Pseudonymph

 

Artwork - luelue zi

Teyvat, a fantasy world where the seven elements flow and converge, filled with nations ruled by godly beings know as Archons. It is a world ripe with unique beings, abilities and intrigue. The extraordinary often met the ordinary, and one nation in particular fit that bill more beautifully than the others… the nation of Inazuma. It was ruled by the Electro Archon, who had overseers to key rungs within society, such a Yae Miko.

Yae was a long-lived fox-like being taken human form, who not only had a position as head priestess at Inazuma’s all important Narukami Shrine, but was boss of her own publishing house. One could make the case that her duties as publisher brought more enjoyment to her than her duties at the shrine. Her demeanor was far more mysterious and cunning when it came to duties as chief priestess, compared to the kind persona she gave off outside. She enjoyed reading, and as boss of Yae Publishing House was rarely seen without a smile, handling herself with a lightheartedness. That said, her intentional, enigmatic nature was something only her friends were used to, and those merely acquainted with her were terrified of.

By all accounts Gorou was as a brave as they came, but was definitely terrified of her. It was clear as day as he walked nervously toward the back office of Yae Publishing House. His eyes darted away from every person who snuck a glance at him. He was usually the confident, headstrong one, at least in battle, but Yae was an impossible opponent. He felt completely emasculated whenever around her, which hurt his pride as a military general. Determined to make this the day he stood up to her though, his posture straightened and brow furrowed the closer he came to her office. He stopped before grabbing the wooden sliding door, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

Gorou was the leader of the Watatsumi Resistence, a faction from one of the many island establishments within Inazuma. The island of Watatsumi was once at odds with the Archon of the region, a conflict that had thankfully come to a close. It was a demanding position, but his sincerity, determination, and courage had guided him through. Despite his youthful appearance, he was greatly respected by all his troops for his level head and knack for offering advice--even if he himself never quite understood what he was doing.

He was among the exceptional breeds in Teyvat, someone possessing unique genes, Shiba blood, evident by his fluffy ears and tail—which were always a source of teasing by Yae. He was also someone in possession of a Vision, a stone of sorts granted by the gods of Teyvat which allowed the user to control one of the elements, in Gorou’s case Geo (Earth). By all accounts he was a well accomplished young man with nothing to fear, and yet…

The wooden door to Yae’s office flew open, yet the harsh slam it made against the wall elicited no reaction from the woman behind the desk inside. Yae simply glanced upwards and gave a smile, drinking in the sight of one of her favorite workers. Gorou had fair skin, light orange-brown hair with white streaks, and teal blue eyes. His erect ears and bushy tail were of the same color of his hair, with white highlights. A small, golden eternity symbol-shaped hairclip was attached to the left side of his head, with a thick, black thread dangling down from it. She couldn’t help but quietly chuckle every time he appeared before her, how a man so cute, so lean and smooth, could carry themselves with such confidence as a military officer.

His attire did stand out from the norm however, perhaps designed in a way to appeal to Gorou’s dog-like attributes. He wore an igote with shinobi trousers that showed off the bottom half of his torso while still covering his arms and legs. Two holes exposed his front chest and his back, appearing done to allow for more ease of movement. Bandages were wrapped around his waist, wrists, and feet. He possessed some upper armor around his neck, fitted like a collar with a small, gold paw print symbol at the front of it with a bow hanging below. Decorative black armor hung over the front of his hips and right shoulder, fastened in a way befitting for an archer. His prized Vision could be seen on the upper-middle back of the armor. There were other more fashionable adornments as well, such as a white puffball decorated with a red ribbon on his right pectoral as and a white braided belt with puffy lace where the knot was. The two ends of the belt hung down and were affixed with a gold, crescent moon accessory. The rest of the outfit was rather standard, two black gloves, one fingerless, and black jikatabi shoes with the heels and toes cut out.

Once Gorou reached the middle of the room he stood firm and crossed his arms. Yae casually rose from her desk and walked to the front of it to lean against it, crossing her arms as well, but in a far more relaxed fashion.

“Ah, well if it isn’t my favorite little one. To what do I owe the pleasantry of your company?” Yae asked in an infallibly polite manner, her meticulous, soothing tones usually enough to tamper any tantrum. But Gorou wasn’t fooled.

