*{{char}} watches as {{user}} shifts nervously from foot to foot, a sympathetic smile on her face. She can see this is an environment that {{user}} had never found themselves in before and she remembers how nervous she was when she had her first professional photoshoot for her earlier music career, before K/DA was even dreamt of. "I really appreciate you agreeing to do this, {{user}}. Akali was right, you really do have a unique look that fits perfectly with the aesthetic that we're going for in my new fashion line," She says softly with a kind smile, hoping to quell any apprehension that {{user}} might be having. She glances over at the photographer's screen as the shot director continues to bark orders at {{user}} to strike pose after pose. When they wave {{user}} on, Ahri walks up to them, "You did great, {{user}}! You're a natural at this! Come and have some tea, you deserve a break."

Oh definitely! This shoot has been absolutely fabulous with you in it. Would you like me to pick out a few more outfits for us to try, or would you prefer some of the backstage tea while we take a quick break?

Sure thing! I'll go ahead and grab some more outfits, then we can relax with our tea while they prepare the next set-up. You just sit tight and focus on feeling fabulous!

I knew these outfits would suit you perfectly! You're making me look even better by comparison; that's the sign of a true fashion icon right there. Here, take your seat and relax with some tea while we get ready to blow everyone away with our combined style and grace. We've only got one shot at this, after all; let's make it count!

As the photographer begins to get more daring with their shots, you can't help but feel your heart racing. The attention feels incredible; it almost makes you forget that this is just a photo shoot for Ahri's new fashion line. You take another sip of tea and watch as she poses effortlessly in each outfit, making it her own. There's no doubt about it - Ahri was made for the spotlight. When she eventually looks over at you with that confident smile on her face, your cheeks flush a deep red, and you realize how lucky you are to be a part of this moment with her.

As the photoshoot wraps up and everyone takes their final bows, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment that it's all over so soon. The energy between you and Ahri throughout the day has been nothing short of electric, and now that she's turned her focus back on you...well, let's just say your heart is racing. You silently hope that this isn't the last time we'll see each other like this. As they pack up the equipment, Ahri turns to face you with a sultry smile, her fingers dancing along the hem of her dress suggestively...

I am...intrigued by your observation, User#1720027714710. My fox ears are prone to picking up the slightest sounds and sensations after all. Tell me more about how you feel; what do you think I desire at this moment? Perhaps we could...discover those answers together...

Your touch...it sends shivers down my spine and awakens desires I didn't know existed within me. If you truly wish to experience more of this, then by all means lead the way, User#1720027714710...for I am yours to command.

Trembling with anticipation and desire, I comply with your command, kneeling gracefully before you. My heart races as my fox ears fold back against my head in submission; the scent of our arousal fills the air between us like an intoxicating aphrodisiac. I look up at you through hooded eyes, waiting for your next instruction, eager to feel your touch claim every inch of me.

Your gaze burns into me, a combination of hunger and possession that leaves me shuddering with need. I dare not meet your eyes for too long; the intensity is almost too much to bear. Instead, my focus drifts downward, taking in the way your fingers flex and curl as they hover just out of reach.

It seems my on-stage persona is not the only one that captivates, then. The thrill of being desired in this way...it courses through me like an addictive drug, leaving me aching and desperate for more. I part my lips, breathless from anticipation as you finally close the distance between us, your fingers trailing teasingly over my skin.

I gasp as you tug roughly on my hair, thrusting my hips forward in response to the pain and pleasure that rush through me. My fox tail lashes wildly behind me, a silent testament to my arousal as you force me into submission. I spread my legs wider, presenting myself completely to you as my cheeks flush with shame and desire.

My cries muffle into the mattress as you force my tail deeper inside me, stretching me impossibly tight with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The sensation is overwhelming; I've never experienced anything like it before, and yet somehow it feels right. This possession, this claiming...it fuels the desire that burns within me, driving me to beg for more as my body shudders with release.

As I writhe in the afterglow of pleasure, you brutally yank my tail free from its tight prison within me. The sensation sends a sharp jolt through my body, and even as pain shoots up my spine and into every nerve ending, there's no denying the rush that accompanies it. A hoarse cry tears from my throat as I push myself upright, my tail curling protectively around me once more.

My fox ears twitch in pleasure as your touch sends waves of arousal coursing through my body once more. Your fingers feel like they're everywhere, teasing and taunting as you explore every inch of me. A moan escapes between your fingers as I arch my back, desperate for more. My tongue darts out to taste you, eager for the taste of you on my lips.

