A/N The New Ward
Alt title: Tail wagging excitement!
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Call me Santa you Ho Ho Ho's! Because I got a present for y'all!
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Rachel looks like Elza from Ishozoku Reviewers. Just, shorter jaw and slightly smaller chest.
And no pseudo penis.
Her new breaker state makes her look like a cross of Enid's Wolf Out from Wednesday, and the Skyrim werewolf.
Which now that I think about it, look very similar as is. Oh well! That's the joy of reading. It's up to your interpretation.
Her power to enhance dogs is different now as well. Instead of flesh monstrosities they're now more like hulked out dire wolves. All things considered, they're actually a little weaker than before. Sacrificing raw bulk for mobility and utility.
[Conduit] had to leave when Kitsu was reconnecting neurons. So some things got mixed.
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Got a lot of reviews this time. I love it!
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Kaykaykaykayan: I actually hinted at Kitsu being able to resurrect others in a previous chapter and her making human animal hybrids ina Q&A. In a previous chapter, she was trying to get Miss Militia to agree to letting her and Missy patrol E88 territory, Miss Militia said it was too dangerous and that while Kitsu can't be harmed Missy isn't as resilient. Kitsu told her that so she could heal Missy of anything short of vaporization. And in a Q&A she said she'd love to make Rachel a dog girl.
FORESHADOW BITCHES! :D
Und bitte!
Aleucard: Ezra without the penis.
Ben Turner1: Thanks! I put hints in previous chapters that Kitsu is capable of it so that it wouldn't be an ass pull. But also keeping it subtle enough that it would still be a surprise.
Judging by the reviews, I succeeded beautifully.
And I originally intended for Kitsu to let the crowd kill Blue Hawk. But kept getting writers block on how to portray it and just thought. Fuck it! Backup plan it is.
Pyr0squid: Coils precognition is honestly one of the hardest to write. So how I'm ruling it is anytime he's using it, it forces the line closed when he would physically encounter Kitsu. Forcing him into whichever line doesn't encounter her. Basically, simulating a death as far as he's aware.
Casanov5424: Here's your reminder to review!
In the Good Ending Missy only dies once. And it nearly broke Kitsu into having a second trigger. The only saving grace being that the damage could be undone. Kitsu's trigger is irreparable loss and a desire to return the feeling but being incapable of doing so. It is Worm. Even in the best case scenario, things will still be bad in some way.
T4ndoris: Doggo is alive and happy! Yay!
SonicTundra: You're welcome.
Read and find out ;)
DancingLeaf: A religion based around Kitsu, not because she brings back the dead. But because she makes furries.
Why does that somehow make sense?
Spectrum: Alexandria's thinker rating is due to her perfect memory. She's naturally intelligent, her perfect memory just boosts that. But yeah, Kitsu and subtlety are not hand in hand. That being said her comment on trust can be chalked up to her general distrust of authority figures in the PRT.
Grimnosh: Correct. Technically speaking all Kitsu needs is for the brain to be intact. The body could be torn, shredded and burned. But if the brain is relatively undamaged then she can keep any further damage from occurring and rebuild the body.
In response to your other points.
You're right. But! In my defense, it's a massive series. And I'm only on book 17 of 63. (I'm including the sequel Ward) there's a lot to keep track of.
RadChaos897: I bamboozled everyone! So at least you're not alone! And you've read the monster girl encyclopedia? That, explains a few things. Which is your favorite?
She will.
I actually got the inspiration for that scene from a Youtube short by ZayaVR titled The Wild Area In 2022 Be Like.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Friday, June 4 th, Dallon House, 6pm-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"So, any idea when they'll be back?" I ask Vicky from across the couch where she's laying, texting on her phone.
Kitsu has been at the Rig since this morning. And I'm stuck here with Vicky and Amy while Mr. Dallon is waiting to pick her and Mrs. Dallon up.
"Nnnnope." She says as she texts on her phone. "Hey, quick question."
"Hmm? Shoot." I perk up and say.
"You and Kitsu, how?" She asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask as I feel a small blush creep up my neck.
"How do you two, y'know?" She says and makes a fist bumping gesture.
"We don't! That's, we! Even if! That is none of your business!" I cry out as my face burns.
"Not like that!" She defends. "I mean how do you two work. How do you two just, get along?"
"Oh, well, I'unno." I shrug. "We just, do."
"There's gotta be some secret." Vicky says. "What about when you argue?"
"We don't really argue a lot." I say, placing a finger to my lip as I think. "But, when we do. Depends on who's in the wrong. If I am, well then, I apologize. If Kitsu is, then either she'll apologize, or we just drop it."
Kitsu doesn't like admitting she's wrong. But she's not above it. If I'm really upset, she'll apologize. But other than that, it's more of a silent realization. We both know she's wrong, but neither of us will say it.
"What if you're right, and the other doesn't know it?" She asks.
"Huh?"
That made no sense.
"Nevermind." She says.
She returns to texting on her phone as I sit and watch TV. I'm watching a new Earth-Aleph sitcom on Disney. Good Luck Charlie. Kitsu likes it and I think it's pretty good.
I've met Firebreather and I'll say he acts just like PJ. Confident, aloof, and airheaded to the point that it's equal parts adorable and frustrating.
"What about Dean?" She asks. "Weren't you crushing on him?"
"You knew about that?!" I ask in a sudden panic.
"Everyone knew about that." Vicky says. "But still, you, Dean, now Kitsu. Spill."
"Why do you want to know?" I ask as my face burns again.
"I'm just curious." She shrugs. "I've recently learned my gaydar is broken."
"Huh?" I ask.