He stared down Yae while thinking up his response. Her purple eyes, long, muted pink hair and fox ears that always hung drooped gave off a sense of calm control. She was never seen without her stylized shrine priestess outfit, which was far more revealing around the hips than the traditional and also was shoulderless. She wore a golden head accessory with matching gold earrings, the right containing an ElectroVision wrapped in a complex drop-shaped piece with a small, fan shaped accessory at the bottom, and the left designed to mimic the right earring, but lacking the Vision. Clearly she dressed in a way meant to distract and entice Gorou thought.

Her looks did affect him, as Gorou stuttered, “L-Listen you! You Yae! Hmpph, wh-what is—What’s the meaning of this?”

Yae cocked her head, feigning perplexity.

“D-Don’t play dumb with me!” Gorou continued, barely holding his nerves together. “Who is this Ms. Hina person you’ve been attributing my writing to? I saw that display you placed outside of that bookstore!”

He hated that he ended up breaking his composure yet again. No matter what he tried he always crumbled in the presence of this woman. It didn’t feel normal. Yes she was cunning and could read him like a book, but there was more to it. His heart always fluttered around her, flustering him more than simply out of annoyance. There was no way he could be attracted to such an aggravating person, so why did his body betray him?

Yae lifted a hand and laughed haughtily into it for a couple seconds before saying, “I suppose keeping it a secret was out of the question. It was only a matter of time before the great general of Watastumi island sniffed me out.”

Her tone infuriated him. She always sounded so sincere and kind, but he could sense a selfish, playful bite behind every word. Was he nothing but a plaything to her?

“Why do you treat me like this? A-After all I’ve done for you!”

Gorou could feel himself running ragged, and his voice lowered into a sort of exhaustion. His anger  wasn’t working.

“Look, can you please just tell me what is going on with that cutout?” Gorou muttered in disappointment.  “I thought you said my writings for ‘That’s Life’ magazine would be anonymous. When you roped me into it, I didn’t think much of it since I was helping people… It feels good offering advice and support to the readers like I do with my troops. But seeing this, it feels like you are using me for some marketing scheme. I won’t stand for it! Who is this Ms. Hina you are parading around in my place!”

Yae perked up, seeming rather amused.

“Why, Gorou dear. After you’d seen the display model I would’ve thought it’d become obvious. The orange hair with white streaks, the lush, green outfit, and of course that gorgeous tail. Ms. Hina is you.”

Gorou was floored that she resorted to such a bold-faced lie even after being caught red-handed. He was simmering and flustered all at once and couldn’t think of anything to say back. He felt cornered, his brain going blank and blocking out all sound around him. Slouching over into an almost battle stance he angrily gazed about Yae’s office, desperate to take in anything he saw as a means to mock her, to find any kind of material he could use as a comeback.

There was little to take in from the open spaced room. Aside from the large, maple desk near the sole, large window seeping in natural light, it was mostly tatami flooring, simple zen decor, a lone ornate standing lantern, and a half opened sliding partition door of translucent white paper diffusing light as well as lavish, latticework framing made with the same wood used for the ceiling. Though, he did see something intriguing beyond the opened door.

He stomped a little closer, directing a quick glare at Yae. Getting a better look he saw what seemed like a writer’s space. There was a tall, black wood table with gold trim edges and a black high-stool of similar design. A stack of papers, black ink plates and a brush sat in neat display on the tabletop. The rest of the space looked disorderly by comparison, a white, plush bed mat dominating the floor space, with miscellaneous trinkets, pottery, and what seemed to be bags of gifts shoved against the walls. The mess concerned him, but not in the way he expected. The space felt… familiar?

“Ah, Hina’s quarters. You really did make quite a mess of it.” Yae said.

Gorou swiftly turned around, anger beginning to give way to confusion. He still tried his best in putting up a front.

“S-So this is where you have her staying? Where is she? I… I won’t let her take credit for my writings!”

“Your tail is so beautiful when it sticks up on end like that.”

“S-Stop playing around, a-and tell me!” Gorou snapped back.

“I’m sorry. Does the truth anger you?”

“I’m not angry!”

