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>OP art by artwizard
>mfw Ra'al2

“Crash dive!” You wrench the controls hard, forcing the thrust vectoring up and the nose down. Karin, it seems, has quite forgotten the question she'd just dropped on you. Instead now just screaming a slurry of quasi-obscenities as the jetbike careens toward the earth.

“Pulllll uuupppp!!!!” Her nails dig into your chest as she clings on.

At the last possible moment, with expert hands, you rip the bike out of the dive and level off. The trees whipping by some twenty feet beneath you now.

“I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!”

“Hey, hey! Easy now!” You duck down to keep your head away from her fists that are busily pounding your back. “Did you say something a minute ago?”

“I don't even know!”

Just as planned.

“You're an asshole.”

“This is not news to me.” You smirk, knowing she can't see it, “Besides, we're here anyways.”

You set the jetbike down in a parking lot mostly full of rusted out cars that haven't moved since the event. They serve as an eerie reminder that although you're here today, many were not as fortunate as your parents. There's still no set figure on exactly how many perished that day, but most estimates place it somewhere around seventy five percent of mankind.

Awwwww yeah Gen A.

Karin accepts your help off of the jetbike with a glare, her legs wobbling beneath her, shaky from the adrenaline most likely. You're not too concerned, she'll forget about it in no time.

The Doherty hotel is exactly how you remembered it. A faded brick exterior, reminiscent of a bygone era that seems so far in the past now. A neon green sign that just reads “Doh” while the letter y just flickers periodically. Bullet holes chipped out of the wall near the entrance, the only evidence that remains of a rather vicious gang war.

“See, beautiful. What did I tell ya?”

“I don't know, I forgot during all the screaming while my life was flashing before my eyes. Now come on, you owe me a good meal.” Your Minotauros/Echidna snags you by the arm and starts to lead you on inside.

Much to your relief, the food inside does exactly what you'd hoped. Karin soon forgets about your spirited flying antics in favor of almost drooling over the plates set in front of her.

“Wow... You weren't kidding...”

“Well their chef had a good teacher.”

“Eh?” Karin glances up, her fork pausing in front of her mouth.

“My mom usually charges for cooking lessons.”

After a hearty meal; too much dessert, and a lot more liquor than you'd originally intended to imbibe, the rest of the night goes swimmingly. Right up to the point where Karin, with a panicked squeak, pokes her head out of the woman's locker room and hisses for you to get over there.

“Yo. In the locker room, eh? Well as I'm a gentleman, I'm not about to turn down that offe...”

“Would you shut up and listen to me!? I uh... Changed.”

“Well yeah, isn't that kind of the point of a locker room?”

“I changed forms, you iceblock head!” To demonstrate her point, Karin flashes the end of her long snake tail in the cracked doorway.

“...Annndd?”

“This swimsuit doesn't fit that part anymore!”

Glancing left and right, you see that there's no one else around. It's gotten a bit late, after all, so many patrons have either gone to bed or cemented themselves to a seat in the bar. Literally; it seems, for a mudgirl, much to the distress of the barkeep.

Seeing that the coast is clear, you push open the door a bit more and poke your head inside.

“I-idiot!” Karin shies away, covering herself quickly with her hands as her face becomes even more flush.

“Ahh, I see.” You nod and scratch your chin as though you're looking over an engine problem, “So the top fits, but not the bottom?”

“Well what did you think I meant?!”

yesssss

sweet Generation A. Been way too long since I saw a thread

“Don't worry,” You give her a smile and thumbs-up, “I've got a solution, just wait here for a few minutes.”

Though you have to sprint through the quiet hallways, sliding around the corners as you turn the carpets to ice, you make it just in time. The secret entrance, hidden behind a painting of a stag and placed between two out-of-the-way bathrooms, only allows entrance at every quarter of the hour. If you miss the fifteen second window, you have to wait for the next opportunity.

You wait and watch diligently, until, with a barely audible click, the stag's eye shifts direction.

“Purple gang.” You repeat the words you'd learned a few years back.

After a moment of silence, another click.

A quick glance around confirms you're completely alone, and wasting no time, you pull the painting aside. The hole in the wall is jagged and quite narrow. Rusted rebar cut off between the cinderblock wall threatens to cut into the toes of those less weary.

