Thread: Scribe's Retreat

Myumi and Myavi Neko-girl x Futa Myavi stood in the bright forest glade, the violin tucked under her chin. She proceeded to play, Rosamunde wafting through the trees like the autumn afternoon air. Her fingers were graceful along the neck of the violin, as an unseen instrument in the distance joined her. Her soul and spirit flew along the musical notes through the trees, nurturing them with her soul and spirit. She closed her eyes to feel the song course through her body, energizing her with the beauty of its sound. Her eyes were closed, but she looked up, to see the warm sun outline the girl who was not a girl. Her pale pink-white skin glistened in the sun. Her greyish hair brightly lit the sky. As the music raised higher, Myavi put down the violin, to fall for the girl's beautiful eyes. She fell into them, as she touched the girl's chin and gave her a deep soulful kiss. Meanwhile, Myavi held the kitten to her breast. The room was cold, the paint peeled, yellowing. There were no windows, only the occasional poster to give meaning to her soulless life. Myavi huddled in the rotting bed, the mattress held by rusted bedframe. The sheets were simple, but gave her solace, as she curled around the precious thing. Meanwhile, Myavi held the kitten to her breast. She snuggled the dear thing, rubbing her cheek against her furry head. Myavi was warm, happy, among the curled sheets of her bed, with her newfound visitor and companion. As Myavi dreamily dazed, she gave little licks and nibbles to her dear little Myumi, the grey and white cat Myavi loved so dearly. Myavi's hands fondled and caressed Myumi's fine fur, stroking it tenderly in slumbering dream. Myavi's head slid to the creature's chest, as she nuzzled it in catlike purring. Meanwhile , Jacqueline looked over the month's receipts. Thanks to the recession, income was getting low. And, thanks to the internet, competition was becoming greater. Jacqueline at least breathed a sigh of relief that she had Myavi. A shemale may not have generated more income from the mainstream audience, but it certainly gave her niche supporters. And Myavi's half-asian, half-European looks made her exotic enough to stand out from the ladyboys and Brazilians who were giving her fierce competition. Jacqueline was also grateful that Myavi didn't mind the webcams in her apartment although whether or not she was told about them was a different matter. After all, it was Jacqueline's. Certainly being able to spy on a bona fide shemale wasn't something your average video could offer, and, ironically, Myavi's lack of overindulging sexual behavior gave her webcams more sticky eyes than Jacqueline had additionally thought. Jacqueline absentmindedly peered up from her papers to see that one of the webcams in Myavi's bedroom caught her with another woman. This was a little unusual in that Myavi infrequently brought women home, and surely Jacqueline, as the other resident in the apartment, would have noticed this sort of thing earlier. Jacqueline raised a brow. That... that wasn't a woman at all. Jacqueline was unsure what to do next. But she hoped they'd fuck . After all, that was what brought in the profits.