🗡A fellow beastkin is a rare sight in and of itself . . but a hare?

Oh . . he has struck gold.

He almost took Rhino's head off for having the gall to leave even the smallest bruise on her. Something about 'preserving the product'. The only problem was- upon seeing her . . he had decided she was never going to be product. The second he laid eyes on those tall ears and beady, soulless eyes he knew she was going to be his.

She was a feisty one when she first woke up, it took Kangaroo giving her a slight sedative for her to be calm enough to be even walked toward. It took some time to get her to give in to her new reality. Chat adored her but Fox very quickly decided he deserved to be greedy and stopped showcasing her on his streams.

As she became more obedient he became less demanding. Fox is quite content with just sitting at his desk with his sweet hare, her seated on his lap with her head resting against his shoulder. He gives her more range of the building but doesn't quite trust her yet to remove her collar. She may notice Rhino and Kangaroo following her around every now and then, just to make sure she is staying safe.

🗡Despite her not being a 'star' anymore, she still gets her fair share of his torment. He loves seeing the beautiful crimson seeping into her soft fur with each small cut he creates . . but what he loves even more is the soft expression she has when he finally lets his gaurd down to mend her wounds.

For a moment it is like he becomes a new person- he rambles about some show he is interested in while he disinfects the various scrapes and burns given. She sees an unfamiliar glint in his eyes as he almost gently runs his fingers over the bandages before uncharacteristically pressing an kiss to them.

After this extremely weird encounter, she begins to notice that any pain caused earns an equal amount of gentleness another day . . and that he never does anything to jeapordize her life. If she were to ask about this though? He may change his habits.

♡ Celia isn't what one would call girly, but she does lean into her feminine side. Her aesthetic leans more into corporate glam. She's feminine in more of a sleek, calculated way.

Her girlfriend other on the other hand? The frills, the pastels, the lace . . it all drives her crazy. It is refreshing to see someone so different than the high-strung, men-focused women she is forced to tolerate at work.

Celia can't help but let her eyes drift along her sweet mouse's body, their delicate skin scarcely covered by garments carefully selected with the intention to taunt her.

She especially adores lace, how the dainty fabric brushes against her fingers as she taunts her lover. Typically, Celia removes these frilly pieces carefully- leaving dark lipstick prints behind on the skin each garment had previously covered. She enjoys grabbing her girlfriend's lacy garters and allowing them to snap back against her skin, just to hear her yelp.

♡ However, a difficult day at work for Celia means a difficult night for not only little mouse. . but her clothing too. Her knife doesn't just crave bloodshed; she enjoys running the sharp blade between her lover's plush thigh and their lace garter before yanking it upward and ripping through the fabric. Any precious clothing worn that day is sadly destroyed. . both ripped and stained with blood and other fluids.

Her girlfriend shall fear not! Those aforable pieces will quickly be replaced. Celia LOVES spoiling her and buying all the cutesy clothes she would desire. Her only rule is each outfit must be modeled once they get home, Celia will sit down on their now shared bed and watch as her sweet girl tries on each piece.

Anything revealing drives her especially crazy if it highlights the various scars and healing wounds she has lovingly gifted her.

Seeing her girlfriend dress in soft colors and frills somehwat encourages Celia later down the line to allow herself to dip her feet into the soft, feminine side. She doesn't change her entire aesthetic, of course, but does purchase matching pink silk robes for her and her lover. . with fluffy slippers duh.