Inside is as dingy, dim, and delicious as you recall. The narrow walls are lined with all manor of devious device, diabolical dilator, and dragon dildo...

“Well well well, if it isn't the iceman himself. The usual, I presume?” A slender, gaunt vampire behind a charred wooden counter grins as he reaches to his left.

“No, sorry. None of the fun stuff today, just this.” You hold up the item you'd pulled from a nearby rack.

“Hmm... Rather boring, for you.” The vampire frowns and retracts his pale arm.

“Yeah well I'm settling down, got myself just one steady girl now.”

“You? One girl?” The vampire shakes his head and covers his mouth, “I think I'm going to be sick.”

“Yeah yeah, just ring me up. Wait... How much for that gag ball?”

Yes, a Generation A thread. Good times will be had!

>>20387400
You mean they aren't being had already?

After leaving the secretive shop behind with perhaps your smallest and for sure tamest purchase ever, you head back for the locker room. This time without sprinting, making sure to keep the small bag concealed as best you can behind your arm.

You barely knock once before Karin cracks the door once again, scowling as she notices first your evil grin that you failed to hide, and second the package that you now waggle in front of you.

“I don't like the way you're smiling...”

“Anyone else in there?”

“No. I mean, why?”

Excellent.

Forcing yourself through the door, despite the hushed and frantic protests, you close it behind you and lean into it. Karin, with an audible *gulp*, slithers back from you, the fear apparent on her face as you slowly open the package.

“E-Erik...” She stammers as you slowly approach, reaching inside the bag, “I-I don't know w-what you're thinking but now is not the time...”

With an agonizingly slow speed; you draw the contents of the bag out, reveling in those wide, terrified eyes. Sometimes you're a beast, taking the utmost pleasure in toying with your prey before you pounce. At last, you reveal what's in your hand.

“Is that...?” Karin squints, until her eyes fly open in realization, “You are not going to...!”

The door barely makes a sound as you lock it from the inside, but enough of a noise that Karin starts slightly.

“Rellaaaaxxxx...” You coo, drawing the word out as a thin smile spreads over your cut features, “Just relllaaaaxxxxx...”

“Erik, wait! H-hold on! N-no!”

“Ahh, my hands are moving on their own!”

“W-wait! D-don't! Not so suddenly...Ah?! Stop! Stop! Y-you can't! Not here!”

“It will all be over in a few seconds here, and your resistance only makes IT harder.”

“Which i-it?! Wwwhere are you touching!? Wah?! Not that!”

You don't stop. Can't stop.

“N-n-no more! If you... I can't... I... I'll.......!!!”

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>mfw new Gen A thread

Finished at last, you step back and fold your arms to admire your handy work. Karin is slouched over, breathing hard and visibly sweating from the struggle she put up. You'd barely been able to contend with her tail, but you'd managed somehow.

With one hand she covers her groin, while her other arm is wrapped around her chest. You can see her glare from behind her now-messy hair as she glares at you, lips slightly parted.

“Aww come on, it's sexy.” You grin and pull her arms apart so you can see, “Just like I thought, orange is a good color for you.”

Regular bikini bottoms are an impossibility for a lamia species, regardless of which kind. For that reason, there are a few specialty companies that perfected side or back tie bottoms. It just so happens that the ones you selected are rather... Stringy.

“I'm so embarrassed I could just die.”

“Don't worry, we'll have the pool area to ourselves anyways.” You wave off her concerns as you take her by the hand and lead her on out of the locker room and toward the smell of chlorine.

Tonight is going to be a good night...

***

[ ] Comrade werebear's bloodbath

[ ] An Incubus amongst tails

>>20387523
[ ] An Incubus amongst tails

>>20387523
[x] An Incubus amongst tails

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>>20387523
>[ ] Comrade werebear's bloodbath
>[ ] An Incubus amongst tails
YOU DEVIOUS ASSHOLE WHY DO WE HAVE TO CHOOSE!?

I'll go with
>[x] Comrade werebear's bloodbath
because our bat is too damn cute.

>>20387523
touch fluffy tail

>>20387523
[x] An Incubus amongst tails
How can I not choose this one.

A tough choice, but I'll go for
[x] Comrade werebear's bloodbath

[ ] Comrade werebear's bloodbath

For maximum d'aw.

