like an accessory. I gotta say, you’re a lot more vanilla than I was expecting.” SMACK!
“OW! Stop hitting me!”
“Stop making me angry!”
They glared daggers at each other, and then started to crack up.
Laughing herself silly, Konaka plopped down next to Mozze on the bed, wrapping her arm around him. Mozze in turn leaned his head down against her neck.
Konaka gave a happy sigh. “Any other questions?”
Mozze thought for a bit. “Yeah, actually. Why did the Council target my father in the first place?”
Konaka shrugged. “He has a lot of sway here, a lot of influence over what laws get passed and what laws don’t. He’s an important person for a society dedicated to improving the lives of mamono.”
“Ah. Makes sense.”
“Yeah. That everything?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
….
….
….
“Hey, Konaka?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I know. I love you-“
KNOCK. KNOCK.
The duo jumped.
“It’s me, Siega. Can I come in?”
Konaka turned her head to Mozze, who looked conflicted. He turned to Konaka in confusion, and she gave his hand yet another squeeze. Mozze took a breath.
“Yeah.” Mozze’s voice was barely above a whisper.
The door creaked open, painfully slow.
Siega crept into the room, his body nervous and his gaze on the floor.
“I thought I told you to wait.” Konaka growled.
“I waited for a while.” he offered. “I just…I figured I should talk to him.”
Mozze shifted. “Konnie told me everything already.”
Siega gave a relieved sigh. “That’s good, but I wanted…I wanted to talk to you about….about everything.” His gaze turned to Konaka. “I’m sorry Konaka, but could you let me talk with Mozze alone?”
Konaka scowled. She turned to Mozze. “Are you okay with-“
“Yeah, it’s fine, Konnie.” Mozze gave a weak smile. “Can you just wait outside the door?”
Konaka sighed. “All right.” She gave his hand one last squeeze and stood up. “Holler if you need me.” With one last dirty look at Siega, Konaka sank into the darkness of the hallway, closing the door behind her.
Siega stared at the floor and scratched his head in discomfort. “She…told you everything, huh?”
“Fox demon, in love with me, sham marriage, you’re a pedophile. That everything?” Neither attempted to look at each other.
“Um-um…yeah. I mean, Jenka’s actually a lot older than me…” he started, before sighing. “Forget it. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. Well…” he hesitated. “I guess I didn’t want to actually talk to you about everything. I just…I wanted to apologize for everything.”
Mozze scrunched his brow. “You wanted to….well, don’t. I love Konaka, so it doesn’t really matter anymore.”
“No, I know. I mean, I didn’t know you loved her. That’s great, she really loves you. I-“ he sighed in exasperation. “I wanted to apologize for everything else. For not being anything remotely close to a father to you.” Siega finally brought his eyes to Mozze, who was still facing away from him.
“…Don’t. It’s nothing new. Besides, I had Konaka.”
“Yeah. I know.” Siega sighed. “But, do you mind if I just explain myself? There are some things you have to get off your chest, or they’ll eat at you forever. You know?”
“Not really.”
“Oh. Um, that’s…good. You shouldn’t. They’re…bad.” Siega inhaled deeply, methodically rubbing his temples. “I’m just going to start, otherwise I’ll be stammering all night.”
“Please do.”
Sitting himself down on the floor next to the door, Siega started. “I’ll start at the beginning, with your Mother. She was mesmerizing. Kind, generous, beautiful, she was the type of person you couldn’t believe existed outside of story book.” Siega looked at the ceiling, his eyes wistful. “I loved her so much. Everyone did, but…I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I knew that she wasn’t the type of person who was meant to love people like me, but I just had to tell how I felt. So I did, and it was about as expected. I stammered like an idiot and made an ass of myself. But then she did something that didn’t make any sense. She kissed me. And I felt like I had cheated the world somehow. ”
Mozze finally brought his eyes to his father.
“….What was her name?” Mozze’s voice surprised even himself.
“I never told you, did I?” Siega smiled, a little, bitter smile. “Her name was Lily.” Siega rubbed his hands together, uncomfortable. “I won’t bore you with the details, but somehow I found myself marrying the love of my life. We had a quaint little wedding, full of strangers and priests who seemed as dumbfounded as I was. We had a few wonderful years together, and decided to have a child.” Siega coughed. “I, uh, won’t bore you with the details-“
“You can if you want. It’s not like I haven’t seen worse from you.” Mozze sneered.
Siega coughed. “R-right. Well, um, she got pregnant, and…” He gestured pointlessly. “I guess you know the rest. When she was giving birth, there was some kind of complication and…she went away.” Siega’s eyes were distant, pained. “When Lily died…I don’t think I really felt anything. I mean, I was sad, I was heartbroken, but it made sense. She was beautiful, some kind of angel, the type of person I could never hope to make happy. Her death was just the universe finally correcting a mistake that had gone on for far too long.” He shrugged. “It was how it was destined to go.”
Siega gave a shaky breath. “But then there was you. Before she had to leave us, Lily gave me one more miracle. A miracle that I felt sick just looking at.”
“….What?” God help him, Mozze felt hurt.
“No, no! Not like that. I love you, Mozze. I couldn’t hate you if I tried.” Siege…loved Mozze? Mozze clenched the sheets of the bed, unsure what to believe. Siega went on. “I love you, but God help me you just remind me so much of her. There were days I couldn’t tell whether you were a miracle or the world’s way of reminding me of something I was never supposed to have. I couldn’t stand it. So, I took the coward’s way out. I hired nannies and tutors, worked as long as I could to stay away from home, anything I could manage to stay away from you.” Siega rubbed his eyes, wiping away the pooling moisture. “And then, one day, Konaka and Jenka approached me. I imagine you can fill in the rest.”
“…So, you just…what, decided it’d be fun to fuck a demon and leave me all alone?” Mozze spat out the words before he could stop.
“N-no…well….” Siega sighed. “I suppose I did. When I met Jenka….I don’t know. Every body motion, every word, it was intoxicating. When she was explaining how the proposition would play out, I just…agreed. I trusted her, I believed in her. I would have done anything she asked. Pretty pathetic thing for a father to do, huh?” He laughed, joyless and pained.
“It…it all worked out pretty well.” What the hell did he say to this? What the hell did he do?
“I suppose it did.” He twiddled his thumbs. “You, um, you really love Konaka, right?”
Mozze nodded. “More than anything.”
“Good. I love Jenka too.” He groaned. “God. I guess…I guess what I’m trying to say here is that, even if you hate me, I really do love you. And I’m so sorry I waited so long to tell you all this.”
And then they were silent.
Mozze coughed. “…All right then.” Siega stared at him, anxious. “…Thanks, I guess.”
Siega furrowed his brow. “Than..? N-no, don’t thank me. I just…I just wanted to…” he sighed. “I’ve given up being a good father, but I thought I might be able to pull off being a decent human being, at least once.”
Mozze grunted. “Well, close enough. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself.” Siega flinched. “I’m doing fine. And you’ll be fine too. I’m sure Jenka will be there for you. So don’t worry about me…” Mozze bit into his lip, a mumbled word barely escaping his mouth. “…Dad.”
Siega’s eyes went wide, rapidly growing teary. He let out a quiet sob. “T-t-thank you, s-son.” Siega blinked away the tears in his eyes and took a breath. “I hope I can make everything up to you one day.”
Mozze met his gaze. He smiled, not happy, not sincere, but not completely fake either. “Yeah.”
Siega rubbed his hands against his eyes, slowly composing himself. Then, slowly but surely, he rose to his feet. “I’ll go get Konaka. I think I’ve impeded on your moment enough as it is.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Mozze bit into his tongue before a snide remark could escape his mouth. “Night.”
“Good night…” Siega chuckled. “…my little miracle.”
Mozze groaned. “Out!”
Siega let out a laugh, pushing the door open. A loud bump and a startled yelp resonated in the hall as soon as the door was half open.
Siega slipped through the crack, closing the door behind him and inspecting the source of the noise, an annoyed Konaka knocked on her rump and rubbing her forehead.
Siega frowned. “Please tell me you weren’t spying on us.”
Konaka scowled back at him. “Hey, don’t get snotty with me. I told you to wait. Besides, Jenka…” she stopped herself, looking distressed.
Siega blanched. “D-did, did she hear…?”
Konaka sighed. “…Yeah. She did.” Konaka tilted her head towards the other end of the hall. “She’s in the guest room. Go talk to her.” Before he could enquire further, Konaka walked past him and gingerly opened the door to Mozze’s room.
“Mozzie?”
The door slammed shut behind her.
Siega gulped, steadily making his way to the guest room. He reached his hand to the handle, before quickly recoiling it. He fiddled nervously with his hands. Was he supposed to just barge in? Jenka was a very strict mistress, he didn't want to
upset her. But…if she heard what he said…
Siega shook his head. Bracing himself, he pushed the door open. The room was dim, barely lit by a lamp next to the bed. On the bed lay a bundle of blankets with a small bump in the middle.
“M-Mistress? Mistress Jenka?” He asked the bump. His voice was frightened, unsure.
The bump spoke, muffled and audibly upset.
“Wh-what did you say, Mistress?” Siega asked.
A single, clawed hand poked out from under the covers, slightly pulling up the covers. “I didn’t say you could come in.”
Siega swallowed, nervously. “I was…I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine. You can leave.” The bump said, quickly.
Siega took a breath, quickly walking to the bed and gently sitting himself down.
The clawed hand lifted the veil of blankets once more, this time with a shining eye peeking out from the gap. The bump snarled. “You know what happens to boys who don’t follow orders, don’t you?”
Siega sighed. “Jenka, please talk to me. I’m worried, I want to make sure-“
The blankets leapt off the bed, revealing the tiny figure underneath them. “You’re worried!? What the fuck do you have to be worried about!?” Her anger quickly subsided into frantic sobs. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” she bawled.
Siega flinched. “I-I didn’t think….I didn’t….I didn’t think that….you would want to know?” he whimpered.
Jenka’s lip trembled. “Of course I want to know, you moron! Why didn't you tell me about all this?”
“W-w-w-w-which p-p-part?”
Jenka bore into Siega with a glare from her puffy eyes, before slowly beginning to regain herself. “I’m sorry, Siega. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“M-mistress?” She almost never called him by name.
“I’m so sorry you felt like this. I’m so sorry I never asked. I’m so sorry I never thought about your feelings. I-I’m so sorry, my love.” Tears flowed from the horned girl’s eyes, her body trembling.
“Mistress please, I-“
She brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling his lips to hers. She gripped the surprised man by the back of his head, pulling him to her. Somehow, she found her way on top of him, fiercely attacking his mouth.
He trembled under her touch, though he quickly gave himself completely to her. His trembling arms wrapped themselves around her body.
