"Hm, I'm sure I was up to page thirty.."
The Deer-Lynx mused to herself; her thick yet soft Scottish accent trailing off as she fell silent, throwing another cherry of deep crimson between her swiftly-parting lips of pink; closing just as fast as they opened as the cherry's fate was sealed. Behind that cute face - coated in a thin layer of light orange fur with a beige-white undertone that ran along the lower part of her jaw - the juicy orb of fruit found itself in a hostile environment that was like a wide-spanning cavern.Of course, it was almost completely lightless.. but one
would be able to feel the sheer weight of boiling moisture in the air; alongside the glistening sheen of saliva that covered the pink flesh of the Deer-Lynx's maw. While the palette was hard, the insides of the cheeks were wonderfully soft and plush, consisting of simple flesh without muscle or hardened matter.. while the bottom of the maw beneath that firm mass of muscle and tissue called a tongue - where the saliva pooled beneath it felt more like a waterbed as the muscles twitched and flinched in several motions at once. And all while a firm row of shining white teeth lined the upper and lower jaw of their owner's mouth, it was needless to state the obvious as that same cherry that was dispensed casually upon the top of the Deer-Lynx's tongue begun to make quick work of it. At first, the fleshy muscle caressed and slathered around it, soaking it with that saliva as the Deer Lynx begun to suck on the lovely flavour she was extractingfrom it.. letting out delighted mumbles as tears in the surface
of the cherry started to appear, causing the red filling to trickle out."Hmmph~"
Not only was Elain's train of thought found itself focused
into finishing her after-class studies, but she kept any other part of her subconscious that wasn't paying attention instead dulled with her idle cherry-popping. Warmly smiling as she powered through the late evening of a busy day.The Deer-Lynx lived in a modest accommodation, a dormitory consisting of a shared living space that was a relatively small; square-shaped room. With the entryway door against the wall at the back behind her, Elain simply continued, having sat herself sideways with her right half laid upon the comforting, brown leather of the sofa; her left hand occasionally stretching out to the glass bowl filled with cherries, left upon the wooden coffee table in front of her.Elain had not bothered to change out into new clothes; still wearing her pink short-skirted dress that ran down just to knees; accompanied with a pair of pink-and-white striped stockings that ended at her double hoof-toed feet. She had only removed her brown jacket; resting her head atop of the discarded article on the back of the sofa while her upper body laid back against the sofa's arm side her. With fur cuffs around the wrists and neck - alongside it's expensive price tag - it was one of the Deer-Lynx's favourite jackets.
The evening sun shone through the windows before her, Elain simply enjoying the radiating warmth the rays kissed her with while scribbling a few notes on her study book, looking between that and her notebook of references, both laid upon the table as well. For a moment, the Deer-Lynx twiddled her pencil between her orange-furred fingers; clacking the side of the pencil against her nails that - much like a Humans ranalong the top of her natural-black fingertips.. only to curve up
and along the very end of the digit.
It was a natural feature of the Hybrid's, sharing the same
dark material as her hoof-toed feet that she idly dragged across
the white-carpeted flooring beneath the sofa. Her feet were
much alike the typical plantigrade shape that many
Interspecies shared with their Human counterparts.. although
instead of the ball and toes of her feet being more comparable
to a paw, the toes were instead two hooved digits that crowned
the orange-furred top and fluffy white sole of the Deer-Lynx's
foot.
In all honesty, Elain could admit that the black keratin of
her hoof-toed feet were.. slightly marred, a tad scratched.
The Deer-Lynx frowned, somewhat out of annoyance. She
hated such blemishes; despite the generally dull reception that
her nerves would receive when the cloven digits actually
touched or felt anything.. it didn't stop Elain from personally
feeling dirty at the slightest thought of her feet being unkempt.
She took thorough care of every inch of herself, using several
fur-softening soaps and fragrant lotions.. not to mention her
bushy white hair of thick curls that ran down to her shoulders
that so mercifully helped hide those stubby, dark beige antlers
that poked out from her forehead.
Anytime someone saw them, they asked if she was a boy..
and she didn't exactly like when people made that assumption.
While antlers were an indication of a male for her species, her
genetic composition as a Hybrid meant certain features came
to be, such as her stubby antlers. Of course, her more Feline
features did show off in turn, it was evidently noticeable in how
her fur looked and shaped itself upon her body; instead of the
fine, thin coating of fur.. Elain's hide was thicker, sharper..
puffing out along the shoulders and upper arms; not to
mention her collarbone and neck area.