Either ptsd or adorable.
[x] Comrade werebear's bloodbath

“Are you sure it's a good idea to just let them leave?” Tomoe scowls as she watches the jetbike disappear into the horizon.

You watch only for a moment, before shrugging and turning toward Ivan. The large wearbear polishes off the last of the berries in his hand before standing up and stretching out. You can't exactly blame him for looking tired, the fatigue of the day is starting to hit you as well.

“What have you got planned?”

Ivan looks back toward you, opens his mouth, closes it, and frowns.

“Urr... I've got to go make, uh, dinner...”

You know that look all too well. Though you've been crashing at Ivan's place, you'll let him have it to himself tonight. You're not the kind of seductive demon to intrude on a friend when he's got a good thing going on, you've probably been enough of a burden already.

“Right. I figure I'll maybe head home, then.”

The big werebear looks surprised at those words, but offers a smile and friendly clap on the shoulder.

“...Unless we need to do... Something...” You glance over at Tomoe, who's ears perk up slightly as her tails sway in the wind.

“You mean find my parents? No, not today, I don't have the energy to deal with them. So uhh, if you don't mind...” She looks up sheepishly, toying with a strand of her long black hair.

“My place? You're welcome, but you probably won't find it all that welcoming.”

>[x]Comrade werebear bloodbath
definitely this.
>>20387601
nice pic dude

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>>20387744
I has the sads that the comic is only two chapters.
>Möbius tsaiders
Joke's on captcha, I got an "ö" on my keyboard.

>>20387744
Ugh, shitty connection hurts.

The kitsune looks like she's about to say something until Ivan shakes his head. He didn't think you saw any of that, but be it a blessing or a curse, as an Incubus you're alarmingly perceptive.

Erik's parents busy themselves fretting over the plane while Amber sneaks away with what appears to be Erik's mom's purse. Nadine simply stares sadly down at her mostly-melted popsicle, or pretends to, you know she keeps stealing a glance at you. Ivan boisterously heads for a truck to make his way home.

“Uh... Are we walking?” Tomoe looks left and right as you simply continue to stand there.

“It's not that far, so we could, but this will be a bit faster. C'mere.” You extend out a hand, which the kitsune doesn't take. Instead just eying you cautiously.

Letting out a long sigh, you tighten down your hat and pull off your coat. Tomoe gasps and blinks rapidly.

“You have a...”

“Tail, yes.”

The kitsune tilts her head as she examines your long, black and forked tail. You don't have an ounce of control over the damned thing unless you're... Aroused... So right now it swishes side to side anxiously.

“So if we're not walking then...”

Tomoe's jaw visibly drops.

Probably due to the large black wings extending out of your back. They grow quite rapidly now, or maybe it just seems that way now. You haven't used them in what, a year? The wings only stop when they extend a good ten feet out or so, and you fold them in once they finish.

“You have WINGS?!”

>>20387925
>Tail
>Amongst tails
Includes ours I guess.

“It's not exactly something I like to brag about...”

“Wha? Why the hell not? I thought you just had some boring horns this whole time.” Tomoe folds her arms as she raises an eyebrow.

“Think about it. What is a succubus? What do they symbolize?”

The kitsune scowls at your question, looking toward the treeline as she taps her index finger on her arm in thought. Finally she looks back toward you, “A sexual being? Sexuality incarnate, right?” Tomoe blushes a bit as she says those words.

“Close enough. So why does almost everyone like a succubus?”

“Because they're uh... Pretty?”

“Sort of. Because they're provocative, desirable. Men love a succubus because she's that flirty, teasing girl that knows what she's got and enjoys that fact. Most succubi won't pursue a taken man, they aren't as much fun to chase and they don't like the hassle of a woman scorned. Women like them because they make for an energetic and quite loyal friend. So turn it around, what is an Incubus?”

“The same thing only male?”

“Basically. So does everyone like an Incubus?”

Tomoe frowns and shakes her head, “I don't know?”

“We're essentially the same as a succubus, more or less. Most of the same abilities and the like. The difference is, no one really likes an Incubus.”

>incubus with a kitsune and no shit is flipped
Papa-N what magic is this

>break month-long studytime isolation
>come back to civilization
>Gen-A
Papa-N I love you

>>20388103
Papa-N's special magic, I'm sure.

