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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Sasha shakes her head and gives a sniff to the room. Of course the usual sex smells. The place always smelled of sex, but, looking over to Taya, she gives a wave back. "Good evening. Or morning. Or whatever it Bastet damned is." She says. She waddle walks her way over to the door of the coffee shop, getting a 'The usual?' from the clerk. Sasha simply nods and closes the door to wait for it to be ready. She shakes her head again, "Am I going nuts?" She says a bit more loudly to herself than she might have intended.<br> <br>Taya stretches with a yawn and a shake to wake herself back up before looking over to Sasha. She goes to speak, but has to pause it, lifting a hand to hide another yawn before actually speak, "I think its... morning? Really early morning."<br> <br>Sasha nods a bit to Taya, "Congratulations by the way..." She says, a bit of a snear to her face, showing her teeth, a growl to her voice, and her tail sticking directly out behind her. "So. how are you?" She asks, continuing to wait for her drink to be ready.<br> <br>Taya perks her ears up, "Hmm?" her groggy mind taking a moment to process the words, "Oh! Umm, thank you." a soft smile spreads on her muzzle, "And, I'm alright. Guess I fell asleep. How are you?" then points at the door, "Order anything good?"<br> <br>Sasha shakes her head, "I'm fine I guess, just.... up late, couldn't sleep." She says. "And just my usual, a chai tea." She says, yawning a bit herself. "I just wish my.... dreams would be normal for a while." She continues to growl though, looking Taya over, tail bristling behind her.<br> <br>Taya bobs her head lightly at Sasha's words, though looks a big curious, "What is wrong with your dreams?" her face showing an uncertain look afterward, "And... is there something else wrong?" her ears skewing to the sides at the growling.<br> <br>Sasha shakes her head some more, "If I told you, you'd probably think I'm absolutely insane." She says. Looking to the door as she waits, she seems to be thinking, "And yes, there are other things wrong." She says before opening up the door and walking into get her drink as she's called for. Returning a moment later, she blows on it a bit and takes a sip. Curiously, that sloshing sound continues as she moves.<br> <br>Taya chuckles softly at Sasha, "Wont really know unless you tell me, hmm?" her ear flick her right ear, maybe hearing the belly sounds, "Got anything to do with the swish swosh sound?"<br> <br>getting off the chopper carefully, Blanche walks into the lobby from above with a weary look on her her face. Below that however is a large round belly, the fur on and around it unkempt. Her gait is awkward as well, as if trying to adjust to a new stance. With a careful look it may be able to be seen why as her spade looks particularly large. Once shes on the floor she meanders over to a couch to rest herself a bit, leaving a dripping trail of cum behind her that steadily leaks from her cunt. As she sits she mutters something inaudibly under hear breath, a careful listen would reveal a slightly annoyed tone.<br> <br>Sasha growls a bit more over a Taya, "NO! It isn't about that 'swish swosh!'" She says, though something about the husky's demenor was a bit disarming. She shakes her head a bit more, "Look... I'm a priestess of Bastet, if that means anything to you. And let's just say that she's very... talkative." She says, but then Blanche comes in, and Sasha looks to her. A few sniffs and her eyes narrow. "Oh great... one of mom's a thousand and one mates." She says, the growl coming back to her throat.<br> <br>Taya grows a bit bewildered and shakes her head, "No, it doesn't really mean anything to me. Is there... anything I-" pausing once Sasha speaks, looking between her and Blanche for a moment before picking the wrods back up, "...anything I can do to help?"<br> <br>Blanche blinks at Sasha's reaction. "Your mom? Oh. Well, yes, we did have a bit of a thing earlier. I take it you two aren't exactly on good terms, huh?" She blushes a bit. "Well... I'm Blanche, who are you?" She reaches out a hand to offer a shake in an attempt to placate her.<br> <br>Sasha growls a bit more, looking between Taya and Blanche. She narrows her eyes, showing her teeth! "We are on good terms, except when she knocking up strangers!" She says, looking down at the hand offered. She looks back up to Blanche sniffing her, "Shi could have been so much more, so so much more, but now, she is just practically a cum dump and recycling plant!" She says, swinging her arms about, fluttinger her wings, and sloshing around quite a lot. She sighs eventually though, and grabs that hand with quite a bit of force! Shaking it a moment she lets go. "Fuck it all..." She says looking over to Taya again, "It means I'm Bastet's best friend, or one of them. Given... so much knowledge about her, and she fucking talks to me in my sleep! I dream about her at least every third night! Yeah, congratulating me on being such a good protector to my mate and family, but constantly asking me when I'm going to get a massive, pup filled belly of my own!" She says, taking a moment and actually breathing fire at no one in particular! But the guards give her a long look, and she stops. She hurmphs, breathing some smoke out her nose, she sips her tea to try and calm down.<br> <br>Taya blinks twice, a bit surprised by the fire, "Oh! Hey, no need to do that!" letting out a sigh once Sasha has stopped before looks at Sasha a bit unsure before bringing up a question, "So... wHy does she want you to get pregnant? Its not really her choice after all... and I guess why do you dream of her talking about that?"<br> <br>Blanche is taken back by Sasha and the fire and the ranting. Blanche looks over to Taya and tries to explain "Supernatural creatures do weird things. If shes a disciple and those dreams are influenced by Bastet? Maybe Bastet is trying to do something with her or spread her ideology. I've had my own run in with something about Ixchel myself, an avatar anyway. I don't get a dreams though, but thats probably because I never really did anything to earn Ixchel's attention?" She shrugs and turns her attention to Sasha. "Well, I'm willing to listen." she pats a seat next to her. "It may do you some good to yell at me about whatever you want." |
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Sasha shakes her head and gives a sniff to the room. Of course the usual sex smells. The place always smelled of sex, but, looking over to Taya, she gives a wave back. "Good evening. Or morning. Or whatever it Bastet damned is." She says. She waddle walks her way over to the door of the coffee shop, getting a 'The usual?' from the clerk. Sasha simply nods and closes the door to wait for it to be ready. She shakes her head again, "Am I going nuts?" She says a bit more loudly to herself than she might have intended.