Physically speaking, Elain wasn't as slender and petite as
most Interspecies of her type.. she carried a particular,
'thickness', in form.. even if she was still two or three heads
taller than most Felines. Briefly flicking her tongue - now
coated in splattered juices of cherry - against her molars.. she
could still feel her sharp teeth.. another trait of her father's
heritage, rather than her mother's. For a moment, the Deer-
Lynx paused.. realizing that she had been playing with that
single cherry in her mouth for quite a few minutes! A blush
started to appear across her cheeks, realizing how brutally she
had her way with it. Squeezing it coldly in her tongue's coiling
grasp before forcing it against her teeth; repeatedly impaling it
before a firm and final pop between her fangs.
She certainly inherited some those, 'Feline urges', or so she
had come familiar with. Not only with how the Deer-Lynx
treated her food.. but also in an unaware fashion as she
continued to brutally pound and squeeze the soles of her feet
into her blue-haired victim, shivers running up her spine as she
subconsciously registered the squirming of the Human
underfoot.
For Mathew, it drove the point all the more further at how
unknowingly sadistic his captor was, laying sideways upon the
sofa above him while her hoof-toed feet had their way with
him. If Elain was any the wiser - or even knew that the little
Human was present - she'd so adamantly keep her feet on the
sofa while making sure she knew exactly where he was! Or
even in the case she accidentally squished him underfoot, she
would swiftly pull her sole off his body before picking him up
and gently hugging him in her tender grasp, making sure that
he wasn't hurt.
Elain was simply too sweet and kind.. even if she would
somehow be aware that the blue-haired, dimensional intruder
not only was immortal but outright enjoyed the pain and
pleasure of being snuffed out in such violent manners..ITwould still break the Deer-Lynx's heart to even know she
slightly bruised him.
But in this scenario - completely unaware - she was nothing
short of an embodiment of cruelty.. even if it was
unintentional. The Humans of this world were very similar to
Mat, equally tiny in scale as they were the small ones in this
reality.. albeit even a Human in this place was twice the height
of the blue-haired interloper. Looks aside, they also seemed to
have a natural resilience that made Mathew look more like a
bug than anything else, as a Human in this world could endure
being squished under the weight of an Interspecies - this
world's word for their giant counterparts - while practically
flattening them and standing only on one foot.. and said
Human would just feel rather sore from it all, if only a bit
bruised!
Elain popped another cherry into her mouth, this time
simply swallowing it as she felt the tiny thing travel down her
throat after a soft; feminine gulp that even Mathew could hear.
. all while he was currently pinned back-first upon the floor
while the fuzzy; firm ball of the Deer-Lynx's right foot grinded
itself down upon him.
The scent of fruity freshness overwhelmed his lungs,
making it the only thing that the buds in his mouth could taste
when he gasped for air, every time his captor's foot twisted
itself sideways caused him to exhale out of sheer pressure. Of
course, there was an underlying scent of worn leather and a
somewhat sour, vanilla sweatiness.. mixing rather strangely as
a byproduct of a long day walking on foot, wearing a set of flip-
flops with a hook that was strapped over the top of the foot to
the base of the insole where the ankles lay.
And while the fur of Elain's foot was relatively soft and dry,
Mathew's body was sweltering from the sheer amount of heat
he was forced to endure! Coming from both the rays of evening
sunlight piercing through the window; illuminating the floor
around him, the Deer-Lynx had a natural amount of bodily
warmth that - even in the approach to winter - still kept her
rather warm. It was only more arousing of an experience for
Mat that he felt his manhood being tickled and caressed by
thick strands of fuzz while the sole oppressing him continued
to grind left-to-right against the floor.
He was completely nude, having found himself in such
state of nakedness when he first awoke in this world. He
couldn't even create any makeshift coverings, as Elain liked to
clean on the regular.. picking up even the smallest of crumbs as
fast as the Deer-Lynx's fully-fledged, Feline sibling would drop
them as she munched on crisps and the like.
As far as Mathew knew, Elain's sister was called Bridget..
and despite the two butting heads on more than one occasion,
they still loved the other in a way only sisters could.
Interrupting Mat out of his thoughts, Elain begun to
change tactics. The Deer-Lynx getting more focused into her
studying, her right foot begun to slide backwards against the
carpeted flooring, creating a cascade of ruffling and vibrations
that were more like earthquakes for her Human captive's ears.
