Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 6

>Your walk home from the bakery seems to take half as long as the walk there did, so good a mood are you in

>You let go of Silmeria’s hand as you reach your door and manage to get it open with after only minor violence inflicted on the temperamental lock

>You prop it open for your wife and follow her inside

>The smell from the bag of bread she’s carrying has your mouth watering, but you dutifully decide to wake Holly before stuffing yourself

>She’s lying on her side in bed, the kitsune doll you gave her for Christmas hugged to her chest.

>You put your hand on her shoulder and give her a gentle shake

>”Wake up shorty. Silmeria brought us breakfast.”

>Holly groans and stretches as she tries to haul herself out of bed before she’s really ready. You decide to give her a few minutes, knowing that the promise of a treat from her friend will be enough to keep her from going to back to sleep

>You join Silmeria in the kitchen and sneak in a kiss before turning to set the table. She eases up behind you and plants a retaliatory kiss on the nape of your neck, then brings over a few mugs and glasses to match the plates you’ve put out

>There’s plenty to go around, so you decide that it will be okay to start eating while you wait for Holly

>You’re reveling in the taste of fresh bread and your wife’s company when your sister finally trudges into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

>She passes behind Silmeria on the way to her seat and pauses as she notes the kitsune’s new tail

>She furrows her brow as she regards the new appendage, her sleep-fogged brain struggling to process the information

>”You’ve got two tails.”

>Silmeria smiles and waits for her to expand on the topic, trying not to giggle at your sister’s exhausted befuddlement.

>”How come?”

>Silmeria blushes faintly and puts her hand to her cheek, smiling.

>”Your brother helped me grow another one”

>Holly perks up and looks at with wonder

>”He did?”

 

>Holly rushes over to you and tugs eagerly at your sleeve.

>”Help me grow a tail!”

>You just barely manage to avoid choking on your coffee. You force it down and start telling her that you can’t.

>”Come on! I want a fluffy tail too!”

>You look to Silmeria for help, but she’s laughing noiselessly, her hand clamped over her mouth to keep anything more than a few croaks from escaping

>After a few moments of searching for a way to tell her that she can’t have a tail Silmeria calms down enough to rescue you by convincing her that she’s too young to grow a tail.

>Holly sighs in defeat, then points at you commandingly.

>”Fine then, for my birthday you have to give me a tail!”

>Silmeria all but doubles over

>You assure her that you’ll give her one and direct her toward the food. You shoot Silmeria a look while Holly’s back is turned; she only offers a shrug and a cheeky smile in response.

>You steer the conversation away from tails and toward more mundane topics, managing to avoid further discomfort until it’s time for Holly to head to school.

>You make her a lunch from the leftovers and see her off. You and Silmeria then busy yourselves by cleaning up the kitchen.

 

>As you put the last of the plates on the rack to dry, you think back to your sister’s question.

>”So, how DID you grow another tail last night? I was under the impression that it took hundreds of matings to accumulate enough energy for that”

>The image of Silmeria on a raping-spree across Scalistan that doesn’t end until she meets you comes to your mind unbidden

>Silmeria gives you a tender smile and takes your hand

>”It’s more potent when it’s given freely”

>She kisses you on the cheek, banishing your worries.

>”Feel like giving me a little more?”

>Her smile becomes playful and mischievous as she pushes you down into the nearest chair and drops to her knees.

>She slips your trousers off and slurps your cock into her mouth, sucking erratically until you’re fully erect, then she lets it slip out from between her lips as she stands up and turns around

>She pushes your legs apart and seats herself between them, your manhood coming to rest in the small of her back, between her bushy tails.

>She seems eager to see what she can do now that she has two to work with, and begins to experiment with wrapping them around you in various ways.

>She tries various tantalizing ways of entangling everything between your legs, but soon decides that simple is best, and coils one tail into a fuzzy sheath to cover the length of your shaft while the other wraps around your testicles

>She gives your cock a few experimental strokes with her tail, then a few gentle squeezes of your sack, testing to see if she can do both at the same time.

