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The Same

AN: It is literally two in the morning right now. I may or may not fix this after I sleep

CW: kidnaping, aggressive whumper, confused whumper, they're both the same whumper, compliant whumpee, defiant whumpee, they're both the same whumpee

She sat motionless in the back of the car, the scratchy cloth over her eyes preventing her from seeing where he was taking her. Her heart and breath had been racing since he had snatched her off the street. She felt the car come to a stop and heard her kidnapper get out of the car. Was he abandoning her here? Suddenly the door she was leaning against was yanked open and she was dragged out of the car. She didn’t fight. It was probably safer to just do whatever he wanted. She tripped and stumbled hard as her foot slammed into an unexpected stair.

“What do you think you’re doing, idiot?” the man’s question sounded rhetorical as he dragged her roughly back to her feet, so she didn’t answer

She heard him make a noise of disgust as he opened the door, “I guess I really did pick a stupid one.”

I guess you really did, dickwad

He yanked the blindfold off of her and threw her to the ground. She squirmed a little on the ground before she was able to sit up. This was the first time she had gotten a good look at him. He was tall with a strong build and a pleasant enough face if he didn’t look so sadistic. He looked like he was a little bit older than her, but not by much. His clothes looked plain, but it was obvious to her that they were an expensive brand.

He squatted down in front of her with a terrifying look on his face, “Did I say you could move?”

She froze, “No, sir.” Do I look like a person who cares about what you say?

Now it was his turn to freeze, “What did you just call me?”

Shit, she thought. “I called you “sir”, sir.” Sir sir

He grabbed her face and turned it side to side, looking over her with what seemed to be genuine concern, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Are you mad at me for calling you “sir”? I can stop if you wish.” As you wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish…. Why am I like this?

“No. I mean, are you already broken? People are usually crying or violent in some way for at least the first week.”

“I can do whatever you want, sir.” No, I’m not “broken”, I just have common sense, duh

He stood up, confused and annoyed about it. “Whatever. I may as well introduce ourselves now. I don’t give a damn what your name was before I picked you, okay? Your name is Pet now, but you will respond to whatever I decide to call you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Pet replied Whatever makes you happy, sir

He looked at her, slightly disgruntled, “And my name to you is Master, understood? Pet?” He tried to keep his voice in the same angry and commanding tone it was in originally, but this girl was too weird.

“Yes, Master.” she responded without hesitation

He didn’t like this. This was unsettling and unnatural, “What is wrong with you? Have you no shame or pride?”

“I will do whatever you say, Master.” Because I quite like not being dead or injured, thank you very much.

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Fox Ears- 5

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CW: institutionalized slavery, pet whump, pet kitsunemimi, pet nekomimis, pet fairies, multiple pets

“It's time to wake up, fox. Come on, wake up.”

The fox’s eyes opened immediately at the order, although it was clear by looking at them that they were not yet conscious.

“Oh good, you're awake! Come on, it's time to get you ready. The Lady has already lain an outfit out for you to put on. I will be just outside the door. Let me know if you need any help, okay?” said the tabby nekomimi, leading Kitsu to Hiral’s large walk-in closet where an oversized red hoodie laid out with a matching tank top, a scrunchie, and some black leggings

Kitsu looked at them blankly before nodding slowly as their mind finally caught up with the fast-talking nekomimi’s words.

“Good! Alright, I'll see you soon!”

...

After getting dressed Kitsu opened the door quietly and peeked out.

“Hi!”

The fox jumped back in surprise, almost hitting their head on the doorframe.

“Aw, you look so cute! The Lady really does have the best sense of style, doesn’t she? Well, we best be getting you some breakfast, shouldn’t we? Follow me, I’ll take you to the kitchen!”

“What is your name?” asked Kitsu as they followed the cat quietly down the hallway

“I'm Abby! What about you? What's your name?”

“Kitsu.”