After several minutes she pushed him into the bed, her eyes staring coldly into his.
“You are my property, slave. I won’t tolerate disobedience from you. Don’t you ever hide something like this from me again.” Suddenly, a warm smile parted her lips. “I’ll never let someone hurt you, in any way. So never feel afraid, okay, my love?”
Siega smiled burrowing his head into her neck. “Thank you, Mistress Jenka.”
Jenka gently nuzzled his head with her own. “Of course. After all…” she whispered into his ear. “I’m the only one who gets to hurt you.” she cackled.
Siega whimpered.
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“Mozzie?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” He smiled weakly.
Konaka made her way to his bed, plopping herself down next to him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to abandon you.”
Mozze shook his head. “I asked you to leave. Don’t worry about it.” He sighed. “Is Jenka going to burst through that door and say she’s pregnant with my child?”
Konaka laughed. “Doubt it. She’s more of a DILF person.”
“Don’t. Say. DILF. Ever. Again.” he snarled, falling backwards onto his bed.
Konaka laughed even harder. “I love pushin your buttons, sugar plum.” She laid herself out sideways across Mozze, her belly on top of his.
“I noticed.” he groaned. “Look, please tell me it’ll just be you and me for the rest of the night. I can’t take anymore tonight.”
“Don’t worry.” she ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. “It’ll just be you and me for the rest of the night.”
“Good.” he mumbled. Konaka giggled.
…
…
…
“H-hey, Konaka?”
“Call me Konnie.”
“R-right. Konnie…um, are you cold?”
“…A little. You?”
“Yeah, I-I-I’m cold. May-maybe we should….get under the blankets…?”
“Hah! Good idea, lover boy.”
...
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…
“Hey, Mozzie?”
“Y-yeah?”
“Tonight has been a hell of a night, so I’m not gonna push the issue, but starting tomorrow…”
“…Y-yeah?”
“Your ass is mine.”
“…O-o-okay.”
Mozze whimpered, as Konaka brought her lips to his cheek.
“…Mozze….mnn….ah!”
56 X 8 = ….448.
“Har..der……..fuck….me…hard…..ah!”
800 / 5 =….160.
“Gon..a..cum…ah!”
77 X 12 =…..923.
No, wait. 925.
No, wait-
“Ah!”
Fuck it.
Mozze inhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes, lazily focusing them on the methodically rotating ceiling fan. For a house this large, you’d think someone would have sprung for thicker walls. You’d also think that out of a possible 30 rooms, Konaka would chose to relieve her nightly urges in a room that wasn’t next to Mozze’s.
Now that Mozze thought about it, there were a lot of bafflingly made decisions in this house-
“Ah…”
Mozze swore under his breath. He pulled the covers off of himself and swung his feet onto the floor. He started to get up, but realized that he had no idea where to go. There was no shortage of free rooms, but all of them were too far away from Konaka for his comfort. As much as the fifteen-year old hated to admit it, he just couldn’t sleep if he was too far away from Konaka, even if she was…like this.
Konaka had fallen back into her “late-night yoga” routine a few nights ago. Well, Mozze supposed she might have started back up a long time ago, but it wasn’t until recently that she had become so audibly enthusiastic.
Mozze tapped a restless foot against the ground. He wasn’t as naïve as he was five years ago, he knew what she was doing. He knew why she was…saying his name. He hoped so, at least.
He gritted his teeth. He hoped! How ridiculous! Konaka was married to his father. Anything else was a juvenile fantasy.
Then why is she moaning your name? His restless mind demanded answers from him.
He flopped backwards onto his bed, growling in frustration.
What does a teenager in love with his step-mother do when he hears her masturbating next door? It sounded like the set-up to a bad joke. Mayb-
“Moz…ah!”
Again! She was doing it again! Mozze huffed in annoyance.
“You aren’t the only one with a lonely crotch, lady.” he grumbled. He didn’t remember his pajama bottoms being so tight.
His gaze drifted to the wall that separated his room from the guest room. His father and “Auntie Jenka” were chatting away in there. So he was told, anyways.
Jenka. His “Auntie”. What schlock. He didn’t know what her deal was, but she definitely wasn’t family. When he asked which side of the family she was from, Konaka said she was his father’s sister, while his father reported that she was Konaka’s. Not to mention…she hadn’t aged a day since he first stumbled into her sneaking out of the guest room.
Their first encounter had been entirely accidental, with Jenka dashing back into the guest room the moment their eyes met. Following a, remarkably jittery, explanation with Mozze’s father, Jenka had slowly grown more comfortable with being seen by Mozze. For the most part, she holed up in the guest room all day, only coming out when Mozze’s father got home. Their interactions never ventured past casual friendliness, but Jenka was always very nice to the boy, talking about trivial things with him while his father would glance around the room in discomfort. Yet, from seven years ago to the present, Mozze hadn’t seen a sign of aging on her.
Actually…he hadn’t noticed Konaka getting older either. She had had birthday parties, he could remember several, but she looked the same today as she did the day she first walked into Mozze’s life. Mozze had asked his father about it several days ago, but he had turned pale and stammered out that women had all kinds of tricks to keep themselves young.
His curiosity piqued, Mozze decided to take a direct approach and asked his father Konaka’s age. The results were as expected, his father simply stating that a woman’s age was a mystery to everyone. Mozze wasn’t deterred, however, deciding to go straight to the source. When he asked her age, Konaka jokingly scolded him about asking a woman’s age and told him she was thirty-five. Mozze thanked her, then asked Jenka about Konaka’s age later that day. Just as Mozze suspected, Jenka said (after warning Mozze about asking a woman her age) that Konaka was twenty-nine.
Konaka and Jenka both, there was something they were hiding. They seemed very close, clearly very happy to see each other. Was there some big secret they were hiding together? Was his father in on it too?
These beautiful, apparently never-aging women. Could they be hiding something sinister?
Were they…
Were they mamo-
“Ah!”
God damn- Mozze angrily rose to his feet. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t yell at Konaka, but he could sure as hell yell at his father. His wife was all alone and in need and he was chatting the night away with Jenka.
Mozze opened his door gently, not wanting to disturb Konaka, and tiptoed stepped into the hall. The house was still, dark-
“Ahhhhhh!”
-…but not silent. Mozze sighed and headed towards the guest room. As he placed his hand on the door knob, he steeled himself for the argument. He didn’t know why, but his father was completely wrapped around Jenka’s finger. It would be hard to tear them away from each other. He hoped he could convince his father with a lie that Konaka felt sick and was calling for him.
Konaka needing his father. Ugh. Mozze shook his head and chased away the thought. With an annoyed grunt, he pushed the door open.
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Konaka’s body shook in numbing, orgasmic spasms. As she finished for what she was pretty sure was the third time, she laid her head down on her pillow. She turned her head to the velvet cube on her dresser. She reached a hand out to it and plucked it towards her. With a POP, the cube opened and revealed its contents.
Or rather, its lack of contents.
She groaned. A couple more pills old woman. Would that have been so hard? A couple more rape deterrents, like, two more years of not wanting to constantly rape Mozze. How badly did that hag want grandkids?
She tossed the cube to the ground and rolled onto her stomach, her legs kicking in the air. Lord, her bed was comfy. And so spacious. It had to be big, otherwise Mozze might think that Siega didn’t actually sleep in Konaka’s room. He might realize that Siega spent every night with Jenka in the guest room.
She sighed. Mozzie. Mozze. Mozze Nataki. She smiled. It was wonderful just to think it. She rolled onto her back again.
Konaka Nataki. She giggled. Then she sighed again. Then she felt a tingle.
She propped herself up on her elbow. One more time can’t hurt, right? Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she inched her fingers towards her dripping slit.
Then Mozze’s voice pierced the silence.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”
“I HAD AN ITCH!” Konaka yelped, rolling off of the bed in terror. Two fearful eyes darted towards her doorway, only to see the closed door. Confused, she climbed to her feet and moved swiftly to the door.
That was Mozze’s voice, she was sure, but Konaka had never heard Mozze yell before. Something was wrong. She pushed open her door and dashed into the hallway. Her eyes shot towards the only light in the hallway: the light pouring from the guest room.
Oh no.
Don’t tell me-
“H-honey, I can explain-“Jenka.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Mozze’s screamed. Konaka sprinted towards the guest room.
Nonononononono-
Konaka burst into the guest room, her eyes soaking in everything at once, one travesty at a time.
First stood Mozze, fists clenched and face crimson. His back was to Konaka, but she could feel his rage from where she stood, his entire body trembling.
Next stood Jenka, her body revealed in all of its Baphomet glory. She nervously twiddled her fingers and attempted to avoid looking the raging teen in the eye.
Finally, there was Siega, naked and chained to the bed, a gag in his mouth and a large, pink, vibrating something-or-other in his anus. His eyes were fixed on Mozze, teary and sorrowful.
Nobody moved. Nobody talked. They just stood there, the chaos of what was happening enveloping all of them.
Finally, Mozze broke the silence once more.
“Konaka was suffering, you know.” His eyes were locked on Siega. “She was all alone and you were in here, fucking around with Jenka! You bastard! I hat-“
“Mozze!” Her arms were around him. When did she move forward? “Mozze, Mozzie, it’s okay. Just, just, just…just go to my room. I’ll explain everything to you.”
He twisted in her grasp and turned to her, his teary eyes locking onto hers.
“But-“
“It’s all right Mozze. Please. I’ll be right behind you.” She gripped his shoulder and tried to give him a reassuring look. It wasn’t very impressive.
Mozze looked away from her.
“Okay.” He walked past her and into the hall.
She brought a hand to her forehead. Good Lord she was shaking. She turned her eyes to the nervous looking Jenka.
“Wh-what shou-“Jenka started.
“Untie him. Give me a while, then I’ll come and get him. Mozze needs an explanation from him, too.” Konaka turned away from her friend, to the dark hallway. The weak slam of a door signaled that Mozze had reached her room.
With a sigh, Konaka walked back into the darkness, heading towards her room. When she reached her door, she hesitated. Not really knowing why, she knocked.
“..Hello?”
“It’s Konnie.”
“…It’s your room.”
She pushed the door open, slowly. Mozze had turned her the lights in her room on, sitting restlessly on her bed. His arms were wrapped tightly around his knees, his gaze not meeting hers.
Shutting the door behind her, Konaka walked to Mozze.
“Mind if I sit next to you?” she whispered.
“…It’s your room.”
She chuckled. “I can’t tell if you’re upset or just being a smart-ass.”
“I can’t either.” He gave a weak smile. “I’m definitely upset, just not…right now, I guess.”
“It’s hard to be upset at such a pretty lady, right?”
“I hear you masturbate at night.” Konaka’s jaw dropped. “I, uh, figured we should get all the worst stuff out first.”