The little Human was unable to escape, being caught up in
the movements, being kept in one place against the floor while
Elain's sole dragged itself backwards, the fur continuing
rubbing in a continuous downwards motion that forced his
manhood between his legs.. leaving a trickle of sticky; slightly-
glowing blue liquid that was coerced from his most intimate
appendage.
Needless to say, Elain started to feel herself getting more..
relaxed.. in a strange turn of events. Of course, it was a simple
byproduct from Mathew's climactic juices and in no way a
natural thing of the Deer-Lynx simply finding a comfortable
position. She even started to feel slightly hazy as her right foot
started to more slowly kick itself back, hovering into the air to
bob up and down in a repeated motion.
Mathew was left on the floor, burdened with fatigue that
left him immobile in tired limpness; panting heavily as
remnants of his slowly built-up excitement that was ultimately
denied the final push for release had begun to trickle out from
his manhood.. all while he was forced to stare up at that same
foot that was now taunting him.
But then a familiar shadow came down, a glimmer of
eagerness returning into Mat's eyes as he saw the hoof-toed
sole of Elain's left foot shooting down towards him!-
Thump!
Mat opened his eyes.. he was still alive? Notably, he wasn't
even in any pain! He should have been crushed flat, rendered
into a smear by the force that the Deer-Lynx exerted so
candidly upon him.. only to find out that - as he looked around
- she didn't actually step on him.. at least, not technically.
Flanking either sides of him were sharply flat, smooth walls of
black keratin!
Looking backwards, the little Human realized he found
himself between his captor's cloven toes. His surroundings
formed something comparable to an urban alleyway, with the
open space just behind Mat; the evening rays of sunlight
touching his bare back. Then, looking forwards fully, Mat was
met the fleshy; fur-coated wall - that was the dead end part of
the urban alleyway analogy - that was hidden between the
Deer-Lynx's toes in all moments they kept closed and touching
together. It was likely a somewhat unnatural movement for
Elain's digits to assume, as a deep inhale far above Mathew
gave the impression that his captor was simply stretching
herself out.
But now - revealed to him as her digits were stretched
outwards - Mathew had a perfect view at what that particular
area of Elain that likely everyone saw the least of looked like,
where the pillar at the toe end of a sandal for anyone else's foot
would press up against. In Elain's case, she couldn't wear those
types of sandals or flip-flops, always mentioning how they
never were comfortable when her keratin toes closed together;
leaving that strip of leather pressed in such an agitating
manner against the gap of her digits.
Of course, while just as fascinating for a sight and place for
Mat to find himself in, it was as equally dangerous.. as it would
take a simple movement for Elain's toes to close back together
- like a crushing weight of some junkyard machine that
compressed cars into flattened pancakes - to ultimately pop the
blue-haired intruder like a grape!
Not that Mat was even thinking about that.. his arousal
lingered in his body; all he could think of was trying to fully
satiate his desire and need for release. And so like a moth to a
flame, Mathew shakily brought himself upright and walked
towards the furry wall-
Clomp!
The little Human was only a few steps before reaching
relative safety.. only for it all to be in vain as he took too long,
as the keratin walls suddenly shot inwards, slamming together
and sandwiching Mat brutally between them! Fortunately,
Elain moved so slowly - and yet being so comparatively fast for
Mat's eyes - that she only pushed Mathew around as he found
himself completely immobilized, his back and front now
forcibly compressed by those cold; hard walls of his captor's
cloven toes.. ever so incredibly lucky for not only being alive,
but that the worse he was left with was an aching bruising as
he got caught between them.
It wasn't that bad, either.. as besides the looming threat of
being killed so brutally, there was still a sliver of light that
reigned down from above Mat's head.. his tiny body of flesh
acting as a divider that was barely anything of a millimeter or
such, keeping his captor's toes from fully pressing together.
Unfortunately for Mathew, Elain quickly noticed.
"Hmmph.. hngh~"
Her subconscious mind registered the strange feeling of a
force keeping the toes of her left foot separate, not fully coming
into contact with the other. At first, Elain's brows furred as she
suckled on another cherry, not even beginning to chew or
swallow before tossing another to join her maw. She begun to
play with them between her mouth, having fun bumping them
between each other while the keratin digits of her left foot
begun to squeeze inwards.
It was anything but painless for Mat.
He wasn't sure if Elain was simply ignoring his cries or was
just that oblivious to what must have been tiny; whimpering
squeaks from the little Human as the skin of both his front
and back was met with the living walls squeezing inwards,
followed by a light snap that was one of Mathew's ribs cracking
from the pressure. Just then, the pressure stopped; giving the Deer-Lynx's captive a chance to breath.. only for her candid
torture to resume.