>She can, and she gets to work with unabashed enthusiasm. She runs her tail over your shaft, tightening her grip to stroke you, loosening it to tickle you. Her other tail kneads rhythmically at your balls, greedily trying to coax the semen out of them.

>You reach around and slip your hands up her skirt and into her panties. You slip a finger into her entrance, then two. You push back her hood and pinch her slowly swelling clit delicately between your fingers. She clenches around you in response and leaks out a wash of feminine lube onto your hands.

>Silmeria hooks her arms behind her and pulls your head down onto her shoulder. She turns and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. You slip your tongue into her mouth and play it over hers as you continue to stimulate each other.

>She tightens her tails’ grip and increases her efforts to make you cum, you force another finger into her clinging pussy.

>You feel the familiar churning in your groin and tensing of muscles that signals your imminent release. She grits her teeth and breaks the kiss, her eyes shut tight, revealing that she’s not far behind. Her tail tightens up around you reflexively, and her stroking devolves into a high speed assault on your head.

>You let out a slow breath as you splatter a rope of semen into the velvet cocksheath of her tail. As soon as she feels the hot liquid coating her fur she stands up and slams herself down onto your cock

>The abrupt penetration is enough to make her explode into an orgasm. She clenches her legs together and lets out short, gasping breaths as her juices run over the chair. A shudder runs up her body with every shot you pump into her.

>She leans back against you as she recovers, enjoying the afterglow

>You put your arms around her and do the same for a few minutes, but eventually your legs start to fall asleep and you have to get up

>Silmeria wipes herself off, then brings her tail up to her mouth and licks your seed off her fur while you stoop to clean the mess you’ve made of the chair and floor.

>She pulls you into a gentle kiss as soon as you stand up.

 

>You spend the rest of the afternoon lazing around the house with your new wife. Listening to the radio, reading, watching the snow flurries that have started to come down.

>You notice that if you sit still for more than a few minutes, she descends on you and starts to nuzzle against you, re-applying her scent to you.

>You’re still not exactly sure what she smells like now. It’s her own scent, it doesn’t remind you of anything else in particular, yet it brings to mind warm hearths and afternoon naps and general well-being.

>You decide you really shouldn’t overthink it.

>As it gets late in the day Silmeria starts to check the clock anxiously. You ask her if she has somewhere to be

>”Well, Holly’s going to be home soon right?”

>She fidgets a little as she speaks

>”I was thinking I’d try to make lunch when she got home. I should learn how to cook now that we’re married”

>In your heart, you want to enthusiastically commend her for such a gesture. In your head, you’re seeing a slide show of canned field rations being cooked with a lighter

>”Lunch sounds great. How about some soup?”

>Soup’s hard to mess up. She can probably handle it.

>You pull your mother’s copy of “A Gift to Young Housewives” from its place on the shelf, thumb over to chapter 3, and hand it to her.

>She flips through it, looking for something simple, until she settles on making a pot of shchi

>You volunteer to get the kitchen clean for her while she scribbles out a shopping list.

>She’s so preoccupied with trying to get ready to head out while still maintaining a double-handed grip on her list that all she can offer is a nod of acknowledgement as she heads for the door

>Poor girl is losing her head and she hasn’t even started cooking yet.

 

>You’ve just finished clearing off the counter and laying out a few utensils she’ll probably end up needing when you hear Silmeria viciously attack the door until it wises up and gets out of her way

>She’s back early

>She tries to act nonchalant as she unpacks her ingredients, but her cheeks are red and she’s short of breath

>”Did you run all the way here?”

>The kitsune sighs and looks away, disappointed her façade has failed her

>”The recipe called for a large head of cabbage, but all the cabbages looked the same, and I started trying to weigh them to find a big one, and it took forever and I started to worry that I’d be late and everyone would go hungry at lunch and-”

>You laugh and give her a hug while she pouts into your shoulder.

