[SNEAK PEEK]The Culprit
The villain who brought OldQuarry to ruin faces justice.
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The Culprit By Limewah Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (March 2025) 18+ This story is a follow-up to A Failed Escape: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2246598 SNEAK PEEK
Utahime was a slave to her lust. Like every other soul in the doomed, lost city of OldQuarry.
The floating eye-constructs that had put her under this lustful spell were now floating rather listlessly. The ones that remained, anyway. One by one, they were vanishing into nothingness, the magic that created them slowly waning and ebbing back into the ether that surrounded and bound all things.
Not that the kitsune noticed. She had come innumerable times, not that she would have been able to keep track. Numbers, words, concepts… all were banished from her brain, leaving only the intense, torturous, un-ending lust.
After long days and nights of this, the limits of her consciousness were approaching. The release of oblivion. The only way to end this torturous arousal…
She fell unconscious at last, her eyes still wide, her face stiff and wide in an endless, silent moan.
*
Then she woke.
“Kkhh!”
She sat upright, feeling her weight sinking into velour and goose-down. It was a familiar squishy sensation. A sensation she knew well, a place she’d woken up in with a splitting hangover many a time after a rager at her step-brother’s place. She was also draped in a warm, coarse linen robe.
Something wet and moist was draining down her face. At first, as she blinked, she thought it might have been tears, but it was just a little thicker and oilier.
Her eyes felt sore, but significantly less so than they might have.
As her vision focused, a familiar orange shape resolved in front of her. A fox with fluffy cheeks and a pouffe of hair between his long, red-tipped ears. He was holding a little phial of clear liquid in his paws, and a small dropper.
“H-hey sis,” Clayton said.
“What’m I doing here…?” she groaned.
“I brought you, of course!” Clay said, grinning sheepishly.
“Oh, fuck, you were in OldQuarry?” she reached out to grab his shoulders. “What were you doing there, how did you escape, how did you avoid the witch’s…”
She could see the guilt in that smile now.
“Clay.”
“Y-Yes, Uta?”
“Did you cast that spell on Oldquarry.”
“Uh… so, maybe I-”
He didn’t get to finish that thought before Utahime leapt over his head, her paws perched on his shoulders. As she landed on the other side, she gripped and pulled, using her momentum to throw Clay through the air like a bullet from a sling.