Rise and shine, bitch
09-23-2017, 08:16 PM
His words drew a snort from her. Her tone full of sass, Kanja retorted, "When you're born beautiful, you don't need to change a damn thing." If he was smart he'd keep his sassy paws off that statement.
"Your wish is my command." Well, damn, that was easy. Kanja had been prepared to barter. If she was going to sacrifice her dignity for a tree branch she was going to make it worth her while, but hey, if he was willing to sell his soul for something so trivial she wasn't about to stop him. That damsel of his must be real beauty. "Oh, goody," she said sarcastically, "I've always wanted a "fashion-forward" servant to do my bidding." As for what she was really going to ask in return, Kanja hadn't decided. She'd expected some resistance and, finding none, she didn't know what to want.
Ashmedai bounded to the tree like a giant, gaudy puppy and Kanja, with much less enthusiasm, followed slowly behind. His plan was awful, but she wanted his soul, so what the hell. Why he couldn't just uproot a sapling or find some seeds was beyond her, but she wasn't about to question him. It was his soul, after all. Not hers.
"Um..." She reared up behind him and placed a paw on his back to test her launch pad. His skin (and the fabric over top it) felt wobbly beneath her paw. She could feel it roll and bunch over the muscle and honestly, that didn't fill her with much confidence. His overcoat felt thin, almost like wilted leaves, and she doubted the fabric could handle her running and jumping on it. Kanja frowned. Yeah, this was a shit plan.
The giantess hopped down and backed up a step. "Maybe you should take your overcoat off. I'd hate to rip it and force you to go au naturale."
"Your wish is my command." Well, damn, that was easy. Kanja had been prepared to barter. If she was going to sacrifice her dignity for a tree branch she was going to make it worth her while, but hey, if he was willing to sell his soul for something so trivial she wasn't about to stop him. That damsel of his must be real beauty. "Oh, goody," she said sarcastically, "I've always wanted a "fashion-forward" servant to do my bidding." As for what she was really going to ask in return, Kanja hadn't decided. She'd expected some resistance and, finding none, she didn't know what to want.
Ashmedai bounded to the tree like a giant, gaudy puppy and Kanja, with much less enthusiasm, followed slowly behind. His plan was awful, but she wanted his soul, so what the hell. Why he couldn't just uproot a sapling or find some seeds was beyond her, but she wasn't about to question him. It was his soul, after all. Not hers.
"Um..." She reared up behind him and placed a paw on his back to test her launch pad. His skin (and the fabric over top it) felt wobbly beneath her paw. She could feel it roll and bunch over the muscle and honestly, that didn't fill her with much confidence. His overcoat felt thin, almost like wilted leaves, and she doubted the fabric could handle her running and jumping on it. Kanja frowned. Yeah, this was a shit plan.
The giantess hopped down and backed up a step. "Maybe you should take your overcoat off. I'd hate to rip it and force you to go au naturale."
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THIS FLOOF IS NOT NICE
EXPECT FOUL LANGUAGE AND GIGGLES AT YOUR EXPENSE AT THE VERY LEAST
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