Konaka’s made a noise somewhere between embarrassed acceptance and fervent denial. She cleared her throat. She figured she should lead.
“I…imagine you have some questions.”
“Couple.”
“Fair enough.” she drummed her fingers on her lap. “Do you want the long story, or should I just get all the worst stuff out there?”
“I hear you masturbate-oof!” Konaka roughly elbowed him in the ribs.
“All right, smart-ass. I’m a horny fox demon hell-bent on fucking you.” She watched him smugly, hoping to see his jaw drop this time.
He smiled.
She raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You…like me like that?”
She frowned. “Well…yeah.”
His cheeks turned crimson. “P-promise?”
She laughed and took his hand in hers. “Promise. You could at least act surprised, you know. I mean, come on. Scary fox lady here!”
He squeezed her hand. “You’re not…scary.” She wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. He squirmed, surprised and unsure, but quickly gave himself to her embrace.
After several moments of this embrace, Konaka gently gripped his chin and pulled him away. He squirmed in her grip again, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
She chuckled. “There’s the face I wanted to see.” She lightly slapped her hand against his face.
He struggled out of her grasp. “W-what do you mean fox lady!?”
“Hey, it’s too late to pretend to care about that! Come here and give Mama a kiss…”
“T-t-that’s creepy, Konnie!” His face was an implausibly bright shade of red.
Konaka cackled. “All right, all right. Wanna hear the rest of the story, smart-ass?”
“Y-yes, ma’am.” he mumbled.
“Good boy.” She let out a sigh. “I’m what’s called a Youko. We’re kind of like a better version of Inari.”
“Of what?”
“Oh, it’s another type of fox mamono.”
“Oh. Why are Youko better?”
She smirked at him.
“R-right.” he stammered.
She chuckled. “Anyways, yeah, I’m a Youko.” She glanced at him. “Gotta say, you’re taking this… a lot better than I would’ve thought you would have.”
He fidgeted. “I mean…you and Jenka...you guys look completely the same after all these years. I figured something was up. Oh, and I actually double-checked your age with Jenka. She said you were twenty-nine.”
Konaka groaned. “We really should have gotten our stories straight before we started an important covert operation.”
Mozze’s ears perked up. “Covert operation?”
“Yeah. Well, kinda. Let me explain. I’m from a city across the ocean from here, called Shorson. It’s an important city for mamono. The C.M.L, The Council for Mamono Liberty, is based here. They aren’t involved with mamono military tactics directly, but they plot out and send Kunoichi operatives on missions to improve mamono living conditions on this continent. Still with me?”
“Uh, yeah. Kunoichi like ninjas?”
“Yeah, pretty much. They’re girl ninjas. They don’t kill anyone, they just…sensually persuade others. Anyways, they usually send Kunoichi on missions, but before each mission they pass around a photo of the target to the head families. If anyone in one of the families feels that special spark for that person, then they’re allowed to lead the mission.”
“Seems…sorta risky.”
“A little, maybe, but it’s more effective than you might think. See, mamono…they’re not like humans. When they find the “one”, they know it. Provided that they’re willing to accept the responsibility if they fail and the Council recognizes that they aren’t just some over-enthusiastic brat, then the Council puts them in charge of seducing the mark. My family has a long history in the Council, so convincing them wasn’t too hard.”
Mozze tensed up. “And…you felt that spark for…him?” Mozze didn’t want to say his name.
Konaka shook her head. “No, Jenka did. But the picture of him they passed around to the families was a photo of him and you.”
Mozze gave her a curious look. He couldn’t remember ever taking a picture with his father.
“I think it was some kind of party for your Dad’s work friends.”
“Oh. Yeah, that might be it. I try my hardest to forget about having to deal with his friends.”
Konaka squeezed his hand. “I know. Anyway, when I saw the picture…I don’t know. I just felt, like, warm. Looking at you made me happy. It was pervy, get excited by a picture of a six-year old, but it was what my body was telling me.” Her face was getting a little red. Roughly an eight of the intensity of Mozze’s redness, but still.
Mozze squirmed a little. “So…it was love at first sight for you…too?”
Konaka kissed him again. Softer, this time, more caring. She cradled his face in her hands.
“Yeah, me too.”
Mozze felt like his cheeks were on fire.
Konaka sighed happily and moved her hands back to her sides, with one grasping Mozze’s hand.
“Anyway, convincing the Council went pretty smooth, but there was a problem. The mamono world at large couldn’t give a rat’s ass how old your partner is, but…” Konaka gently rubbed her thumb along the top of his hand. “I dunno, I was afraid I would hurt you.”
“Hurt me?”
“I mean, people who lose their virginity at age six generally don’t grow up into well-adjusted human beings. So, I figured I would do my best to wait for you to grow up. Marrying Siega was the perfect cover. I could get close to you and Jenka could have Siega without drawing any wandering eyes. Of course, it carried the risk of us screwing up and ruining your life…” Konaka sighed. “But we figured there was no WAY that could happen.” she mumbled.
“You didn’t ruin my life” Mozze squeezed her hand. She smiled back at him. “Although this whole thing would’ve been a lot easier if you’d just fucked me nine years ago-oof!” Mozze yelped as an elbow dug into his ribs. “That’s the same spot from earlier!”
“Well, quit pissing me off!” Konaka laughed.
They sat together for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being together. Suddenly, Konaka stood up.
“Wanna see what I really look like?”
“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re not a natural blonde.”
She snorted. She closed her eyes in concentration. She didn’t glow pink or change colors or anything, she just…shimmered. Then, with a plopping sound, her human ears shifted upwards onto her head before growing longer and gaining fur. Her robe shifted about, before seven, long, golden tails climbed out from underneath it. Konaka struck a nonsensical pose.
“How do you like it?”
Mozze smiled. “That’s it?” One of Konaka’s tails smacked the side of his head.
“OW!”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?”
“I mean, the only huge change is the ears.”
“And the tails!”
“Yeah, but they’re more like an accessory. I gotta say, you’re a lot more vanilla than I was expecting.” SMACK!
“OW! Stop hitting me!”
“Stop making me angry!”
They glared daggers at each other, and then started to crack up.
Laughing herself silly, Konaka plopped down next to Mozze on the bed, wrapping her arm around him. Mozze in turn leaned his head down against her neck.
Konaka gave a happy sigh. “Any other questions?”
Mozze thought for a bit. “Yeah, actually. Why did the Council target my father in the first place?”
Konaka shrugged. “He has a lot of sway here, a lot of influence over what laws get passed and what laws don’t. He’s an important person for a society dedicated to improving the lives of mamono.”
“Ah. Makes sense.”
“Yeah. That everything?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
….
….
….
“Hey, Konaka?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I know. I love you-“
KNOCK. KNOCK.
The duo jumped.
“It’s me, Siega. Can I come in?”
Konaka turned her head to Mozze, who looked conflicted. He turned to Konaka in confusion, and she gave his hand yet another squeeze. Mozze took a breath.
“Yeah.” Mozze’s voice was barely above a whisper.
The door creaked open, painfully slow.
Siega crept into the room, his body nervous and his gaze on the floor.
“I thought I told you to wait.” Konaka growled.
“I waited for a while.” he offered. “I just…I figured I should talk to him.”
Mozze shifted. “Konnie told me everything already.”
Siega gave a relieved sigh. “That’s good, but I wanted…I wanted to talk to you about….about everything.” His gaze turned to Konaka. “I’m sorry Konaka, but could you let me talk with Mozze alone?”
Konaka scowled. She turned to Mozze. “Are you okay with-“
“Yeah, it’s fine, Konnie.” Mozze gave a weak smile. “Can you just wait outside the door?”
Konaka sighed. “All right.” She gave his hand one last squeeze and stood up. “Holler if you need me.” With one last dirty look at Siega, Konaka sank into the darkness of the hallway, closing the door behind her.
Siega stared at the floor and scratched his head in discomfort. “She…told you everything, huh?”
“Fox demon, in love with me, sham marriage, you’re a pedophile. That everything?” Neither attempted to look at each other.
“Um-um…yeah. I mean, Jenka’s actually a lot older than me…” he started, before sighing. “Forget it. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. Well…” he hesitated. “I guess I didn’t want to actually talk to you about everything. I just…I wanted to apologize for everything.”
Mozze scrunched his brow. “You wanted to….well, don’t. I love Konaka, so it doesn’t really matter anymore.”
“No, I know. I mean, I didn’t know you loved her. That’s great, she really loves you. I-“ he sighed in exasperation. “I wanted to apologize for everything else. For not being anything remotely close to a father to you.” Siega finally brought his eyes to Mozze, who was still facing away from him.
“…Don’t. It’s nothing new. Besides, I had Konaka.”
“Yeah. I know.” Siega sighed. “But, do you mind if I just explain myself? There are some things you have to get off your chest, or they’ll eat at you forever. You know?”
“Not really.”
“Oh. Um, that’s…good. You shouldn’t. They’re…bad.” Siega inhaled deeply, methodically rubbing his temples. “I’m just going to start, otherwise I’ll be stammering all night.”
“Please do.”
Sitting himself down on the floor next to the door, Siega started. “I’ll start at the beginning, with your Mother. She was mesmerizing. Kind, generous, beautiful, she was the type of person you couldn’t believe existed outside of story book.” Siega looked at the ceiling, his eyes wistful. “I loved her so much. Everyone did, but…I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I knew that she wasn’t the type of person who was meant to love people like me, but I just had to tell how I felt. So I did, and it was about as expected. I stammered like an idiot and made an ass of myself. But then she did something that didn’t make any sense. She kissed me. And I felt like I had cheated the world somehow. ”
Mozze finally brought his eyes to his father.
“….What was her name?” Mozze’s voice surprised even himself.
“I never told you, did I?” Siega smiled, a little, bitter smile. “Her name was Lily.” Siega rubbed his hands together, uncomfortable. “I won’t bore you with the details, but somehow I found myself marrying the love of my life. We had a quaint little wedding, full of strangers and priests who seemed as dumbfounded as I was. We had a few wonderful years together, and decided to have a child.” Siega coughed. “I, uh, won’t bore you with the details-“
“You can if you want. It’s not like I haven’t seen worse from you.” Mozze sneered.
Siega coughed. “R-right. Well, um, she got pregnant, and…” He gestured pointlessly. “I guess you know the rest. When she was giving birth, there was some kind of complication and…she went away.” Siega’s eyes were distant, pained. “When Lily died…I don’t think I really felt anything. I mean, I was sad, I was heartbroken, but it made sense. She was beautiful, some kind of angel, the type of person I could never hope to make happy. Her death was just the universe finally correcting a mistake that had gone on for far too long.” He shrugged. “It was how it was destined to go.”