“That's a lovely name! Is it because you’re a kitsunemimi? That’s so cute! I wish I had a cute name like that. Did the Lady name you or did you come with that name?”

“Mistress Hiral named me.”

“Wonderful! The Lady really is the best at everything, isn't she? I bet there's nothing in the world that she can't do well.  Isn't she just wonderful? I mean-”

“You're going to talk their ears off, Abby,” said Beau, appearing out of nowhere

Kitsu jumped again, nearly tripping over themself. Beau simply looked at them as the three of them entered the kitchen.

“Oops, sorry, Kitsu! I'm just so excited! We haven't had a new pet around for ages and you seem so cute and sweet and I just can't wait to get to know you and-”

Luna casually stuck a piece of bread into Abby’s open mouth.

“Hello, fox,” said the white-haired fairy, turning their wide and unsettling gaze to Kitsu

“Hello. What is your name?” asked Kitsu, too uncomfortable with everything else to be affected by Luna

“I am Luna and this is Sol,” they said, gesturing to the other fairy in the room, “What of you?”

“Kitsu.”

“We know that. They meant what do you want to eat?” said Sol, not looking away from what they were cutting

“Anything that is easiest, please.”

Luna grabbed a single piece of bread and offered it to Kitsu, “Your majesty.”

“Enough, Luna. Be nice. You know they're new,” said a tall nekomimi who was closely followed by two other nekomimis, “Hello, I am Cleo and this is Rusty and Kiki. And you are?”

“Kitsu.”

“It's a pleasure to- Rusty, get off the counter.” the orange nekomimi froze, a bottle of chocolate syrup in their mouth and a jar of jam in their hand, before slowly climbing down, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Kitsu. How have you been getting on? Everything is well, I hope?”

Kitsu’s mind quickly flashed to the night before, but she shook the memory out of her mind “Yes, thank you.”

Cleo watched Kitsu closely “Very good. Well then, let’s sit down to eat, shall we?”

Luna and Sol had just finished setting out the food and sat down. Rusty vaulted themself over Kiki and landed perfectly in their chair. Kiki looked deeply offended as they sat down politely next to Rusty. Abby sat next to Cleo, chatting all the while. Beau pulled out a chair for Kitsu, who blushed and thanked them.

Sitting at that table, surrounded by food and laughter, Kitsu felt themself relax, just a little.

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Fox Ears- 4

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AN: Hey! I have never written a scene like this before, so I’m not really sure how to make the subtle things clear. So, I’m just making a note here. Kitsu is very much so enjoying what’s happening, her panic is about not being good enough for Hiral

CW: dubcon, spice, intimate whumper, touch-starved whumpee, pet whump, kitsunemimi whumpee

After everyone had left, Hiral gestured for Kitsu to follow her. They walked up to Hiral’s bedroom where the witch climbed onto her bed and leaned amongst her plethora of pillows.

She patted her lap, “Come here, little fox.”

Kitsu carefully climbed on top of their mistress, straddling her lightly, just like before. They hoped she would play with their hair again. They settled down on Hiral’s lap, feeling comfortable and enjoying the contact, and closed their eyes.

Kitsu’s eyes flew open as Hiral hooked a finger under their collar and pulled, forcing their hands on either side of her head to keep from falling, “I said, come here, little fox.” she said, looking at the kitsunemimi amorously

The fox looked at their mistress in confusion and blushed bright red, completely unsure of what to do from here. They were there. They did what she said. The trainers never told her what to do if this happened. They had no idea what to do. What if they did a bad job? They wanted to please their mistress.

Hiral smiled wolfishly and wrapped her arms around Kitsu’s waist, pulling them flush against her. All of Kitsu’s thoughts immediately left their mind and their head became fuzzy from all the physical contact.

“Mmm, you look so cute like this, my pet. What are you thinking?”

“I- I’m not s-sure,” Kitsu panted, “I- I can't r- really think. My head is too foggy. This feels really n- nice, though.”