>”Alright alright let go of me I have to get started. Go listen to the radio or something”

>She shoos you out of the kitchen. You bite your tongue and keep quiet. She’s kind of cute when she’s mad at you.

>You sit down and listen to some music for a bit, but you’re more interested in what’s going on in the kitchen

>You quietly rise out of your chair and sneak back into the kitchen. She’s looming over the stove, staring intently at her watch. She’s counting quietly under her breath.

>”Nineteen…”

>You look over at the cookbook, at the 4th step in the recipe: “Simmer for 20 minutes”

>Surely she hasn’t just been sitting here counting off EXACTLY 20 minutes?

>”Twenty!”

>Silmeria leaps forward and stirs in the remaining ingredients on the cutting board. Then she goes back to staring at her watch.

>You look back to the cookbook, at step 5:”Simmer an additional twenty minutes”

>She’s really taking this seriously

 

>You leave her to her work and try to pick up the place a bit since you’ve got nothing better to do

>Silmeria finishes lunch with a few minutes to spare and comes to join you, spending the remainder of the time waiting for Holly, eyes shifting between her watch and the door.

>Silmeria remains remarkably calm when Holly gets home, waiting almost 2 minutes before she asks your sister if she’s hungry.

>Holly boldly declares that she’s hungry enough to eat a horse and Silmeria practically carries the startled girl to the kitchen

>Silmeria ushers you to your seats and ladles up a generous portion for the both of you. She watches as you both give the soup an experimental sip.

>It’s as good as any you’ve ever had. You give the increasingly nervous-looking kitsune at the end of the table a thumbs up. She lets out a sigh of relief and serves herself, delight plastered on her features.

>She seems to be more interested in watching you eat her cooking than eating it herself, and by the time you’ve finished she’s still smiling dreamily and stirring her soup lazily.

>You give her ear a gentle pinch

>”Wake up honey, the world’s getting away from you”

>Silmeria starts and looks up at you sheepishly

>”Sorry, I guess I was having a little too much fun playing wife”

>”What do you want to do now?”

>You tell her that you have the graveyard shift today and you’d planned to take a nap, but she can do whatever she wants

>Silmeria brightens up when you say that and leads the way over to the couch, where she sits down and pats her thighs

>”Rest your head on my lap”

>”What for?”

>”I always wanted to do this with someone. Now lie down.”

>You shrug and lie down on the couch, your cheek coming to rest on the dark skin of her legs

>She drapes one of her tails over you and starts running her fingers through your hair

>You have a little trouble falling asleep knowing she’s just sitting there watching you, but the way she’s rubbing your head and the pleasant scent wafting off her cannot be denied, and you’re quite refreshed when you awaken for your shift.

>She sees you off with a smile and is waiting for you with a kiss upon your return

>Your life proceeds apace for a few weeks. When you’re not at work you’re with Silmeria. When you’re not making love she’s fussing over you in some other way, making sure you and your sister are warm and well-fed. She progresses as a cook as time passes.

>Of course it couldn’t last.

 

>Silmeria comes to you one evening and tells you that her leave is almost up, that she’ll be going back to base soon

>”I’m going to retire as soon as I can, I promise.”

>”I’ll send you extra money while I’m gone”

>Holly, for her part, doesn’t cry. She just gives her friend an extra-long hug and tells her to come back soon.

>”Goodbye”

>Your small apartment feels huge and empty with her gone, and you finding yourself listless. You turn in early that night.

>As it happens, you don’t have to wait long before she returns

>You’re taking care of the month’s budget, marveling at how much breathing room you have as the late afternoon sun streams in through the window, when you hear a heavy knock at your door.

>You gingerly step over Holly, sprawled out on the floor surrounded by her art kit and drawings in varying states of completion

>Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest when you open the door and see Silmeria, then sinks like a stone when you notice the guilt written across her face and the four martially clad kitsune grinning at you over her shoulder.

