The Chimera Summoner – Ch 35 – Part Violette – Six-tailed Seeker

Part  2--

“How do you do that, by the way?”

“Mggfffuh?” Violette asked, still struggling to chew through the huge bite.

I watched incredulously as she managed to stuff a red tuber into her mouth along with everything else.

“Your bond has always been…?” I struggled to explain it. “Not stronger, really. Though its growing, and I love that. Especially today.”

She nodded happily as I stroked my fingertips along her spine.

“But even on the first day…You know what I’m trying to say?” I asked.

“Kkgfhffhrrr.” She nodded, sagely.

“Exactly.” I said. “It’s clear. Sharp. I can understand basic intentions, and I get a LOT of emotional clarity from the others. I know what everyone wants, in simple situations. And that’s all getting better through combat training. But your bond, I feel like I can almost hear your voice in my head, sometimes. Not like mind reading. But like. Sometimes you look at me and I just know exactly what you’re gunna say, word for word.”

“Kffffrrrtttffffxxx.” She said, visibly struggling to swallow.

“It’s to do with you being a spirit fox?” I asked. “ALSO: I remember Lorna saying something about six tails, the first day?? What’s up with that?”

Violette blushed.

Shyly.

Shy. Bashful. Blush.

ADORABLE.

Weird. Shyness was not a look I associated with my feisty, tough as nails, slightly vain fox-girl.

Maybe more than slightly. But I liked it.

“It’s not adorable, it's stupid.” Violette scowled, covering her cheeks like they’d betrayed her.

“See that’s exactly what I’m talking about though.” I said. “What the hells?”

“I have better control of the Bond ‘cause it's a spirit thing.” She shrugged. “If you had a regular ‘bang bang explosion mage’, she’d be able to do more with the bond than me, probably.”

“Not Lorna?” I asked.

“Lorna is a ‘hmmmm, perhaps, indubitably! mage.’” Violette explained.

I snorted into an amused cackle. “She is, now you mention it.”

Violette snuggled closer, wrapping her leg over mine.

“And the tails?” I asked, stroking her smooth leg affectionately.

Violette buried her nose in my chest.

“Are you blushing?!” I asked, twisting to try and see the cuteness.

“NO.”

“Show meeeeeee.” I pleaded.

Her head popped up immediately.

Grumpy.

But obedient.

Fuck that was hot.

And her pink cheeks were just…!

I squished them with my free hand.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Violette scowled.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I would only show my other tails to… my…” She turned away, scowling so deeply that her eyes were almost closed.

“Oh!” I said, plucking the thought right out of her head. “Your mates.”

She nodded.

“And we haven’t… gotten there yet.” I nodded. “That’s ok. I’ll wait as long as you–”

“But you think we will be mates?!” Violette locked onto me with weapons-grade focus. Her eyes were suddenly inches from my own.

“I mean…?!” I said, startled. “I thought…I don’t want to presume, or anything. We should clarify…”

“For life.” Violette said, intensely. “Forever, if we can get you Transcended.”

“I thought we were already…”

“The bond is breakable. We could snap it at any moment, and you could summon another. Serenity is the only one who has the Vow protecting her from that.” Violette said at a million miles an hour.

Ahhh. This had been on her mind a lot.

She crawled onto my lap, straddling me tightly, so that she could more comfortably stare into my eyes from point blank range.

My cock…being the predictable slut that she was…rose right up to the occasion immediately.

“Sorry uhh, I know this is serious, I didn’t mean to–”

Violette wiggled, slipped my cock between her ass cheeks and nestled down on me.

It was…certainly more comfortable! But very, extremely distracting. I blinked rapidly, trying to stay on topic.

“You’ve been worried about being replaced?” I asked, gently.

“No.”

“Violette.”

She blinked slowly. “Not now. But in the future. Who knows what the pack will need. And I am still replaceable.”

“Ok. Gotcha. I understand now.” I grabbed her face and met her gaze with more intensity. I glared hard until she started doing those slow, lazy blinks that she sometimes gave me.

“Listen closely, and believe what I am going to tell you. That’s an order. Do you understand me?” I growled.

Violette nodded, awkwardly with how much of a hold on her face I had.

“I should have told you how I felt clearly. I will now. I will never, ever have the slightest desire to replace you. Not in my team. Not in my bed. Not at my side. There is a Violette shaped place reserved in my heart now, and no one in the entire universe could ever fill it but you.”

Slowly, Violette’s face, squished in my hands, crumpling up like crushed origami.

“Huh?” I started, not recognizing the expression or the TORRENT of feelings I was sensing from her.

“Really?” She demanded, voice squeaky.

“Yeah!” I said, feeling like I should explain. “You come off so self-assured, and cool, and aloof sometimes that I get intimidated out of comforting or reassuring you, the way I do the others. In my head, I am just so lucky to be with you, that it genuinely didn’t occur to me that you might feel like your position was in any way precarious, even in the distant future.”

“And you want to be mates?” she asked, so intensely that her nose was literally squishing mine, even with me holding her face tightly.

“Desperately. Forever.” I said.

I felt her probing the bond to verify. Evidently, she found me sincere.