>>20388148
So you missed the HLQ Olympics start, then? That is a shame. I'd link it, but I can't be arsed to get the link while on my phone.

>>20388151

sooooo... Papa-N brand Cyber cocaine?

“Eh? Why? We don't really have any in my home country, but I just assumed that was because they didn't like the climate or something...”

“Think about it. What are we to men? Something entirely capable of stealing away their woman, which unfortunately, many of my kind have zero qualms about doing. We're untrustworthy in most eyes, women included. When a succubus leaves in the middle of the night, men don't really care, it's almost expected sometimes. Women tend to hold a grudge over that kind of thing, though.”

Tomoe frowns and hugs herself tighter, and despite the conversation you can't help but notice that it pushes up her breasts a bit. You've always had the suspicion that your natural perceptiveness is more geared to picking up on that sort of thing.

“...I don't get it. Where are you going with this? Are you saying you're a dirty cheater or something?”

You sigh and tighten down your broad hat.

“I'm saying that I try to hide what I am, hence the hat and the coat. It makes life a lot easier when you aren't living under the kind of stereotypes attributed to my race.”

“But Erik and...”

“Have been my friends for a long time, and we met on the battlefield. We weren't always friends, either, I was the first Incubi those two had ever met and they shared in the suspicions of the other soldiers. They thought while they were out fighting, we were all back in the towns ravishing their women.”

>>20388175
I'm halfway through HLQ, so I'm going to read it when I'll have finished it. Thank you anyway bro.

“But you're the savior of Toulon! You're a war hero, right?” She takes a step forward, placing her hands on her hips now as though interrogating you.

“And that does make everything a bit better, earns me some respect, but I still don't like to show off what I am if I don't have to. I'm not a reckless womanizer like a lot of Incubi, because I know what that leaves behind.”

Tomoe puts her fist to her lips and continues to frown, “Stereotypes... My parents didn't seem against this whole thing, though...”

“Have they ever met an Incubus before me? Have you?”

“Well... No...”

“So they probably only knew as much as you did. Now do you want a ride or to walk through some swamp?” You extend out a hand, which Tomoe takes after hesitating for several long moments.

“So why tell... ah?!” She gasps in surprise as you pull her into a tight hold, “Me?!” She squeaks out the last word as you kick off the ground and into the sky, wings flapping hard to gain altitude.

[ ] Because I can trust you

[ ] Because you're a friend

[ ] No reason, really

[ ] >other?

Damn you're early. Thought about posting that second Ra'al pic on the next HLQ thread, but you seem to have already found it.

Also, what would you say if were to try and join in on the Valves Saxxy competition, "Best original universe" category with Z&W animation?

I'm not 100% sure I can manage it in 2 months, but it would be fun to try if ya give your approval.

>>20388246
[ ] No reason, really

>>20388246
[X] Because I can trust you, and if we are really going to end up married that is sort of necessary.

rolled 11 = 11

>believable incubus pathos
I
what
Not voting because
Wait a minute. It's a Papa-N thread. Let's see if I've still got it.
>No reason, really.

>>20388250
Do.. Do you need any money? Like all of mine?

>>20388266
guess not. At least it takes you back to the thread now.

[ ] Because I can trust you, you've fought alongside me, and this is the shit you'll need to know if you're gonna get married to me.

>>20388246
[X] Because I can trust you

>>20388246

[] No reason really

The tsun choice.

>>20388246
[ ] Because I can trust you
We sappy now.

>>20388246
>[x] Sappy trust/growing love/respect dialog I have no ability to write out.
But I guess she would respond well to
>[x] Because I can trust you
Honorable bitches loves to be trusted.

>>20388250
I bookmarked the page and check on it periodically. They make for some great desktops, especially on my mobile. Might even get one printed on a mousepad if you're cool with that. Hadn't heard of the Saxxy competition before, but you're more than welcome to use Z&W and I'd love to see an animation. I don't know how much of a help I could be since I know nothing about animation, but I'll try in any way I can. Can get a hold of me on twitter on non-quest days, usually check it after work.

>>20388246
[x] Because I can trust you
Trust is the most expensive someone has, its also something that is earned and you've earned it.

Look into eyes.
"Why shouldn't I tell you?"

>>20388332
>expensive thing*
I knew I'd fuck something up.