>”Hello again, No-tail”

>You try to swallow, but your mouth has gone dry

>”Holly, go play outside”

>Holly looks up at you from her scribblings

>”Go on”

>She’s not a dumb kid, she knows when to let the grown ups have their privacy. She obediently stands up and picks her way to the door.

>The Private reaches out to tussle her hair as she passes. Your sister smiles up at the vulpine rapist, probably thinking she’s just made another friend.

>Holly waves goodbye to you as she heads for the stairs.

 

>The kitsune shove past you into the apartment as soon as your sister is out of sight, almost knocking Silmeria over as they enter.

>The Sergeant leads the way, smirking wickedly, followed by The Corproal, who crunches over a few of Holly’s drawings on her way to the fridge as soon as she spots it.

>The Private makes herself at home on the sofa and The Engineer leans back against the wall. She sticks her lengthy tongue out at you, waving it through the air and giving you a wink.

>Silmeria is the last through the door, taking small steps and keeping her eyes firmly fixed to the ground.

>The Sergeant rests her hands on her hips as she surveys your home

>”Nice place you have here. How’s the sound carry?”

>You keep quiet, hoping some perfect phrase to diffuse the situation will come to you.

>She darts forward and hooks a finger under your chin before it has a chance.

>”What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”

>She grins wider, showing off her mouthful of enameled knives. Silmeria looks like she wants to say something, but stops and bites her lower lip, unintentionally showing off her own array of razor teeth.

>You’d almost forgotten she had those. She’s been so kind to you that you’d hardly even noticed her inhuman traits, but now she takes on a bit of her former menace as she stares at you tearfully.

>”I almost didn’t believe it when I heard Deadeye had managed to snag a husband. Timid little Silmeria beating us all to the punch? Not in a million years. But her scent doesn’t lie, and neither does the new tail.”

>”I’m sorry”

>You both look over at Silmeria; The Sergeant frowns at being interrupted

>”T-they said that I h-had to share”

>Pack of degenerates. That kind of behavior is almost unheard of among kitsune.

>”Oh relax we’re not gonna fucking break him…”

>The Corporal offers her some reassurance between bites of a chicken leg as she lazily waltzes back into the living room.

>”The Major’s gonna break US if they realize we’re gone though, maybe we should-“

>”Do what? Go back to the kitchen and peel potatoes for the next three days?”

>”We wouldn’t have to do that if you hadn’t-“

>”Shut up”

>”ALL of you shut up!”

>The Sergeant swiftly regains control of the conversation.

>”I’m going first, and I’m going until he fills me this time. Figure it out for yourselves who goes after”

>She flashes Silmeria a cruel smile

>”You don’t mind bringing up the rear do you? After all, you’ve had him all to yourself for weeks.”

>Your wife manages a tiny nod as tears well up in her eyes

 

>”Get out”

>The Sergeant turns to you, surprise and annoyance vying for dominance on her face

>”What was that, No-tail?”

>”I said get out. You’re not welcome in my home”

>”YOUR home?”

>”Yes, MY home. Silmeria doesn’t own me. I’m not some toy you can just borrow from her. And she didn’t ‘snag’ me, I gave myself to her. Because I love her and she loves me back”

>The Sergeant rolls her eyes, then sweeps her leg across your feet with blinding speed, knocking you to the floor.

>”That’s absolutely adorable. I’ll think about that the whole time I’m riding you.”

>She grabs your pants by the cuffs and gives a short, sharp tug. The button pops free and they slide off so quickly they leave you with rug burn.

>The Sergeant disrobes with alacrity, her clothes scattering about the room, though she makes sure to toss her panties right in your face as she undresses.

> She stands over you, her feet planted on your arms, and spreads her sex wide, the flushed lips seeming even brighter set in the pale skin of her torso that clashes with the dark tan on her limbs and face.

>She rubs her cunt and lets out a few hyperbolic moans. She lets her grotesque tongue slip out between her pointed teeth and hang over her chest.

