She's weak, scattered threads, coming part at the seams. Kitsune's fingers rub gently over her brain, picking away at the loose threads.
"That's it," she coos. "That's it, little fox. So good for me."
Something warm blossoms in Alopex's chest, even as panic flutters deep into her gut. She leans into Kitsune's touch with a sigh, enjoying the way those talented, knowing fingers smooth her fur and ears.
You've been busy, haven't you, kit? The voice echoes through her head, slipping into all of her nooks and crannies. The vibrations rumble through her, make it feel like she's spinning, and Alopex clings to Kitsune's robe with a whimper.
Very busy indeed. Images flick through her head, too fast for her to wonder if Kitsune should be looking at them--the forest at Northampton, the Hamato's old lair, Splinter in the Foot Clan throne room. The turtle's faces: Kitsune turns over the images of Leo with an evident sense of satisfaction, of want, and something about it sets Alopex's fur on edge.
"N-no." She swallows hard, throat working. "Wait..."
Hush, little one. It's all right. Kitsune wiggles her fingers--both sets, the ones in Alopex's mind and the ones she can just now feel pushing against her cunt. She shudders with a soft groan, defenses unspooling around her again. Kitsune's eye keeps pushing, looking, searching for--
A flash of purple armor. Long dark hair fluttering in the breeze like a flag. Metallic boots slamming against concrete.
No! The panic is sudden and uncontrollable, even though Alopex knows that's just going to get Kitsune smelling blood. No, not her--
Relax. Kitsune rubs at her clit soothingly and Alopex slumps against her, trembling. Why don't you introduce me to your friend, my love?
More images of Angel spill across the wreckage of Alopex's mind. Angel training, her fists a blur. Angel twirling her sticks with a devilish smile. Angel pulling off the helmet, exhausted and sweaty about a hard battle. Angel talking about her mother, face distant. Angel kneeling by Alopex's side, helping her through a panic attack. Angel...
Angel on her back, moaning, face flushed. One hand--Alopex's hand--pins her wrists over her head, while the other toys with Angel's dark nipples. She gasps a curse in Spanish, and Alopex hears her own voice offer up a low chuckle.
No no no no.... The weight of Kitsune's presence smothers even that feeble resistance. Alopex waits with bated presence for rage, the kind of fury that crackles through her head like lightning.
Instead, Kitsune laughs, warm and indulgent. You've been busy, haven't you, kit? A thoughtful hum. You could have done worse--much worse.
Rage flares up in Alopex, so sudden and brutal it catches her off guard. Don't look at that! She's not yours! Her voice claws its way free. "We're not--"
But then Kitsune is kissing her, her mouth suddenly morphed into a muzzle to match Alopex. Her hands dig into Alopex's temples so hard she lets out a cry, muffled by Kitsune's tongue as it pushes down her throat. Kitsune's hands are a blur between her legs, splintering her paltry barriers with terrifying accuracy.
Mine, little fox. Images of Angel twirl before Alopex's eyes, flashing like strobe lights. Angel with fingers spreading her cunt, exposing the sweet pink heart of herself. Angel with her head between Alopex's thighs, smiling impishly up at her. Angel standing behind her at the mirror, and god, Alopex can see herself reflected there, panting and desperate and half-mad with want--
She comes, Kitsune cooing in her ear all the while. Alopex sags forward with a whine of defeat, not bothering to pull away as Kitsune gathers her close like a child.
"Beautiful," she murmurs. "She really is something, isn't she? You both are."
N-not here, Alopex forces out. You can't have her. You can have me, but not her.
Kitsune cocks her head. Is that so? Her voice is thoughtful, like she's suddenly had a very interesting idea.
Reality shifts around Alopex, a wider spell rolling into place. She sucks in her breath, fists clenched at her sides, stomach twisting with nausea. The mat beneath them ripples, expanding into the shape of a larger, Western-style bed.
I think I can have both of you whenever I want.
Warm, callused hands rest on Alopex's shoulders. "Hey, lover," Angel murmurs in her ear. Warm lips kiss one side of Alopex's neck, while Kitsune surges forward to press her muzzle against the other.
She twists away with a yelp, but they flip her back onto the mattress. And that's Angel smiling down at her, side by side with Kitsune. "What's up, Al?" Her voice, her scent, her face--her body, down to every scar.
"Not real," she forces out, breath strained, because their hands are running down her body and they both know her so well. "Not fucking real, you--"
"Shhh..." Kitsune murmurs, pressing a finger to Alopex's lips. "You've been tired lately, darling, so confused."
"You said it, babe," Angel says, throwing an arm around Kitsune's shoulders. Kitsune's face shifts back to human and then they're kissing, sighing into each other's mouths. Alopex chokes at the sight, caught up by emotions she can't name.
Kitsune pulls away first, smirking at Alopex. "Let me give you a taste of what's in store."
And then they're falling on her like wolves, teeth and fingers scraping over her fur, sinking into her flesh. Wherever they touch blooms with heat, her breasts, her throat, her cunt. Alopex sobs out as their tangled fingers push inside her, digging and rubbing, eyes rolling in her head.
It feels good. So good, and she doesn't even know how much of it Kitsune's making her feel. Angel's kissing her, and Alopex's melting it, same way she always does, her muscles going slack.
"Burn with us." She hears it in her head and outside of it--or as "outside" as this gorgeous nightmare world is. She comes again, spitting out a garbled blend of their names. The fire is back, but instead of eating her family it's eating her.
And maybe she deserves it.
They (not them, just her, right?) ask for pleasure, and she gives it eagerly, just as they give it to her. Her childish crush on KItsune is all twisted up with her love with Angel, and the weight of their dark hair is the only thing keeping her from flying completely apart.
"I love you," Angel says, out of Kitsune's mouth. Or maybe it's the other way around. "Love you so much, Alopex."
She doesn't know how long it lasts. Doesn't know how many times she comes before Kitsune lets her shatter completely, broken pieces falling to earth with a groan of mingled loss and relief.
Alopex wakes up on her mat, unable to remember where the aching dampness between her legs or the tears stinging her eyes are coming from; she just feels hurt in some strange, twisted-up way. So she pulls her knees to her chest and hugs herself tightly, waiting for the trembling to stop.