#*fox rp

Business had been slow, but that wasn’t uncommon. That’s what you get for having some manor turned hotel in the middle of the mountains and Fox really liked that about the hotel; its isolation and the magic that came with it. She really liked it, for the most part. It had been boring the past week with no new faces around. The other monsters could easily get on her nerves and the people who came to Jackdaw were usually so interesting. So when Luke said there was a guest coming and she was to greet them, she was more than ready.

She was at the large lobby desk when the doors opened and she sat up from her seat, her tail whipping behind her and smile wide and welcoming. “Hi, welcome to Jackdaw,” her sing song tone rung out before she properly stopped to look at the guest. It wasn’t often that she had seen lizard folk before, but she had read about them and the first intrusive thought she heard whispered in her mind was two dicks.

“AH-“ Fox squeaked in pleasant surprise at the sudden sharp sting to her ass. She dropped the books in her grasp, leaving them to clutter and crash to the floor of the library before she swung herself around and saw Roy. Of course it was Roy.

People thought they were identical twins as the two walked through the mall, the cashier at hot topic had commented on it as Fox paid. She wanted to deny it, but Roy was already fucking around and going we are, aren’t we sis? Fox was ready to murder Roy. He had insisted on tagging along to this shopping day, insisted on wearing Fox’s clothes. Roy was really milking this curse for everything it had. That meant she needed to figure out how to change Roy back ASAP before she went insane, or she fucked herself.

Roy saw the potential here, while Fox was trying to ignore it completely. But it was extremely difficult when every so often Fox felt the copy of her own hand slip up beneath her skirt and graze across the matching fishnets and lace panties. Roy did it again as Fox was looking through a rack of clothes and Fox’s tail lashed out to slap Roy’s hand away, her cheeks turning a darker red.

Fox tilted her head to glance out the large, arched windows of the Jackdaw's grand library. Above the dark shapes of the trees the full moon was at its peak, the old grandfather clock chimed one am. It was time to perform the ritual.

"Please don't be offended Rebel," she spoke to the mouse who sat on a nearby chair, quietly eating the strawberry he had been offered. "Think of it as making a friend?" As Fox smiled, her sharp canines flashed in the candle light. She wanted more friends, she wanted another familiar. Someone darker than sweet Rebel, the Pet Smart bought mouse. If she reached out to the other side, would her devil mother hear her request and offer her a gift in return? An early birthday present?

Before her sat a circle of candles on the polished floor, the pink and white wax dripping onto the corners of the chalk drawn symbol in the center. Luke would be pissed with her, but he wouldn't have to know once she covered up her usual ritual spot with the old Persian rug.

Her pink tail swished behind her as Fox flipped through the old, heavy book in her lap. One hand toyed with the corners of the pages, while the other's fingers absent mindedly pulled at the fishnet stockings hugging her thighs. "Let's see..."

@manturneddemon

The relationship Fox and Roy had was nothing but chaotic moments of raw horniness and rivalry. But there were the moments that the two seemed to get along perfectly, like a house on fire level of perfectly. And this was one of those moments, right after Roy had finished filling Fox’s ass full of cum on this cold winter’s night.

There was nothing better than when Roy fucked her mercilessly from behind, with one hand holding her tail and the other helping her work the monster dildo in her pussy. Fox at that point was an utter mess and her thighs were trembling when she felt the cum trickle down her ass and thighs. She couldn’t even utter a word and instead only sighed in relief once the dildo had been removed and her tail let go. She faceplanted onto the bed beneath her before rolling onto her back and looking up at her ‘enemy,’ tho Iris and Dorian (and everyone else) had started referring to them as one fucked up couple.

“Fuck… fuck, okay, just one kiss.”

Who the fuck set up mistletoe everywhere around the castle? Including over the doorway of her own fucking room??? It was probably Iris. She was more invested in whatever this was than anyone else.

Her tail lashed with what could have been anger, but honestly it was nerves (the blush across her cheeks confirmed that). Still, Fox reached up and pressed her hands against both sides of Roy’s pretty and annoying face. She rose up on her tippy toes she pulled him down to meet her half way in a kiss that was more than just a simple peck on the lips. It only took a second before Fox and Roy were doing the ol’ tongue wrestle and Fox’s heart was pounding happily in her chest.