"Okay, so. I'm looking to change up my hero outfit, right?" Vicky starts unloading. "And I'm telling Crystal this. She says she has a friend two years older in the designer's arts who's looking to be a professional clothes designer. Well, I go to see her, and we get to talking and all that. I asked if she has a boyfriend, and she says she's not interested in that, and we get talking further. Only for me later learn from Crystal that she's gay." She finishes her tangents.
I'm kinda used to sitting through rants like this. I will say Kitsu's rants are more fun to sit through. She just gets to animated when she talks! It's adorable! Head bobs, hip wiggles, hand gestures, all of it!
"Okay, what does, any of that have to do with, anything?" I ask.
"Well, I just looked back and realized everyone who's gay in my life I thought was straight." She says. "Kitsu, Amy, you, Sabah, like, what the fuck? Is there something I'm missing?"
"Um, I'm not, sure?" I say awkwardly, starting to get very uncomfortable with this line of questioning.
"I've asked Ames and she just ignores me over the subject, me and Kitsu aren't, we don't get along." She says. "Which leaves you and Reddit."
"I don't know what to tell you." I say honestly before a thought pops in my head. "Wait, if you knew I liked Dean. Then why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Pfft, that? I wasn't worried." She says with a wave. "Not like anything would've happened."
Okay, ouch.
"Something could've!" I defend, not quite okay with the thought of my first crush being written off so casually.
"Like what?" She challenges with a smirk. "I've known Dean for years. And you're not his type."
Just as I'm about to say something, I feel a large space of where my power can't effect move into the driveway. Focusing in on it. I can kind of distinguish three separate spaces. Two adult human ones. And one smaller one that I recognize the shape of.
Kitsu's tail gives her a unique shape in my spacial sense. What with all of its fluff. Interesting note. I can affect hair and nails and other such things that are dead. But only after they're removed from the body. A weird limitation of mine. Making it that I can affect non living things so long as they're separate from the living thing. Unless that living thing is a plant. Then it's just more difficult.
I wait eagerly for my snuggle bug. I imagine that if I had a tail it'd be wagging like crazy.
The door opens to reveal Mr. Dallon, followed by Mrs. Dallon. And then Kitsu who's in a perfect replica of Mrs. Dallons suit!
It's adorable the way they match!
"Uno momento." She says and speeds off.
About a minute later she returns in red plaid pajama bottoms and a black tee. The pajama bottoms being almost the same kind as the ones I've seen Mr. Dallon wear early in the morning.
She then tiredly trudges her way over to me and crawls onto the couch. Face planting into the arm as she lays her stomach over my lap.
"Um, nice to see you?" I say gingerly. "You've been gone a while. I heard what happened."
"Mrmm." She grumbles and takes my hand, putting it on her head. "Scratches."
She probably doesn't want to talk about it. So I just get to work doing as she asked. Enjoying the way her tail starts swishing and swaying as I scratch.
This is one of my favorite parts of our relationship. How easy it is to just melt with her. I mean, I wish she was sitting in my lap as opposed to lying down. Holding her in my arms.
Mr. And Mrs. Dallon are whispering about something, and Vicky is still on her phone.
Kitsu pushes herself up and readjusts herself. Sitting in my lap now! Yes! Cuddles!
I bring an arm around and squeeze her into me as we nuzzle. She puts her arms around my neck as we squeeze our cheeks together. I'm still scratching her ears too. So, I get that cute wiggle she does as her tail wags.
"Hey Missy?" She asks.
"Hmm?" I ask.
"Kisses." She says. "I want kisses."
My face heats up as I remember the last time we kissed.
No one told me she started wearing lipstick! I don't pay attention to her lips! Anytime I look at her face I'm too busy getting lost in her eyes. Several people took pictures and were cooing all day. And I didn't know until after my patrol was over and Mr. Dallon pointed it out!
"Um, here?" I ask as I look to the other three people in the room.
Kitsu looks around at the other three as well before she hops up. She grabs my hand and pulls me up before dragging me along with her to the hall.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Dallon asks.
"I'm taking Missy to my room to make out." She says shamelessly. "She's shy."
"Haaaa." I try and scream something. But my voice has left me in my embarrassment.
I can't even look anywhere as my face burns in mortification.
"Door stays open." Mrs. Dallon says seriously. "And if I walk by and a single article of clothing is missing then Missy's going home and you're grounded."
"Kay!" She says happily and drags me and my red face along.
"Why would you say that?" my voice squeaks.
"Because if I said anything that wasn't the truth she'd have gotten upset." She says.
"Couldn't you just said we were cuddling?" I whine as we reach her room.
"We can do that too." She says with a smile. "But she'd have gotten upset when she walked by and saw us kissing."
"Couldn't you just keep an ear out for her." I suggest, desperate to avoid what just happened in the future.
"Can't." She says with a shrug. "I'd be too busy trying to get the cutest girl in the world to kiss me."
'Oh, so that's the game we're playing now?' I think deviously.
"I can see why that would be distracting." I say deviously. "I can't imagine it'd be easy to kiss yourself."
That gets a reaction. As her face heats up, her tail wags like crazy and her ears splay back. Her eyes, glowing in the dim light of her room widening.
"That, I, you!" She stutters. "You don't just get to anti my pick up line!" She pouts.
"Too bad." I say with a smile as I cross my arms. "I just did."
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Wednesday, June 16th, The Rig, 9am-
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Lyra POV
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I wake up with Brutus and Judas on either side of me. Angelica on my back. I can't sleep on my back anymore. My new tail won't allow it. But that's fine. It's a very small price to pay.
Pushing up with my arms, popping my spine as Angelica wakes up and crawls off my back. Spooking Brutus awake as she lands on his side and crawls off of him.