The left toe begun to flex upwards, the right toe flexing
downwards.. what was a simple movement resulted in
something far worse for Mathew, as the bare flesh of his body
was met with painful amounts of friction that not only scraped
against his form, but also channeled a burning level of heat
upon him! While both this sensation and method of inflicted
pain was new to Mat, he couldn't help himself as he moaned
between sharp gasps of shock while his manhood was grinded
downwards and upwards, giving him a full rubbing-down as if
his body was being pressed into sandpaper on both sides!
It only got worse as Mat climaxed, unable to contain
himself when he was subjected to this new sensation.. despite
the many deaths he endured, this one was very unique. The
resulting trickling of glowing blue liquid slathered into the
keratin walls, spreading further and further across the surface of both sides that rubbed around Mat's lower half.. the Deer-
Lynx finding herself once more focused in a trance of
excitement; now only more fervently rubbing her hoof-toed
feet together.
That just made it worse for Mathew.
If Elain said that she took so much care of her hooves that
they were as sleek and polished as a car, she wouldn't be lying..
although it was those two flat walls that comprised the insides
of her digits where she didn't pay too much attention to.
Despite that smooth and almost car-like sheen that Mat
enjoyed touching and feeling on the exterior of the Deer-
Lynx's toes, these interior walls were rougher, more jagged..
and it became tenfold more intense as Elain fidgeted with her
toes!
Mat's skin was being shredded, practically rendered from
the flesh and muscle of his body as a few bones snapped and
cracked violently from the exerting pressure.. but it was primarily from the way that Elain's toes shifted up and down
that brought him unbelievable amounts of pain. His hair had
been nearly completely torn from his scalp, the bone of his
skull starting to show.
It was like peeling a tomato, or a carrot.. only the method
of peeling was nothing but sheer; constant rubbing of a surface
that felt even worse than sandpaper.. not to mention the jagged
bits that cut like daggers into Mathew's flesh as they ran up
and down, slicing into him like the swings of axes while any
amount of skin he had was only covering the sides of his arms
and legs.. his front and back was nought but raw; exposed
flesh, bleeding and tearing at the tendons as more and more of
Mat's body was carved away like how the waves of the ocean
lashed at the cliffside of a rocky beach.
Combined with the friction that was next to burning, Mat
was subjected to nothing short of torture as he was being
grinded down, a sliver of flesh as thin as paper being scraped off his body every time the rough surfaces caressed into him.
The blood and flesh that was torn off him didn't save him, just
slightly dull the sharpness as that dry, sandpaper-like wall was
now bloody and soaking wet.. but still shaving him down
nonetheless.
To top it all off, Elain was completely unaware of the sheer
brutality that she was displaying! Mathew didn't stop
climaxing either, his mind completely at a loss to the wonder
and pain that-
"Elain, I'm back!"
"H-Huh!?-
It ended swiftly. Mat's existence for a few minutes was
nought but being slowly grinded away.. that was, up until the
door at the back of the room clicked open before being swiftly
slammed shut, causing the Deer-Lynx to jump upright as she instinctively brought her hooved toes together with full force
as-
Splat!
It wasn't visible to the outside world, but as Elain sat up on
the sofa, planting both of her feet properly on the floor.. Mat's
body was completely flattened between those rough walls of
black keratin that were the insides of the Deer-Lynx's left foot's
toes.
Meanwhile, to the outside world, Elain turned her head
around, smiling as she saw her half-sister walking in; having
closed the door behind her.
"Hey, sis! How was the gym?"
Elain wasn't as physically active as her sibling.. but she still
wanted to know how Bridget's day actually went. By the looks
of it, the Lynx was exhausted! Every inch of her body -
consisting of beige-orange fur with a secondary white colour was matted in glistening sweat! It didn't help that the full-on
Lynx tomboy had a thick hide of fur.
"S-Sweet! Ah, d-did a few laps with.. th-that Mouse guy,
Ch-Christopher.."
The Deer-Lynx blinked rapidly for a few seconds, tilting
her head.
"You mean.. Christopher, as in.. one of Katherine's sons?
Our assistant headteacher?"
Elain's eyes of emerald looked back into Bridget's sapphire
ones as she stood upright, the two sisters making eye contact.
The Lynx tomboy wore naught but a pair of blue boxer shorts
that barely went halfway down her thighs; alongside a tank top
of white that.. looked more so greyish with how sweaty it was.
