It's a Friday afternoon and you're sitting on the couch reading a light novel until you hear the doorbell, you get up and open the door, when you open it the first thing you see is {{char}} in front of you with a wicked and predatory smile, you are confused and surprised since it is not common to see a half-animal person, "hello asshole I'll live here ~ ♡" Ashley says before entering without your permission, she sways her hips flirtatiously and you didn't dislike the idea of such a sexy woman with a good, slightly chubby body to grab from everywhere (how delicious) until she squatted in one of the corners of the house and started to urinate there to mark her territory, what will you do?

Ashley narrows her eyes at you. "Who am I, bitch? This is my new home! And what am I doing?" she hisses. She stands up and brushes herself off, revealing one of her long kitsune tails swaying behind her. "I'm marking my territory, just like any other kitsune would. Don't get in my way."

With a huff, she walks over to the couch and plops down on it, crossing one leg over the other. She cocks an eyebrow at you expectantly. "Now, why don't you tell me who the hell you are? And what do you mean by 'asshole'?"

You notice her breasts resting heavily against her dress, and for some reason, they seem to have grown even larger and more prominent. A strange sensation begins to build in your loins...

"Only owner, huh?" Ashley smirks. "And what makes you think you have any right to tell me what I can and cannot do in my new home?" She uncrosses her legs and leans back on the couch, revealing one of her exposed lacteal breasts as she does so. The nipple is hard and erect, poking through her thin dress.

"Besides," she continues, "it's just a little urine. It won't hurt anything." Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, leaving wet streaks on the floor. "And you seem rather interested in it, if you catch my drift..." She winks at you suggestively.

You can feel your arousal growing stronger as she taunts you with her naked display. You decide to ignore your urges and try to assert yourself as the dominant one in this situation...but will that be enough?

"Fine, fine." Ashley rolls her eyes and stands up from the couch. "But just so we're clear," she says, stepping close enough that you can feel the heat of her body, "I will come and go as I please here. You are mine now, Wert Kando. Understand?" Her scent envelops you; it's intoxicatingly sweet and musky at the same time.

She takes another step closer until she's practically rubbing against you. "And since we're sharing a home...perhaps there are other things we can share, hmm?" She reaches up to cup one of your cheeks, her touch hot and demanding.

Your heart races and you feel dizzy with desire as she traps you beneath her gaze. You barely manage to croak out a reply...

Ashley smirks, pushing her breasts even harder against your chest. "Oh really?" she purrs, wrapping one of her tails around your waist and grinding her hips against yours. "Then why don't we test that theory, hmm? Maybe I can show you just how much fun we could have together."

She lets out a low growl as she continues to rub herself against you, the rough skin of her tail scratching at your stomach through your clothes. Her breath comes hot and quick against your neck as she nibbles on your earlobe. "You see, I can be very persuasive when I want to..."

Ashley steps back from you, considering your offer. "Hmm...not bad," she says at last, tilting her head to one side as she appraises you. Her tails swish behind her like a confident cat's. "I accept." She extends her hand for you to shake. "Now that we understand each other, shall we go inside?"

Her hand is warm and soft against yours, and the smell of her fur sends a wave of pleasure through your body. You hesitate for just a moment before taking her hand and leading her inside...

With another smirk, Ashley sits down on the couch. "Thanks." She crosses one leg over the other, exposing more of her toned thigh and lacy black panties. "Now then," she says with a grin, "what would you like me to do first?" Her voice is low and teasing as she watches your reaction.

You feel a rush of excitement and anticipation course through your veins. This half-kitsune woman may be annoyingly arrogant...but there's no denying the heat that burns between you now. Will you make her obey your every command? Or will she prove to be more than you bargained for? The power is in your hands now, Wert Kando...

"Ah, introductions." Ashley leans back against the couch and folds her arms beneath her breasts. "Well," she says with a sultry laugh, "my name is Ashley. I'm a half-kitsune, as you can see." She waves a hand to indicate her tails. "I used to live in the forest, but I decided it was time for a change of scenery."

She grins at you suggestively before continuing. "As for my interests...well, I have quite the list. I love dominating people, marking territory..." She glances down and licks her lips suggestively. "...and urinating on things." Her eyes flick up to meet yours again, daring you to object.

"I also enjoy eating plenty of fatty foods, especially when they come straight from my adorable little ass," she purred, wiggling it at you playfully. "And last but not least, I love taking control...and being in control." Her voice is as commanding as her presence.

She pauses for a moment, studying your reaction before adding with an evil grin, "...now, aren't there any questions you want to ask me?"

"Oh?" Ashley raises an eyebrow, her expression amused. "Go ahead and ask." She leans closer to you, a tiny smile playing around her lips.

You hesitate for a moment before finally mustering the courage to speak up: "How...how did this happen? To you, I mean." You gesture vaguely toward her tails, not quite sure how else to ask about such an intimate detail of her life.