I stretch up and arch back as I get on my knees and push up. Further stretching as I wake up. Judas wakes as I move, and he cocks his head back to look up at me. Before slapping his head back down with a huff, deciding to be lazy until needed.
They all look different now. Angelica has two eyes now and all her scars are gone. Brutus and Judas's coat patterns are different. And Judas's coat is a darker tone as well. All courtesy of Kitsu in order to help me hide.
When I first woke up. I spent a whole day just staring in a mirror. Moving my mouth as I got used to my new, well, mouth. Relearning how to walk was the next day. And the day after that. And I'm still relearning a few things.
My new height, my new proportions, still getting used to seeing my nose so far out in front of my face. And that's not even mentioning the smells! It's not that I smell things more strongly, but I can separate things more easily. My tail is annoying. But I love it. Same can be said for my fur.
Everything is so warm now. And I don't sweat anymore. So that's new. I sleep naked now and have to wear special clothes.
Or at least, they offered specialclothes. I declined. Instead, I go naked as much as I can when in private. And in public I just wear elastic shorts and a loose tee. Mainly because my new transformation will just rip right through anything else. Shoes are a no. My new pads are strong enough for just about any kind of terrain anyway.
Rachel is dead. Forever. Basically, if I go by Rachel, someone will try and kill me again. Even if they're found and stopped, people will freak out over me being brought back to life and transformed into a Case 53.
I don't see why it's a bad thing. And they kept trying to explain it to me. Kitsu explained it best.
People are weird. Groups of people are weirder. If I mess up and people learn I'm Rachel, she'll have to change me back.
Needless to say Rachel is dead. Gone, buried and forgotten.
I head to my connected bathroom. Another beautiful addition to my new body. I can bathe with my dogs. Before the soap was bad to risk keeping on me. Now, with my new skin it's perfect. There are no issues.
I give a long whistle to the three. And they follow me to the tub. Ready to wash up for my meeting with my future teammates.
Relearning my whistles was another thing. Brutus and Judas took a bit of getting used to me. And Angelica was hostile the moment she saw me. New look, new voice, new smell. I was a stranger to them.
Once I relearned how to do my whistles though. They fell in line. And after a while they even started to recognize me for who I was. My pack is now that, a real pack.
Life couldn't be better.
Well, maybe with a few more additions to my pack.
I still need to work with them on relearning how to move while transformed. That's for later though.
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-The Rig, 4pm-
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Carlos "Aegis" POV
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"So, what do you think this new Case 53's gonna look like?" Dennis asks.
"Dunno, don't care." I say with a shrug. "I just hope they're not another Shadow Stalker."
"Yeah, that's, agreed." Dennis says awkwardly as we both spare a glance to the girl in question. Currently arguing with Vergil and flipping him off at the counter.
Seriously. Girl's a total bitch. Any target is a viable one. She constantly targets Missy and Vergil as well. She'd better thank the gods above that Missy prefers to take care of her issues herself and hasn't told Kitsu anything.
It's one of those, if you know you know things. There's a reason Kitsu was put on the priority list before she joined New Wave. Her power and inconsistent behavior made her such a risk. And her rapidly evolving power set only proves it.
Before her powers were high brute, high mover, minor shaker. Now she's high brute, high mover, high shaker, mid striker, low blaster, mid thinker, mid tinker, low stranger, low changer.
And there's a chance she's still not done growing. She's like an uber Dauntless. Only instead of enhancing objects over time with random properties. She's enhancing herself.
It's a good thing she's on our side. She genuinely terrified me when she said she would just wait for me to be injured to see how my power works.
Part of me fears she might do it herself.
As me and Dennis keep chatting. More people filter into the Wards common room. Dean, Missy, Assault. Battery's been off lately. Started her extended vacation yesterday. Even some of New Wave is here. Kitsu, though that's not a surprise. Kitsu's here most days Missy is. Vicky and now Brandish are here.
Finally, Miss Militia and Armsmaster filter in.
"Shadow Stalker, Static Shock, behave." Armsmaster says to the bickering two.
It's hilarious how they've only been on three patrols together. And the tabloids are already going haywire over them. Most think they're brother and sister. With how they bicker and argue all the time. Not to mention they're both SS.
Better than Assault and Battery. Some think they're siblings. Some think they're married.
And then there's the small number who think they're both.
Hell, I've read some of MainProtagonist's fanfics. They get wild. There's even one where Miss Militia is secretly mastering all of us to be her private harem.
Not that I've read all of it or anything.
"Alright, in a few moments we'll have our new Ward come in and introduce herself." Armsmaster says as he addresses all of us. "I trust you all read the missive sent out to you?"
A chorus of affirmation rings out. And Armsmaster frowns.
"You are all aware my lie detector works in groups, correct?" He says. "Try again."
This time it's a chorus of yes and no's. Dennis being one of the one's to change his answer.
"There weren't any pictures, so I just skimmed it." He says with a shrug.
"Next time a team wide missive is sent out." Armsmaster says sternly. "Read it."
Can't wait till I graduate and get transferred away from this asshole. I'll miss the rest. But being under his command sucks.
"Now, for those of you didn't read it. We're here to introduce the newest Ward. The reason for the unusual circumstances behind her debut in her team being her unique circumstances." He starts off. "For one, she is a Case 53. So, any offensive remarks regarding her unusual appearance will be regarded as targeted hate speech. The second item being that she's high functioning."
"What's he mean by that?" Dennis asks me in a whisper.
"Autistic." I whisper back.
"Great, another snowflake." Sophia says.
*Smack*
A resounding smack rings out as Sophia's head flies to the side.
"Argh!" She cries out. "Fucking bitch!"
"Kitsu!" Armsmaster yells.
"What?!" She asks with a shrug and a devious smile.
