Christmas Cake Mofu
Desc:
If you've been looking for a good excuse to get face-deep in the fluff of a Kitsune carrying the flavor of an office lady just a tad past her prime, look no further.
Prompt:
Tuesday night. Drinks with your supervisor Atsuko. Simple, social, cordial. How exactly it went from cheap beers at the bar to sipping on expensive rice wine at her apartment, you're not sure. Your face is flushed by the alcohol warming your senses, but it pales in comparison to the deep coloration imposed upon Atsuko's slightly vulpine features.
The normally professional Kitsune rests opposite you at the kotatsu in the middle of her living room, the picture of a woman who is a societal success and a social failure. Her loosened and wrinkled office attire belies her status as your experienced and tenured superior; the way she throws back another tall serving of wine suggesting the inner discontentment which has been spilling from her lips ever since drink number four.
"…and nobody ever has time for your bullshit! No, no, no, only when it's important to them, or the work, or something else! Nobody will lend you an ear for free if there's not some higher purpose!" Atsuko slurs in a voice that would be more venomous if she wasn't so inebriated.
"Mmhm," you reply, nodding with a light head.
For how long you have been humming and nodding along to Atusko's drunk ramblings, you don't know. What you do know is that there's no end in sight. This far in, it's easy to see why she is without love at twenty-eight years of age—a fact she has brought up bitterly and frequently tonight.
"You've probably got some kind of purpose too, huh?" she sneers suddenly, peeling a single accusatory finger off her glass to point at you. "What selfish reason has you sitting through this, ${Name}?"
Atsuko's hazel eyes burn with hurt and suspicion from behind the round glasses perched on her nose, sharp features aligned in a visage of distaste. The soft sounds of her nine tails wavering behind her fill the suddenly icy silence.
"I just wanted a shot at petting your tails," you drunkenly confess. "They look really soft."
Atsuko's expression immediately becomes flustered. "Wh-What?
Memory:
{7: Your name is ${Name}, a human male and Atsuko's subordinate at work.}
{5: Atsuko is your corporate supervisor at work, a twenty-eight year-old Kitsune woman with dirty blond hair and nine cream-colored tails. Being a Kitsune-woman, Atsuko's facial features are sharp and slightly vulpine, with hazel eyes that sit behind her round spectacles.}
{4: Focus on how Atsuko is a flustered and awkward social failure, with the body and personality of an office-lady who is past her prime and without love.}
{2: Arousing, obsessive detail is used to describe Atsuko's nine tails; especially how soft, warm, and fragrant they are. Atsuko feels a deep, soothing pleasure when someone touches her tails.}