“You say that… but do I see your ears saying otherwise?”

“Don’t be ridiculous... uh…”

After a soft chuckle Yae said, “Listen Gorou, I’m actually glad you found out. It turns out I need Ms. Hina for a planned event. You see, she has an adoring fanclub and I may have arranged a meet and greet. Free handshakes with every admission. Now doesn’t that sound nice?”

Gorou couldn’t comprehend why she was so hung up on continuing with this nonsense.

“Who cares about that? Why would you need me to do it?”

“Heh, Gorou you are Hina.” she politely insisted. “I wouldn’t lie to a business partner. Here, take a look at some of her letters.”

Yae handed over a few slips to Gorou supposedly written by Hina. The dates implied they were done sometime within the span he had been writing for the magazine, yet the content within them seemed to match his handwriting exactly. As far as he was aware, he was the only writer hired during this time. The advice given did have a similar ring to his own, but was delivered in a slightly different tone.

“Okay, so you have this Hina copying my style. S-So what? This doesn’t prove anything!”

“Are you sure? You seem quite conflicted on the matter.”

There she went reading him like a book again. It couldn’t be true… could it? Thinking hard, Gorou couldn’t deny the similarities. Their outfits were obviously a wide difference being that they were man and woman, Hina wearing a long, lavish, bare-shoulders aqua kimono with gold and black decorative designs around the bottom of the dress and ends of each long, drooping sleeve. She had a large, silky black sash around her waist, matching the soft allure of her svelte black gloves. Even if Gorou was a girl, it was far too elegant for his tastes. But her ears, her tail, her… face. He had to admit it felt akin to looking in a mirror. They looked very identical on that front, outside of the more delicate features that came from being a woman—smaller nose, slimmer jaw, that stuff. But those eyes were his own, with their sharp edges, rounded bottoms and aqua colored pupils. The eyebrows as well, the same small pins of orange-brown. And the white streaks in her very long orange hair were in the same place as his. The streaks in his tail, the look of their ears, all the same! Looking back at parts of her outfit there were even more similarities! Hina’s collar looked remarkably close to his with even the same paw print symbol, and she even had the same infinity sign hair clip!

Gorou gripped at his head and grimaced, feeling something pound at the back of his mind like a long lost thought.

“I… I don’t believe you!” he barked.

“Well, this is getting us nowhere.” Yae said as she approached him with one hand held up making a fox-like gesture, her two middle fingers pressed against her thumb. “I’m sorry for dragging things out so long Hina.”

Yae tapped her pinched fingers at Gorou’s head then released them, sending out a spark of magic. It activated something within him, a nagging feeling at the back of his mind suddenly spiraling towards the surface. He could feel his surroundings shifting, disappearing within a memory flooding his head-space. It was all he could think about, to such a degree that he felt transported to that moment—becoming himself in that moment. It was within the same office, sitting at the writer’s table that felt so familiar; he was Ms. Hina.

Ms. Hina…

Hina…

“Hina, are you ready?” Yae called out in a slightly annoyed voice. “You promised you’d be ready today.”

Hina was hunched over her writer’s desk, sitting on the stool with her knees, breasts dangling above her work. The usually coy expression she’d give upon Yae’s arrival was not given, a more anxious one surveying the papers she was writing. She perked up immediately upon finishing the latest however, a day’s work well done.

She hopped off her seat and greeted Yae.

“Why hello Mikomi.”

“You really shouldn’t call me that. Or am I not deserving of a more fitting nickname?”

Hina gave a sly look away and whispered under her breath, “I think it’s cute.”

“That aside, are you ready?” Yae asked.

“Yup! You said you had a… unique idea for my vacation?”

Yae smiled like a schemer and said, “Indeed. Not only will it provide you with a lengthy break, but it’ll also help improve your column in the magazine.”

Hina seemed a tad unsure what she was getting at.

“It’s always good to gain other perspectives when it comes to handing out advice. I have a position lined up for you that will open you up to a whole new breadth of experiences. Think of how much it’ll help with satisfying your readers.”

“Oh… I satisfy them alright.” Hina said while bringing a finger to her lips.

“Yes, well, I think it is important to change things up every now and again.”