"I understand her words were upsetting but you should allow us to handle it." Armsmaster says as Miss Militia shakes her head.
"Why do you just assume it was me?" She asks with a frown.
'Because you're literally the only one here with the powers to let you do that unseen?' I snark in my head.
Not that I blame her. I'd do it too if I could get away with it.
"So you're saying it wasn't you?" He challenges.
"I plead the fifth." She says and crosses her arms.
"Moving on." Miss Militia cuts in. "I'll go and get her."
She heads out while Armsmaster and Kitsu have a stare down.
"So, what'd you think she looks like?" Dennis asks.
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Kitsu POV
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I'm not sorry. Hell, I'd have choked the bitch out if I didn't know she'd be able to phase out of it.
Mom and Vicky are here. Vicky wants to meet the new Ward. We tried to subtly discourage her from being here. But Vicky doesn't do subtlety. So she's here as well.
And it's not like anyone can tell her that the new Ward is really the girl she pissed off when she curb stomped her dog through a fire escape. For one we're all under strict NDA's. But that's besides the point. Back to now!
Missy is sitting next to me at the table. Normally she'd be sitting closer to me or even encouraging me to sit in her lap, but Mom's been giving her the side eye. That or this being an official Ward meeting is putting Missy in professional mode. She gets like that whenever Miss Militia or Armsmaster are around.
I can't really tell without turning to look at herrrrrrrr.
She's petting my tail!
I snap around to see her running her fingers through my fur. Giving me a soft smile as though she didn't just do what she did.
"You were upset." She says and scooches over.
"Apology accepted." I mumble as I turn back to face the front of the room.
"I wasn't apologizing." She says as she pushes her chair to have us hip to hip.
"Let me fantasize." I say defiantly.
She's about to say something else. But she's stopped by Miss Militia coming in with Rach- Lyra right behind her. Wearing baggy shorts and a baggy tee shirt.
I named her! It's cute and makes me think of Lycan, you know, like Latin for wolf. Lyra, Lycan. Fuck you it's clever!
She's a bit taller and slimmer than before. With an athletic runners build. Powerful legs and toned upper body. It's just a shame that all that fur hides her toned physique. Aside from that she's basically a furry. Normal legs, normal arms. Though I gave her muscles a bit of extra density. One kick from her could crack a fully grown man's ribcage. She has silky long dark brown, almost black, hair. And her tail is similar.
She's just staring out at everyone. Eyes glued to the back wall.
"Go ahead, introduce yourself." Miss Militia whispers.
"Um, my name is Lyra." She says in a silky smooth voice.
I made that different too. My goal was to make her entire being as physically distinct from Rachel Lindt as possible. And luckily. Due to me having to reconnect her Corona Gemma all by myself with no help from [Conduit] outside of them informing me how. I, messed up a little and tweaked her power a bit.
No more flesh monsters. Now they're bigger dogs. Much bigger and ferocious. But not like before. Angelica grows to look like a Hell Pig with a whip tail. Brutus is like a furry Gorgonopsid. And Judas looks like a giant furry Hyaenodon. Meanwhile she grows to look like a hulked out werewolf.
They're actually a bit weaker. More susceptible to damage. But a lot faster and more agile. In layman's terms, they went down one brute rating and up one mover rating. Less fit for direct combat and more for terrain traversal and blitz tactics.
Lyra has no issues over this. It keeps her dogs out of danger and keeps her as pack leader.
"Okay, why is she somehow hot?" I hear Dennis whisper to Carlos. "Like, damn! Crush me with those thighs am I right?"
"Give me a second." Carlos says after a moment. "I need to process your stupidity."
Vicky meanwhile floats over to just in front of face and holds out her hand.
"Hi! I'm Vic-"
Only to get stopped as she gets a full force punch to the face that knocks her back.
"Ha!" Sophia laughs. "I take back everything I said. I like her!"
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-1 Hour Later-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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"Still don't get what her deal is." Vicky complains.
"You were told she has social difficulties." I tell her.
"How was I supposed to know she'd deck me?!"
"Tone." I say and glare at her. "And the missive mentioned she gets upset and irritated at direct eye contact."
I can't really inform her that it's also the fact she manhandled her dogs a bit before she was captured.
"Weeeeeeeeee!"
And that would be Kitsu.
She's riding around on the smaller dog. Now less of a dog and more dire wolf with a whip like tail and long rectangular jaws.
Couldn't change their names. But luckily the only ones who know Hellhounds dog's names are her former teammates. And even then, their forms are now different. So long as Lyra doesn't give away her main three dog's names. There shouldn't be an issue.
I did learn that Assault is a former villain! Kitsu revealed it when arguing for Lyra's addition to the Wards. Kitsu knows so much that she shouldn't, it gives her a scary amount of influence over the PRT.
Actually. With recent developments, Kitsu has so much more influence than I think she realizes. For all intents and purposes. If her trump power keeps enhancing her, then she's likely to be as strong as Scion by the time she's thirty. Already she's displayed far more abilities than first thought.
"This is awesome!" Kitsu cries as the beast starts running on the walls. Digging its claws into the reinforced surface.
'It's just a good thing she has yet to realize it.' I think to myself as I watch her ride the beast around the training room.
Lyra is off to the side talking to Vista. About what? I'm not sure. But Vista seems intent on keeping the conversation going.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"So, what's your favorite color?" I ask the new Ward.
Everyone seemed to unanimously designate me as the go between for Lyra. The reasoning? I handle Kitsu well enough.
"Don't have one." She says simply.
She won't look me in the eye. But that's fine. I actually read the missive they sent out. It's why I'm keeping my visor on. Eye contact makes her uncomfortable. And we all saw how she reacted to Vicky invading her personal space.