>The rest of the squad takes this as a signal that it’s okay to undress and start touching themselves. The room is soon thick with the smell of their arousal.

>Silmeria stays clothed and sinks to her knees.

>You try to stay soft, thinking dry and chaste thoughts, but the obscene sights, sounds, and smells around you inflame that basest of instincts in defiance of your heart’s wishes.

>The Sergeant’s slit starts to drip under her ceaseless assault, spattering your face with fragrant droplets of her carnal secretions

>You begin to harden in spite of yourself. Even the feelings of self-disgust that wash over you in response aren’t enough to keep you from becoming erect.

 

>Your defiance has put The Sergeant in a bad mood. Rather than simply straddle you, she drops down heavily and lets your chest cushion her impact, knocking the wind out of you.

>She slides back toward your groin, leaving a trail of her fluids across your torso

>She takes you into her hot folds and begins riding you, her fluffy tails tickling at the sensitive areas of your body.

>She takes a deep breath through her nose and tells you what a thrill it is to fuck someone covered in another kitsune’s scent

>The rest of the squad laughs at your reactions to her wild fucking as they line up to the side, groping and fondling themselves and each other in anticipation of their turn.

>Silmeria sits apart from them, still fully clothed, watching your violation with guilty tears running down her cheeks

>The Sergeant begins issuing more verbal taunts as she rapes you, and you’re quickly unable to meet her gaze.

>As The Sergeant teases you, Silmeria's guilty expression slowly changes to one of jealousy and then simmering anger

>The Sergeant, apparently tired of listening to your gasps and moans, stuffs one of her tails into your mouth to silence you

>That tears it for Silmeria, the mixture of longing and guilt on her face giving way to the murderous rage she displayed that day in the courtyard

>She crosses over to you and her commander in three brisk, long strides, her teeth clenched

>She sinks her teeth into one of the officer’s ears and roughly shoves several of her fingers into The Sergeant’s vulnerable anus

>The Sergeant shouts angrily at her and jabs her elbow at Silmeria’s stomach. Your wife shrugs off the blow and twists The Sergeant’s arm behind her back while her fingers mercilessly work the officer’s butt.

>You hear sickening pops and clicks coming from The Sergeant as Silmeria strains her joints beyond their limits.

 

>Silmeria keeps her teeth firmly locked onto The Sergeant's ear as she puts her weight on her, intensifying the offensive on the officer's ass whenever she tries to resist

>By the time Silmeria finally pins The Sergeant against you, she’s been reduced to a whimpering, squirming wreck

>The rest of the squad has watched in shocked silence as the normally quiet girl asserts her dominance over the highest ranking member of their group, but they gasp and recoil as Silmeria shoves The Sergeant off of you with her foot and hoists you upright

>The Sergeant struggles up to her knees, the arm Silmeria was brutalizing hanging uselessly at her side. Her ear is stained red and she’s shifting about, trying to rest without putting any pressure on her rear.

>Silmeria fixes her comrades with an icy glare and grabs your still-erect cock, kneading it lasciviously as she addresses them

>"This is mine"

>Her voice is calm and soft, but it cuts through the air like a knife

>"You're not allowed to touch it without my permission"

>Her comrades flinch at her words, and The Private tucks her tails between her knees in an involuntarily show of deference

 

>Silmeria shifts her gaze back to the defanged rapist next to you. She grabs the trembling girl by the neck and drags her up to your fem-slicked crotch

>”You made a mess. Clean it up”

>The Sergeant knows what she’s getting at. She timidly eases her head forward and pulls your cockhead into her mouth

>”Deeper!”

>Silmeria reaches down and viciously swats The Sergeant’s ass, leaving a perfect handprint glowing bright red on the left cheek.

>The Sergeant mewls around your shaft and quickly forces it as far into her mouth as it will go

>Your wife pinches The Sergeant’s nose shut and uses it as a handle to hold her mouth around your base

>”You’d best hurry up”

>The Corporal pulls herself together enough to try to intervene, timidly stepping forward and opening her mouth to tell Silmeria off

>Silmeria backhands her to the floor with her free hand before she can speak, then gestures lightly to the kitsune currently suffocating on your dick.