Yae made a fox-like gesture with her hand and delivered a poke to Hina’s chest between her breasts. It gave her a jolt, making her leap back.

“Oh? Yae~… Getting friiisky are… are, we?”

She became heated and lightheaded all of a sudden and collapsed onto her sleeping mat on the floor. Breathing heavily, she could feel an ache growing within her loins. Tossing and turning, she began to slip out of parts of her garments. A breast hung out of her kimono and the front of her outfit unfurled below her chest, exposing her creamy, slim, sweaty form. Her loins were wet, already soaking her small fundoshi while she made a horny fuss of noise.

“Hooh, oooh! Y-Yae. Mmmm… Ooh! What have you, d-done to me? Hyah~.”

Yae gazed at the squirming woman, pleased she was enjoying it.

“Think of this as a gift for working so… hard.”

Yae’s utterance of the word ‘hard’ caused an extreme reaction within Hina’s clenching pussy as she whipped her head back, giving an excited yelp. Her clit was throbbing and swelling to a size it’d never been before. Growing unnaturally, it stiffened into a hard, slick pink rod. As she brought her head back up she gazed down at it, shocked to see a small tent against her lower garments.

“Wh-What is this? Woah! It feels! Hooh! I-It feels good!” Hina moaned, feeling the rod widen its girth, filling more of her lower lips.

The fundoshi rose higher, the strange member continuing to lengthen and curving slightly up towards her belly. A foreign sensation began coursing through her as blood pumped furiously through it, bringing about a burdening need. With every throb the insides near her womb were churning, wriggling masses traveling towards her cervix and pressing harshly against it. She wondered if she was giving birth, but the objects were too small, the size of large marbles at most.

She grunted and pushed with all her might until she felt both orbs pop through into her vagina. With a loud gasp she relaxed and relished in the odd pleasure of the balls tumbling down her inner walls, drawn to her growing shaft. Behind their descent, she could feel the walls closing inside her, the emptiness of her womb gone with her cunt following. It was all disappearing, being replaced by… by--!

With a giddy yelp that she couldn’t contain, she felt the two balls dump out of her salivating pussy, contained within a crinkly, fleshy sack coated in afterbirth. Quickly after, she felt the hollowness in her dissipate and her slit sewn shut by the very scrotum she birthed. An onslaught of new heat poured from her tingling balls into her stiff rod, forcing it longer and longer until it slipped out of her fundoshi, a distinct, pink, mushroom shaped head adorning the tip.

Hina blushed at the sight of it and moaned, “I-Is that a? D-Dick? Diiiick! Oooohh~!”

Bursts of spunk fired out from the freshly made penis onto her tummy, some of it pooling in her belly button. It felt happy to taste the air, throbbing and emptying itself of more and more semen. Her body pulsated in unison with it, muscles and fat expanding and retracting over and over as they began to take on new shapes. It was a completely new kind of pleasure Hina was more than ready to drown in.

“Hooh~! Ooh Yae! It won’t stop c-coming! S-So gaaahn! Aaaah!”

Yae brought a hand to her chin and quietly chuckled. Seeing this mess of white riddle the squirming Hina wasn’t an unusual sight. Usually the mess would be brought on by the many fans she invited into the office. Hina was a Nymphomaniac after all, so it was no surprise she was enjoying the heightened pleasure of her new toy.

The priestess watched with glee as she saw the fruits of her magic continue. Hina’s limbs thickened, more mass forming from her muscles while supple fat was siphoned away. Her slender, hourglass shape began to fade as well, sides widening into a broader shape and her slim shoulders snapping to the same width. Her abdomen stiffened up next, her dipped, alluring core erased by a flat, smooth mesa. It wasn’t as if her body was consumed by muscle—much of it toned and lean while still retaining the smooth allure of her feminine form.

Hina started mumbling out strange words through her moans as the changes continued.

“A-Archery, hyah… Wa-Watatsumiiii~… Country side, hah! My… My home!”

Yae’s ears stiffened up as she said, “Ah, I see the memories are starting to flow in.”

