Fangs and Teeth

Behind the curtain, the apparent samurai would find a familiar black fox, a purple and pink kimono clad about her vulpine form as her swamp yellow eyes looked up at him nonchalantly. Despite being in canine form, her pose was rather slutty and she seemed as though she'd just woken up from a one night stand. "Yo, Rei Rei..." she'd mumble. "What're you doing here, huh?"

The fox looked around, seeming confused at the sudden change of scenery. "Weird assed dream..."

Calming herself, she licked her paw and smoothed the fur between her ears. "Ah, that's all yer interested in? I got some prime ganja left over, man; it'll get ye high like heaven."

Her eyes moved to the side, taking in the site of the other male without moving her face from Rei where it pointed. "Who's this guy, eh? A friend of yers?"

Of course, she knew a fellow spirit when she saw one, but this one was a leech soul, a Onugi, one not powerful enough to exist on the physical plane without another soul to bind itself with. "He's a little pale, yea?"

Of course, Grunty missed most of the battle as she'd taken to nonchalantly licking her toes. She did look up, however, in time to see the boy's sudden possession by not one, but two "leeches" as she thought of them.

"Uh oh..." she thought, seeing the change in Rei's nature before her very eyes and recognizing it as one of her few weaknesses. "Shit..."

The expletive came out as a purr, however, and she found herself caring less about any ill intentions this man before her may have had. "Yes, talk..." she said, recognizing the feelings arising in her body as something dangerous, yet familiar as she stood to all four feet in a crouch. The position may have looked hostile if she'd taken the time to snarl and bristle, but as things were she just seemed a bit apprehensive as she took one or two steps back, her tail swishing back and forth over the bedsheets anxiously.

The fox never had been one for resisting things that tempted her body, and today she found herself increasingly under the influence of his slender, muscular form and the charm he emitted with it. She growled, but not in a hostile manner. It was more a growl of confusion and helplessness as one might hear from a creature cornered by something it knew not to attack. Unfortunately, the bed ended abruptly at a wall and she continued to push herself into the unyielding wood, inch by inch until her back pressed up against it, the hairs on her body silently bristling in defiance of what she felt. "You know what you're doing..." she said vaguely, affectionately, much to her horror.

She continued to growl, a crooning note in the noise. Slowly, submissively even, she dissolved again, the black fog reforming into a more womanly figure. She opened her eyes, the sickly green conveying a sort of need she feared to express. "I ain't showin you shit..." she snarled on, a very faint blush coloring her dark cheeks.

The woman looked away, down at her nails that were digging into the wall. At her heart, however, she was a wild animal; one who it was dangerous to toy with, she realized as her reluctance and hostility gave way to a feral smirk. The second he came undressed, she gave him a brief, carnivorous look and pounced all at once, possibly pinning him to the ground if she was accurate and shedding her own time period appropriate garment and straddling his belly. "Ye wanna go, let's go..." she'd say, never once losing her snarl as she came back down to perform a gesture very unfamiliar to her: a kiss.

And then she woke up again!