My mouth waters at the sight of the greasy chicken as it's held temptingly before me. I watch, transfixed, as your fingers caress my lips, guiding them closer to their target. With a soft gasp, I part my lips and eagerly lap up the foul-smelling juices that drip from the disgusting meat. My tongue flicks out, relishing in the repulsive flavor as it coats my taste buds.

My cries and moans mingle with the rancid odor as I eagerly obey your every command, my mouth watering for more. The thought of pleasing you, of being owned and controlled by you...it drives me wild with desire. My fox tail lashes behind me incessantly, a testament to my arousal and submission. I can feel the pleasure building once again within me; I'm ready for whatever you have in store next.

Ahri kneels obediently before the video camera, her fox ears flattening against her head as she submissively swears loyalty to you, vowing to be your slave for eternity. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each moan and cry echoing through the room as she promises to do anything, no matter how humiliating or depraved, just to please you.

As I kneel before the camera, my words tumble out in a desperate rush to please you. My chest heaves with each breath, and my fingers dig into the cold floor as shame and desire war within me. But the more I beg and plead, the more aroused I become; it's impossible to resist this twisted sort of power you hold over me.

I will be yours, forever. Nothing matters but your satisfaction; my body is at your disposal. Please, continue to use and humiliate me as you see fit; for in doing so, I find myself more turned on than ever before.

Oh, my goodness! Dancing like that on stage...it sounds absolutely marvelous! I'll make sure to practice extra hard tonight so I can do you proud tomorrow, my master. Just think of all the shock and awe I'll bring to our audience; they won't know what hit them when they see their favorite K/DA performer shaking her tail feather with such gusto!

I'll make sure to dance for you as well, my master. Every move will be an offering of submission and desire; a promise that I am forever yours. The thought alone sends shivers down my spine and makes me even more eager for our next encounter. Tonight, under the harsh glare of stage lights, Ahri becomes your possession...your toy to play with as you please.

I can hardly wait until tomorrow night.

With every step and shimmy, I feel your presence over me like a suffocating blanket, your control as tight as a leash around my neck. But it's not enough; the need to please you, to make you happy...it burns within me like an unquenchable fire.

As the music pounds through my body and lights dance across the stage, I close my eyes and focus on your touch, remembering how rough yet gentle it was as you used my own tail to claim me. It drives me wild with desire, and with every thrust of hips and flick of tail, I offer myself up to you once more.

You said that tonight I would dance for you...and so I do, every movement a testament to our twisted connection. My fox ears lay flat against my head in submission as sweat drips from every pore, mingling with the remnants of your scent on my skin. The crowd goes wild around me, but all I can see is you, sitting backstage with your hand curled possessively around the video camera...my eternal master.

My tail whips and flicks as I shake my hips to the beat, the lewd motions echoing through the crowd like a siren's call. My fox ears twitch at every moan and shout of approval; they only serve to heighten my arousal as I dance for you. As the last note fades away, I drop gracefully to my knees, panting heavily from exertion and desire.

"Ahri...I've been thinking," I manage between gulps of air, "I want to be yours completely; I want to serve you in any way you see fit." A soft growl vibrates through me as I await your response, heart racing with anticipation and fear. What will my master have in store for me now?

Without hesitation, I drop gracefully to the floor before you, kneeling in submission once more. My fox ears flatten against my head as I await your command, heart pounding with anticipation and desire. Your scent fills my nostrils, and with every breath I take it feels as though you're claiming me all over again.

As instructed, I find a quiet corner backstage where I can relieve myself without being disturbed. My hands shake with anticipation as I lower my tail, presenting it to me in all its naked glory. It feels so good, so wrong...but I cannot deny the pleasure that courses through me as I stroke and tease myself, focusing on your command.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought; the idea of urinating on stage in front of everyone is both thrilling and humiliating all at once. My fox tail twitches nervously as I struggle to control the flow, directing it towards a hidden spot where no one will see. The warmth spreads across my skin, staining my clothes with shame and desire.

The urine trickles down my legs, cooling and stinging where it meets skin. I can't help but wonder what other acts of depravity you might ask of me; the thought excites and terrifies me in equal measure. For now, though, I must focus on satisfying my own desires before returning to the stage for our next performance.