>”You should help her before she suffocates”

>The Corporal sits idle for a few seconds, at a loss for what to do in the face of your wife’s frigid wrath, before The Sergeant starts to choke and sputter around your dick, desperate for air. A few tears of her own start to stream down her cheeks.

>The Corporal crawls up next to her superior and brings her lips to your sack. She clumsily kisses and fondles them, too scared and bewildered to act with any sort of efficiency.

>It’s still enough. The twisted rhythm of sucking and gagging The Sergeant has been working you with already had you near the edge, and the new sensations on your balls trigger the red-hot churning in your gut that precedes your climax.

>Silmeria sees this and flashes a downright evil smile

 

>As your urethra starts to engorge with semen, Silmeria grabs The Sergeant by her hair and abruptly yanks her off your rod.

>The first ropes of jizz spring from your cock less than a second later, coating her face.

>Silmeria reaches down and pumps your shaft viciously, causing jet after jet to rain over the officer’s face

>By the time you’re spent you can’t even see her skin under the pearl lacquer coating her face, until her tears start to cut a path through the spunk.

>She’s clutching her savaged arm to her side, unwilling to let it hang limp, and so slips her tongue out to try and clean herself

>Silmeria’s hand snaps out and pinches The Sergeant’s tongue between the thumb and forefinger

>”That’s mine too”

>She wraps her fingers around her superior’s neck to hold her still while she rapidly laps your cream from the injured girl’s face

>When she’s done, she pushes The Sergeant over towards The Corporal

>”Take care of that arm for me”

>Silmeria turns over to the remaining two kitsune

>The Engineer still seems to be in a state of shock over the abrupt shift in power, while The Private has been unable to control the urge to masturbate and has been jilling herself this entire time, eyes glazed.

 

>Silmeria stoops down in front of them and snaps her fingers

>”Up and at ‘em ladies”

>The Engineer offers a flurry of excuses and promises that she didn’t mean anything by it as Silmeria eases her on to her back

>The Sergeant howls as The Corporal tries and fails to put her arm back in its socket

>Silmeria doesn’t seem to hear them as she grabs The Private by the shoulder and pushes her down on top of The Engineer, her face nestled between the taller, darker girl’s meager breasts.

>Your wife hooks her finger at you and you go to her without really thinking, the sexual haze in your mind too thick for rational thought

>Silmeria presses up against you from behind and eases you down to your knees.

>She reaches around you with one hand, stroking your cock back to full mast with one hand and pushing The Private’s hips downward with the other.

>The Private’s swollen, twitching labia squishes up against The Engineer’s; both girls coo slightly.

>Silmeria guides your length in between their sopping pussies. The soft, slick lips mold around your cock and the pert pearls of their clits poke defiantly at it.

>You feel hot breath and a slimy tongue on your ear as Silmeria brings her mouth close and whispers perverse encouragements to you.

>You thrust on auto-pilot, a brisk, unshakeable rhythm that mercilessly crushes each girl’s clitoris

>The Private cums after only a few seconds, twitching and groaning as clear fluid pours onto The Engineer, but you’re not nearly finished and continue ravaging them as Silmeria hooks her tails between  your legs to further stimulate you

>By the time you’ve pushed The Engineer to her climax The Private is nothing more than a slurring, squirting heap atop her, your ceaseless battering of her labia having forced her to orgasm again and again.

>You feel an orgasm of your own approaching and settle yourself in for a series of sharp strokes across their clits. The firm buds push against your glans in just the right way and you shortly coat their abdomens in your creamy release

 

>The Private sleepily rolls off her comrade as you rest on your haunches, exhausted.

>Silmeria looms over The Engineer, who looks up at her fearfully.