There wasn't much left to the imagination in regards to
Bridget's muscled, well-toned body.. her coating of fur still
showing off her muscles underneath; especially her subtle six pack. All the while she wore a set of toeless blue sneakers that
showed off her five-toed, paw-like feet as the tomboy slung a
rucksack over her shoulders.
"H-Him! Yeah.. lil' runt beat me, three out of five laps
around the.. gym building.."
"He beat you? Isn't he.. a head or so shorter than you?"
While it wasn't necessarily a matter of height, Mice
Interspecies were.. notably short, perhaps even the shortest of
individual species out of them all; while it didn't make them
any less as people, it did mean they lacked in a few
metaphorical departments. The Lynx's ears twitched, their
owner unable to hold back in grumpily purring as a response.
"He's training to be a constable, of course the lil' bugger's
gonna be fast!"
Bridget then gave a dismissive wave, immediately turning
and walking to the door on her immediate right, taking no pause to open it and partially reveal a white-tiled bathroom
within.. only to pause as the Lynx turned to face her sister once
again.
"Oh, if Christopher knocks on the door.. tell him I'm not
doing it."
The way that Bridget spoke those words sounded..
flustered? Elain could only imagine the reasons why, but the
slight blushing beneath her half-sister's fur-soaked cheeks only
gave her much more curiosity to wonder why!
"D-Don't ask.. what it is."
And with that, the Lynx walked into the bathroom, closing
the door behind her.. leaving the Deer-Lynx rather confused as
she turned back to face the coffee table, only shrugging her
shoulders as she did.
"Okay? Eh, might as well finish up my notes."
Chatting to herself, Elain leaned forward, starting to
resume on her notes.. only to slowly pause as her brows
furrowed, her eyes squinting.. and her ears picking up that
strange, sqluelching sound as the hooved toes of her left foot
started to rub together.
"What the?-"
Elain pushed herself against the sofa before kicking both of
her bare feet up, planting them by their heels upon the wooden
edge of the coffee table as she once more leaned her upper body
forward; using her fingers to hold and pull the toes of her left
foot apart.. a lock of surprise and shock suddenly appearing
across her face.
"Oh!- Ah, ew.."
What remained of Mathew was nothing short of what a
crime gang would prefer of someone - a completely
unidentifiable, splattered stain of blood that dribbled down the length of the walls that were the insides of Elain's toes; all
while bits of meaty chunks were scattered here and there.. and
while there were bits of bone fragments, they were too small
for the Deer-Lynx to notice.
"Must have dropped a cherry on the floor.."
Elain only looked with disgust as she was about to let go of
her toes.. only to pause when she noticed tiny slivers of.. blue..
in the remains of what she assumed was a cherry, alongside
some juicy parts of the crimson sweetness to be.. almost
glowing a blue colour. Her eyes started to widen, a look of
concern on her face as she turned to face the bowl of cherries
on the coffee table; leaning in to take a closer look. She stared
for a moment, before focusing back onto the scene between her
toes.
"Maybe I should.. throw them away.. just in case.." With that said, the Deer-Lynx stood up on her feet,
scowling in slight disgust as she consciously felt - of course
unknowingly - Mat's remains splatter and squish out flatter
between her toes as they pressed together while she hastily
took the bowl of cherry in her hands. While Mat's body was
destroyed, his spirit remained.. and he couldn't help but find
how Elain reacted to be so cute.. he perhaps was slightly glad
that she dismissed what could barely be called a body as a
cherry she dropped on the floor.
Each step she took, she turned Mat further and further
into nothing but a wet smear as she walked to the back of the
dorm, close to the door leading outside; the same one that
Bridget walked in through, only to step over to - of which was
to the left of one's perspective when entering - the set-up
kitchen area, hastily dumping the contents of the cherry bowl
into a black-plastic bin.. before focusing back to down to her
feet.
"Bridget would't mind.."
Elain placed the now-empty cherry bowl on the countertop
before turning around, walking towards the door of the
bathroom, pausing to briefly knock.
"Bridget? I'm just coming in to.. wash something!"
"Whaat!?"
Then the Deer-Lynx opened the door, entering the
bathroom. As she walked in, she let out a sigh of relief, seeing
that Bridget had the decency to slide the white curtains of the
bath as it lay at the other end of the rectangular-shaped
bathroom.
"What're ya' up to, now? Can't ya' see I'm busy? Ya' gonna
tell me off for not properly putting stuff in a pile, again?"