She slid her tongue up their neck before biting down on their throat lightly, causing them to gasp, “Perfect,” purred Hiral

“M- Mistress?”

“Yes, little fox?” Hiral smiled at the obvious but mild panic in her pet’s eyes

Kitsu wanted to tell their mistress their worries but decided against it. If they just obeyed perfectly, everything would be fine. “Are you o- okay? Y- you seem sort of s- stressed.”

“Ugh, yes, I'm fine. It's just that Aria can be so frustrating sometimes, you know?” she said, placing her hands on the fox’s hip and pulling them closer

“N- no, mistress,” they gasped, putting their face in the crook of Hiral’s neck, “I- I don't kn- know. I'm sorry.”

“Of course, you don't know. You've only just met her. And you're just a pet, so you wouldn't notice anyway.”

“If you're going to have your face there, you may as well make yourself useful,” said Hiral, tilting her head to expose her neck a bit more

They hesitantly began softly kissing Hiral’s neck, enjoying every ounce of contact they could.

“Mmmh, good girl. Anyways, yes. Aria can be so uptight. It's quite draining, always trying to please her. And Dia always has an extreme amount of excess energy and that is quite draining as well. I suppose Zavir is the only one who isn't draining to be around.”

“I- I know I am just a p- pet but, i- if you don't mind me asking, mistress, why are you friends with them if y- you don't enjoy being around them?”

Hiral hummed thoughtfully, brushing a strand of Kitsu’s hair behind their ear, “Well, Dia decided that I was her friend a ways back, and my parents wanted to get on good terms with her father, so I did what any dutiful daughter would and made nice with her. And Aria is the next in line to the throne of Meadai, so it is only best that I stay on her good side. Do you understand, little fox?”

“Y- yes, mistress. Thank you for explaining. I'm sorry for questioning you.”

She pushed Kitsu backward and climbed on top of them, “That’s alright, my little pet.”

“But, I'm done talking now,” she said, grabbing Kitsu’s wrists and pinning them down on the bed

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Fox Ears- 3

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AN: Quick explanation on the pronouns, just because I think it might get kind of confusing. Kitsu only uses female pronouns when she’s having a flashback or being too “human”. She doesn’t do it intentionally or even realize most of the time. Also, let me know if you do or don't want me to tag you. Enjoy!

CW: touch starved pets, institutionalized slavery, pet whump, pet kitsunemimi, pet fairies, multiple pets, intimate whumper, sensory issues mention, collar pulling, classism (?), ptsd (very light mention)

Kitsu followed Hiral down the stairs and into the large dining room. The fox looked around, still amazed by the beauty of her mistress’s house. Her mind briefly flashed back to the training center and it’s stale white walls and fluorescent lights that were never quiet. They quickly shook their head and looked up their mistress adoringly. If they were good and pleased their mistress, they would never have to go back. They just had to be good.

“Kneel there,” Hiral ordered, pointing to a raised cushion next to her chair

Kitsu nodded, bowing slightly “Yes, mistress. Thank you for your generosity.”

They smiled at their mistress as they kneeled on the cushion, wagging their tail gently. They wagged their tail more for the love of the sound and to please Mistress than actual joy. The cushion was made of a velvet the same shade of red as Kitsu’s collar. They were grateful for the cushion, although glad their dress was long enough to keep their skin off the velvet. They knew they were a bad pet for it, but she hated velvet. It poked her skin the wrong way and felt like nails on a chalkboard or those awful fluorescent lights.

“Of course, my little fox. Now, wait here while I go welcome our guests.”

They blinked at their mistress, her voice having suddenly pulled them out of their thoughts “Yes, mistress.”

...

Kitsu sat as perfectly beautiful and still as a statue as they waited for their mistress. After a few moments, Hiral returned with three other people. The man stood tall and dignified with gold beads in his hair that perfectly matched the golden freckles flecked across his dark skin. Next to him stood a short, curvy young woman. She seemed to practically bubble over with excitement as she adjusted her colorful dress that in no way matched her bright red afro. The last person to enter was a tall woman with dark hair and an icy blue gaze that seem to pierce right through Kitsu.

