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Chapter 53: We have a condition
The flap of fur parted.
Lady Nyra returned.
She looked... refreshed. Cleaned up. The blood from Fina’s flying kick had been washed away, though the faint bruise on the bridge of her nose told the tale. Her robes were tighter now—tied for drama, for power, for control. But she still walked with that subtle stiffness... the kind that only came after being pounded stupid and pretending you weren’t.
Her eyes flicked over the trio.
Allen still bound.
Rinni still clinging to him like a maiden to her war hero.
Fina crouched beside him, her tail lazily swishing as if she hadn’t just been scheming to rip the whole fox clan apart from the inside.
Nyra’s lips curled.
"Have you two come to your senses?" she asked smoothly, arms folded beneath her chest.
Fina rose first.
She stretched like a jungle cat—slow, sinuous, her hips swaying with every movement. Then she gave a mock bow, her eyes slanted in sly amusement.
"We’ve come to a decision," she said, her tone rich with feigned humility. "If the great fox tribe has a place for us... we’d like to stay. With him."
Nyra raised a brow.
"Even after what he said? That he chose to stay here? With us?"
Rinni sniffled behind Allen’s shoulder.
"We want to be wherever Allen is," she said softly. "Even if he’s... changed." She let her voice crack just right, her hands pressing sweetly to his chest. "We’ll behave. We’ll be good."
Fina nodded solemnly.
"We’ll pledge ourselves to the tribe. Work. Serve. Do whatever you ask."
Nyra stepped closer.
Her eyes narrowed—calculating, curious, not quite trusting. She circled them like a predator unsure if its prey was playing dead or playing dumb.
"You’ll obey?"
Fina met her eyes.
"Completely."
Nyra turned to Rinni. "Even you?"
Rinni sniffled again and gave a watery nod.
"Even me..."
A long silence.
Then Nyra smiled.
Not soft. Not kind.
That thin, sharp fox smile.
"Good." She stepped behind Allen and laid a possessive hand on his shoulder. "Then I’ll begin preparations for your initiation. Foxblood rites require obedience. Submission. Sacrifice." She paused. "I expect you’ll pass."
Fina and Rinni bowed their heads.
But behind their lashes, behind their silence...
The rebellion simmered.
And Allen—still playing the dazed puppet—could feel the shift in the room. Two feral forces had just been let inside the den.
Nyra turned to leave, satisfied, the tails of her robe fluttering behind her like a noble’s banner in retreat.
But then—
"We have one condition," Fina said flatly.
Nyra paused mid-step.
Her ears twitched.
She turned slowly, one brow raised, golden eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting a rabbit.
"A condition?"
Fina stepped forward, arms crossed under her breasts, tail flicking with lazy defiance.
"If we’re pledging ourselves to your tribe, we stay with Allen. In the same room. Same hut."
Nyra blinked.
Just once.
Her mouth opened as if to argue—but nothing came out at first.
Then it hit her.
"That’s not... necessary," she said finally, carefully. "He’s—adjusting. He needs quiet. Time. I’ve been... caring for him."
More like riding him ’til your knees gave out, Fina thought but kept her smirk sharp and teeth hidden.
"That’s cute," she replied, tone syrup-slick and full of venom. "But we’re not letting him out of our sight. Not after you claimed him like a heat-drunk sow in a rut."
Nyra’s jaw tightened.
Her hand twitched at her side.
She wasn’t used to being talked to like that—and certainly not by a stray cat with her tits barely covered and a smirk like she owned the place.
"He chose to stay here."
"He chose us before he even knew your name," Fina shot back smoothly.
Rinni nodded tearfully, still clinging to Allen’s arm. "He used to cuddle me after sex, not just leave me tied to a pole..."
Nyra’s nostrils flared.
The thought of Allen’s cock—that cock—being shared again made her thighs twitch. Her pride screamed no. Her body? Betrayed her instantly.
A droplet of drool slid from the corner of her lip.
She wiped it off quickly, pretending it was nothing.
"...Fine," she spat at last. "You can stay with him. But if either of you disturb the rites or interfere—"
"We’ll behave," Fina cut in with a grin so sweet it curdled. "Scout’s honor."
Nyra narrowed her eyes one last time, gaze darting to Allen—still slack-faced, still ’brainwashed.’ Still... perfect.
She turned on her heel and swept out of the hut.
As the curtain of furs fell behind her, Fina exhaled slowly.
Then grinned.
Rinni looked up with glassy eyes.
"She drooled when she talked about his dick," she whispered, giggling.
Fina rolled her eyes. "Of course she did. She’s one deep dicking away from calling him ’Master.’"
Allen, still tied to the post, gave the faintest twitch of his lip.
The game was on.
And the fox tribe?
Had just let two very horny saboteurs into its heart.
The moment Nyra left the hut, the air shifted.
The fur flap settled behind her with a dull whuff, and the three were alone once more—Allen still bound to the post like a temple sacrifice, Rinni glued to his chest, and Fina lounging nearby, tail coiling lazily.
Allen’s eyes glazed over again, and his body slumped slightly.
He tilted his head in that awkward, vacant way, blinking slow and blank like a man whose thoughts had been vacuumed out.
"Fox... tribe... good," he muttered in a flat, dreamy tone. "Will... obey... Lady Nyra..."
Rinni flinched.
She stared up at him, her eyes round and wet, ears drooping so hard they nearly brushed her shoulders.
"A-Allen? Why are you speaking like that?! That’s not how you talk! You’re supposed to say foolish things and make me blush, not... sound like a broken doll!"
Allen gave a slow, blank nod. "Lady Nyra... soft tail... firm hips... much pleasure..."
"NOOOOO!" Rinni wailed, falling to her knees and clutching his leg as though it were the last piece of him she could save. "She broke you! That long-tailed temptress broke you! You belong to me, not her big fluffy tail!"
From the shadows, Fina groaned aloud.
She stood and crossed her arms beneath her chest.
"Oh no. The rabbit’s lost her wits again."
Rinni sobbed louder, pressing her face to Allen’s thigh. "He’s not Allen anymore! He’s just some spell-struck pet for that fox wench! And he likes her! He said her hips brought him pleasure! He doesn’t remember me at all! Not my hay-doll, not the way I weep after I finish—nothing!"
Whap.
A small pebble pinged gently off Rinni’s forehead.
"Ow!" she blinked up, rubbing the spot. "Why did you strike me?"
Fina scowled. "You blubbering fool. He’s pretending. He winked, remember? That’s no ensorcelled man. That’s the same lecher we know, and he’s weaving a plan."
Rinni hiccuped, eyes wide.
"H-he’s... not broken?"
"He’s mocking her. Playing at being enchanted," Fina said, walking over and crouching beside the kneeling rabbitkin. "You are the only one here who believed the act. Foolish, soft-eared dolt."
Rinni’s bottom lip trembled.
She looked up at Allen with teary eyes.
Allen let his tongue loll slightly once more. "Serve fox... breed fox... worship fox woman..."
Fina narrowed her eyes, then smacked his cheek—not hard, but firm enough to make his head jolt and his tongue vanish.
"Stop teasing her," she growled.
Allen grinned.
"Couldn’t resist."
Rinni gasped. "You wicked man! I was about to—about to offer to use my mouth to draw the spell from you!"
Fina glanced at Allen. "See? I told you she’s a simple-minded rabbit."
"I am not!" Rinni cried, puffing her cheeks. "I’m simply... very loyal. And full of emotion."
Fina patted her on the head with an almost tender exasperation.
"And that’s what makes you a dim-witted bun."
