Ep5: Orientation

It was a wonderful morning in the castle. The birds were chirping. The maids were tending to the fruits in the backyard. The corrupted moon gave way to a normal sun, to which Lao could yawn and block his eyes from as it sneaked in through the curtains.

He had decided to take up a room with Melisa's father, since being literally anywhere else put him at ease. Before he had gone to bed, Melisa had made him promise that he would care for his father, specifying that if he has a hair out of place, she will "make him wish he was dead". With the burden of torture on his mind, he went to bed, keeping on eye open as Melisa's dad slept soundly in the other bed beside him. He snored, but he seemed so innocent, so fragile...you would have never known he was Melisa's father with his demeanor.

Eventually, sleep called Lao's soul and said that it wished to play, so he drifted off, to dream about chopping wood down with his father. It was his favorite pastime to do, just chopping away pieces in one smooth swing as his father nodded approvingly behind him with a proud expression. He smiled waving over to his dream father as he waved back. "Keep going son, what are you looking at me for?"

"Of course father, you need more wood to send to the Order fort right?"

"Order fort?" His father said, tilting his head. "Of course, you always send a carriage shipment off, right?"

"Son...haven't you heard? We aren't doing that anymore…"

"....what?" Lao was confused. He didn't know where his father was leading. "What do you mean we aren't doing that anymore?"

"You have something else you need to do Lao, something more important than chopping wood."

"Father, what are you saying?" Suddenly his father was in front of him, poking his head repeatedly. "Wake up, and you shall see…."

Lao opened his eyes, seeing Melisa poking him with the handle of her sword. The flat bottom kept tapping his head annoyingly until he grabbed onto it. "Stop that."

"Did father sleep well?" She immediately started, going into interrogation mode. "Did you see any vampires, father sweating, was he nervous about something..did he say he missed me!?"

"He fell asleep and….I watched him until my eye closed…." Thinking about what else happened that night hurt his head. He guessed watching someone while asleep isn't good for the noggin of his. "Good. Addianas wants us to report down to him by morning. That is why I woke you at dawn. Now hurry up and dress yourself."

Lao groggily sat upon his bed, muttering words of sarcasm as he passed Melisa and went into his bathing room. He felt her eyes shoot small circles of fire onto his neck until the door closed. The candles in the bathroom automatically lit up, showing a design fit for only a village mayor to have. Everything looked polished and clean, down to the flooring of the bathtub. It made it easy to quickly wash himself and go out, walking Melisa laying behind her father and hugging from his back. When she noticed he had returned to the main part of the room she instantly hopped out of the bed, putting back on her cape and armor quickly while clearing her throat.

Making the better decision not to bother, he put on his old clothing before Melisa sliced everything but his genital-covering underwear off with her rapier.

"You boneheaded vampire, what was the meaning of that!?"

"This is the New Order, which means you must wear their uniform. Doesn't the Order have their own style of clothing?"

"Yes, but I don't even have a uniform ready…" he hugged his body to conserve heat as the vampire went past him, opening a door and taking some folded clothes out. "Here, the maids tailored it for you."

"That room is a closet?" He wondered out loud, quickly putting on his new clothing. When he was done, Melisa held up a mirror to him, showing himself in his new blue and gold-outlined trench coat. The faction emblem was stitched onto his right chest portion, but other than that, it looked nothing like the armor that the knight had, nor the omnibus' clothing. "A Mindflayer designed it to your tastes. All you needed was the emblem to be on it for it to be official New Order wear."

"You let a Mindflayer put her tentacles on me!?"

"I thought you received the talk from King Geo."

"That is still heresy….and, I have my privacy." He felt violated, regardless of if it was a monster girl or not. "Does that mean she did it to you as well?"

Melisa scoffed. "Of course not, but I wouldn't mind having something made in my liking. I am just not affiliated with the New Order. I am only here because of you, remember that."