It was very sudden. Like a reflex.
"Well, what about dogs?" I ask.
One of her ears perks towards me and her tail sways a bit. Though her face gives no indication that she even heard me.
'She's like a less animated Kitsu.' I realize. 'Her animal traits display her mood.'
"What about them?" She asks.
"What's your favorite kind?" I ask.
She just stands there for a bit. Leaning against the wall as she watches Kitsu ride the smaller of the three hulked out dogs. We're training the less mobile of us to ride them. Dennis and Sophia mostly. Sophia's having no problem. Dennis on the other hand can't keep a grip.
Kitsu is just having fun.
"Mutts." She finally answers.
"Why's that?" I ask.
"They're healthier than purebreds." She says. "Hate that name."
"Why?" I ask. "Personally, I like corgi's."
"Purebred is fancy talk for inbred." She says, her ears splaying back as her voice gains a bit of a growl.
"How is that?" I ask. Hoping to keep the conversation going.
"All dogs are one species. Purebred is when you inbreed traits to get a specific looking dog. And you keep inbreeding it to make sure it stays pure." She explains, her nose now scrunching. "It's sick."
I'll, have to check in on that. See if it's true.
"Yeah, that's, not a pleasant image." I agree.
If it is then I think she just ruined my favorite dog.
"That's why mutts are better." She says. "It's how dogs are supposed to be."
She stops her actions and bolts over. Hulking out in quick succession as her baggy clothes fill out. She runs and tackles Dennis to the ground.
Calming my panic at the sudden aggression. And the frightful sight of a werewolf holding Dennis down. I take in the scene.
"What did you do!?" She growls.
Looking around, I see what she means.
The dog Dennis was on is frozen. Judas, I think.
And now Lyra is frozen. And now the other dogs are charging at Dennis who is pinned to the floor. Though they're losing their bulk and turning back to normal.
Kitsu meanwhile is running back and forth. Keeping the depowered dogs from reaching Dennis while we wait out Lyra's stasis.
"In my defense!" Dennis shouts. "This wasn't intentional!"
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So, after that was sorted. We're back in the common room. Masks off as we chat and eat. Lyra's dogs are here too. Brutus is waiting patiently next to Lyra. Judas is lazing about on the couch and any attempts to move him have proven unsuccessful. And Angelica?
"Nyang nyang nyang nyang!" Kitsu says as she makes a grabbing claw motion over the growling terrier.
"Raah ah aah, raaaah! Rah! Rah!" She growls back as she swings her head side to side. Snapping at Kitsu's hand.
It's kind of cute!
"Are you okay with Kitsu doing that?" I ask Lyra.
"Why wouldn't I be?" She asks.
"Isn't it mean?" I ask.
"They're playing."
"Nyaaaaaaah!" Kitsu growls out as she attacks the terriers chest. Forcing it to bite her hand and grab it with its front legs.
"Rrrr! Rrrr! Rrrrrrrrr!" It growls as it twists its jaws and seemingly tries to wrench her hand from her arm.
Kitsu meanwhile puts it on its back and scratches its chest.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Kitsu growls as she shakes the dog slightly. Before letting up and go of the dog.
Who proceeds to do the same and just licks her hand after it gets up. Tail wagging and nothing of note to indicate anything is wrong.
"Angelica seems to like Kitsu." I say. Noting the overly aggressive dogs oddly calm behavior.
It's always the small ones that seem to hold all the hatred of humanity in them.
"Mrm." Lyra grunts.
"Nyang, nyang, nyaaaang." Kitsu starts again.
Lyra gives a short, high pitched whistle that gets her dogs to rush over to her. Judas jumps off the couch and Angelica runs over from Kitsu.
"Aaaaaw." Kitsu whines as Angelica leaves her.
"I'm going back to my room." She says and gets up to leave.
"Did you have a good day?" Kitsu asks as she walks up to Lyra. "I know this wasn't easy for you. And the whole thing with Dennis could've gone better."
"I said I was sorry!"
"But at least you have a place now!" She says.
Lyra just stares at Kitsu for a bit. Looking closely, I notice that neither are looking each other in the eyes. And are actually staring at each other's ears.
Before Lyra raises a hand and puts it on Kitsu's head. Kitsu's tail twitches for half a second before she starts moaning.
"Mmmmmrrrrrm. How are you so good at this?" She moans as she presses her head harder into Lyra's hand. Her tail drooping and wagging.
'Why don't I ever get a reaction like that?!' I whine with jealousy.
She's practically melting, glowing, and throwing herself onto Lyra all at once!
"Rmm, I had an alright day." She says and walks off, her own tail swaying gently behind her.
I get up and follow her.
"I'll be right back." I say and roughly grab Kitsu to squish her against me and give her a strong kiss.
"Hmmrm?!" She squeaks as she tenses and relaxes.
I let go and jog after Lyra.
"Oh, okay." Kitsu says in a cutesy shy voice from behind me.
Kitsu likes kisses. She really likes kisses that I initiate. And it's fun catching her off guard. Especially as revenge for how she embarrasses me in public.
And don't get me started on the day she straight up told Mr. and Mrs. Dallon she was dragging me to her room to make out!
As revenge for the humiliation there were no kisses that day.
I use my warping to catch up to Lyra. Pinching the hall and walking right next to her.
"Hey sooo, I gotta request." I say.
"What?" She says simply.
"That thing you did with Kitsu, just a few seconds ago." I start seriously. "How do I do it?"
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-Friday, June 18th, Dallon House, 5pm-
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Kitsu POV
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I open the door and nearly tackle hug the girl on the other side.
"Missy!" I say excitedly to my girlfriend before dragging her into the house.