Siega gave a shaky breath. “But then there was you. Before she had to leave us, Lily gave me one more miracle. A miracle that I felt sick just looking at.”
“….What?” God help him, Mozze felt hurt.
“No, no! Not like that. I love you, Mozze. I couldn’t hate you if I tried.” Siege…loved Mozze? Mozze clenched the sheets of the bed, unsure what to believe. Siega went on. “I love you, but God help me you just remind me so much of her. There were days I couldn’t tell whether you were a miracle or the world’s way of reminding me of something I was never supposed to have. I couldn’t stand it. So, I took the coward’s way out. I hired nannies and tutors, worked as long as I could to stay away from home, anything I could manage to stay away from you.” Siega rubbed his eyes, wiping away the pooling moisture. “And then, one day, Konaka and Jenka approached me. I imagine you can fill in the rest.”
“…So, you just…what, decided it’d be fun to fuck a demon and leave me all alone?” Mozze spat out the words before he could stop.
“N-no…well….” Siega sighed. “I suppose I did. When I met Jenka….I don’t know. Every body motion, every word, it was intoxicating. When she was explaining how the proposition would play out, I just…agreed. I trusted her, I believed in her. I would have done anything she asked. Pretty pathetic thing for a father to do, huh?” He laughed, joyless and pained.
“It…it all worked out pretty well.” What the hell did he say to this? What the hell did he do?
“I suppose it did.” He twiddled his thumbs. “You, um, you really love Konaka, right?”
Mozze nodded. “More than anything.”
“Good. I love Jenka too.” He groaned. “God. I guess…I guess what I’m trying to say here is that, even if you hate me, I really do love you. And I’m so sorry I waited so long to tell you all this.”
And then they were silent.
Mozze coughed. “…All right then.” Siega stared at him, anxious. “…Thanks, I guess.”
Siega furrowed his brow. “Than..? N-no, don’t thank me. I just…I just wanted to…” he sighed. “I’ve given up being a good father, but I thought I might be able to pull off being a decent human being, at least once.”
Mozze grunted. “Well, close enough. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself.” Siega flinched. “I’m doing fine. And you’ll be fine too. I’m sure Jenka will be there for you. So don’t worry about me…” Mozze bit into his lip, a mumbled word barely escaping his mouth. “…Dad.”
Siega’s eyes went wide, rapidly growing teary. He let out a quiet sob. “T-t-thank you, s-son.” Siega blinked away the tears in his eyes and took a breath. “I hope I can make everything up to you one day.”
Mozze met his gaze. He smiled, not happy, not sincere, but not completely fake either. “Yeah.”
Siega rubbed his hands against his eyes, slowly composing himself. Then, slowly but surely, he rose to his feet. “I’ll go get Konaka. I think I’ve impeded on your moment enough as it is.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Mozze bit into his tongue before a snide remark could escape his mouth. “Night.”
“Good night…” Siega chuckled. “…my little miracle.”
Mozze groaned. “Out!”
Siega let out a laugh, pushing the door open. A loud bump and a startled yelp resonated in the hall as soon as the door was half open.
Siega slipped through the crack, closing the door behind him and inspecting the source of the noise, an annoyed Konaka knocked on her rump and rubbing her forehead.
Siega frowned. “Please tell me you weren’t spying on us.”
Konaka scowled back at him. “Hey, don’t get snotty with me. I told you to wait. Besides, Jenka…” she stopped herself, looking distressed.
Siega blanched. “D-did, did she hear…?”
Konaka sighed. “…Yeah. She did.” Konaka tilted her head towards the other end of the hall. “She’s in the guest room. Go talk to her.” Before he could enquire further, Konaka walked past him and gingerly opened the door to Mozze’s room.
“Mozzie?”
The door slammed shut behind her.
Siega gulped, steadily making his way to the guest room. He reached his hand to the handle, before quickly recoiling it. He fiddled nervously with his hands. Was he supposed to just barge in? Jenka was a very strict mistress, he didn't want to
upset her. But…if she heard what he said…
Siega shook his head. Bracing himself, he pushed the door open. The room was dim, barely lit by a lamp next to the bed. On the bed lay a bundle of blankets with a small bump in the middle.
“M-Mistress? Mistress Jenka?” He asked the bump. His voice was frightened, unsure.
The bump spoke, muffled and audibly upset.
“Wh-what did you say, Mistress?” Siega asked.
A single, clawed hand poked out from under the covers, slightly pulling up the covers. “I didn’t say you could come in.”
Siega swallowed, nervously. “I was…I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine. You can leave.” The bump said, quickly.
Siega took a breath, quickly walking to the bed and gently sitting himself down.
The clawed hand lifted the veil of blankets once more, this time with a shining eye peeking out from the gap. The bump snarled. “You know what happens to boys who don’t follow orders, don’t you?”
Siega sighed. “Jenka, please talk to me. I’m worried, I want to make sure-“
The blankets leapt off the bed, revealing the tiny figure underneath them. “You’re worried!? What the fuck do you have to be worried about!?” Her anger quickly subsided into frantic sobs. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” she bawled.
Siega flinched. “I-I didn’t think….I didn’t….I didn’t think that….you would want to know?” he whimpered.
Jenka’s lip trembled. “Of course I want to know, you moron! Why didn't you tell me about all this?”
“W-w-w-w-which p-p-part?”
Jenka bore into Siega with a glare from her puffy eyes, before slowly beginning to regain herself. “I’m sorry, Siega. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“M-mistress?” She almost never called him by name.
“I’m so sorry you felt like this. I’m so sorry I never asked. I’m so sorry I never thought about your feelings. I-I’m so sorry, my love.” Tears flowed from the horned girl’s eyes, her body trembling.
“Mistress please, I-“
She brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling his lips to hers. She gripped the surprised man by the back of his head, pulling him to her. Somehow, she found her way on top of him, fiercely attacking his mouth.
He trembled under her touch, though he quickly gave himself completely to her. His trembling arms wrapped themselves around her body.
After several minutes she pushed him into the bed, her eyes staring coldly into his.
“You are my property, slave. I won’t tolerate disobedience from you. Don’t you ever hide something like this from me again.” Suddenly, a warm smile parted her lips. “I’ll never let someone hurt you, in any way. So never feel afraid, okay, my love?”
Siega smiled burrowing his head into her neck. “Thank you, Mistress Jenka.”
Jenka gently nuzzled his head with her own. “Of course. After all…” she whispered into his ear. “I’m the only one who gets to hurt you.” she cackled.
Siega whimpered.
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“Mozzie?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” He smiled weakly.
Konaka made her way to his bed, plopping herself down next to him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to abandon you.”
Mozze shook his head. “I asked you to leave. Don’t worry about it.” He sighed. “Is Jenka going to burst through that door and say she’s pregnant with my child?”
Konaka laughed. “Doubt it. She’s more of a DILF person.”
“Don’t. Say. DILF. Ever. Again.” he snarled, falling backwards onto his bed.
Konaka laughed even harder. “I love pushin your buttons, sugar plum.” She laid herself out sideways across Mozze, her belly on top of his.
“I noticed.” he groaned. “Look, please tell me it’ll just be you and me for the rest of the night. I can’t take anymore tonight.”
“Don’t worry.” she ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. “It’ll just be you and me for the rest of the night.”
“Good.” he mumbled. Konaka giggled.
…
…
…
“H-hey, Konaka?”
“Call me Konnie.”
“R-right. Konnie…um, are you cold?”
“…A little. You?”
“Yeah, I-I-I’m cold. May-maybe we should….get under the blankets…?”
“Hah! Good idea, lover boy.”
...
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…
“Hey, Mozzie?”
“Y-yeah?”
“Tonight has been a hell of a night, so I’m not gonna push the issue, but starting tomorrow…”
“…Y-yeah?”
“Your ass is mine.”
“…O-o-okay.”
Mozze whimpered, as Konaka brought her lips to his cheek.
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Epilogue
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“…ah….”
“…haha…..”
He gritted his teeth.
“Don’t hold back, darling. I’m doing this for you, ya know?”
“But…I want you to feel good, too.”
“I feel wonderful, love. Don’t worry. Just enjoy yourself. I want your first time to be special.”
“But…ah!”
She giggled. “How’s it feel being on the other end, lover boy?”
“You know….I think you went from mother….to lo-ah!-ver….a little too easily.”
She laughed. “Hard to be a smart-ass when a pretty lady’s got you at her mercy, isn’t it?”
He grunted. “Stop….bullying me.”
She chuckled.
“And…stop lau-ah!-ghing! Losing….my virginity….isn’t funny!” he groaned.
She smiled. “I’m not laughing because I think it’s funny. I’m laughing because you’re just too cute, Mozzie!”
God, if his face got any hotter it would go supernova.
She moaned. “Ah…I can feel you twitching. Let it out, dear. I’m…right behind you!”
“K...K…Konnie!”
Their bodies shook, the pleasure overwhelming them both. As the orgasm subsided, Konaka placed her hands on Mozze’s chest to support herself, before giving up and flopping her upper body down on top of his. Their breathing was heavy, bodies hot and sweaty.
Konaka crawled up Mozze and pushed her lips to his, enthusiastically rewarding his efforts. Eventually, she rolled off of him, lying down next to him under the covers, her hand in his.
…
…
“K-Konnie?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Um…did you…uh…”
She pecked him on the cheek. “Yup!” She giggled. “Nice to have a real one inside of me for once.”
“G-good.”
She smiled, a glint of mischief in her eye. “Of course I might be lying, ya know.”
“I doubt it, you’re not very good at lying.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to smack you.”
“Yeah.”
…
“Y-yo-you really did-“
“I’m sorry, that was mean. I really did, I promise. You were really good, especially for a fifteen-year old.” she spoke quickly.
“O-okay.” he whimpered.
“Sorry…” she mumbled, genuine guilt in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it.” he smiled at her. “Um….are you tired?”
“Not really.” she grinned. “Wanna go again, horn dog?”
“N-no…well, I mean yes, but….” she laughed. “Do you wanna just talk?” He said, as quickly as he could.
She wrapped her arm around his waist, cuddling up even closer to him. “Sure, that sounds nice. Anything in her particular you wanna talk about?”
He fidgeted. “I guess I’ve been kind of worried about…what we’re going to do when I leave for University. It’s three years away, but...” he hesitated. “I just wanted to talk to you about it.”
She rested the side of her head on his shoulder, looking up at his eyes curiously. “Whatcha worried about? Money? I never told you, but I have plenty. I could just take care of you.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to burden you.” Konaka opened her mouth to argue, but Mozze kept talking. “Besides….I’ve been doing some studying, and I think…” he hesitated. “I think…I think I know what I want to do when I’m older. And I really want to do it.”