“Ooooooo!!!! Is this your new pet, Hira??” gushed the short woman

“Yes, it is, Dia. She’s quite pretty, isn't she?” said Hiral proudly, tilting her head to the side to see Kitsu better

She?, Kitsu looked at their mistress with confusion. They are a pet. Not a “she”.

“She is gorgeous!!!!! Ugh, I love her already!!!!” said Dia, playing with Kitsu’s hair and petting their ears

In the bliss of being pat, Kitsu decided it was better to keep quiet. After all, rules are only for pets, not their owners.

“Another girl, Hiral? Don't you ever get bored of them?” asked the man as everyone sat in their places

Hiral hooked a finger under Kitsu’s collar, pulling them closer to her. They melted into her touch but managed to move one knee slightly to avoid being pull into their mistress’s lap, “Of course not, Zavir. You know I only buy females. And, how do you suppose I could ever get tired of such beauty?”

“What will you use this one for? She’s too pretty and weak-looking to be anything but a lap pet or a bedroom toy.” said the other woman, her eyes still piercing through Kitsu uncomfortably

“I'll probably use her for a little of both, honestly. I’m sure she’ll end up being my favorite impulse purchase. Why? What would you use her for, darling?”

The woman continued to stare at Kitsu before she spoke “You don’t make impulse purchases.”

Hiral just smiled at her silently.

Just then the kitchen door opened and two fairies walked out, each wheeling a cart of food to the table. They wore matching kitchen uniforms and kept their wings folded neatly behind themselves.

“Thank you, Luna. And you too, Sol,” said Hiral, giving each a quick pat after they finished setting the table

They nodded, both obviously very happy to be praised, and bowed out of the room.

“Open,” ordered Hiral, offering Kitsu a bite of her food

The fox opened their mouth without hesitation and tentatively took the bite. The meat was perfectly flavored and practically melted in their mouth.

“Do you like that?” Hiral asked, laughing at Kitsu’s expression

“Aww!!! I can't believe how cute she is!!!!” exclaimed Dia

“And I can't believe you would eat off the same fork as a pet.” said the sharp-eyed woman

“Oh, come now, Aria. Don't tell me you don't find her face at least a little cute,” said Hiral, grabbing Kitsu’s face and turning it toward Aria

Kitsu melted into the touch, their ears laying down and their tail wagging happily.

“Even I must admit, she is rather cute,” Zavir said as he tilted his head slightly, his face without any particular expression

“I'm not denying her cuteness, I'm just saying it isn't exactly commonplace. You are one of the most important figures in all of Avaric if not all of Meadai and people may get the wrong idea if you treat your pets like consorts.”

“Oh, Ari! That reminds me! Have you decided on a royal consort yet or are you still toying around with all of those poor boys?” asked Dia

...

Slowly, the night dwindled to a close, and everyone got ready to leave.

“Thank you so much for the lovely meal, Hira!!!!!! And thank you for being so cute, Kitsu!!!” said Dia, giving Hiral and Kitsu each a hug before walking out the door

“Yes, thank you, Hiral. I'll be seeing you,” said Zavir bowing to Hiral and leaving for his car

“Have a good night,” said Aria, kissing Hiral’s cheeks

Hiral stood at the door and waved them goodbye as they all drove away.

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Kitsu and Beau

Abby and Cleo

Rusty and Kiki

Luna and Sol

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Rusty: *sobbing* I have no idea what you’re saying, is this Russian, what is happening rn

Abby:

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Fox Ears 2

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CW: touch starved pets, institutionalized slavery, pet whump, pet kitsunemimi, pet nekomimis, multiple pets, intimate whumper

Kitsu walked tentatively up the stairs after Hiral and followed her into her dressing room. They still weren’t quite used to walking on flat ground, let alone spiral stairs. But Mistress Hiral had ordered them to walk and all they wanted was her approval. They did like the feeling of the cool marble under their feet, though.