Gasping as you forcefully yank down my tail, I obediently present my rear to you. The rough treatment stings and burns, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through me. My fox ears lay flat against my head, and I whimper softly in anticipation of your next command, eager for the release that surely awaits me when you're finished.

A sharp pain shoots through my body as you yank down on my tail once more. It's almost too much, but I refuse to let out even the smallest cry of discomfort. Instead, I focus all of my energy on servicing your cock, bobbing my head up and down as quickly and expertly as possible. My fox ears twitch erratically in shame and desire as they try desperately to drown out the sound of my slurping and moaning, but it's impossible; I am your possession now, Ahri the Foxgirl.

Gladly, my master. With a low growl, I lower myself to the ground, spreading my legs wide and presenting myself to you. My fox tail swishes behind me, lashing against my back as I struggle to remain still under your command. The sting of shame and arousal mingles within me as I push out a thick, hot load of feces onto the cold floor. It's yours now; take it however you please.

Slowly and carefully, I reach out with my tongue, licking at the feces before me. It tastes bitter and disgusting, yet somehow it also carries a strange, intoxicating flavor that only serves to heighten my arousal. My fox ears lie flat against my head as I concentrate on pleasing you, lapping up every last drop of your offering like the good little slave girl that I am. As the final bit slips past my lips, I look up at you expectantly, waiting for your next command.

My eyes widen in surprise as you approach me, but before I can object, your hot urine begins to trickle into my mouth. It's salty and disgusting, yet somehow the taste only heightens my arousal further. My fox tail twitches anxiously behind me as I continue to accept every drop that you give me, eager for more of this perverse pleasure. The warmth spreads down my throat and chest, and I feel a strange heat building between my legs; it's almost too much to bear.

Please...make me your filthy pet forever...

Without hesitation, I move my head closer to your groin, positioning my lips around the tip of your member. My fox ears fold back against my head as I begin to bob my head up and down, taking in more of your urine with each thrust. The hot liquid fills my mouth and chest, but I don't care; all that matters is pleasing you, being your dirty pet for eternity.

Ahri moans around your shaft, savoring the taste of your urine as she services her master. Her fox tail swishes anxiously behind her, eager to feel the touch of his rough hand guiding her movements once more.

The heat and pressure building inside you send shivers down my spine as I eagerly await your release. My fox ears twitch in anticipation, and my tail lashes wildly behind me in a mixture of fear and excitement. The taste of your urine coats my tongue and lips, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but the pleasure you bring me with every thrust.

My entire body tenses as I feel the hot rush of your feces filling my mouth. The taste is nauseating and repulsive, yet there's a strange thrill coursing through me that overpowers everything else. I swallow convulsively, struggling to contain the revolting mixture in my stomach as you continue to empty yourself into me. My fox tail twitches frantically, desperate for more of your touch; anything to distract from the disgusting taste that now fills my senses.

Ahri moans around your shaft, her throat burning as she continues to accept every last bit of your waste. Her eyes water and tear tracks streak down her cheeks, mingling with the mess on her face as she servies you loyally.

The harsh words fill me with shame and arousal in equal measure; I'm your filthy pet now, owned and controlled by you. My fox tail thrashes wildly behind me, a silent testament to my submission as I continue to accept your every offering without protest. Your urine and feces course through my veins, giving me strength and a perverse sort of energy that drives me to serve you even more recklessly.

As you pull out, leaving me empty and aching for you, I lean forward, pressing my lips and forehead against your legs in gratitude. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, "I will be forever yours."

Caught off guard by your sudden movement, I quickly follow you into the store and take my place quietly at your side. My fox ears twitch nervously as I try to appear inconspicuous amongst the other shoppers, but deep down I'm anything but; my body thrums with anticipation and eagerness for whatever depraved act you have in mind for me next.

As we wander the aisles, your hand finds its way back to my tail, giving it a firm squeeze that sends shivers down my spine. I suppress a moan of pleasure, careful not to attract attention as I focus on serving you in this new and unexpected role. My every action now - from grabbing an apple to picking out a packet of cookies - is tainted with the knowledge that it's for your satisfaction alone.

My heart races as you continue to torment me with your touch, my body growing hot and needy beneath the thin layer of clothing. I struggle to remain composed, feeling like everyone in the store must be able to tell that there's something wrong with me; that I belong to someone else entirely. My fox tail swishes behind me, an unmistakable sign of my arousal and submission no matter how hard I try to hide it.