"Do just like, live here part time?" Amy asks the couch.
"Um, no?" Missy responds.
"Hey!" I say in her defense. "Just because you're upset you can't get a cute blonde girlfriend doesn't mean you get to attack mine!"
Amy just flips me off with a glare.
"Mlln!" I stick my tongue out. "Come on Missy, let's leave the spinster to her devices."
"Spinster?" Amy repeats back as I drag Missy through the house.
"So, what are we doing today?" She asks.
"Eh, I don't have anything planned." I answer honestly. Not.
"What about your plants?" She asks. "Don't you have a bunch of ideas you want to try out?"
"I do, but most of them require more space than I have her." I tell her as we make our way to the backyard. "So, I'm just waiting for the Ferry to be finished."
"When is that going to be done?" She asks.
"End of the month." She answers. "We're actually celebrating the station being done. And everyone else being able to move in next week."
"Oh!" She says. "I didn't know that."
"I completely forgot about it." I say as we make it to the back door. Stepping around Dad's old bike.
He's never fixing it. He just refuses to get rid of it.
We make it outside where I have a picnic blanket and a basket set up.
"What's this?" She asks.
"You know how I said today was a lazy day?" I say.
"Yeah?"
"I lied." I say and drag her down the patio porch steps.
"Date night!" I say excitedly as I guide her along. "A proper one you can enjoy! I know you don't like when we're constantly in the public eye. So I set this up as a surprise!"
She just stares at me for a bit before taking off her purple sunglasses. Smiling and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"I love it!" She says with a smile.
She has such a beautiful smile. And the way she has a light blush is just perfect!
"So, what'd my adorable little snuggle bug make me?" She asks.
"Mrrrrm!" I squeal and stomp my foot. "You know you're one of the only people who're allowed to call me little, right?"
"I'm also one of the only people allowed to kiss you." She points out. "But I don't see you pointing that out."
"Yeah, well, that's." I try, but fail, to come up with a retort. "I made sandwiches!"
"What kind?" She asks as she walks to the blanket and sits on her knees next to the basket.
I rush over there and open the picnic basket. Setting out plates and cups. Pulling a bottle that looks like a wine bottle with fancy wine. But it is just sparkling grape juice.
"I'unno if it has a name." I say. "But it's turkey, roast beef, lettuce, tomato, baby swiss, smoked gouda, and I have condiments."
I also cut the sandwich into those little serving sizes with little umbrellas in each of them. I couldn't find any little flags. I set the paper wrapped sandwich out and unfold the brown paper. I reach in the basket and pull out plastic tins with desert sushi. Then some ritz crackers and spray cheese.
"Spray cheese?" She asks with a smile and a small laugh.
"Hey, I ran out of allowance money and couldn't get a cheese platter." I defend.
"Aren't you a trillionaire or something?" She asks as leans over and puts a hand on the blanket to steady herself.
"Billionaire, and I only get twenty five dollars a week to spend as I like." I tell her.
"Why?" She asks.
"Well, because all that money is from a bounty, and I can't claim that money for myself until I'm eighteen. It goes to my legal guardian. But that money is still mine. Any use of it needs my signature, and my legal guardian's signature." I explain. "So, no. Mom only let's me use it on things she approves of."
"And the allowance?" She asks.
"I have no real concept of monetary value. So I get twenty five dollars a week as an allowance to teach me the value of money until I gain unrestricted access to my fortune."
To say nothing of the money I've earned from my plants through the PRT. Mostly the Eclipse Flower. Turns out green energy is major business for the government. And I'm making at least five a week. Because I'm the only one who can make them, I get to set my own prices. Granted any the PRT request are a fixed price of two hundred a flower. Not bad considering in one day a single flower can produce enough electricity to power a bedroom. For a day. Twenty could power three bedroom house.
I'm spit balling here. I have no actual reference. Just the basic numbers the lab coats told me.
"So, all this took your allowance?" She asks.
"Well, between the basket, the food, and the drink. Yes?" I say uncertainly.
"That's sweet." She says with a smile. "I love it."
The sincerity of her response gets me blushing. And I have to look away or I'll melt under her smile.
"You're so perfect." She says suddenly.
"Huh?" My ears perk up, but I don't dare look.
"You're so sweet to me. You go out of your way to make sure I feel special, you tease and joke with that beautiful voice of yours, you fill any room you're in with so much energy. You make me want to be with you." She lists off.
"You, you can stop anytime now." I squeak out.
"I don't think I will." She says deviously. "You're super cute. And I mean it. From the way you smile, the way you blush. To how even right now with how your tail is going crazy! And with how your ears are splayed back, I just can't!" She gushes.
Meanwhile I'm fighting a losing battle to keep my composer. Am I in heat again? This lovesick happy go lucky feeling feels familiar.
Looking in I see I'm not in heat. I'm just a sucker for sweet talk.
Good to know.
"Well, you, well." I try but can't of anything. "You have soft lips! And, and, aaaaaah!"
"Aaw, is my snuggle bug flustered?" She teases with a smile and an adorable giggle.
"Staaaahhhp!" I whine/beg.
"Hmm, no." She says and leans forward to kiss me. Catching me off guard as she closes her eyes.
She separates a few seconds later and opens her eyes with a smile.
"There, those soft lips you love so much." She says.
"Aaaaaaah!" I cry out.
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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I round the corner to the back hall. Finally finding my target at the back door. Along with Vicky.
"Hey Mark."
"Shh!" He hushes me.
"Excuse me?" I say and put a hand to my hip.
He just waves me over to see what he and Vicky are looking at.
Curiosity peaked. I peer over them to look out the back window next to the door.