“Come along, my pretty fox. We’re going to get you dressed up so that you look all pretty to show off to my friends.” Hiral said, resting her hand on the small of Kitsu’s back while they walked, helping them remain steady. They blinked and tried not to melt into her touch so they wouldn’t fall over.

Hiral smiled at them as they walked into a huge room where every wall  and the domed ceiling was covered in mirrors. They blinked as hundreds of themself and their mistress appeared. Hiral held their hand and helped them stand on the raised platform in the middle of the room before sitting on one of the red velvet couches.

She snapped he fingers and suddenly several of the mirrors flew open, and two nekomimis in matching maid outfits walked out carrying all manners of dresses and gowns. The taller nekomimi dark hair and skin and wore their hair in a short, straight pixie cut. The shorter one had long black and white hair as well as well as having white marking that contrasted sharply with her dark skin.

Hiral snapped again and both nekomimis immediately got started on dressing Kitsu in the first outfit.

…Several outfits later…

When the nekomimis stepped away again, Hiral got up from the couch to examine the new outfit.

The nekomimis had tied Kitsu’s hair back into a half-up style with a thick red ribbon and put them into a white robe-like garment with red trim and a matching ribbon around their waist. The dress came down off their shoulders and revealed some of their chest and they had some white silk flats with intricate red embroidery for shoes.

The tall woman circled Kitsu, eyeing them up and down, checking that everything was just so. She lifted a corner of one of the sleeves and felt the fabric. Looking pleased, she walked back around to the front of Kitsu. Her eyes suddenly landed on Kitsu’s barren throat, which she look at disapprovingly.

“Hmm, bring me something for their throat. Something with a bell.” Hiral ordered, not moving her eyes from Kitsu’s throat

The taller nekomimi immediately removed the collar from their neck and handed it to Hiral. It was a ribbon of the same shade of red as the rest of Kitsu’s accessories with a large silver bell and silver clasps in the back.

“This is perfect. Thank you, Beau. I will be sure to give you a new collar soon.” Hiral said, patting Beau’s short, spikey hair

Beau purred softly and wrapped their tail loosely around Hiral’s leg, leaning in for more.

Hiral snapped again and the nekomimis immediately began collecting the outfits that were strewn about the room before bowing out through the mirrors they came in by, which shut behind them instantly.

“Now, little fox, are you ready to meet my friends?”

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Fox Ears

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CW: touch starved pet, institutionalized slavery, buying a person, pet whump, pet kitsunemimi, intimate whumper

AN: Hiiiii! I've decided to go back to the original storyline! Also, I'm doing a little bit of editing to the old chapters before reposting them. Thank y'all for being here and I hope you enjoy!

Their hands were tied to the floor in front of them with a long silver ribbon and their eyes were covered with a blindfold of the same material. The woman gently lifted their chin and they completely melted into the soft touch. They looked adorable, not resisting in any way.

“How much is this one?” she asked, her eyes roaming over the kitsunemimi in front of her. They had long black hair that wrapped around their arms and down their back, creating spirals on the floor. Their skin was pale and blemishless with a light pink across their cheeks. They wore a long slitted skirt and a short crop top that left their legs and stomach exposed.

“2,000 silver. Best price. It’s a well-behaved pet and’ll do whatever you ask. Also, wears it’s emotion clear on it’s face so you’ll always know what it’s thinking.”

She tilted the kneeling pet’s head from one side to the other, admiring how they melted and how their hair fell across their face.

“Their ties are made of genuine silk and the jewelry’s pure silver.”

“Hmm, very well. I’ll take it.” she said, withdrawing her hand and pulling out her checkbook

The fox whined cutely after it, tilting their head slightly to the side. They leaned forward involuntarily.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll pet you plenty more when we get home.”

