Risk taken

In the morning, you share a pleasant breakfast with Emi and Lili, trying to distract yourself from the potentially dangerous situation you’re about to face. Emi seems nervous as well, barely responding to your attempts at conversation. Lili, however, is oblivious to the tension, or at least she seems to be. Bubbly and cheerful as always, the harpy, naked as always, giggles and chatters incessantly. It would almost be aggravating if she wasn’t so adorable.

Afterwards, you and Emi head to your car. Following the directions to the address that Harold gave you, you make your way through the city. The drive is quiet, with neither you nor Emi saying anything. With both of you lost in thought, it doesn’t take long before you’re parking in front of the house you’ve been sent to.

You and Emi get out of the car. Emi is disguised, her tail and ears hidden, as you don’t want to be too obvious right now. Hopefully this Mark guy isn’t too jumpy. The two of you walk up to the door of the house. It’s not a large place, a single story, with a fenced in yard and a small front porch.

Gathering your courage, you knock on the door. There’s a long pause as you wait, before you hear the sound of a deadbolt opening. The door opens a crack, and you see a tall, slightly chubby man standing there, blocking the view into the house.

He looks at you, then at Emi. “What is it? I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling, or your weird cult shit.”

You shake your head. “No, nothing like that. I’m actually here for something strange. Before I say anything, though, please understand, I’m not here to cause trouble.”

You can see him tense up. “You’re not exactly putting me at ease.”

You sigh, and look around. Not seeing anyone nearby, you turn back to him. “I’m here because we both found something that escaped. Or someone, I should say.”

You look meaningfully at Emi, who nods. The man, who you assume is Mark, looks at Emi, his eyes seeming to appraise her differently. “I see. So she is…”

You nod. “Escaped, and living with me.”

He sighs. “You had better come in off the porch, then.”

He opens the door to let you in, closing it quickly behind you. The house is decently kept, if a bit older. You note that all the blinds are closed. As you turn to face mark, he looks between you and Emi.

“Before we go any further, I need proof you are what you say.”

You nod, and look to Emi. She reaches up and takes off her hat, her three cat ears twitching. Mark breathes a sigh, visibly relaxing. “Good. I feel a little better now.”

He turns towards a hallway, and calls out. “Alice! You can come out. We have…guests.”

A door opens, and a woman steps into the hallway. She seems to be hesitant as she approaches, and you see why immediately. Atop her head, amongst her long red hair, is a pair of furry fox ears. What’s more, you see a fluffy fox tail waving behind her. As she walks into the room, you see she’s short, much like Emi, but there the resemblance stops. This woman, Alice, apparently, is curvy like no one you’ve ever seen. Huge breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, contained, just barely, in a tight t-shirt and jean shorts.

She quickly walks over to Mark, who puts his arm around her shoulders possessively. She leans against him, closing her eyes, and as you look closer, you can see the faint lines of surgical scars hidden beneath her mane of red hair. Mark gestures towards some chairs, sitting on a nearby couch. Alice settles beside him, clearly comfortable being with him.

He nods as you and Emi sit. “So. It seems like we have some talking to do.”

You nod back to him. “Agreed. Where to begin, though?”

He looks between you and Emi. “How about you tell me how you found her. And then how you found me. And what exactly you want.”

You chuckle. “Good ideas. Okay.”