Thread: 'Twixt Sea and Mirrored Sky (MissInk & Erit)

Don't let them see you cry, girl. When they do they'll know how to break you. It was the only other thing she remembered of her birth Mother. This advice and name she gave her Azrea. Though she could no longer remember what she looked like, these two things burned into her psyche far more than anything her Masters had ever told her. Her kind once inhabited small corners of the world but once they were discovered and deemed 'Animalistic Savages', they were taken and shipped all over the world as Slaves. Demand rose for Hybrid laborers and the controlled breeding began, with Females fetching prices almost triple than that of a Male. Azrea was one such Kit born into this trade and was made to work in Cornfields under the hot sun for hours every day. Due to their shared anatomy with their feral counterparts, Hybrids were different from Humans in many ways besides their obvious physical differences. Aside from having an Estrous Cycle, Hybrids also couldn't perspire as freely as Humans and the stress caused by the heat was just one of the many hardships and tribulations young Kits learned to face in the shackles of Men. At 10, the men that bought Azrea owned a vineyard on an island. After paying a considerable amount, Azrea became their new 'investment'. If it wasn't the overbearing heat from the sun in the yards then it was the exhaustion of being overworked and underfed. There were many times the young Vixen would have cried but instead the emotion was balled up so tight and pushed so far down into her being that her stomach would contract harder than the starvation. It transmuted her frustrations to aggression and she became no stranger to punishment. The day of her first estrous cycle marked the day of her real worth but the toll of trepidation and undernourishment had left her unfruitful. After only two cycles, they ceased entirely. From then, Azrea was branded 'worthless'. The Vixen aided her Masters at Market the first time she saw him . She was unloading the smallest barrels from the cart when her blue eyes first spotted the man who stood head and shoulders over every Master present at the Market. Being so small, she had no idea men could become so big. As he drew closer the aroma of his sex hormone was potent and influential to some deep animalistic instinct to serve, follow and mate with the strongest. The young Vixen kept her eyes on the towering man and their eyes met as he came by her Master's Wine stall who sprang on his accomplices for a sale. While her Master charmed and allured them to purchase, he tenderly grazed the side of his finger against the red swelling on her pale gaunt cheek, from her Master's earlier discipline, and gave the skinny Fox a look of pity and compassion that Azrea had never experienced from Men before. He left her heart quivering with desperation to feel loved. Gathering every ounce of courage and energy in her little-emaciated body, the rebellious Fox fled. If caught, she knew she'd be killed. The small, dextrous Fox scampered through the busy market, scuttling between vendors and wagons to the docks where she followed the potent smell of testosterone to his vessel. It wasn't until the ship left the dock when Azrea squeezed out from hiding. She tugged at the linen collar that had been sewn closed around her neck and professed that she wanted to belong to him and him alone. The Vixen didn't offer him her servitude or skill, he had strong men around him that could do 3 times the work she could achieve, but instead offered him her heart and internal loyalty if he allowed her to remain at his side. His crew bombarded her with accusations and questions but the Vixen's eyes remained on his and before he gave any prompt or gesture, she knew he had agreed for her to stay. With a vivid understanding of non-verbal expression, Azrea found similarities in his body language and facial cues to that of the ear and tail movements of her own kind. With it came an intense intimacy as she could understand, laugh, rebel and sympathize with his unspoken words and sense any change in hormones and brain chemistry to understand him almost entirely. The day the Captain honored her with her collar was the happiest day. The 'worthless' Vixen had been granted meaning and purpose. She was safe and cherished by this man and while her tail quivered and wagged, the Fox shed tears of thanks and finally released the knotting turmoil from her stomach. Azrea's health returned in leaps and bounds and became an entirely new lively addition to the ship. Witt, obstinacy, honesty, and compassion had earned her a place with the crew and her new found desires and spirited approach had made the Captain's bed far warmer at night. A storm was coming, she could smell it and naturally avoided the coming rain by nesting the Captain's Quarters. Since their bond awakened her sexuality, the young adult Vixen had become quite insatiable with unwavering desires to feel and please the Master she chose. More often though, she simply enjoyed being in his presence. When he entered, his pet was stood at the only window in the room wearing nothing but one of his linen shirts. The garment was huge on her small frame and the hem hung below her knees. Her soft, thick-furred tail hung out of the bottom, swaying side to side casually when she turned to face him, standing a length away from her as he always did. The rain is close, she said with a single twitch of her ears. Loose but unkempt auburn curls were pinned up around them. We're docking aren't we? she asked, leaning towards him and reaching out for her small slender fingers to clasp the bottom of his shirt. Then stay down here until we get there. Why stand out there and get wet? she asked, pressing her face into his abdomen as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her tail also wrapped around his thigh. It was always a risk when she wore his clothes since the intoxicating smell of his natural musk in the fibers always ignited her feisty desires. Her breasts pushed gently into his crotch in his position while the Fox looked up at him, her chin against his stomach, with an exaggerated pout on her lips. Using his bicep as leverage, his pet lifted her body into the crook of his bent arm and wrapped her both her thighs around his sternum to keep in place and at eye level with him. I missed you last night she spoke softly in his ear while her hands stroked gently across the side of his face and tangled in his hair and with a sweetly demanding tone she added. You should have woke me up. She had already complained about the same this morning, though quite a few hours had passed since then and the mischievous Fox thought he might need reminding. Her lips caressed his jawline, placing small kisses along the length before gently nuzzling into the crook of his neck to kiss and gently nip at his skin. Her attempts usually came in bouts depending how long he denied her, which was something she was sure he liked doing on purpose. Once her coy and sweet attempts were turned down, they became more dominant and further again left her begging for what she wanted. Regardless of how he liked to tease her, Azrea never needed to beg for affection since it naturally graced his every action towards her.