Konaka started to argue, but hesitated. She gave her typical sigh, and spoke. “All right. But I want you to know, that you will never be a burden, you little crap.” She smirked “So don’t talk like that again.” Mozze blushed, and nodded. “So, what were you thinking?”
“…Huh?” Mozze said, eloquent as always.
“What do you want to go to University for, turnip head?”
“Firstly, don’t call me turnip head.” She stuck her tongue out at him. He sighed. “Second…I don’t know if there’s a University per say for it, but….um….” he looked away from her.
“Hey, don’t leave me in the dark, what is it?” she pressed him.
“Well…I’ve been wondering about something, but what we just did confirmed it. I like making people happy, so…” with newly discovered courage, Mozze squeezed Konaka’s hand and spoke. “I want to be a male escort.”
Konaka stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, her hand trembling and her face sweating.
“I-y-y-yo—you-you…want…?” she sputtered, her mind screeching.
Mozze stared at her, softly, full of love and expectation. “I know. You want me to follow my heart.” he gave her hand another squeeze. “I’ll make you proud.” And then, as terror wracked her mind, he gave her his most charming smiled.
And then, his restraint failed him and he let out a snicker.
Over the next second and a half, Konaka’s face experienced what can only be called an ‘emotional rainbow’. Her face shifted abruptly from terrified, to confused, to relieved, to annoyed, to angry. And then to very angry. To oh so, so very angry.
In the interest of time, kindness and censorship, let’s skip ahead about an hour and a half.
“Ah, I feel so relaxed!” Chirped Konaka, as she untied the ropes around Mozze’s wrists. “Just what I needed.”
Mozze wheezed. The world outside the restraints confused him.
Konaka gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sugar. I got a little too worked up. At least I didn’t give you the Siega treatment.”
Mozze groaned. “Please stop talking about that.”
Konaka chuckled. “Yeah, well, don’t ever tell a joke like that again and I won’t. Deal?”
“If you promise not to call me turnip head again, then deal.” he grunted. “Couldn’t you have just offered that before…all that?”
She smirked. “You loved it and you know it.”
He turned red. “Y-yeah….”
Konaka let out a snort. “So, what do you actually want to go to University for? Or were you completely screwing with me?”
Mozze sighed. “….I think….I want to be a chef.”
Konaka gave him a surprised look. “Seriously?”
Mozze squirmed on the bed. “Well…yeah. I think so. Whenever I help you make dinner or whatever, I think it’s really fun. What spices are good for what, what flavors mix well together, and I just want to learn more about it. I mean, I know it’s
kind of a waste, with all the private lessons and stuff, but-“
Konaka cut him off with a peck on the lips. “Sappy as it sounds, if you’re happy, then they weren’t wasted at all.” She gave him a tight hug. “And if you’re happy, then I’m happy.”
“Not according to 10 minutes ago.” he grumbled.
“Oh please, you LOVED that.” she sneered.
“…Yeah….I did.”
Giving up, Mozze grunted and laid his head down on her bosom. She laughed and ran her fingers up and down his back. They laid in the bed, their bodies shielding each other from the nocturnal chill.
…
…
…
“Mozzie-Poo?”
Oh good, a new pet-name. “Yes?”
“You know Shorson? The town I’m from?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a School for the arts type of thing there. I think they offer culinary courses. I was thinking, even if you don’t end up going there, it’d be nice to visit when you turn eighteen. I could show you around, you could look at the school…maybe meet my parents.” she mumbled the last part.
Mozze smiled. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”
“Oh, people are gonna be embarrassed, but I seriously doubt that YOU’LL embarrass ME.” she chuckled. “So…what do you thi-?”
To her surprise, and to his own, Mozze pressed his lips to hers, cutting her off. As he pulled away, he whispered to her. “That sounds wonderful.”
Konaka smiled, a blush on cheeks. She pushed Mozze downwards onto the bed, slowly rising over him. Her long, blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, her tails swirling slowly behind her back.
“Mister, you must really want me to tie you up again.”
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“Oh Gods, Daddy.” Konaka groaned.
The infallible Fergus Mickon stood in front of the newly-weds, wearing an ecstatic grin…and what appeared to be a flannel tuxedo. A very tired looking Leena stood next to him, giving the couple a knowing smile as they walked down the ship’s slipway.
“If I had known you’d be wearing that, I’d have never written you two.” Konaka’s spoke in an irritated tone, but Mozze knew her well enough to hear the joyful undertones she was attempting to hide.
“If I had known he would wear this costume outside of our bedroom, I would have burned it ages ago.” Leena growled. She was tapping her foot impatiently, clearly anxious to get the meeting over with. Mozze, however, couldn’t help but notice that her tone sounded very similar to Konaka’s…
A jolly bellow from Fergus cut of Mozze’s thought. “Not even home a day and the gals are already yappin bout what happens in the bedroom!” He winked at Mozze, who laughed nervously in response.
“She’s the one talking about the bedroom! And what the hell do you need that atrocity for in the bedroom!?” Konaka snapped, all of her rage seemingly directed at her mother.
Leena rolled her eyes. “Oh, is that the sound of a child-abductor scolding someone’s intimate tendencies? How peculiar!”
“She’s not a child-abductor!” Mozze yelled, louder than he meant to. A smiling Konaka and a surprised Leena turned their gazes onto him.
“I-I-sorry, I-“
“Don’t apologize! Ya gotta stick up for the people ya love, son!” Fergus belted out another laugh. “Son! That feels good to say! Don’t it, hun!?” Fergus hollered, wrapping an arm around his wife.
Leena tried to sigh, but couldn’t hide her smile. “Very nice, my Love Baron. Use your inside voice though, all right?” Leena tilted her head to the side, scanning the crowd of passengers departing the boat behind Mozze and Konaka.
“Aren’t you short a deviant? One of the horned variety.” Leena inquired, doing her best to keep her voice indifferent.
“Her name’s Jenka, Mother, and she’s staying behind in she’s staying behind in Zipangu with Mozze’s father. At least until things are a little more favorable for mamono there.” Konaka replied.
“How terribly int-“
“I’m sorry, son!”
Fergus’s voice shocked them, as well as several passing passengers. Several Were-Rabbits in particular were plugging their ears and casting nasty looks his way.
“This old Mama and Daughta feud’s been eating up all our time together!” Fergus squeezed the shoulder of a guilty looking Leena. “Let’s talk bout you! How old are ya? Konaka said you’re studying to be a chef? I’ve always wanted someone in the family who could cook!”
Leena’s guilt melted away as she elbowed her husband in the stomach. He just laughed.
“U-um, right.” Mozze stuttered. “W-well, I’m eighteen-years old, and yes, I’m studying to be a chef.”
“That’s great! Ya know, I can’t tell ya how important it is to know whatcha wanna do when ya older. When I was your age….” Fergus droned on, wrapping an arm around the confused young man and walking into town, their amused wives following behind them.
“Glad to see Daddy likes him.” Konaka whispered.
“Of course he does. I’ve always had a good nose for humans.” Leena tapped her nose. “He’s a keeper.”
“…Thanks, Mama.”
“You’re welcome. And…Konaka?” Leena darted towards Konaka, wrapping her in a surprise hug. “Welcome home.” She pulled away as quickly as she embraced her, and quickened her pace to catch up to her husband.
Konaka stood for a moment, stunned. Then, a smile overtook her face, as she began to trot towards her extremely nervous looking husband.
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She was beautiful. It was one of the few things in the world Mozze knew to be absolutely true.
Age had been kind to her, her blonde hair having slowly shifted to a pristine white during their decades together. She had fretted about it, but Mozze never heard it, holding her close and assuring her of her beauty.
How long had they been together? The question made him chuckle. He couldn’t even remember how long ago it had been since he had stopped trying to remember how old he was. He supposed it didn’t even matter. He had been happy as long as he could remember, why sweat the details?
Mozze’s restaurant, The Mud Fox, had clung to steady success over the years. It was a popular place for couples, both old and new alike. Perhaps the sight of the withered old man, slaving away in a hot kitchen with his wife, served as a beacon of enduring love for these couples.
Despite her reservations about the name, Konaka worked hard in ensuring that their restaurant was a quality establishment, one deserving of her husband’s attention. For a long time, she worked as a waitress in the restaurant, before finally retiring to the kitchen with her husband when her age became too large a hurdle to traverse.
In her place, her grandchildren buzzed around the restaurant, taking orders and chattering excitedly amongst themselves and customers. Some would be around for years to come, doing everything in their power to see their kindly grandfather’s dream thrive. Others would use it as mere part-time jobs for their teenaged years, before going out into the world for themselves. Whatever the case, all the members of the Nataki family lived their lives to the fullest, never forgetting Mozze and Konaka’s loving parenting.
Circumstances are never perfect, and life is bound to set up obstacles. But if you can keep yourself from being overtaken, from giving in…well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
“When all else fails…I dunno. Fuck it, I guess!”
“Elegant as always, Konnie-Poo.”
The End.
…
“…ah….”
“…haha…..”
He gritted his teeth.
“Don’t hold back, darling. I’m doing this for you, ya know?”
“But…I want you to feel good, too.”
“I feel wonderful, love. Don’t worry. Just enjoy yourself. I want your first time to be special.”
“But…ah!”
She giggled. “How’s it feel being on the other end, lover boy?”
“You know….I think you went from mother….to lo-ah!-ver….a little too easily.”
She laughed. “Hard to be a smart-ass when a pretty lady’s got you at her mercy, isn’t it?”
He grunted. “Stop….bullying me.”
She chuckled.
“And…stop lau-ah!-ghing! Losing….my virginity….isn’t funny!” he groaned.
She smiled. “I’m not laughing because I think it’s funny. I’m laughing because you’re just too cute, Mozzie!”
God, if his face got any hotter it would go supernova.
She moaned. “Ah…I can feel you twitching. Let it out, dear. I’m…right behind you!”
“K...K…Konnie!”
Their bodies shook, the pleasure overwhelming them both. As the orgasm subsided, Konaka placed her hands on Mozze’s chest to support herself, before giving up and flopping her upper body down on top of his. Their breathing was heavy, bodies hot and sweaty.
Konaka crawled up Mozze and pushed her lips to his, enthusiastically rewarding his efforts. Eventually, she rolled off of him, lying down next to him under the covers, her hand in his.
…
…
“K-Konnie?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Um…did you…uh…”
She pecked him on the cheek. “Yup!” She giggled. “Nice to have a real one inside of me for once.”
“G-good.”
She smiled, a glint of mischief in her eye. “Of course I might be lying, ya know.”
“I doubt it, you’re not very good at lying.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to smack you.”
“Yeah.”
…
“Y-yo-you really did-“
“I’m sorry, that was mean. I really did, I promise. You were really good, especially for a fifteen-year old.” she spoke quickly.