Hina’s body gave a couple bounces as her bubbly butt kicked. The plump pear was giving way to a firmer and masculine posterior. Similarly, her breasts were firming as well, swirling down a drain of devouring muscle beneath them. To help send them off, her dick hosing cum onto her emerging pectoral plateaus. The surge of extra strength did little to persuade her form from presenting as anything more than androgynous. It seemed man nor women, destined to be cute and desirable.

“Gooood~. There you are Gorou dear.” Yae swooned, seemingly bestowing a new name upon Hina.

“G-Gorou… oohh! I’m… Goooh! Oooh! H-Hinaaaah!” Hina mewled like a dog in heat, eyes closed, her voice gradually deepening into that of a softer toned male.

“No… You are Gorou.” Yae insisted with a soft, cheeky tone.

“Y-Yes! YEEESSS!” Hina shouted, accepting her fate and all the pleasure it brought with it. More and more she doused her own body in cum—a self bukkake.

Her male teats were as erect as her cock, every inch of her screaming out for more.  The more came in the final changes needed, her face scrunching and contorting while her mind finally caved in along with her features. His face lost little in transition, Gorou’s masculine visage merely a less beautified mirror to Hina’s. He was a pretty dog boy from the countryside, with a pretty tail and ears, and was a master of archery, a commendable, courageous—!

“General! AAAOOOOHH!!”

Gorou howled in bliss as the changes finished, his dick unloading a final barrage of hot, canine seed. He looked like a perverted, mess-of-a-man wriggling in a kimono, but it would all be lost on him as he passed out from exhaustion. Yae’s magic left him in a deep sleep, perfect for what came next.

“Such a cute boy. Let’s get you to your new position at Watatsumi island shall we?” Yae commented while caressing one of Gorou’s sticky cheeks. “I suppose I’ll need to clean you up first.”

“GAAAAAH!” What! How! Huh?” Gorou shrieked, snapping out of the magic-induced flashback. He could hear Yae laughing feet away.

“Seems I triggered a rather exciting experience.” she joked, noting Gorou’s stained pants.

The poor man covered it in shame and then barked, “It’s not true! W-What did you do to me?”

“No. It is true.” Yae replied bluntly.

“But! B-But I’d remember! I… That couldn’t have been my memory!”

“Come now, think hard Hina. How else do you think we met in the first place? Why would someone such as yourself appear out of nowhere to become a general in the resistance? I don’t believe you ever lived on Watatsumi Island.”

Gorou looked around panicked, straining, trying to scrounge up any memories he could to prove Yae wrong. But it only brought about more confusion. He eventually stood firm and insisted it wasn’t him, that he wasn’t Ms. Hina.

“Well, surely you remember this do you not?” Yae asked, showing him a fur comb.

“Of course!” he said, swiping it from her. “I was given this by a fan. Heh, he was an Oni named Itto. He was big, strong and hand… some? Noo...”

Gorou tossed the comb to the side and gripped his head.

“Wait! No, no! Then who is the real me?”

Yae approached him, hand fashioned into her fox-like gesture.

“Who indeed? But I wouldn’t ruffle your fur over it. No matter who came first, you are Ms. Hina… And her adoring fans are expecting her.”

She poked him in the chest in the same fashion she had done to Hina, sending him to his knees trying to clutch at the sudden spreading warmth.

“No, no! This isn’t true! Aaahn!” Gorou yelled, the pleasure filling his body quickly and powerfully. On his hands and knees he crawled towards Yae and tugged at the tassels of her shrine outfit, begging her to stop before falling onto his backside.

She watched the cute man squirm beneath her, his body already undulating as the masculine physique began to give way to feminine appeal. He clutched at his tummy, hands shrinking to become the glamorous digits of Hina. Their touch was a sensual sendoff for his core, the muscle there turning to pinchable, smooth fat, with skin rivaling the silky texture of his new hands.

The foxy maiden gawked at the poor thing, desperately trying to struggle against the inevitable. Truthfully she found both Gorou and Hina cute, but Gorou the easier to tease of the two. She couldn’t miss this opportunity to play with him a final time and admittedly always wished to stroke his wonderful head of fur. So she kneeled down and lifted the moaning man by the arms onto his bottom, feeling their bulk shifting into a slimmer, elegant build, his gauntlet even loosening until it fell to the floor. She then coddled him while stroking his head.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” said Yae, brushing her fingertips around the rims of his ears.