>[x] Because I can trust you
cavities-inducing.

>>20388250
...I'm not catching this guy's drift.

>>20388246
Probably too late, but
>[ ] Because I can trust you

>>20388246

[ ] Because I can trust you

she came for an honorable duel and not much else, but she has tagged along for some time and helped us out tremendously.

>>20388330
>give bookmark!
>please?

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>>20388376
http://sta.sh/21buz8m6ndcg

using this as my desktop background now

>>20388405

>much appreciated
>the site picture on my open tab looks like an avatar i edited together for myself years ago...
>what?

i still use that picture on an account somewhere too.

>>20388282
...That's the first time anyone has ever written that to me. But no, I don't think so. I think I'll be able to get myself a mocap rig with 2 kinects and some creative madness. Should make animating the whole thing that much easier and even possible with this timeline.
>>20388330
I uncopyright everything I do, so you can do whatever you want with them. Mousepads, lingerie, posters are all fine by me.
>>20388361
Just your friendly neighborhood hobbyist crashing the party with talk about pictures and moving pictures.

>>20388497
why u wanna crush us party u mean hooddie hobbyts

>>20388497
>lingerie
>this pattern
huehuehue

As you level off, your wings slow and the flight becomes rather smooth and almost completely silent. You look over at the beginnings of the sunset, violet sky blossoming on the horizon.

“Because I can trust you.”

Tomoe flinches in your arms, which despite all of your best efforts, are doing a very good job in conveying just how pleasantly soft her body is. Just one of many things you are now all too aware of.

“A-ah...” She says after a moment, “That's um...”

“Flustered?”

“I-I am not!” Tomoe's ears, which had been beginning to droop down, now spring back up at attention, “Honestly...” She sighs, “It was just a nice thing for you to say... Hmugh?!”

Without her noticing; you'd slipped out on of your arms, brought it up, and placed it on her head, between her ears. Her hair is soft, silky to the touch and it almost feels as good to your fingers as her tails. Before you even realize it, you're running your hand across her hair, even sliding one of her ears between two fingers.

“Nnnggg... Mmmmmm....” Tomoe's body tenses and you think you can almost feel her heartbeat through her back, “D-don't... Don't pet me...”

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>>20388659
suppose I actually have to select the picture for it to post, though

>>20388659
You heard the lady. Don't be a demon-hands. Definitely not when she's a captive audience.

rolled 16 = 16

>>20388695
FORGOT MAH ROLL

>>20388659
>“D-don't... Don't pet me...”
Pet her, damn you! We need all the petting!

You continue to do exactly that, while she tenses up more and more, her ears flat against her head now until...

“Ghaaahhh!!!” The kitsune flails wildly, pulling your hand off of her head and squirming so much you have to tighten your hold with your other arm, “Gyah?!”

“Quit struggling or you'll fall!”

“I-I said stop petting me!” Tomoe sees your arm moving back toward her and snaps at it, grazing it with her fangs and forcing you to bid a hasty retreat, “Geeze! You're a bad listener!”

“Alright, alright! I give! Guess you really don't like to be petted.”

“It's not that I d...Err... Blah! Just get to wherever we're going already, idiot!”

It takes everything you've got to hold back the laughter, especially when you catch a glimpse of just how red her cheeks have gotten. She really is cute... Oh... You're a bit shocked by your own inner realization.

Even in the dim light, the place you're headed toward isn't difficult to spot. Capped by tall, black and spindly pipes, it looks more an evil mansion than a home of any kind. The dark gray brick exterior is more dilapidated than the last time you were here, and the roof seems to be missing over half its shingles now. Most of the windows are boarded up, and those that aren't are either cracked or outright shattered.

“Oh...” Tomoe says quietly before she can stop herself.

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>>20388781

rolled 4 = 4

>>20388659
>Ease off

You land as lightly as you can, and manage to do alright for being so rusty. Though really it's kind of like riding a bike, you just never forget how. The long black wings on your back begin to shrink back down into you as you approach the imposing iron door.

“This is...”

“Home sweet home.” You turn the knob and push the door open. It takes a bit of force, the hinges so rusted they don't want to move. Every inch is a struggle defined by a shrill screech of metal on metal.

Inside is hardly any better.