“O-okay.” he whimpered.
“Sorry…” she mumbled, genuine guilt in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it.” he smiled at her. “Um….are you tired?”
“Not really.” she grinned. “Wanna go again, horn dog?”
“N-no…well, I mean yes, but….” she laughed. “Do you wanna just talk?” He said, as quickly as he could.
She wrapped her arm around his waist, cuddling up even closer to him. “Sure, that sounds nice. Anything in her particular you wanna talk about?”
He fidgeted. “I guess I’ve been kind of worried about…what we’re going to do when I leave for University. It’s three years away, but...” he hesitated. “I just wanted to talk to you about it.”
She rested the side of her head on his shoulder, looking up at his eyes curiously. “Whatcha worried about? Money? I never told you, but I have plenty. I could just take care of you.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to burden you.” Konaka opened her mouth to argue, but Mozze kept talking. “Besides….I’ve been doing some studying, and I think…” he hesitated. “I think…I think I know what I want to do when I’m older. And I really want to do it.”
Konaka started to argue, but hesitated. She gave her typical sigh, and spoke. “All right. But I want you to know, that you will never be a burden, you little crap.” She smirked “So don’t talk like that again.” Mozze blushed, and nodded. “So, what were you thinking?”
“…Huh?” Mozze said, eloquent as always.
“What do you want to go to University for, turnip head?”
“Firstly, don’t call me turnip head.” She stuck her tongue out at him. He sighed. “Second…I don’t know if there’s a University per say for it, but….um….” he looked away from her.
“Hey, don’t leave me in the dark, what is it?” she pressed him.
“Well…I’ve been wondering about something, but what we just did confirmed it. I like making people happy, so…” with newly discovered courage, Mozze squeezed Konaka’s hand and spoke. “I want to be a male escort.”
Konaka stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, her hand trembling and her face sweating.
“I-y-y-yo—you-you…want…?” she sputtered, her mind screeching.
Mozze stared at her, softly, full of love and expectation. “I know. You want me to follow my heart.” he gave her hand another squeeze. “I’ll make you proud.” And then, as terror wracked her mind, he gave her his most charming smiled.
And then, his restraint failed him and he let out a snicker.
Over the next second and a half, Konaka’s face experienced what can only be called an ‘emotional rainbow’. Her face shifted abruptly from terrified, to confused, to relieved, to annoyed, to angry. And then to very angry. To oh so, so very angry.
In the interest of time, kindness and censorship, let’s skip ahead about an hour and a half.
“Ah, I feel so relaxed!” Chirped Konaka, as she untied the ropes around Mozze’s wrists. “Just what I needed.”
Mozze wheezed. The world outside the restraints confused him.
Konaka gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sugar. I got a little too worked up. At least I didn’t give you the Siega treatment.”
Mozze groaned. “Please stop talking about that.”
Konaka chuckled. “Yeah, well, don’t ever tell a joke like that again and I won’t. Deal?”
“If you promise not to call me turnip head again, then deal.” he grunted. “Couldn’t you have just offered that before…all that?”
She smirked. “You loved it and you know it.”
He turned red. “Y-yeah….”
Konaka let out a snort. “So, what do you actually want to go to University for? Or were you completely screwing with me?”
Mozze sighed. “….I think….I want to be a chef.”
Konaka gave him a surprised look. “Seriously?”
Mozze squirmed on the bed. “Well…yeah. I think so. Whenever I help you make dinner or whatever, I think it’s really fun. What spices are good for what, what flavors mix well together, and I just want to learn more about it. I mean, I know it’s
kind of a waste, with all the private lessons and stuff, but-“
Konaka cut him off with a peck on the lips. “Sappy as it sounds, if you’re happy, then they weren’t wasted at all.” She gave him a tight hug. “And if you’re happy, then I’m happy.”
“Not according to 10 minutes ago.” he grumbled.
“Oh please, you LOVED that.” she sneered.
“…Yeah….I did.”
Giving up, Mozze grunted and laid his head down on her bosom. She laughed and ran her fingers up and down his back. They laid in the bed, their bodies shielding each other from the nocturnal chill.
…
…
…
“Mozzie-Poo?”
Oh good, a new pet-name. “Yes?”
“You know Shorson? The town I’m from?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a School for the arts type of thing there. I think they offer culinary courses. I was thinking, even if you don’t end up going there, it’d be nice to visit when you turn eighteen. I could show you around, you could look at the school…maybe meet my parents.” she mumbled the last part.
Mozze smiled. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”
“Oh, people are gonna be embarrassed, but I seriously doubt that YOU’LL embarrass ME.” she chuckled. “So…what do you thi-?”
To her surprise, and to his own, Mozze pressed his lips to hers, cutting her off. As he pulled away, he whispered to her. “That sounds wonderful.”
Konaka smiled, a blush on cheeks. She pushed Mozze downwards onto the bed, slowly rising over him. Her long, blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, her tails swirling slowly behind her back.
“Mister, you must really want me to tie you up again.”
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“Oh Gods, Daddy.” Konaka groaned.
The infallible Fergus Mickon stood in front of the newly-weds, wearing an ecstatic grin…and what appeared to be a flannel tuxedo. A very tired looking Leena stood next to him, giving the couple a knowing smile as they walked down the ship’s slipway.
“If I had known you’d be wearing that, I’d have never written you two.” Konaka’s spoke in an irritated tone, but Mozze knew her well enough to hear the joyful undertones she was attempting to hide.
“If I had known he would wear this costume outside of our bedroom, I would have burned it ages ago.” Leena growled. She was tapping her foot impatiently, clearly anxious to get the meeting over with. Mozze, however, couldn’t help but notice that her tone sounded very similar to Konaka’s…
A jolly bellow from Fergus cut of Mozze’s thought. “Not even home a day and the gals are already yappin bout what happens in the bedroom!” He winked at Mozze, who laughed nervously in response.
“She’s the one talking about the bedroom! And what the hell do you need that atrocity for in the bedroom!?” Konaka snapped, all of her rage seemingly directed at her mother.
Leena rolled her eyes. “Oh, is that the sound of a child-abductor scolding someone’s intimate tendencies? How peculiar!”
“She’s not a child-abductor!” Mozze yelled, louder than he meant to. A smiling Konaka and a surprised Leena turned their gazes onto him.
“I-I-sorry, I-“
“Don’t apologize! Ya gotta stick up for the people ya love, son!” Fergus belted out another laugh. “Son! That feels good to say! Don’t it, hun!?” Fergus hollered, wrapping an arm around his wife.
Leena tried to sigh, but couldn’t hide her smile. “Very nice, my Love Baron. Use your inside voice though, all right?” Leena tilted her head to the side, scanning the crowd of passengers departing the boat behind Mozze and Konaka.
“Aren’t you short a deviant? One of the horned variety.” Leena inquired, doing her best to keep her voice indifferent.
“Her name’s Jenka, Mother, and she’s staying behind in she’s staying behind in Zipangu with Mozze’s father. At least until things are a little more favorable for mamono there.” Konaka replied.
“How terribly int-“
“I’m sorry, son!”
Fergus’s voice shocked them, as well as several passing passengers. Several Were-Rabbits in particular were plugging their ears and casting nasty looks his way.
“This old Mama and Daughta feud’s been eating up all our time together!” Fergus squeezed the shoulder of a guilty looking Leena. “Let’s talk bout you! How old are ya? Konaka said you’re studying to be a chef? I’ve always wanted someone in the family who could cook!”
Leena’s guilt melted away as she elbowed her husband in the stomach. He just laughed.
“U-um, right.” Mozze stuttered. “W-well, I’m eighteen-years old, and yes, I’m studying to be a chef.”
“That’s great! Ya know, I can’t tell ya how important it is to know whatcha wanna do when ya older. When I was your age….” Fergus droned on, wrapping an arm around the confused young man and walking into town, their amused wives following behind them.
“Glad to see Daddy likes him.” Konaka whispered.
“Of course he does. I’ve always had a good nose for humans.” Leena tapped her nose. “He’s a keeper.”
“…Thanks, Mama.”
“You’re welcome. And…Konaka?” Leena darted towards Konaka, wrapping her in a surprise hug. “Welcome home.” She pulled away as quickly as she embraced her, and quickened her pace to catch up to her husband.
Konaka stood for a moment, stunned. Then, a smile overtook her face, as she began to trot towards her extremely nervous looking husband.
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She was beautiful. It was one of the few things in the world Mozze knew to be absolutely true.
Age had been kind to her, her blonde hair having slowly shifted to a pristine white during their decades together. She had fretted about it, but Mozze never heard it, holding her close and assuring her of her beauty.
How long had they been together? The question made him chuckle. He couldn’t even remember how long ago it had been since he had stopped trying to remember how old he was. He supposed it didn’t even matter. He had been happy as long as he could remember, why sweat the details?
Mozze’s restaurant, The Mud Fox, had clung to steady success over the years. It was a popular place for couples, both old and new alike. Perhaps the sight of the withered old man, slaving away in a hot kitchen with his wife, served as a beacon of enduring love for these couples.
Despite her reservations about the name, Konaka worked hard in ensuring that their restaurant was a quality establishment, one deserving of her husband’s attention. For a long time, she worked as a waitress in the restaurant, before finally retiring to the kitchen with her husband when her age became too large a hurdle to traverse.
In her place, her grandchildren buzzed around the restaurant, taking orders and chattering excitedly amongst themselves and customers. Some would be around for years to come, doing everything in their power to see their kindly grandfather’s dream thrive. Others would use it as mere part-time jobs for their teenaged years, before going out into the world for themselves. Whatever the case, all the members of the Nataki family lived their lives to the fullest, never forgetting Mozze and Konaka’s loving parenting.
Circumstances are never perfect, and life is bound to set up obstacles. But if you can keep yourself from being overtaken, from giving in…well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
“When all else fails…I dunno. Fuck it, I guess!”
“Elegant as always, Konnie-Poo.”
The End.
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Bonus Chapter
Come on, come on, you can do it.
Fergus Mickon stood in front of a cracked mirror, atop a cracked sink, inside a deteriorating brothel bathroom. He splashed the water on his face, the icy liquid cooling his frantic mind. This clubs just for girls, no men or anything like that. Just a bunch of pretty ladies, and you get paid to do whatever they want! That’s every man’s dream, right!?
He brought his head to the sink, banging into it and adding an extra chip. Why him? Why did he have to demean himself like this? And then he groaned. He knew perfectly well why he had to do this.
One single Girtablilu in the gold mines, and the Danuki seized control of his operation in a heartbeat. Some hogwash about “Encroaching on mamono land.” What horse shit! That hadn’t stopped the Danuki from mining gold herself once she had kicked Fergus off the land!