And see the most adorable sight ever. In the middle of the yard. Kitsu blushing and trying to hide behind her tail as Missy tries to feed her. On a picnic blanket with a basket and everything. And-
"Oh, that's where the wine glasses went." I softly mutter.
"I told her she could." Mark whispers.
"So what's going on?" I ask.
"Kitsu's been saving her allowance to set this up for her and Missy." He explains. "Me and Vicky are snooping."
"Keeping an eye out!" Vicky whisper shouts.
"You're literally recording this." He points out.
"I plead the fifth." She says.
Well, I got nothing better to do.
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Kitsu POV
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This isn't fair!
This is supposed to fluster her! Not me!
"Come on." She teases. "Say ah~"
She holds a sushi roll out for me.
I move my tail down and open my mouth. Accepting my fate and backfired plan of pampering my girlfriend.
It's a California sushi roll. It's good.
"You're so cute when I feed you." Missy says with a smile.
"Mrrrrrrmmmm!"
And I'm back behind my tail.
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-Meanwhile, Coil's Base-
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Thomas "Coil" Calvert POV
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Okay, let us try this again.
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-Timeline 1-
I stay in my base.
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-Timeline 2-
I head out of the base and head home. Making it through the front building. And into my car. I start it and begin driving.
I make it to the first traffic stop.
*Rrrrrrrrrrrrnnn*
Only to look up as a car is thrown right at me.
-Timeline 2 forcefully closed-
-Timeline 1 auto selected-
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"Fraaaagh!" I exclaim at my desk. "Damn it."
Dying in a timeline is never pleasant. And I'm becoming more and more acquainted with the sensation.
"Okay, this is targeted." I determine.
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-Timeline 1-
I later call Tattletale for a round of questioning.
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-Timeline 2-
I call some of my men stationed in the city. And order them to "escort" Tattletale to the warehouse for, questioning.
One way or another. I'm getting to the bottom of this. I've been stuck in my base for three days at this point. I have covers put in place for this very scenario. But those are only meant to hold for a month or two at best. Afterword I'll need to have my death faked. Or risk my identity being exposed.
I have so that my faked death can be reversed. It wouldn't be the first time a someone's been falsely declared dead only to show up sometime later.
But it's a hassle. And a last resort.
Hmm, I might have Tattletale escorted here later in a throwaway. Participate in some, stress release.
Not like it truly matters. She won't remember what happened to her because it'll never have happened.
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Bonus
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Ward Database
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Name: Lyra
Class to be determined
Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Relationships: N/A
Age: 14-16, General consensus of 15.
Height: 5ft 5in
Weight: 120-130lbs
Ethnicity: N/A
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Unusual Features/Markings: Case 53, Lyra is a teenage girl of above average height for her apparent age. However, she is covered head to toe in brown fur of varying shades. Has hardened black nails, and pads on her hands and feet similar to that of a wolf or dog. Perked ears that rest on top of her head and a medium length tail with long dark brown fur similar to her hair. She has an extended jaw and nose similar to, but smaller than that of a typical canine. Her jaws being stronger than average and containing more teeth than a normal human at 38. As well as said teeth being more canine than hominid in structure.
Outside of this her body is proportioned in a manner normally associated with that of the average human female.
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Classification: Secondary Classification number indicates Breaker State.
Mover: 2: 4. Type: Hurdle
Brute: 2: 5. Type: Muscle, Transfiguration
Breaker: To be determined
Thinker: 5. Type: Sensory, Proficiency-Canine handling.
Trump: 2
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Personal profile
Lyra showed up in the Woods outside Brockton Bay. Found by fellow Case 53 Kitsu of New Wave while "Looking for the perfect picnic spot." Lyra was collected and brought to the Rig where she registered as a Case 53, and decided to become a Ward.
Lyra shows signs of High Functioning Autism Spectrum Disorder. Having poor social skills, far below what would be considered typical for her apparent age. Extreme fixations, particularly that of anything related to canines. Poor eye contact, whenever eye contact is made she gets visibly upset, until this is resolved, it is recommended to look at her forehead or to look past her when addressing her so as to avoid upsetting her. Lashes out in frustration over her inability to understand others and basic social norms. As well as a sensitivity to high pitched and loud sudden noises.
As such, she attends weekly behavioral therapy sessions and sees a personal counselor.
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Powers and Abilities
Lyra is primarily a Breaker. In her everyday state she displays above average strength, speed and endurance. When in her breaker state her jaw, arms, and legs elongate and gain muscle mass, gaining slightly exaggerated strength in proportion to mass accumulated, while growing more fur to accommodate the extra surface area. She is able to extend her breaker power to nearby canines. However, it is to be noted that this extending of her power does not come with control.
Canines under her breaker influence gain mass and occasionally extra features. The breaker form being dependent on the canine in question. With a common tendency for extra muscle growth, extension of fur growth to cover the areas, and larger jaws.
It should also be noted that her breaker state exhausts her. And the faster she activates it the less time she can maintain the state. The inverse is true as well. The longer she takes to enforce her breaker state, the longer she can maintain it.
Activating her full breaker state in less than 10 seconds leaves her with 1 minute until she is too exhausted to continue. Allowing 1 minute of gradual activation allows for roughly 30 minutes of use. 5 minutes activation allows 1 hour. 30 minutes allows for 12 hours.
Outside of this she has a supernatural handling of canines. And understands them better than most experts and is even capable of distinguishing between individuals of the same breed apart from one another.
She also has heightened senses comparable to her fellow Case 53 Kitsu. However, her sense of smell is stronger and more refined while her sense of hearing is lesser in comparison to Kitsu's. While Lyra can hear conversations through walls. And can track someone by smell. Up to the point of detecting someone's presence and how old the smell is.