She’d batted my hands aside, bulldozed her forehead as hard as she could into my shoulder, and was abruptly sobbing and clutching my neck with her whole, considerable strength.

“Violette! Don’t murder me!” I choked out.

Her grip loosened JUST enough for me to gasp in some air.

I closed my arms around the weeping girl on my lap and held her tight, softly stroking her back while her tail floof-ed up and down into the ground like she was trying to hammer something in with a pillow.

I held her, and was just barely not strangled by her, for a long time. I stroked her hair, which was just starting to be dried by the fire. In a feat of dexterity that shocked me, I successfully kicked another log onto the blaze without burning the forest down.

“If the vow thing bothers you, I will just make another one to you.” I murmured. “Ok?”

Violette sobbed louder.

“Nope.” I back-peddled. “I mean, I will do whatever it takes for you to know that you’re as secure as you want to be.”

Slowly, like they were emerging from behind one another, five more tails came into view. The five I hadn’t seen before were each a different shade, transparent, and seemed to be insubstantial or close to it. All six sprouted from the same place low on her spine, and as they waved shyly, they passed through one another without resistance.

She blinked up at me, silently awaiting my reaction.

“They’re SOO beautiful, Vi!” I breathed.

The tails all wagged separately like the fluffiest hydra of happiness.

One looked to be made of fluffy shadow. One that was like a giant fluffy candle flame, smooth and flickering. Another was the fluffy ghost of water, then fluffy silver moonlight, then ethereal fluffy flowers twisted together–recognizable as her signature cinderblossoms.

“Wowwwww!” I gasped as they moved through one another. “Can…You can totally say no…Can I touch?”

Violette nodded, and one by one her tails brushed over my extended hands. I found that, like her material tail, each was astonishingly soft. The main differences were texture and temperature, with the Cinderblossom one being especially difficult to describe. It was somehow…Spirit-y? I felt like it was touching my Spirit attribute, not my hand. Somehow. It was weird and a little ticklish.

I sensed her vulnerability, through our bond. She was showing me something totally secret. Far, far more exposing than her nudity, or even our Soulbond, in some ways. This was an aspect of herself that she’d only show to the absolute closest people in her life. And it was a sign that she expected us to be together for life.

I felt a little liquid puddling at the corners of my eyes as I smiled into her big namesake eyes. She leaned forward, and I met her happily.

We shared a long, tender kiss that tasted like forever.

When we finally parted, both pretty emotional, and even a little sniffly, I stroked her back all the way down to her lovely bouquet of tails. She wiggled gleefully.

“Mates.” She growled, with satisfaction.

“Mates.” I agreed.

“As mates, we should–” Violette started, grinding her hips suggestively.

“--should have no secrets between us.” I interjected.

“Of course.” she said, pausing... confused.

I essentially never turned down any kind of sexual advance when we were alone. If anything, I couldn't keep my hands off my girls the moment we had any privacy. But this couldn't wait any longer.

“Violette.”

“Yes.”

“Love of my life.”

“That’s ME.”

“Vast, fierce huntress mine.”

She growled in primal satisfaction, all six tails wagging frantically, framing her in writhing fluffy softness.

I looked pointedly at the basket that I had hauled up the mountain.

“What the fuck is with the jars of dirt?” I begged.

Triangular, tufty ears flicked back.

My fox stood (boooo) and stalked over to her clothes (BOOOO).

“Don't fucking ‘boo’ me, I'll bite you.” She muttered, digging through her pockets. She plopped her clothes to a dry bit of mossy rock and placed a pile of something down.

"Promise?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

She growled at me. "Do you want this now, or do you want sex now?"

"This. This this this. I'll literally die if I don't know."

I plodded over to see, and she untied the basket to reveal a collection of glass jars filled with various dirt.

She indicated the pile of stuff that she'd pulled from her pockets….

Which must be what she'd been venturing off to collect, all along our hike up the mountain….

They were seeds, and cuttings. And a couple weird rocks.

“As mates, we have to have a garden.” Violette informed me.

I smiled. “I would garden with you. Going to be tough in the dorm room, though.”

She nodded, taking a seed and carefully planting it in one of her jars.

“We can start small. Window sills and sunny corners. Just a few things. But later, we’ll grow what we need. All of us. Flowers for Lucy. Tea for Lorna. Big, big trees for Serenity. The biggest we can find. Veggies for me.” She listed, planting another seed and storing it safely in the basket.

I joined her, warmth spreading through me as I listened to the care she was putting into our relationships.

“And me?” I inquired.

She shrugged. “Four hotties to be happy, healthy, and HORNY. What else could you NEED? You want me to grow you DRUGS???”

I burst out laughing, causing her ears to turn right at me.

She grinned, baring her little fangs. “I'll share my veggies.”

“I'd love that, Dynamite.” I smiled, fondly.

She whipped her chin upwards, staring at me ferally down her little nose.

“You called me Dynamite.” She accused.

I shrugged.

“Sex now, garden later.” Violette announced.

“Yes.” I agreed.

She launched herself in a wild tackle, barreling me to the ground in a happy, rolling pile of fluffiness and love.