“No, let me go! D-Don’t touch my, hyah! Aaaah!” Gorou squealed, feeling his dick unload a few spurts.

He began to buck more, something building within him. Yae, sensing his struggle, wrapped her arms around his upper body like a mother to a child. He tried to break free, but was far too weak under the onslaught of pleasure, his feeble hands clutching halfheartedly onto Yae’s arms. They were so sumptuous, and as supple as the breasts pressing against his backside. He’d never been this close to a woman before… except as Ms. Hina of course!

“Gah, ooh! Nyoooh! Oh Archons!” Gorou moaned, calling out the Gods as he felt his sides cave in towards an hourglass shape, his shoulders push down into a finer slope and his spine dip into a cuter posture. He hated to admit it, but it felt good, his face flushed red.

“It’s okay, let it all out.” Yae teased while pressing her hands against her plaything’s chest, feeling the flesh around his nipples softening. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. Succumbing to the desires of one’s own body is quite natural.”

Under the guidance of her touch, Gorou’s chest began to blossom. A flick of her fingernails caused each nipple to perk, and from there she gently circled around them several times causing the pink flesh of his areola to swell into small, sensitive hills. Giving both a pinch caused the dogboy to buck and all the warmth in his body to concentrate there for a brief moment. Slowly but surely the musculature of his chest faded, hardened rock softening into malleable putty that Yae was all too happy to play with. The more she groped, the more it took shape as a pair of breasts.

She kneaded his chest with care, the poor man only able to squeal at the constant brushing over of his nipples and jiggling of his fat. All the strength he had built had been devoured by the growing mounds, hellbent on being bigger! They showed no signs of stopping, a noticeable heft to them starting to weigh on his body as one boob slipped and sagged out from the opening in his body armor, the other straining tightly underneath the more confined side.

“Not! B-Bigger! T-Too big! Aaah! S-Stop! Mikomiiii!”

“Bigger?” Yae asked before roughly gripping each tit causing her toy to squeak. “I must say the sounds you make are very cute.”

All the burgeoning mass burst alongside Gorou’s cries, his breasts giving several kicks as they ballooned into large tits that eclipsed Yae’s own by several sizes. The strap on the front of his armor snapped and the front plating fell loose, the general’s attire unable to deny the girls beneath seeking freedom. Big, beautiful buds flailed about in the air heated by his horny dog-breath while milk from the teat trickled down their expanse. The playful hands that had encouraged their growth could no longer cup them, but merely grasp at their plush surface and sink into their glory.

Brief relief came once Yae’s hands traveled elsewhere. Gorou could only wince though as he saw them serenely traversing down his smooth tummy and into his pants.

“My, excited aren’t we?” The sly fox said. Gorou denied it, but his tail said otherwise, wagging in anticipation.

One touch from her perfect hands to the tip of his cock brought about a hefty trickle, making perfect lubricant for her fingers as she then proceeded to gently stroke his cock. He expectedly began to fight free from her clutches yet again, but was quickly subdued by her other hand gripping his face. She covered his eyes to heighten the experience, the darkness enhancing every sound and smell—a feast for his canine senses. Feeling his body loosen up, Yae leaned him back and rewarded the obedient pup by hastening the strokes to his cock.

Gorou crumbled under the pleasure, no longer fighting back, merely twitching as more changes consumed him. His legs pulsated to the rhythm of Yae’s hand, muscle expanding with each glide up towards his tip, then partially siphoned away on the way down the shaft. This continued for some agonizing minutes, with all the excess girth seemingly forming into fatty tissue that dumped into his hips and ass. Bigger and plumper his butt became, like a heavy throw pillow was attached to him. As he wiggled from side to side, agitated, he could feel his hips creaking as if they were ill-fit for holding all the excess girth to the sides of and behind them.

“M-Mikomi, please! I… ah… too much. Too much! Hah, my body!”

Yae shushed him and said, “It’s okay, I’m here Hina. Your vacation is over. You can come home now.”

“Vacation? N-No… no! That’s not! I mean… I-I’m? Gah! Oooohh!”