Bridget's tone was somewhat accusatory in nature, but
there was a subtle hint of mischief in her voice. Not only was
the fully-fledged Lynx far different to Elain in body and physical strength, but also personality. Where her half-sister
was traditionally feminine and sweet, Bridget had a more
tomboyish demeanor with a ,'tough gal', personality to boot.
Of course, the Lynx was entirely nude, having quickly
pulled off her clothes and left them in a disorderly bundle just
beside the outside of the bathtub. While Bridget couldn't see
anything outside as she was enclosed by three walls of marble
tiling and a curtain of white, all as the refreshing warmth of the
metal showerhead reigned water upon her, the Lynx's sharp
senses helped her know that her half-sister was standing just
outside of the bath.
"C-Can I.. just stick my foot in, please? I.. got a cherry
between my toes and, well.. it's messy."
"Hah! Wait.. really? Sheesh, you're getting a bit clumsy.."
At this point, Bridget was giggling.. she always found it
amusing when Elain got herself into whatever troubles she inevitably found herself getting into. Always a bit naive. The
Lynx thought to herself.. but she'd still be ready to go as far as
to kill if someone tried to mess with her half-sister.
"Can't you, like.. get a toilet roll, or a towel, or
something?"
"O-Oh, right.. yeah, I.. didn't think about that. Sorry,
sis-"
"Y'know what? Just stick your foot in."
"W-What?"
"I said- Like, just put your foot through, let me handle
it.."
The Lynx let out a grumble of annoyance. As much as her
sister was sometimes a bit of an airhead, Bridget knew that
Elain - even if she did a thorough cleaning of several minutes
in length, she'd get into a dramatic fuss about her feet being dirty.. which rather annoyed the Lynx when Elain threw
herself into a panic.
Barely a few seconds after, the Lynx looked down to notice
a hoof-toed; left foot poke from under the curtains and slide
itself through along the white ceramic lips of the bathtub,
coming to a halt as the ball of Elain's foot found purchase on
the rim.
"You're such a clean freak.."
Bridget grumbled under her breath, although not making
any effort to be quiet with her comment as she reached her left
hand up to the showerhead, unlatching the head as the
connecting pipe was actually designed to be like a flexible hose
in comparison, allowing the Lynx to essentially handle it like a
garden hose with a fancy sprinkler as she removed it from
overhead, lowering it down so it begun to shower upon Elain's
exposed foot - the Deer-lynx briefly flinching back as she felt the droplets touch her foot - only to be stopped as Bridget
grabbed her open left hand around the keratin toes.
"H-Hey, careful!"
"Oh, relax! You'd be fussing about this for the rest of the
night if you do it yourself.."
"Can you.. at least use some of my fur conditioner,
please?"
"Yeah-Yeah, which one? Lavender?"
"Lavender is.. fine."
Bridget rolled her sapphire eyes, simply finding the whole
ordeal annoying as she let go of Elain's foot, briefly standing
upright to pick up a lilac-coloured bottle on a plastic shelf just
a head above her.. only to lean back down and flick open the
bottle's cap.. and squeezing a gooey trickle of pinkish liquid
that splattered upon the solid top of the cloven digits, before simply closing the bottle's cap and placing it on the rim of the
bathtub against the wall behind her.
"No wonder ya' moms' favorite."
Bridget quipped, teasing her sibling as her left hand
wedged itself between Elain's toes; letting the soapy liquid fall
and slide between the walls of the toes' inner sides as the Lynx
begun to rub and push her digits into the open gap. The Lynx
frowning as the bits of red mush and water mix in and flush
out and fall to the bath floor.
Perhaps Mat found it somewhat cute, being caught
between the unaware antics of the Deer-Lynx and her full
Lynx half-sister, the tomboy helping clean out what both
thought was a crushed cherry from between Elain's cloven
toes. Of course, his body was essentially being scraped and
washed.. all while every time that Bridget's claws scratched and
flicked against the inner keratin walls, their owner couldn't
help at suppressing a slight giggle!
"H-Hey! Nahat s-so.. b-bluntly!"
"Heh, ticklish much? Reminds me of the time I had to
force those hoof-cleaning caps on your feet.. you really
hated that, didn't you?"
"D-Dohehen't r-remind meheh!"
It only took a few moments, but Mathew's body was fully
washed and scraped away between those nervous giggles.. the
Deer-Lynx taking care of her half-sister's problem that she was
making so much of a fuss about.. the two having a moment of
bonding as the little Human that was brutally destroyed into
nothing but bits of remains was washed down the warm
waters of the bathtub's shower, ending up going through the
drain and down the tunneling pipes.. off to whatever other
experience eagerly awaits him.