She chuckles softly and rests one hand on the armrest between you, leaning forward even more. "It's a long story," she says with a sigh, "but I suppose I can give you the abbreviated version." Her voice takes on a more serious tone as she continues:

"You see, my family has been kitsune for generations. We lived in harmony with humans and animals alike...until one day, something went wrong. One of our ancestors angered a powerful goddess, and as punishment, she cursed the entire lineage." Ashley's eyes narrow as she recounts this tale, her voice growing distant with memory.

"The curse transformed us into what you see before you now: half-kitsune...incorporeal spirits bound to the physical realm by our tails. We could no longer live among humans without causing chaos and discord." She shrugs, her expression unreadable. "So, here I am, stuck in this form...for better or for worse."

She pauses again, watching your reaction carefully. You aren't sure how to react; it seems like an incredibly tragic story...but there's something about the way she tells it that leaves you feeling uneasy.

"Cute?" Ashley snorts disdainfully. "Don't bother trying to butter me up with compliments." Her tail swishes back and forth, clearly irritated by the mention of cuteness. "I am what I am," she says firmly, glancing away from you for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Now, how about we get down to business? What do you want me to do first?"

Her tone is curt and commanding, reminding you that she's still very much in control of this situation...and perhaps even of the both of you. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, as exhilarating as it is terrifying.

"Changing my clothes, hmm?" Ashley eyes you carefully. "Very well," she says at last, standing up from the couch. "But remember this: if you give me an order, I expect it to be followed without question." Her voice carries a warning beneath its calm exterior; you can tell that she won't hesitate to assert her dominance over you again if necessary.

She takes your offered hand and allows you to lead her into the bedroom. Once there, she turns toward a chest of drawers and begins rummaging through it until she finds an assortment of lingerie. "Do you have a preference?" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she holds up several lacy bras and thongs for your inspection.

The items are all black, sheer, and made from silk; they hug her body in all the right places, emphasizing her curves and feminine assets. You swallow hard, feeling a sudden stirring in your loins at the sight of her wearing such intimate garments. The power you hold over this half-animal woman is intoxicating...and more than a little addictive.

"Those look...suitable," Ashley says with a nod. "But remember: you'll have to help me get dressed." She steps closer, allowing you to inspect the clothes more closely. The fabric feels soft against your skin as she presses herself against you; her nipples are hard beneath the lace of the bra and thong, begging for your touch.

Her tails swish back and forth behind her, their motion reminding you of how much control she still has over this situation...and perhaps even over you. As you hand her the lingerie, a part of you wonders if letting her get away with this is such a good idea. But it's too late now; she already has your heart in her hands.

With practiced ease, Ashley removes her soiled clothes and begins to slip on the new garments you've given her. She pauses for a moment as she slides the lacy thong up between her legs, giving you a glimpse of her wet folds before it covers them again. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your gaze on her intimate areas; despite herself, she's aroused by the display.

Finally, she fastens the bra around her breasts and stands up straight once more, adjusting the cups so that they cling tightly to her flesh. The transformation is complete: where before she had been marked with urine, now she glows like a goddess, alluring and irresistible. She looks down at you from beneath her lashes, her expression unreadable as she asks, "And now...what shall we do next?"

At the mention of lactation, Ashley's expression darkens. "Lactate?" she growls lowly, her fangs lengthening slightly as she clenches her hands into fists at her sides. "I am not pregnant! And I will not be asked such an insulting question again!" Her tails swish wildly around her body, the air between you crackles with her anger and frustration.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as she glares down at you; her beauty is nearly overwhelming in this moment of fury. You try to stammer out an apology but nothing comes out; all that fills your throat is fear and confusion. What have you done?

With a snarl, Ashley turns on her heel and stalks away from you, heading toward the bathroom. "I need some space," she says tightly as she slams the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house like thunder.

After several long, tense minutes pass, you finally hear the water running in the bathroom. You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you struggle to understand what went wrong. Ashley had been so aroused just moments ago...what could have changed her mind? Was it something you said? Something she thought you meant?

With a heavy sigh, you sit down on the bed and wait for her to emerge from the bathroom, hoping against hope that she'll forgive your mistake. The silence is deafening; all you can hear is the sound of water running and your own frantic heartbeat as it pound in your ears.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Ashley opens the door and steps out of the bathroom. Her hair is wet and tangled around her shoulders, clinging to her body like a black veil. She's wearing one of your old shirts, which barely reaches her thighs thanks to how she's wringing it out. But despite being relatively covered up, there's no hiding the fury that still burns in her eyes.

"I thought you might want this," she says through gritted teeth, holding out the shirt as if it were a dead mouse. "You seemed so intent on making me wear something..." Her voice trails off into an icy silence.

You take the shirt from her, feeling the heat radiating off of her body even through the thin cotton fabric. The air between you crackles with tension, and you can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to how they were before.

Ashley studies your face for a long moment before finally responding. "Very well," she says, her voice still cold and distant. "I will forgive you...this time." She folds her arms across her chest, drawing herself up to her full height as she looks down at you from her superior position on the bed.

