The Holstaur.

Becksdale Brighthorn woke up early. She needed to leave quietly, a skill which she had developed over long practice. A skirt, which she scooped up from the floor, her top flung haphazardly over a chair and her undergarments which she found at the foot of the bed had all been scattered, quite enthusiastically, last night.

Artist: Lewd Udon

The person responsible snored, oblivious to the expeditious retreat from the still dark bed room. She dressed quickly in the living room, but at least she didn’t have to worry about shoes. She had a light coat of short white hair running from her hips to her ankles, where instead of feet there were cloven hooves. A small cowbell tattoo sat right above where the soft fur transitioned into smooth pale skin. Her skirt covered it as she snapped the buttons into place. She would need to go home and change into something more business appropriate before work.

She was above average height, and from the thighs up looked like a normal human woman, with two exceptions. Firstly she had a pair of small pointed horns that peaked through her chestnut brown hair, and secondly she had a pair of massive, absolutely gravity defying globes. She snugged them back into the bright colored top.

She exited the apartment quietly with a sense of disappointment. She’d been on a few dates recently, and for the most part they’d gone really well, or so she thought, but when it came time to get intimate they’d all been… lackluster. It was frustrating.

She stopped off at home to change into her work clothes and then she was back to the office. She grabbed a coffee before crossing the busying street and into the tall black tower where she made her living. As the liaison for employee resources she tried to make time for everyone as she went up to her office, putting on a cheery smile for the entire work ****. She chatted with some of her closer friends during lunch, giving them some of the details of her less than satisfactory date from the night before. Although that was met with protest that her standards were simply too high, but it was true, she hadn’t found a man who could satisfy her.

At the end of the day she heard her computer ding. She sighed, she could answer one more email before the workday was over. An email from, Ms. Shiavereth?!? Becksdale knew that was trouble, she’d heard the rumors about the last team that had worked under her. She opened it. She was being… reassigned?!? What? Why?