He whimpered pitifully. Those raccoon ladies…they got husbands by putting them in debt, right? Well, if they get their eyes on a working man with no need to borrow money, they just up and ruin his boss so the workers need the ring-tails for money! He groaned again. He hoped that she was at least treating Paul well.
“Fergus!” A hoarse voice snapped him of out of his silent tirade. He turned towards its origin, a wrinkled and sagging Holstaur standing in the bathroom doorway.
Miss Daisy.
“Yer up, beefcake.” she croaked, her face contorted in a cruel smirk.
“Y-yes’m.” he whimpered.
“What was that!?” she sneered.
“Ah-Ah mean…” he cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am.”
She snorted. “That’s better. Got a bachelorette party with your name on it at table six. Ralphie and Quinton are working with ya.” She checked her makeup idly in the mirror. “I’m leaving, got a date with my hubby. I hear about any trouble while I’m gone, and you’re hairy ass is hitting the curb, got it?” She cast an agitated gaze his way.
Fergus swallowed the lump climbing up his esophagus. “Y-yes ma’am.”
She cackled and marched through the door, her breasts swinging like pendulums.
Fergus sighed to himself. “That’s one lucky hubby.” he grumbled.
“I’ve actually seen her with him before, at a restaurant.” A voice from inside a stall surprised Fergus. “Her chest looked completely fine. I think she just makes her tits look like that to fuck with us.” A flush echoed from inside the stall, and the
door swung open to reveal a slender, bald-headed man, dressed in a powder blue tuxedo and a matching hat. “Fucking magic cows, I tell ya.”
Fergus gave a weak (but genuine) laugh. “I hear you, Ralph.”
“Mm-hm.” Ralphie nodded. “Well, I guess we should get out there.”
“Shouldn’t you wash your hands?”
Ralphie raised an eyebrow at him. “There’s no soap in here, dude.”
Fergus grimaced. “…right.”
Ralphie shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Even if there was, your hands would just get dirty once you touched that pole.”
Fergus groaned again. “Don’t tell me they want the pole! Ah can’t use that damn thang!”
“Careful, you’re accent’s leakin, brother.” Fergus blushed and cleared his throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll try and stay up there while you mingle. Once I get on that pole, the ladies won’t be able to keep their eyes off me!” Ralphie grinned. A prouder whore you never did see.
“Thanks, Ralph. You’re a pal.” Ralphie draped an arm around Fergus’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. Just…try not to talk too much, kay?” Ralphie scoffed. “Don’t know why that bitch has such an issue with your accent.”
Fergus gave him a troubled smile. “I don’t either, brother, I don’t either.”
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Leena Hayaka sat next to her squealing friends, her listless form sinking into the gaudy velvet of the couch.
Mary-Ann the Mandragora sat next to her, excitedly chirping away. “I can’t believe we’re here! I can’t believe I’m in a brothel! I’m gonna find the cutest guy in here and I’m gonna…” She paused, raising a ponderous finger to her lips. “I’m…gonna…” she frowned, before clapping her hands and giving a wide smile. “I’m gonna kiss him! All night!” she chirped, her voice undeservedly cocky. She turned to Leena. “What are you gonna do, Lee-Lee?”
“See if I can, like, get two of these dudes to kiss.” she said, her voice distant and uninterested.
Mary-Ann gasped. “B-but, I’ll be kissing one of them! And, and we only got three guys! There won’t be any left for Jezebel and Nema!” she squealed, pointing excitedly to the Devil and Jinko sitting next to them. The Devil smirked.
“Hey, if it means I get to watch two guys make out, I don’t mind being left out.” Jezebel snickered, the Devil’s tail swirling conspiratorially behind her.
Nema shifted anxiously in her seat. “But-but, you and I are sharing, Jezzy! I-I don’t wanna just watch…” The Jinko whimpered. Jezebel just laughed, dismissing the tiger girl’s concerns with a wave of her hand.
“Like, why are we even here?” Leena demanded, her tone irritated. “Like, Janet’s the one getting married, and she didn’t even come!”
Jezebel snorted. “You know how Unicorns are, not a risqué bone in their bodies. Just because she won’t enjoy herself doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.”
“Well, yeah, but, like-“Leena started.
“Too late! Here are the guys!” Jezebel squealed.
Leena groaned and rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth her mouth to complain…before stopping, awestruck, as she saw him.
There he was, an angel in a brothel, a piece of heaven in a hell hole, a perfect little man, all wrapped up in a flannel suit and little cowboy boots.
The man stood between two other people, fidgeting nervously. He met Leena’s gaze, only to pale as she licked her lips.
“Hello there, ladies!” yelled the man to her angel’s left. He was wearing a gaudy blue suit and an ugly, matching hat. “I heard someone’s getting married! So, which one of you is the lucky lady?” He winked at them, causing an eruption of squeals around Leena.
Scumbag.
“Like, she’s in the lady’s room. But, uh, this girl’s looking for some action.” Leena said, gesturing to a giddy Mary-Ann.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I like action! Yes!”
Gods.
The fashion disaster laughed. “Well, alright then. Anything I can do for you, little lady?”
“Yes! Yes! Kiss!”
GODS.
Blue man shot an amused look to his friends. “Well, all righty. That’s pretty easy.” He looked at the flannel angel. “Fergus, think you can-“
“She wants you!” Leena interrupted. Blue dude gave her a confused look.
“She….does?” he frowned.
“Yes! Yes!”
….Gods….
The blue man chuckled, awkwardly. “Uh, okay. Well, while I help this lovely lady-“Mary-Ann’s squeal was only one decibel away from paralyzing. “-heh, what do you other pretty girls want?”
Jezebel grinned at the nervous angel. Pointing at him, she spoke. “Ooooh…I want that one-“
Suddenly, a firm, fluffy tail gripped her wrist, pointing it towards the last man, a muscled, tanned man wearing nothing but a speedo. Jezebel gave her a confused look, only to recoil in fear from her scathing gaze.
“Um…I-I meant that one.” she said, laughing nervously.
“Pleasure to meet you, my name is Quint-“Mister Tan started.
“Oh!” Leena cried. “Why, I suppose that leaves me and this handsome man!” She cried with fake shock, eyeing Little Mister Flannel hungrily.
“Um-um-um….hello, m-ma-ma’am…” he whimpered. Oh Gods, she was going to DEVOUR him.
She walked briskly over to him, shackling his hand in hers. She turned to the man in the blue suit, who was currently trapped in Mary-Ann’s lip lock. “You got private rooms in this dump?”
He glared at her, pulling himself away from the mewling plant girl. “Yes, ma’am, we do. However, you have to pay extra for them, and I don’t-“
“Charge the Hayaka household for it. Come with me, sweet thing.” she said, dragging the frightened angel away with her.
“Go easy on him-“The blue man started, before Mary-Ann pulled him abruptly back into their embrace.
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The fox girl was sprawled out on the bed, her clothes thrown into a heap on the floor. She eyed Fergus with a predatory grin. Fergus stood in front of her, staring at the ceiling and twiddling his thumbs.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Love Bug. Like, I’d hate to have to tell your boss that you can’t do your job right.” It was definitely a threat, but her smile seemed more playful than malicious.
“R-right.” Fergus fidgeted, slowly unbuttoning his suit.
“That’s right….nice and slowww….” The woman purred. Fergus did his best to ignore her, slipping out of his jacket and pants. He deposited them unceremoniously onto the floor, before beginning to pull down on his underwear.
“Stop.” She commanded. Fergus yelped, dropping his arms down to his sides. “I wanna take those off.” She said, tilting her head towards his undies. “C’mere.”
Fergus swallowed roughly, before walking over to the bed. She sat up on her knees, and grabbed the elastic of his underwear. Then, without warning, she bit into his underwear and yanked her head back, tearing the garments off completely.
“H-hey!” he complained.
“Oh relax, I’ll buy you as many pairs of underwear as you want.” She retorted, before grabbing his arm and flipping him onto the bed.
“Wh-whatcha mean? Ya-ya gonna see me more or somthin?” he whimpered.
She shuddered. “Oh Gods, just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter, you open your mouth and that comes out.” She squealed, her first of the night. Fergus just blushed. “Yes, honey bunny, I’m gonna see you more. A. Lot. More.” She whispered into his ears.
“Wh-why?”
She smiled, before grabbing his nipple and playing with it, causing him to moan pitifully.
“I like you. A lot.” She frowned. “Not sure why…but I do! So I’m gonna stick around you and see if I feel like taking it somewhere, angel.”
“H-Hell no!” He snapped, surprising her. “I’m not some piece of meat-“ He started, before he caught himself. She smirked at him, clearly amused. “W-w-well….either way, ya can’t just leech offa me like sum kinda…” she brought her lips to his, silencing him with a kiss.
“I know.” she smiled, gentle and genuine. “I didn’t meant it like that.” she sighed. “Look, you don’t like being here, right?” He nodded. “Well, why don’t you live with me? You can get out of here, and I can sort out what I feel about you. Not a bad deal, right?”
Fergus stared at her, dumbfounded. “Just….just like that?”
The girl nodded, a nonchalant smile on her face. “Sure!” She tapped her nose. “I got a good nose for humans, and you’re a winner.”
Fergus fidgeted. “Would…we be like…married?”
She smiled. “Married, huh? That sounds nice.” He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. “Ugh, fine! We’ll get married when YOU’RE ready.”
He scowled at her. “If I’m EVER ready.”
“Whatever you gotta tell yourself.” She pouted looking around the room. “This place sucks. How about we go back to my house?”
“You rip ma underwear off, then ya blue ball me?” he snapped.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby! It’s just for a little bit, and I’ll really give it to you when we get home.” she snickered.
He turned crimson, rage and embarrassment mixing together on his face. “…Fine.”
“Good!” She hopped off the bed, scooping her clothes off the floor. “Slip that cute little suit back on and let’s go!”
“It’s not min-“
“I’ll pay for it, I’ll pay for it.” she said, waving him off. “Oh, and keep talking in that accent, it’s sexy.” she winked at him.
He grunted, then continued to dress in silence.
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“Fergus.”
“Hm?”
“Name’s Fergus, Fergus Mickon.”
“Oh, right. My name’s Leena Hayaka.” She smiled. “Pleased to meetcha!”
“…Yeah…”
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….
“Leena…Mickon….”
“Oh, shaddup!”
Come on, come on, you can do it.
Fergus Mickon stood in front of a cracked mirror, atop a cracked sink, inside a deteriorating brothel bathroom. He splashed the water on his face, the icy liquid cooling his frantic mind. This clubs just for girls, no men or anything like that. Just a bunch of pretty ladies, and you get paid to do whatever they want! That’s every man’s dream, right!?