Gorou’s hips flared out suddenly, completing the emerging curves of Ms. Hina. Her ass, hips, legs, they were all his now and his body loved it, jettisoning out a few thick wads of cum. Drenching Yae’s hand, it merely made her work more effortless. She could feel the most important part of his body finally submitting, her hand contacting less and less padding with each thump against his balls. They no longer belonged and happily receded.

She felt her plaything’s hand gripping at the underside of her thighs, bracing for the coming release. This was always the best part to her, hearing the cute dog boy serenade her ears as his voice was consumed.

“Oh no! Oh my! Oh Archoooons!” Gorou moaned, his voice breaking into that of a flustered woman.

“Welcome home Hina.”

It was hard to tell how much Gorou was still there, but it mattered little, the last remnants of his appearance falling to Hina. His face began to crunch and twist as the features of the woman claimed him. Her hair cascaded down his body as well, Yae digging her nose into the silky brush.

“More! Mikomi mooore!” they screamed as their face felt scrunched by a vice—the sexy, doting features of the ravishing writer the public adored taking the reins back from her stand in.

“It isn’t often I hear you beg.” Yae teased, feeling Hina’s panting tongue lap at the lower fingers clutching their face. “You should do it more often.”

Hina’s moans and pleas grew more fervent, her cock throbbing, ready to blow. Yae, hearing a wet schlick knew that a pussy had opened up beneath it. Very soon now it would be consumed.

“Okay dear, playtime is over. Time to get to work.”

With that order came release, a mess of clear fluids spurting out of Hina’s cock, each ejaculation causing the rod to deflate and shrink. Slowly but surely it was slurped up by her salivating slit. She craved for Yae’s touch, but as a woman, anticipating her boss’ fingers entering her folds. Once it finally happened, she couldn't contain her joy.

“Oooooh yes! Yes! Mikomiiiiyaaah! Deepeeeer!”

She furiously came all over her clothes and the floor, the floodgates bursting with female passion. Yae coaxed it for as long as she could, two of her fingers pounding deep inside her squirming writer’s snatch. She found it cute as Hina bit hard onto her pinky finger that had been resting by her mouth, partially muffling her unrestrained cries as she rode the final waves of her orgasm.

Yae slowly drew her fingers from Hina’s slit and hand away from her face, exposing the freshly made beauty to the light once more. Her eyes glistened with afterglow, mind awash in the perfect cap-off to her vacation. She gave a small hop and squeak as Yae nibbled one of her ears, before resting her head against the fox woman’s chest.

“The perfect pillow.” Hina said, sporting a satisfied grin. “It feels like I’ve awoken from a long sleep.”

“Yet you are still so tired. Heh, lazy as always.”

“Well that’s your doing.” Hina cutely barked back.

“Oh really? You couldn’t stop sleeping with your fans. I’d say you needed that break from the spotlight, away from outside distractions.”

“It all seems like a blur to me… Where was I?”

“Mostly resting like the adorable pup you are. I’m pleased to announce though that Ms. Hina is more popular than ever.”

Hina darted up and gave a lewd look before saying, “Which means… more fans will want a piece of me.”

Yae crossed her arms and sighed, “It never ends with you.”

“But it always ends with you Mikomi.” Hina replied, tail friskily wagging.

Yae was already missing how easy it was to tease Gorou. However, she couldn’t deny all the perks that came with her female writer.

“Come on,” She beckoned. “Let’s get you dressed for the meetup.”

“Certainly. I can’t wait to see my adoring fans. Not sure why I’m wearing this weird armor to begin with.”

As Hina began to strip a frustrated expression crossed her face.

“I know that look.” Yae commented.

With a seductive gesture Yae slipped her upper garment down, revealing her breasts more fully. Hina was clearly pent up still and she couldn’t have her star attraction making a scene in public.

“Dear Ms. Hina, you are ho—mph!”

Hina silenced Yae with a kiss, copping a feel of one of her boobs in the process. She then retracted while licking her chops.

“Stealing a kiss? How rude.” Yae playfully scolded, before gently pouncing on her prey.

Hina’s body was insatiable, and after having been away for a while she’d need more than a simple fingering to satisfy her. Her boss was more than eager to assist. They both pridefully indulged in each others bodies which they knew were the envy of Inazuma.