Taya stretches with a yawn and a shake to wake herself back up before looking over to Sasha. She goes to speak, but has to pause it, lifting a hand to hide another yawn before actually speak, "I think its... morning? Really early morning."
Sasha nods a bit to Taya, "Congratulations by the way..." She says, a bit of a snear to her face, showing her teeth, a growl to her voice, and her tail sticking directly out behind her. "So. how are you?" She asks, continuing to wait for her drink to be ready.
Taya perks her ears up, "Hmm?" her groggy mind taking a moment to process the words, "Oh! Umm, thank you." a soft smile spreads on her muzzle, "And, I'm alright. Guess I fell asleep. How are you?" then points at the door, "Order anything good?"
Sasha shakes her head, "I'm fine I guess, just.... up late, couldn't sleep." She says. "And just my usual, a chai tea." She says, yawning a bit herself. "I just wish my.... dreams would be normal for a while." She continues to growl though, looking Taya over, tail bristling behind her.
Taya bobs her head lightly at Sasha's words, though looks a big curious, "What is wrong with your dreams?" her face showing an uncertain look afterward, "And... is there something else wrong?" her ears skewing to the sides at the growling.
Sasha shakes her head some more, "If I told you, you'd probably think I'm absolutely insane." She says. Looking to the door as she waits, she seems to be thinking, "And yes, there are other things wrong." She says before opening up the door and walking into get her drink as she's called for. Returning a moment later, she blows on it a bit and takes a sip. Curiously, that sloshing sound continues as she moves.
Taya chuckles softly at Sasha, "Wont really know unless you tell me, hmm?" her ear flick her right ear, maybe hearing the belly sounds, "Got anything to do with the swish swosh sound?"
getting off the chopper carefully, Blanche walks into the lobby from above with a weary look on her her face. Below that however is a large round belly, the fur on and around it unkempt. Her gait is awkward as well, as if trying to adjust to a new stance. With a careful look it may be able to be seen why as her spade looks particularly large. Once shes on the floor she meanders over to a couch to rest herself a bit, leaving a dripping trail of cum behind her that steadily leaks from her cunt. As she sits she mutters something inaudibly under hear breath, a careful listen would reveal a slightly annoyed tone.
Sasha growls a bit more over a Taya, "NO! It isn't about that 'swish swosh!'" She says, though something about the husky's demenor was a bit disarming. She shakes her head a bit more, "Look... I'm a priestess of Bastet, if that means anything to you. And let's just say that she's very... talkative." She says, but then Blanche comes in, and Sasha looks to her. A few sniffs and her eyes narrow. "Oh great... one of mom's a thousand and one mates." She says, the growl coming back to her throat.
Taya grows a bit bewildered and shakes her head, "No, it doesn't really mean anything to me. Is there... anything I-" pausing once Sasha speaks, looking between her and Blanche for a moment before picking the wrods back up, "...anything I can do to help?"
Blanche blinks at Sasha's reaction. "Your mom? Oh. Well, yes, we did have a bit of a thing earlier. I take it you two aren't exactly on good terms, huh?" She blushes a bit. "Well... I'm Blanche, who are you?" She reaches out a hand to offer a shake in an attempt to placate her.
Sasha growls a bit more, looking between Taya and Blanche. She narrows her eyes, showing her teeth! "We are on good terms, except when she knocking up strangers!" She says, looking down at the hand offered. She looks back up to Blanche sniffing her, "Shi could have been so much more, so so much more, but now, she is just practically a cum dump and recycling plant!" She says, swinging her arms about, fluttinger her wings, and sloshing around quite a lot. She sighs eventually though, and grabs that hand with quite a bit of force! Shaking it a moment she lets go. "Fuck it all..." She says looking over to Taya again, "It means I'm Bastet's best friend, or one of them. Given... so much knowledge about her, and she fucking talks to me in my sleep! I dream about her at least every third night! Yeah, congratulating me on being such a good protector to my mate and family, but constantly asking me when I'm going to get a massive, pup filled belly of my own!" She says, taking a moment and actually breathing fire at no one in particular! But the guards give her a long look, and she stops. She hurmphs, breathing some smoke out her nose, she sips her tea to try and calm down.
Taya blinks twice, a bit surprised by the fire, "Oh! Hey, no need to do that!" letting out a sigh once Sasha has stopped before looks at Sasha a bit unsure before bringing up a question, "So... wHy does she want you to get pregnant? Its not really her choice after all... and I guess why do you dream of her talking about that?"
Blanche is taken back by Sasha and the fire and the ranting. Blanche looks over to Taya and tries to explain "Supernatural creatures do weird things. If shes a disciple and those dreams are influenced by Bastet? Maybe Bastet is trying to do something with her or spread her ideology. I've had my own run in with something about Ixchel myself, an avatar anyway. I don't get a dreams though, but thats probably because I never really did anything to earn Ixchel's attention?" She shrugs and turns her attention to Sasha. "Well, I'm willing to listen." she pats a seat next to her. "It may do you some good to yell at me about whatever you want."