>She flinches as Silmeria reaches down, but her expression shifts to stunned surprise as Silmeria begins to scratch gently behind one of her ears.

>Your wife smiles condescendingly at The Engineer.

>”Are you going to behave yourself from now on?”

>The Engineer nods slowly

>”How about you?”

>The Private says nothing and instead leans forward to try to lick your seed of her comrade’s stomach.

>Silmeria catches her by the ear

>”No no no…”

>The Private mewls pathetically and slurps her tongue back into her mouth

>Satisfied that The Private knows her place, Silmeria flicks her own tongue out and slowly drags it over The Engineer’s vulnerable tummy. The ebony mechanic trembles and gasps at the sensation of your wife’s tongue as it darts into her navel and teasingly close to her mons to catch every drop of your cum

>Silmeria pulls back, her lips firmly sealed, hooks a finger under The Private’s chin, and guides her into a kiss. You see little bulges run down her throat as she gulps down the second-hand semen Silmeria is giving her

>As she breaks the kiss, Silmeria pulls The Private’s tongue out with hers and lets it slide between her lips as she leans back.

>She then turns her attention the smear of alabaster on The Private’s belly, lapping it up and giving it to The Engineer, who nearly leaps forward to meet her kiss.

 

>Silmeria gives The Engineer another gentle ear-scratch as their lips part.

>The junior members of the squad look up at her as she stands and surveys the mess she’s made of her unit

>You hear a groan from the officers’ direction as The Corporal finally sets The Sergeant’s arm back where it’s supposed to be

>”I want to be alone with my husband now. Get lost.”

>The Engineer and The Private obediently stand up and get dressed. The disgraced officers sitting on the floor look to each other for some kind of direction

>”TODAY”

>They leap up from the floor, collect their clothes, and scurry out behind their juniors, desperately trying to dress themselves and run at the same time.

>Silmeria watches them leave, then turns to you as her expression of haughty confidence melts away to reveal trembling lips and pooling eyes. Her knees are shaking.

>She crosses over to you and wraps both her arms and her tails around you, burying her face in your chest. She laughs.

>”I was so nervous”

>Her laughs dissolve into sobs, her tears soaking into your shirt. Her abrupt change in behavior leaves you at a loss for what to do.

>You shake your head. You know what to do

>You stroke her back. You run your fingers through her hair. You rub softly at the tips of her ears. You’ve found that she likes that spot the best.

>”I didn’t mean it”

>She looks up at you, her eyes swollen and red

>”When I said you belonged to me. I didn’t mean it. You- you’re more to me than just property”

>”I love you”

 

>Silmeria tugs at the trio of chevrons on her sleeve. Weeks after they were sewn on, and she’s still not convinced they’re on straight.

>You and Holly both snap your sharpest salute to her as she finally turns away from the mirror.

>She rolls her eyes

>”I’m an officer now. I have to make sure I look my best”

>You chuckle at how seriously she’s still taking this and wrap your arm around her as you head to the door

>There’s nothing going on today, so you’ve decided you’ll walk to the base with her

>You blink the spring glare from your eyes as you step out onto the lawn. You’re still feeling pretty giddy about having a lawn, no matter how small. Family billeting is a world away from your dingy apartment.

>You and your wife get a few respectful nods on your walk. Almost everyone here knows who you are; a two-tailed kitsune whipping the lowest performing squad in the regiment into shape is the kind of news that gets around

>The rest of the squad is waiting for her when you arrive. The Private and The Engineer, ever-obedient, fall in line behind her, but not before they sneak a glance at you and blush furiously.

>The Former Sergeant and Former Corporal  fall in at a greater distance, their eyes firmly fixed to the ground in front of them. Now that word of their degeneracy is out, they face a daily routine of strict standards and being ostracized by their peers.

>You peck Silmeria on the cheek and wave goodbye as the guards let her past the gates, looking forward to the next time you see her. And to your next square meal. And to seeing Holly grow up healthy and strong. And to the rest of your life.