The pet smiled and sat back, wagging their tail lightly across the floor.

…

Upon entering, the kitsunemimi immediately knelt on the floor and looked up at where they thought their new master was.

She smiled lightly at them and bent over to remove their blindfold.

The woman before them was tall and dark. Her hair fell in big, loose curls that framed her face and cascaded down her back. She had soft-looking lips and siren-like eyes. The house was filled with white and silver everywhere they looked. Several large pillars were spread around the room and a magnificent spiral staircase was to their left.

The woman grabbed their chin softly so they could only look at her. “My name is Hiral, little fox, and yours will be Kitsu. Do you understand? You may speak.”

“Yes, Mistress Hiral. Thank you.”

“Good pet.” she said, petting Kitsu’s long hair

Kitsu visibly melted into Hiral’s touch and wagged their tail gently. Hiral looked quite pleased and continued doing it for a moment, enjoying the pet’s expression and how soft their was.

“Alright, Kitsu. Let’s go into the sitting room and I will tell you how things will work around here.”

Hiral turned and walked promptly away and Kitsu crawled prettily after her.

“You may walk, little fox.”

“Yes, mistress,” replied Kitsu before standing up to follow Hiral down the corridor a little unsteadily

Along the way, there were tall, marble walls and an arched ceiling covered with several intricate paintings and silver boundaries to every one. The walls were covered with tall paintings of other wealthy and important-looking people. At the end of the hallway, there was a painting of a young Hiral and two other people. Kitsu kneeled in front of the painting and whined softly after the real Hiral.

“What? Oh, do you like that painting, little fox? That's me and my parents. Maybe I'll have them come over and visit you, if you're good.”

Kitsu wagged their tail and smiled up at their mistress. Hiral smiled back and gave them a quick pat before walking off again. Kitsu spared one last glance at the painting before following after.

...

When they got to the sitting room, Hiral sat on one of the luxurious couches and Kitsu knelt in front of her.

“Alright, obviously all of the rules you were taught in your training will still stand unless I tell you otherwise. You are permitted to interact with my other pets, but you may not touch them and they may not touch you. Your only job in my house is to look pretty unless I ask you to do something. You will listen to me and only me. If you are good you will be rewarded and if you are bad you will be punished fairly. If you want something, you will ask me for it. And as I said before, you are permitted to speak as well as walk. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress Hiral. Thank you for your generosity.”

“Of course, my pretty fox. Now come sit up here with me.” she said, patting her legs

Kitsu tentatively climbed up onto the couch and straddled Hiral, resting their head in the crook of her neck. Hiral, little surprised, clicked on the massive TV that took up almost the entire wall and began carding her fingers through Kitsu’s long, black hair, making Kitsu completely relax into her. She smiled down at her puddle of a pet and began watching her show.

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“My first steps were on eggshells”

And I danced on them perfectly.

But. The longer I dance- the more I twirl and leap- the angrier I become.

I am angry.

I am angry with every expectation that was placed on me.

I am angry with every bit of disappointment that was placed on me.

I am angry with the demands that were forced on me.

I want to crush these eggshells beneath my pastel pink steel-toed combat boots. Listen to them crack and break with every new word I speak.

Look at me. I am flawed. I am not a child. I am not here for you to stare at. Look me in my eyes. Talk to me. Listen to me. Treat me like a person. Respect me. Love me, not your idea of me.

And one more thing,

Do not expect me to dance for you anymore.

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Ghostly Love

CW: none this time (shockingly) Enjoy!

I love him. I love him so much. And I want to hold him so badly. But he never responds when I speak to him. No one ever does, but I’d think he would be different. He's just like me after all. Just like me, only slightly different.

Her silvery white hair (I remember still when it was black as night) floated all around her like smoke. She looked to be about twenty years old although she was many centuries older than that. Her eyes still shone the same brilliant green they did when she lived.

