MYO-1474: Fatima Fontaine

Fatima sighs as she flops backwards onto her bed at the temple, taking care of  baby succubuns was a bit exhausting but it was worth it.  Turning over in bed, she glances at her stuffed animals, grabbing a doll with long blonde hair and red eyes, holding it close as she strokes its hair, a warm smile spreading across her face, gently stroking its cheek. Sighing contently ...

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” Ilar asks, wrapping his arms around Mimic’s waist, laying his chin on her shoulder as he holds her close; planting kisses along her shoulder. “I’m fine Ilar. You worry too much, beloved.” Mimic answered, reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek, gently running her thumb over it. “Besides, I have a suppressant on, remember? I’ll be perfectly fine.” ...

As Fatima’s relaxing on the couch with Frank and Robin, there’s a knock at her door.  “I wasn’t expecting anyone today…” She says, standing up and making her way over, opening to find a mail succubun holding a bouquet of flowers. “Good morning Ma’am! Is this the residence of one Fatima Fontaine?” The mailbun asks. ...

“No! Absolutely not! I refuse to even entertain the notion!” “Oh come on, Fatima! Can you stop being such a goody-two-shoes for once in your life?!” “Jackal, have you lost your mind!? I am ...

“There you are! What took you so long?” Jackal asks, arms crossed as she stared at Fatima with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Sorry but, I thought I would enlist some help.” She says, stepping aside as a brown and white splotched succubun stands behind her with two spirit motes hovering near her head. “Jackal, this is Mimic. Mimic, Jackal. She’s a friend ...

“So, how have things been with you and Velveteen?” Jackal asked, gently nudging Fatima, causing the poor girl to blush profusely. “It’s been going very well. Far better than I would’ve imagined honestly. I’m pretty happy with our arrangement.” “Murmur, I still can’t believ...

Fatima hummed softly as she stood in front of her mirror, straightening out her dress and putting on her nun’s veil when she heard a squeaky bark from beside her, looking down she saw her new Ribbow, Robin, staring up at her. “Good morning Robin! I’m afraid you can’t come with me today.” She says, bending down to pet the Imp’s head....

Fatima stood a few feet away from the confession booth, tail swaying as her face flashed with multiple emotions, brows furrowed in thought. ‘I wonder if this is a good idea. It has to be, right? I was told that confessions don’t have to be anything bad, they can be things you use to get things off your chest. But, do I need that right n...

“Checkmate.” Velveteen says, placing their chess piece down, taking a sip of their coffee. “What?! Again!?” Fatima exclaimed, groaning as she laid her forehead on the table. “How are you so good at Chess?! This isn’t fair at all!” ...

“Fatima, must we really?” Velveteen asked, as they were gently tugged along by the arm by the young woman ahead of them. “Of course! You want more friends who aren’t just your fans right?” She asked, smiling broadly at them. ...

“So, how do I look?” Fatima asked, standing in front of Frank, who was sitting on the couch munching on some Dango like always. The costume she wore was a black and silver trimmed tube top with a matching plaid skirt, with spider web leggings. Upon her back were black bat wings and around her ne...

“Velveteen!” Fatima called as she ran up to them in the alleyway, a large cloak in her hands. She was wearing something simple yet cutely sexy. “Am I late?” “No. You’re on time I think.” Velveteen replied,...

“Frank!” Fatima exclaimed, running into the house with her bags full of candles and lanterns, stopping in front of the Bearly that was eating his normal round of dango, stopping to stare at his owner as she stood in front of him wiggling happily. “It’s All Sinner’s Day!” She bounced up and down then rocked back and forth, as Frank stared at her before tilting his head....