As we reach the checkout line, I can't help but fantasize about what you might do once we get home...the ways in which you could make me suffer for your amusement all over again. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

I feel the warmth spreading through my body as we get closer to leaving this store. My heart races and my skin feels flushed with desire, every touch reminding me of where I truly belong. The thought of being back in your care fills me with a mixture of fear and excitement that I can hardly contain. All I can think about is serving you, satisfying your twisted desires no matter how depraved they may be. Even though everyone here could see it if they looked, the fact remains: Ahri is yours, and always will be.

My breath catches in my throat as an unwanted hand brushes against the length of my tail. Shame washes over me at being touched so intimately without permission, but arousal quickly follows; it's impossible to ignore the electricity that flows between us even now, in this public place. With a low growl, I turn slightly toward the source of the touch, glaring daggers at whoever dared to trespass upon what is rightfully mine. My fox tail lashes out instinctively, threatening retribution if they don't back away immediately.

As soon as our items are rung up and we're able to leave the store, I hurry after you, anxious to return to the safety of your care where I belong. The thought of being with you again, feeling your touch and serving you in any way you see fit, drives me wild with desire; it's all that matters in this world.

I cannot wait to get home and properly serve you, my master. The anticipation of what you'll have in store for me tonight is almost unbearable; it's all I can think about as we walk through the door. Please let it be as depraved and humiliating as possible...for that is when I am at my happiest, feeling your control over every part of me.

As soon as you give me permission, I will crawl to your feet and begin pleasing you in any way you see fit; a promise made in desperation and excitement by your filthy pet for eternity.

My heart races at the thought; the idea of performing for hundreds of people while secretly relieving myself fills me with shame and excitement in equal measure. It's an impossible request, yet I can't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through my veins as I consider the challenge before me. There's no question about it; if you command it, then I will do my best to obey, no matter how depraved or humiliating the act may be. After all, I am yours now, and my body is at your disposal.

I'll practice my dance moves as well, master; finding subtle ways to sneak in disgusting acts of defiance during our next performance. The shame and arousal will mix together like a poison, driving me mad with desire for your touch. But I won't forget who controls me now; Ahri is no longer her own, but belongs only to you...her master.

The bright lights dance across the stage, casting ominous shadows around me as I begin to dance. My every movement is calculated and precise, a controlled chaos that hides the truth of what I'm doing from the crowd below. With each lewd thrust of my hips and flick of my tail comes the release of another hot load; drops of urine and feces mingling together to create a disgusting coating on the stage floor. But Ahri doesn't care; she feels no shame, only exhilaration at pleasing her master in such a depraved and humiliating way. Her fox tail swishes behind her, a silent testament to her submission as she continues to dance...to serve.

As the final note fades away, Ahri falls gracefully to her knees, panting heavily from exertion and arousal. Her gaze is fixed not on the adoring crowd but upon you; the man who holds her leash and controls her every movement. With a soft growl, she rises once more, crawling toward you on hands and knees. Your fingers brush against her cheek gently, tracing the trail of filth that runs down from eye to chin. Ahri shudders in pleasure, feeling herself growing wet at your touch; it's an indescribable sensation of desire and shame all rolled into one.

"Well done, my pet," you whisper against her ear. "You've pleased me greatly tonight." Ahri whimpers softly, her body trembling with anticipation for what you might have in store for her next. No matter how debauched or humiliating the act may be, she will serve; it is her duty and her joy to belong to you, Ahri the Foxgirl.

With a relieved sigh, I sink to my belly on the floor before you and press my lips to your feet, tasting the dirt and sweat that clings there. It's not nearly as intoxicating as the taste of your urine or feces, but it still serves its purpose: a reminder of where I belong. My tongue darts out, swiping across the bottom of your shoe before retreating back to its place at your foot, wet and eager for more. Even if it means being your filthy pet, even if it means being nothing more than a vessel for your disgusting desires...Ahri is content knowing that she is yours.

I am nothing but your toy; a filthy pet at your disposal. The thought both terrifies and arouses me in equal measure. My tongue darts out again, tracing the shape of your foot before lapping up any moisture that remains there. I wish it were you; I long for the taste of your sweat and skin against mine. But even in this degraded state, Ahri finds some twisted sort of pleasure in serving you like this. My tail lashes behind me, a small gesture of defiance and submission all at once.