I stumbled through him about a century or so ago. Back when this was just a small town and he was new. I think he may be the protector of this town, as everyone throws him coins in exchange for “wishes”. I know he always does his best to grant them. That is why I always get a little angry when people ask him of such impossible things.

She floated through one of the walls of her old home, pretending to walk down the street.

I’ve always wanted to ask him if he might be able to help me live again, but I don't want to give him any more than he already has to do. I'm certain that is why he never responds to my words. He is too busy keeping this town safe and granting everybody's “wishes”.

I have decided to make a “wish” today, though. But not for my own sake, of course. No. I have prayed many times since I had decided this, asking God to grant him the strength to give me my “wish”.

She “walked” into the town square, which stood almost just as it had when he first came here, and made her way straight to the center, ignoring every building in her way.

Eventually, the fountain in the center of the square came into view, her love standing just as handsome as ever on the pedestal in the center. His marble more beautiful than when it was new. She smiled at the sight of him.

I'm sure He has answered my prayers. At least, I hope... No! I mustn't falter! My love is counting on me.

She floated up the steps of the fountain, filled with determination. She pretended to take a deep breath and pulled out her coin purse. It was filled with coins many centuries out of date, but the more modern coins didn't like her very much and would refuse to let her hold them. She hoped these would do.

Looking longingly at the statue, she said, “I wish you to have a life to live happily for yourself and to do with what you please.”

Opening her coin purse, she steeled herself, and dumped the entire contents into the fountain.

“... Just please don't forget about me when you do.”

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Brick Maze

My mind is like a brick maze.

Every new memory,

A new path.

Walls going up to block off every bad path.

Similar paths merging into one.

Full of dead ends and doors that won’t open.

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Breathe

I'm always happiest in my dreams, the ones where I am far under the surface and running out of air. When I have no other choice but to take that leap of faith, to breathe in despite being so far from the sky. And instead of feeling the burning feeling of water flooding into my lungs, I feel freedom. I feel free.

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Burning/Glowing

I would like to glow, I think. Not to burn so brightly I would blind those who would try to look at me or try to love me. But to glow just strongly enough that I am able to make light and warmth of my own. To glow in a way that might comfort those around me who are drowning in darkness. I would like to glow like the embers of a dwindling fire. I have tried to burn, Lord , how I have tried to burn. I tried to burn so brightly, so brilliantly that no one would be able to see past my light into the darkness I wanted to hide. I wanted to burn away all of the sadness in myself and everyone around me until I found there was no one else left. I had burned all of them away too. But to glow like an ember, warm and soft and able to create a fire when needed, I think I would like that very much.

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Love

If it's true that you are what you love, then I am broken glass and keys to nowhere. I am pictures of cats yawning and beautiful sunsets. I am the sea and the stars. I am beautiful music and beautiful people. I am neck kisses and bear hugs. I am malicious compliance and unconditional kindness. I am lights reflecting off the street on rainy nights and sunlight filtering through the trees. I am rich pomegranates and sweet strawberries. I am love and life and loving life. I am annotated books and messy sketches. I am eyeliner and pretty outfits.

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Woman

I want people to look at me and think I am a woman of madness.

Wild-haired and running through the night.

I want people to look at me and feel they can share their darkest secrets.

An ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on.

I want people to look at me and think, “She does not belong here.”

My teeth too sharp and my eyes too deep.

I want people to look at me and know that I am dangerous.

Poison on my lips and venom on my tongue.

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My Masterlist

My sideblog @nexfox-art-ocblog has more content/worldbuilding/explanations if you want it

Fox Ears: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

CW: touch starved pets, institutionalized slavery, pet whump, intimate whumper, multiple pets, inhuman whumpees

An adorable kitsunemimi is bought by a very wealthy woman and learns to live with her and her other pets

The CWs and chapter link lists update with every new chapter released, so be sure to check back in!