“Watch your step.” You warn her as you move inside, pointing out a hole right through the wooden floor. Cobwebs cling to the brim of your hat as you continue on, noticing several mice scattering along the wall.

Tracing the path into the living room is as easy as it is difficult. While you remember it well, said memories are far from pleasant. The darkness of the interior would be difficult if your eyesight wasn't so good. Tomoe doesn't appear to have any problems, either, but seems to stick a little closer to you than she might normally.

Eventually you wind up inside the expansive living room. High ceilings that now sag, once plush furniture now covered in dust and chewed up by rodents. As bad as it is now, at least the place is quiet.

“You... Grew up here?”

“Fourteen years.” You nod and start brushing the dust off the couch in the best shape, at least its cushions are still intact. There's no electric, probably no water, either. The fireplace seems well enough intact to work, however.

>>20388937

>mansion
>horrible disrepair

what a shame.

>>20388963
So long as there aren't any… maniacs about.

“Your parents?”

“An incubus and a succubus? That was just a match made in hell. They were both around, but never at the same time, couldn't stand each other. I don't know where they are now, haven't seen them since I joined the army.”

“At fourteen?”

“I lied on my registration.”

Tomoe shifts her feet and rubs at her arm as she continues to avoid looking at you. It must be some kind of culture shock to her, probably used to living in some kind of palace or something.

“Don't worry, you don't need to say anything, I'm well over it. Take a seat, I'll snag some wood from outside.”

After gathering up a significant pile from the old stacks of very dry lumber, you set about filling up the fireplace and seeing about finding some kindling. Until you remember your guest.

“You mind?” You tilt your head at the wood.

It takes her a moment to realize what you mean, but the next second she's ignited the wood with the blue magic fire that seems to be a kitsune specialty. A minute later and the wood is crackling merrily, a stark difference to the room around you.

With nothing much else to do, you settle on the couch and find it more or less as uncomfortable as it appeared. Tomoe takes the cushion next to you, though keeps her eyes on you as if expecting something.

“Hungry?”

“Not really.” She shakes her head.

“Tired?”

“A little, maybe? We slept a lot on the plane...”

Damn, awkward silence, your arch nemesis.

[ ] Touch fluffy tail

[ ] Explore your old home

[ ] Kitsune petting [Fearless Warrior]

[ ] >other?

>>20389070

[ ] Explore your old home

>>20389026

i would not be surprised if there was a squatter hiding somewhere.

there are so many types of critters that love dark abandoned old buildings.

>>20389070

[x] FEARLESS WARRIOR

>>20389070
Give her a hug, use our wings to make an extra blanker for her, cuddle on the couch, respect her boundaries concerning her ears and tails.

>>20389070
>[ ] Explore your old home

See how bad the old place really is...

Or if ghost decided to take up a room.

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>>20389070
[ ] Touch fluffy tail
[ ] Explore your old home
[ ] Kitsune petting [Fearless Warrior]
Everything at the same time!

>>20389070
[x] Kitsune petting [Fearless Warrior]

rolled 14 = 14

[x] Kitsune Petting

>>20389070

[ ] Explore your old home

adventure!

>>20389070
>[ ] Explore your old home
I suppose we should play it safe.

Actually, screw that. It's pettin time.
>[ ] Kitsune petting [Fearless Warrior]

>No [X] touch fluffy tail
/tg/, I am deeply disappoint.

>>20389163
That's already gotten Bill in trouble, we've got a new method to try now.

>>20389249

maybe we could use the petting for when she has done a good job.

keep it special.

Adventure!

>need sleep

good luck gentlemen!

try not to over dose on petting.

Sweet, some new Gen. A!
>[ ] Explore your old home
Followed by
>[ ] Kitsune petting [Fearless Warrior]
We got nothing to lose right?

>>20389070
[x] Pet fluffy home.

>>20389331
Homes aren't suppose to be fluffy...We are not alone.

>>20389352
This home has obviously been neglected long enough to grow fluff.

Several excruciatingly long minutes tick by, the only sound coming from the roaring fire quickly consuming the logs. You'll have to toss more on soon. You know that, but right now that is of such little concern to you that it barely even registers.

Instead, you can't clear your mind of one thing and one thing only.

That kitsune sitting right next to you, so close by that you can see her breathing in the dancing orange light.

“...What?” Tomoe growls as she notices you staring.

