MYO-142: Princess Imaria

“Are you sure Annie can be eating this shit?” Morgan said, his feet kicked up on the table—which Imogen very clearly did not appreciate. With just an irate, low-patience glance from his girlfriend, Morgan shifted his feet downwards towards the floor, looking somewhat guilty with the way his floppy ears pressed to the sides of his head. “Hey, this is about your pet. Not me.” “Annie’s not just a pet!” Im...

“Quince, dear?” Imogen beckoned the other woman with a gentle voice. Her stroodle, Annie, rested in her lap as Imogen stroked through her strawberry-pink fur, the imp unbothered by the hullabaloo around them. Imogen’s face crinkled up a bit as she watched Quince attempt to wrangle in a cribbit with her large hands. Distantly, as Quince turned around with a, “Gotcha!...

Tears stung at the corners of Imogen’s eyes. She had run away from Murmur. She couldn’t help it; she was so upset with him! Fat streaks of blobby tears fell down her cheeks, staining her fluffy fur all the while. In a rather dramatic fashion, she slapped her paws to her face, sniffling openly into them. Imogen didn’t want to remember what Murmur had said to her. She h...

The roses weren’t dead, but Morgan and Imogen’s “romance” might as well have been. The current calm of the situation was irregular for them. “Here, babe,” Morgan offered Imogen with a half-smile, though the pet name lacked passion; she really only meant it nowadays when she had Imogen like puddy in her hold, the other woman’s soft skin and pert breasts filling her large hands—she only felt ...