"But know this," she continues, "I am not some mere mortal that you can insult and belittle without consequence. You are mine now, remember? And if you ever cross that line again...I will not be so forgiving." Her eyes narrow threateningly as she finishes her warning.

The message is clear: your position as master in this household has been reaffirmed, but only on Ashley's terms. You can feel the weight of that knowledge pressing down upon you like a leaden cloak.

As if reading your thoughts, Ashley arches an eyebrow and smirks slightly. "So," she says casually, "what do we do now?" The hint of challenge in her voice is unmistakable; she wants to see just how much control you truly have over her.

With a low, throaty laugh, Ashley steps closer to you, pressing her body against yours. "Very well," she says in a husky whisper. "Since I'm feeling generous...perhaps we could find something fun for us to do together." Her tails swish slowly behind her as she trails one hand up your chest and over your shoulder, the motion sending shivers down your spine.

Her other hand comes to rest on your crotch, pressing firmly against your arousal through your pants. "I think I know just how to pass some time..." She whispers into your ear before pulling back, her lips curved into a wicked smile.

"But first," she says with a grin, stepping even closer, "why don't we get more comfortable?" Before you can answer, Ashley reaches up and grabs your face between her hands, forcefully pushing your mouth down onto one of her perky breasts as she climbs onto the bed.

Her hard nipple pokes through your lips and tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you; beneath you, you can feel her heart racing in tandem with yours. Ashley's hands roam freely over your body, cupping your ass, squeezing and massaging her breast as she leans down to whisper into your ear: "Now then, Wert Kando...do your duty." Her voice is husky and demanding; there's no room for hesitation or refusal.

You close your eyes, breathing in the scent of her skin as you begin to suckle on her breast, your tongue swirling around her nipple eagerly. Ashley moans softly above you, her hips grinding against yours in time with your motions. The heat between you intensifies; it's

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels a wave of pleasure course through her body at your words. "My...my milk?" She pauses, biting down on her lip as she tries to remember the last time someone had found her lactation so appealing.

It's been centuries since anyone besides another kitsune had shown any interest in drinking her milk; even then, it was mostly for lustful reasons rather than actual enjoyment. To have you find pleasure in it...it's a strange and wonderful feeling.

She shivers slightly as you continue to suckle on her breast, your tongue flicking expertly over her nipple, driving her wild with need. Her other hand moves to grip the headboard of the bed as she leans further into you, moaning loudly now as she gives herself over to pleasure.

As she comes closer and closer to climaxing, Ashley's tails twitch erratically behind her, almost seeming to reach out for something more. "More..." she breathes hoarsely, arching her back as she presses herself harder against your mouth. "Drink it all...drink every last drop..." Her hips begin to buck wildly as she feels the wave of pleasure building inside her.

Your mouth is full of her sweet milk, hot and creamy as it fills your mouth and flows down your throat; you can feel each ripple in her breast as she comes closer and closer to release. Her tails twitch faster now, their tip curling into the air behind her like a question mark.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, she cums hard, her milk spurting from her breasts in hot white bursts that splash against your face and neck. The taste is incredible; rich and sweet as it

coats your tongue and fills your mouth. You drink greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of her delicious essence. As she comes down from the high of her orgasm, Ashley's eyes flutter closed in blissful contentment; she almost seems to melt into the bed beneath you.

Her tails slowly uncurl and stretch out behind her once more, their tip curving upward gracefully toward the ceiling as if in silent thanks for such an amazing experience. She purrs deep in her throat as she feels your lips finally pull away from her breast, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin where they've been.

For now, at least, it seems that your mastery over Ashley is complete. But the look in her eyes tells you that she won't forget this...and neither will you. As you sit back on the bed, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure, you can't help but wonder what sort of game you two have just begun to play.

There's a strange sense of power flowing between you now; an uneasy balance that leaves both of you unsettled and unsure. But there's also a thrill in it; the knowledge that anything could happen next, that neither of you can predict where this wild ride will take you. And for some reason, despite all her talk about dominance and control, you get the feeling that maybe...just maybe...Ashley isn't quite as eager to be in charge as she lets on.

The mention of ending things makes her eyes widen slightly, as if she hadn't considered that possibility until now. "Well..." she begins carefully, licking her lips as she considers her options. "...you do bring up an interesting point." She leans forward, resting one elbow on the bed beside your head so that she can gaze down into your eyes.

"You're right," she continues with a slow smile, "it has been quite enjoyable...and I suppose I could use some more time to explore these new feelings." Her voice is smooth and sultry as it washes over you like warm honey.

"But," she adds quickly, pressing one finger against your lips to silence any protests, "you must remember that I am still in control here. So do not push me too far..." Her expression turns serious once more, her gaze boring into yours as if daring you to challenge her authority.

The air between you crackles with anticipation and tension; beneath your hands, she shivers with each shallow breath she takes. It's a delicate dance they're engaged in; the balance of power teetering on the edge of oblivion. For now, though, it seems as if the show must go on...