Only this time you don't shy away or pretend to be doing something else, you keep your focus.

“What?” She starts to back away, but you lean forward as far as she leans back.

Tomoe's eyes widen as you extend an arm toward her, and her own hand moves down to the sword at her side as she stares at your hand. You don't relent, however, not scared of the blade.

Once more into the fray, you set your hand down on her head.

“...” She just scowls.

You start to move your hand despite that, back and forth, slowly across her hair. Every time you brush against one of her ears it twitches and you change directions, slowly increasing your pace. You don't know if she has any control over the twitching, but it seems to happen every time. Her eyes still follow your arm, her own hand still on the hilt of her sword, but she doesn't do anything else.

“...Why are you doing this?” Tomoe finally asks as you begin to grow a bit more bold, her head moving back and forth with the motion of your hand now.

>>20389376
If it has, it's probably not fluff we shoul touch.

“Do I need a reason? Well, maybe it's because you've become a good friend, then? You actually listen to me pretty well.”

“Mmmph...” Despite her frown, her eyes lose their sharp steel and soften. Both of her ears, straight up and alert just a few moments ago, seem to be growing more relaxed as well.

“What about Erik, Ivan? I'm sure they listen better than I do, and they know you better.” Tomoe closes her eyes as you continue the side to side motion, but opens them again when you stop.

“Erik and Ivan are both great friends, but you probably know that Erik isn't a great listener. At all, really. Which is fine, he wouldn't be Erik if he was, would he?” You chuckle and start to rub her head again, “Now Ivan will sit and listen, but he can't really relate. He's just always so content with everything, he really has a great outlook on life.”

“A great outlook?”

“Not really any other way to describe it. Ivan rolls with the punches, the good and the bad. He can find the best in any situation, always has. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't jealous of how he can do that.”

She doesn't reply as you keep moving, your arm growing a bit fatigued which isn't going to stop you. Instead you start running her ears over with your hand. They fold down as you slide across them, and spring back up as your hand leaves them.

“I still don't get why any of this means you want to pet me...” Tomoe opens her left eye to look at you for a second, before closing it again.

“I'm not entirely sure myself. I guess it's just because you've been such a good girl.” You have to fight back a fit of laughter, what are you even saying right now?

“Hmmm...” Tomoe bites her lip before turning her head away and glancing back at you, “That makes it sound like I'm a dog or something.”

This time you can't stop yourself, and laugh while stopping your hand. “I guess, but that isn't how I meant it. Sorry, I'll stop.”

Tomoe's left ear twitches and she turns her head away even more, glancing back at you and then your arm.

“Mmm...hah... Well I suppose if you must persist, I'll allow it.” She looks back at your face and notices your rather surprised stare, “B-but just for tonight! Got that?”

You stop, blinking a few times. This is not what you'd expected at all. Still...

Your hand starts to move again, and Tomoe even tilts her head forward slightly. Her ears are flat against her hair now, and the hair hanging down blocks most of her face.

“Err... How do you uh... Like it, I guess?”

“Th-that's... It's good like this but I ah... *mumble mumble*...”

“Pardon?”

“Behind the ears... Is good too...”

>>20389651
>…the hair hanging down blocks most of her face.
Plainly, this is a thing that needs fixing.

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>>20389651
>“Mmm...hah... Well I suppose if you must persist, I'll allow it.”

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>>20389668

Without even thinking about it, you bring your other hand up and set it on her head. Tomoe's hand has left her sword and she's leaning on both of them, now sitting cross-legged on the couch facing you. Slowly you start to move behind her ears.

“Is that good?”

“It ahh...” She tilts her head forward until her face meets your chest, where she takes a deep breath and sighs, “I-it isn't bad...”

You realize now that the beat in your ears isn't coming from her, but rather, you. You're not like Erik, not like most Incubi your age. Sure this isn't your first time being alone with a girl, but you've certainly never felt like this before.

Never felt this good.

“Mmmmnnn...” Tomoe makes a soft noise every now and then, or a surprised one if you do something like squeeze her ear a bit. The fire is starting to go out now, and you're unsure exactly how long you've been doing this now, but you just know you don't want to stop.

“Ahh... B-Bill?”

“Err... Yeah?”

“Something... Is something moving by the wall?”