He brought his head to the sink, banging into it and adding an extra chip. Why him? Why did he have to demean himself like this? And then he groaned. He knew perfectly well why he had to do this.
One single Girtablilu in the gold mines, and the Danuki seized control of his operation in a heartbeat. Some hogwash about “Encroaching on mamono land.” What horse shit! That hadn’t stopped the Danuki from mining gold herself once she had kicked Fergus off the land!
He whimpered pitifully. Those raccoon ladies…they got husbands by putting them in debt, right? Well, if they get their eyes on a working man with no need to borrow money, they just up and ruin his boss so the workers need the ring-tails for money! He groaned again. He hoped that she was at least treating Paul well.
“Fergus!” A hoarse voice snapped him of out of his silent tirade. He turned towards its origin, a wrinkled and sagging Holstaur standing in the bathroom doorway.
Miss Daisy.
“Yer up, beefcake.” she croaked, her face contorted in a cruel smirk.
“Y-yes’m.” he whimpered.
“What was that!?” she sneered.
“Ah-Ah mean…” he cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am.”
She snorted. “That’s better. Got a bachelorette party with your name on it at table six. Ralphie and Quinton are working with ya.” She checked her makeup idly in the mirror. “I’m leaving, got a date with my hubby. I hear about any trouble while I’m gone, and you’re hairy ass is hitting the curb, got it?” She cast an agitated gaze his way.
Fergus swallowed the lump climbing up his esophagus. “Y-yes ma’am.”
She cackled and marched through the door, her breasts swinging like pendulums.
Fergus sighed to himself. “That’s one lucky hubby.” he grumbled.
“I’ve actually seen her with him before, at a restaurant.” A voice from inside a stall surprised Fergus. “Her chest looked completely fine. I think she just makes her tits look like that to fuck with us.” A flush echoed from inside the stall, and the
door swung open to reveal a slender, bald-headed man, dressed in a powder blue tuxedo and a matching hat. “Fucking magic cows, I tell ya.”
Fergus gave a weak (but genuine) laugh. “I hear you, Ralph.”
“Mm-hm.” Ralphie nodded. “Well, I guess we should get out there.”
“Shouldn’t you wash your hands?”
Ralphie raised an eyebrow at him. “There’s no soap in here, dude.”
Fergus grimaced. “…right.”
Ralphie shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Even if there was, your hands would just get dirty once you touched that pole.”
Fergus groaned again. “Don’t tell me they want the pole! Ah can’t use that damn thang!”
“Careful, you’re accent’s leakin, brother.” Fergus blushed and cleared his throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll try and stay up there while you mingle. Once I get on that pole, the ladies won’t be able to keep their eyes off me!” Ralphie grinned. A prouder whore you never did see.
“Thanks, Ralph. You’re a pal.” Ralphie draped an arm around Fergus’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. Just…try not to talk too much, kay?” Ralphie scoffed. “Don’t know why that bitch has such an issue with your accent.”
Fergus gave him a troubled smile. “I don’t either, brother, I don’t either.”
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Leena Hayaka sat next to her squealing friends, her listless form sinking into the gaudy velvet of the couch.
Mary-Ann the Mandragora sat next to her, excitedly chirping away. “I can’t believe we’re here! I can’t believe I’m in a brothel! I’m gonna find the cutest guy in here and I’m gonna…” She paused, raising a ponderous finger to her lips. “I’m…gonna…” she frowned, before clapping her hands and giving a wide smile. “I’m gonna kiss him! All night!” she chirped, her voice undeservedly cocky. She turned to Leena. “What are you gonna do, Lee-Lee?”
“See if I can, like, get two of these dudes to kiss.” she said, her voice distant and uninterested.
Mary-Ann gasped. “B-but, I’ll be kissing one of them! And, and we only got three guys! There won’t be any left for Jezebel and Nema!” she squealed, pointing excitedly to the Devil and Jinko sitting next to them. The Devil smirked.
“Hey, if it means I get to watch two guys make out, I don’t mind being left out.” Jezebel snickered, the Devil’s tail swirling conspiratorially behind her.
Nema shifted anxiously in her seat. “But-but, you and I are sharing, Jezzy! I-I don’t wanna just watch…” The Jinko whimpered. Jezebel just laughed, dismissing the tiger girl’s concerns with a wave of her hand.
“Like, why are we even here?” Leena demanded, her tone irritated. “Like, Janet’s the one getting married, and she didn’t even come!”
Jezebel snorted. “You know how Unicorns are, not a risqué bone in their bodies. Just because she won’t enjoy herself doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.”
“Well, yeah, but, like-“Leena started.
“Too late! Here are the guys!” Jezebel squealed.
Leena groaned and rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth her mouth to complain…before stopping, awestruck, as she saw him.
There he was, an angel in a brothel, a piece of heaven in a hell hole, a perfect little man, all wrapped up in a flannel suit and little cowboy boots.
The man stood between two other people, fidgeting nervously. He met Leena’s gaze, only to pale as she licked her lips.
“Hello there, ladies!” yelled the man to her angel’s left. He was wearing a gaudy blue suit and an ugly, matching hat. “I heard someone’s getting married! So, which one of you is the lucky lady?” He winked at them, causing an eruption of squeals around Leena.
Scumbag.
“Like, she’s in the lady’s room. But, uh, this girl’s looking for some action.” Leena said, gesturing to a giddy Mary-Ann.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I like action! Yes!”
Gods.
The fashion disaster laughed. “Well, alright then. Anything I can do for you, little lady?”
“Yes! Yes! Kiss!”
GODS.
Blue man shot an amused look to his friends. “Well, all righty. That’s pretty easy.” He looked at the flannel angel. “Fergus, think you can-“
“She wants you!” Leena interrupted. Blue dude gave her a confused look.
“She….does?” he frowned.
“Yes! Yes!”
….Gods….
The blue man chuckled, awkwardly. “Uh, okay. Well, while I help this lovely lady-“Mary-Ann’s squeal was only one decibel away from paralyzing. “-heh, what do you other pretty girls want?”
Jezebel grinned at the nervous angel. Pointing at him, she spoke. “Ooooh…I want that one-“
Suddenly, a firm, fluffy tail gripped her wrist, pointing it towards the last man, a muscled, tanned man wearing nothing but a speedo. Jezebel gave her a confused look, only to recoil in fear from her scathing gaze.
“Um…I-I meant that one.” she said, laughing nervously.
“Pleasure to meet you, my name is Quint-“Mister Tan started.
“Oh!” Leena cried. “Why, I suppose that leaves me and this handsome man!” She cried with fake shock, eyeing Little Mister Flannel hungrily.
“Um-um-um….hello, m-ma-ma’am…” he whimpered. Oh Gods, she was going to DEVOUR him.
She walked briskly over to him, shackling his hand in hers. She turned to the man in the blue suit, who was currently trapped in Mary-Ann’s lip lock. “You got private rooms in this dump?”
He glared at her, pulling himself away from the mewling plant girl. “Yes, ma’am, we do. However, you have to pay extra for them, and I don’t-“
“Charge the Hayaka household for it. Come with me, sweet thing.” she said, dragging the frightened angel away with her.
“Go easy on him-“The blue man started, before Mary-Ann pulled him abruptly back into their embrace.
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The fox girl was sprawled out on the bed, her clothes thrown into a heap on the floor. She eyed Fergus with a predatory grin. Fergus stood in front of her, staring at the ceiling and twiddling his thumbs.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Love Bug. Like, I’d hate to have to tell your boss that you can’t do your job right.” It was definitely a threat, but her smile seemed more playful than malicious.
“R-right.” Fergus fidgeted, slowly unbuttoning his suit.
“That’s right….nice and slowww….” The woman purred. Fergus did his best to ignore her, slipping out of his jacket and pants. He deposited them unceremoniously onto the floor, before beginning to pull down on his underwear.
“Stop.” She commanded. Fergus yelped, dropping his arms down to his sides. “I wanna take those off.” She said, tilting her head towards his undies. “C’mere.”
Fergus swallowed roughly, before walking over to the bed. She sat up on her knees, and grabbed the elastic of his underwear. Then, without warning, she bit into his underwear and yanked her head back, tearing the garments off completely.
“H-hey!” he complained.
“Oh relax, I’ll buy you as many pairs of underwear as you want.” She retorted, before grabbing his arm and flipping him onto the bed.
“Wh-whatcha mean? Ya-ya gonna see me more or somthin?” he whimpered.
She shuddered. “Oh Gods, just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter, you open your mouth and that comes out.” She squealed, her first of the night. Fergus just blushed. “Yes, honey bunny, I’m gonna see you more. A. Lot. More.” She whispered into his ears.
“Wh-why?”
She smiled, before grabbing his nipple and playing with it, causing him to moan pitifully.
“I like you. A lot.” She frowned. “Not sure why…but I do! So I’m gonna stick around you and see if I feel like taking it somewhere, angel.”
“H-Hell no!” He snapped, surprising her. “I’m not some piece of meat-“ He started, before he caught himself. She smirked at him, clearly amused. “W-w-well….either way, ya can’t just leech offa me like sum kinda…” she brought her lips to his, silencing him with a kiss.
“I know.” she smiled, gentle and genuine. “I didn’t meant it like that.” she sighed. “Look, you don’t like being here, right?” He nodded. “Well, why don’t you live with me? You can get out of here, and I can sort out what I feel about you. Not a bad deal, right?”
Fergus stared at her, dumbfounded. “Just….just like that?”
The girl nodded, a nonchalant smile on her face. “Sure!” She tapped her nose. “I got a good nose for humans, and you’re a winner.”
Fergus fidgeted. “Would…we be like…married?”
She smiled. “Married, huh? That sounds nice.” He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. “Ugh, fine! We’ll get married when YOU’RE ready.”
He scowled at her. “If I’m EVER ready.”
“Whatever you gotta tell yourself.” She pouted looking around the room. “This place sucks. How about we go back to my house?”
“You rip ma underwear off, then ya blue ball me?” he snapped.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby! It’s just for a little bit, and I’ll really give it to you when we get home.” she snickered.
He turned crimson, rage and embarrassment mixing together on his face. “…Fine.”
“Good!” She hopped off the bed, scooping her clothes off the floor. “Slip that cute little suit back on and let’s go!”
“It’s not min-“
“I’ll pay for it, I’ll pay for it.” she said, waving him off. “Oh, and keep talking in that accent, it’s sexy.” she winked at him.
He grunted, then continued to dress in silence.
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“Fergus.”
“Hm?”
“Name’s Fergus, Fergus Mickon.”
“Oh, right. My name’s Leena Hayaka.” She smiled. “Pleased to meetcha!”
“…Yeah…”
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….
“Leena…Mickon….”
“Oh, shaddup!”