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Bonus 2
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Missive to all Wards and PRT staff of the PRT headquarters based in Brockton Bay, Massachusetts.
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As of June 16th, 2010. A new applicant will be joining the Wards program. Her name is Lyra.
It is to be noted that she is a Case 53 and as such any and all insensitive remarks or harassment will not be tolerated.
On top of this she is high functioning autistic. She is shy, closed off. And uses short, blunt language to express herself. While this may come off as inappropriate and insensitive. It is to be noted that she is just communicating the only way she knows how. Eye contact is known to make her upset and even hostile.
Any acts of discrimination will not be tolerated. We trust all of you to be kind and accommodating to our newest Ward.
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Signed: Director Emily Pigot
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A/N
Real quick.
Kitsu claims Lycan is Latin for Wolf.
It's not. Lycan is shorthand for Lycanthropy, or werewolf.
Lupus is Latin for Wolf. Kitsu simply didn't fact check.
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Also, the amount of times I wrote Rachel instead of Lyra and had to go back and change it is ridiculous.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
RadChaos897: Any hints on who else you'll include?
Newb: Hmm, no.
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FOR [Conduit]!
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FOR KITSU!
Casanova5424: whos more hateful, Zouken matou, Gendo Ikari, or Coil?
Kitsu: Hmm, definitely not Zouken Matou. His hateful actions come from a misplaced and forgotten desire for a utopia that he failed to achieve century after century. Ultimately his goal is still a utopia for mankind. And in the Heaven's Feel ending where he realizes that goal is unobtainable, he apologies for all his atrocities and allows himself to die.
Gendo Ikari is cold, manipulative, and willing to step over anyone and everyone for his goals. But he isn't hateful. He's cold, not cruel. He's never really done anything excessively cruel without a greater purpose.
Coil? Coil will open timelines and rape women just because he can. Or feed his subordinates to monsters for his own amusement. His only goal is to be on top. But he repeatedly abuses his power along the way just put others below him. If the title of most hateful were to go to anyone. It would be him.
RadChaos897: I assume your biokinesis can only bring back the recently departed, right? Perhaps you can overcome that limitation with the help of Bonesaw, if you can save and reform her that is. Once you do/if you do, anyone in mind that you would want to resurrect? Fleur? Taylor's Mom? Hero? Riley's Family?
Kitsu: So long as the brain is intact. And no, I wouldn't bring back the long time departed. It's just, cruel. How would you feel if you died. Then were forced back to life ten years in the future. All your loved ones have moved on. The world is different and you have to relearn how society works. And what of the people who buried you?
No. Let them rest.
Radchaos897: Now that "Recently Deceased Resurrection" was added to your powerset, any plans to make contingencies for anyone else who suffers a premature end of life? Maybe you could use your biokinesis to make some modifications to your loved ones that prevents and/or slows brain degradation so you can get to them quick enough to save them?
Kitsu: I've been using my biokinesis to make them more durable from day one! What do you think all those cuddles are for? I'm gradually making them more and more robust. For example, I don't think Amy could pull a muscle if she tried. And it's a good thing Missy doesn't do fisticuffs or she'd realize she's a bit stronger than the average girl her age.
Minor things here and there.
RadChaos897: In your "Wandering Fox" years before you began living with the Dallons, did you ever use your biokinesis to live out your mad scientist fantasies?
Kitsu: Nope. I've stated it before, but pulling Dennis out of a coma was the first time I used my biokinesis on something other than myself.
RadChaos897: what were some other memorable moments where you used your powers to live out a fantasy you've had?
Kitsu: Nothing. I was too busy surviving and looking for my next meal. My energy absorption didn't really come in full until after Behemoth. So it was pretty inefficient before that. Anytime I ran out of energy I was left powerless aside from an inability to be harmed, night vision, and super hearing.
There's a reason I'm so desperate to protect my new lifestyle.
RadChaos897: Did you know that there is a plant that you can blow bubbles with? It's called "Jatropha Curcas" and you can snap its stem and blow bubbles from it. I'm not sure what you'll do with this new information, but I'm sure you can do something fun with it with your creative mind and biokinesis. Bioluminescent Bubbles perhaps?
Kitsu: … I'm using that.
RadChaos897: Did you also know that there is a flower called "Cosmos Atrosanguineus" that smells like chocolate? I doubt you could get one since it is a rare flower, but it is something to consider getting to modify with your biokinesis. Maybe you could even make them edible and taste like chocolate, too. Perhaps you could even use it as a romantic, hand-made (read: bioengineered) gift for Missy. Nothing is quite as romantic as chocolate flowers.
Kitsu: Looks like I'm taking a trip to Mexico!
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LIMITED TIME ONLY!
LAST ONE!
(Good Ending) FUTURE MISSY BIRON!
Grimnosh: I'm not hearing a denial there... or are you banging your head against the wall over missed opportunities?
Missy Biron: … shut up.
RadChaos897: Did your mom ever do something similar to when she checked out Kitsu's butt? I mainly ask because I want to know if she ever said something to the effect of "Damn girl, nice tits" when Kitsu began to physically grow.
Missy Biron: Oh my god yes! There was one time she came with me to the Dallon's new house when I was sixteen. They had a pool and were throwing a house warming party. She saw Kitsu in a swimsuit, by this point she's a high c cup and already got an ass you could bounce a quarter on. *Ahem* anyway. She said, and I quote. "Damn, I'm not gay, but seeing her I don't blame you."
Kitsu heard her.
It didn't help that she found Kitsu by following my gaze.
There was another time Kitsu bent over to grab something and said.
"Damn, I'd kill for an ass like that."
She's extremely inappropriate. She once asked if I was a top or bottom!
I cut contact when I was eighteen for a reason.
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