You notice her left ear is perked up, attentive. Though you don't want to look away, you steal a glance and peer into the dim room. Nothing appears off...

“I don't remember having carpet on the walls...”

Tomoe lifts her head from your chest to look for herself, her other ear standing up now.

“Bill... I don't think that's carpet...”

>>20389720
Well fuck.

Stop petting her, get our sword out and prepare to murderize whatever dares interrupt us.

>>20389720
Sounds like it's time to eat carpet

>>20389720
We kill the wall carpet for it has ruined a heartwarming moment.

>>20389720
Aw shit

***

“Sir, a call for you.”

With a thuggish grimace you crane your neck to look back at the hotel worker offering you a cordless phone. The struggling Echidna currently on your lap inside the hot tub finally manages to break away with your concentration broken. Karin quickly moves to the other side of the jaccuzi, panting, her face red.

“I hate you so much.”

“You know you liked it.” You chuckle, splashing a bit of water at her. You'll get back to tickling her as soon as you take care of whatever...

“The phone, sir?”

...This annoying dude wants.

“Bah, tell them I'm busy.”

“He said you'd say that, so I should tell you to go fuck yourself because this is important.”

You chew on the cigar between your teeth, narrowing your eyes at the younger male harpy who neither flinches nor backs off.

“You've got some balls, kid.” You nod, before taking the phone.

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>>20389768
>“He said you'd say that, so I should tell you to go fuck yourself because this is important.”

Haha

“Who is this? I'm busy doing things, call back later.”

“For fucks sake, Erik, you really want to test my patience sometimes.” Rick sighs from the other end.

“I'm not the one calling me knowing full well that I'm doing lewd things to my girlfriend in a hot tub. How did you even know I was here?”

“You what... I don't even... Damn it, Erik, I get paid for knowing things or finding them out. It wasn't hard to find you.”

You narrow your eyes. Surely Rick must have some kind of malicious hidden psychic power, one he's kept well hidden until now. Or maybe he just knows your habits.

“If you're calling about that dullahan strip joint project, I'm no longer interested (that was a lie).” You whisper the last bit and glance at Karin, who doesn't appear to have heard you.

“No, I'm calling about that other thing. An in to the Deadlands, I managed to secure you one. The window is narrow and you'll have to pack light, but you leave tomorrow night or not at all.”

You sit up in the hot tub now.

“You're serious?”

>>20389873
Well shit.

“I'm always serious. Mostly. I'll give you all of the details in the morning, best not to do it over the phone.”

“Worried about a wire tap?”

“No, my wife is glaring at me because I'm keeping her awake. Come by my place in the morning. And I mean morning, Erik. Three pm is not morning.”

Tch, old people...

“You said that out loud, you know. Rest up, you're going to need it.” Rick hangs up on his end, and you hand the phone back to the white feathered harpy.

“Rick?” Karin asks, submerged up to her chin and making it evident she's coiled up defensively. All for naught, which she'll soon find out.

“Yeah. Tomorrow night.” You nod. Despite that information weighing heavily on your mind, you can't let it get to you, not tonight.

After all, it might be your last night of fun with Karin for a while.

Perhaps the last ever...

>>20389873
Whelp better get bill and Ivan ready...

>>20389942
Guess we gotta make the most of this night. Then pack up as much ammo and guns we can.

Going to have to wrap it up here for the night, unfortunately. The girl I've been seeing is apparently over for dinner (sisters invited her over as a surprise... Well she is their friend but I digress) and I'm not quite ready for her to see this...

Yet...

If my schedule actually goes according to schedule, though, I should manage a thread sometime mid-week.

Sorry for the short one, I'll make it up sometime in the future. HLQ continuation of last thread coming up sometime as well.

>>20389989
Well great thread as always Papa, good luck with dinner and all that good stuff.

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>>20389989
>dat writers cock block

>>20389989
Thanks for the thread. Have a good night.

>>20389989
Good job on today's thread and have a good dinner.

>>20389989
Aw, and I was anticipating a full on hue scene in the hotel. Whelp, in any case good thread papa, and here's to ya having a good dinner.

>>20389989
Good luck, dude.

>>20389989
Thanks for the thread, it was nice while it lasted

Good thread, and good luck dude.

Good luck man, thanks again for another great thread. Can't wait for another thread what ever it is!