133: The Fox Girl
Beatrice hurried back to her group. All of them were standing, clothed and ready, even Olivia. The ninja girl was favoring her left foot, was red-faced from what happened minutes before, and was even more reserved than earlier, but at least she wasn’t an invalid.
“What are your plans for the girl you so valiantly saved?” Ember asked Beatrice.
“Oh, right,” Tabitha exclaimed. “I completely forgot about her!”
Beatrice decided not to confess so readily that she too had forgotten about the foxkin that they started this whole mess for. But the succubus couldn’t be blamed! Between fucking because of Arousal Point horniness, fighting for her life, fighting for the lives of her friends, and having a quick celebratory threesome, how could she remember?
“Wasn’t that girl the whole reason you charged into that fight in the first place?” Ember reminded Tabitha.
“No, she was the reason Olivia charged in,” Tabitha corrected Ember. “I followed Beatrice.”
“This is pointless,” Beatrice stopped the bickering before it could grow in force and hurried past the group to where they left the fox girl. “Better go check if she’s even alive or if she ran away already.”
The fox girl had not run away. Nor did she die. She was sleeping. Calmly. The girl hugged her orange tail like a body pillow. Her fox ears twitched once in a while in her sleep. Other than those two features, and a cute button nose, she seemed indistinguishable from a human.
Beatrice felt bad for waking the girl up, considering what that girl had gone through today, but she had no choice. They couldn’t stay here, and Beatrice most certainly had no intention of leaving the girl here. The fact that the fox girl was incredibly hot even with her fully covering dress on, had almost nothing to do with Beatrice’s decision to take the girl with them.
Beatrice crouched next to the girl, gently shook the fox girl by the shoulder, and said, “Wake up!”
After a few repeats, the girl did wake up. She slowly opened her eyes that were still red from crying. And when the late teen saw Beatrice’s face, she teared up again and asked, “It wasn’t a dream, was it?”
“If you’re talking about your parents being dead and probably already chopped up into portions for meals of some psycho, then no,” Ember said without the slightest hint of compassion.
Beatrice was left with her mouth open and no idea how to follow that one up while two teardrops ran down the fox girl’s cheeks.
“What’s your name?” Beatrice asked so that she didn’t have to constantly refer to the fox girl as ‘the fox girl’.
“Rafaelia,” the girl answered and slowly got up to a sitting position.
“I’m Beatrice,” the succubus said and extended her hand for a handshake.
Rafaelia just stared at Beatrice’s hand and did not reciprocate the handshake.
“At least you’re safe… Kind of,” Tabitha tried to cheer the girl up. “Do we take her back to her home?”
“Are you insane?” Ember protested. “The Purple Capes will no doubt be waiting for her there!”
“They might also be busy with carrying her parents’ remains to their captain,” Olivia added. “What was her name? Fauna?”
“No, it was Lava!” Tabitha objected.
“Doesn’t matter!” Beatrice intervened. “Her parents are gone! Either Belmot’s men took what they wanted and returned from whence they came, or they doubled down their forces there, waiting for the girl and/or us. And since one of them managed to escape, the latter option is more than likely.”
“Either way, there’s no point for us to go there,” Ember concurred. “Unless someone got a taste for blood and is looking to charge into another suicidal fight?”
Olivia frowned and looked away. She was now even gloomier than during her post-sex walk of shame, and it wasn’t hard for Beatrice to understand why. Olivia had her one opportunity to test her capabilities against the forces that held her sister. And she failed. There was little doubt that Olivia was now her harshest critic, and neither false words of encouragement nor further shaming would help.
“How badly do you want to get stronger?” Beatrice asked.
Olivia looked at Beatrice with eyes full of determination and ask in reply, “Do I even need to answer that?”
Beatrice smiled, “No. We’ll be looking for a fight tonight. Though not with Purple Capes. If your resolve is indeed that strong, you’ll start by walking off what remains of your wounds through sheer willpower because we have no time to lose.”
Beatrice then turned to Rafaelia and said “You have a choice to make. Will you walk the path of revenge? Or do you want to step aside from violence and try to salvage what chance at normality you still have?”
“Normality?” Rafaelia tilted her head with a questioning look. “I want to carve out that captain Fauna’s guts and force feed them to her for what she’s done!”
“O-oh?” Beatrice let out a sound of surprise and shook her head, wondering why she hadn’t expected this sort of a response from a traumatized teen that would obviously want revenge.
But before Beatrice could respond, Rafaelia wiped away her tears and added, “Are you planning to fight those Purple Clowns?”
“Absolutely!” Olivia declared and clenched her fist, trying to regain some of her lost resolve.
“Then please take me with you!” Rafaelia pleaded. “I want to slaughter as many of them as I can with my own hands! I know that I’m weak and useless, and would probably get in the way, but I… I need this! I have no gold or items to offer except my dirty body… But I will do anything if you let me come with you and help me slowly torture that captain pig!”
“E-eh,” now Beatrice was at a complete loss for words. “Offering your body…”
“I know it’s not much!” Rafaelia continued her plea. “Obviously a beauty such as yourself can no doubt get as many hot men and women as she pleases at any time of the day, but… but… My daddy’s best friend said I was the best cock sucker he ever had!”
“O-of course he did,” Beatrice sighed.
“It’s true!” Rafaelia insisted. “I ate his wife out too, and she squirted right in my face from the pleasure while her husband fucked me from behind! I’m really good! All my neighbors know it! Go ask them!”
“You’re hired,” Ember said with a smile.