"Oh right…." he then remembered the last night, when he heard noises coming from one of the rooms. "Say, Melisa, were you in Add's room last night?" She stared at Lao, pretending that she didn't process his question. "Melisa?"

"Yes? Did you ask if I was with a dragon and medusa?"

"Nevermind…So where should we go?" He looked in the closet, finding his shortsword propped up against the corner.

"To your new head," she said, with emphasis on the 'your'. She didn't seem keen about being anywhere near connecting with the faction. Once Lao was prepared, Melisa led the two of them outside to the gates. There waiting was the knight from the other day, tapping his foot while holding a pocketwatch. "Melisa, where have you been cutie?" He asked. "You woke me up then said you would meet me when the sun rose above the trees!" He turned his head to Lao, seeing him awake and ready with his blade. "At least we are prepared now. A good luck kiss for luck?"

"I don't kiss."

"Oh?" He said. Lao could see the eyebrows behind the helmet rise like bread in an oven. "Then what was happening last night then Mel?" She growled, but then stopped and smiled. The cheeky knight turned his head, getting his kiss before she turned his head and aimed for the gap in his armor at his neck. "M-mel wait! Ahh!" He stopped struggling as she chomped down, pulling away and letting him fall back against the gate door. He panted, his body feeling like he had run for several fortnights. Melisa just smiled smugly with a bit of blood left on her fang, the tables turned as Add held up a hand. "Fine, fine, we will go...once I recover…."

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They walked through a different part of the woods, with a dirt path carved out large enough for two carriages to pass by each other comfortably. "So Lao, what do you think of kitsunes?"

"What?" The serene quietness of leaves rustling had been broken by Add's question. "Kitsunes. You know of them right?"

"They make me uneasy, and their soft tails have been rumored to be traps." He looked away, seeing haunting images of poor females and males of all ages seemly lured away from their perfectly peaceful lives to be a slave to fox girl sex. "I wouldn't wish the punishment on anyone…"

"P-punishment?" The knight went silent for a second before chuckling, covering her shielded mouth with his glove. "It's not a punishment, although it is a trap, I will admit that."

"Add is too weakwilled to fight his superior," Melisa added in.

"She is not wrong! Hehe…."

"Superior? Why is your boss seducing you?"

"Because she can. She is a good Commander, but she tends to be touchy with everyone...except Melisa." Melisa unsheathed her rapier, then resheathed it seeing no reason to be on guard. "The commander needed quite a bit of mana to heal after that incident. Speaking of her, we are here!" Lao looked away from the scenery to where he had been led. They had reached a small town, where their footwear made crips sounds against the cobblestone. To Lao's horror, he dozens of kitsunes with black fur all milling around. Some were young, but the rest were fully developed, and endowed from flat chests to honkers that bounced with each step they took. The mark of the Demon Lord, Lao thought. But the scariest part was tails and the damn ears…..each one he saw moved and shifted around. The tails waved back and forth, idling or speeding up depending on who his wandering eyes settled on. He needed to leave, but his arms were grabbed by Melisa.

"Lao, they are married, you are alright,"

"T-they are still devils. No kill; I just need space, space before I fall into their trap…" He wanted to walk, to disconnect his arm, and move away from all the beastmen. Melisa wouldn't let him, letting him walk his fear out until he realized he was going to have to go through. "Finally, for fucks sake I thought you were getting better." They started walking again, Lao keeping his head down and following Add and Melisa's feet. Out of sight, out of mind was his philosophy. It worked as long as he kept total concentration, following Add when Melisa would mess with him by splitting off.

"You can look up now, we have reached her manor." Lao stopped staring into the ground, seeing a house that was modest by manor standards, but large and fancy enough to be painted in a hundred windows, maybe more or less. A kitsune stood out on the front, her split-skirt showcasing her pale white, oiled-up skin. She wore a black fur coat and a black beret with a New Order emblem surrounded by red and then a yellow outline. She had the fluffiest set of black tails and ears of any kitsune here, the tail large enough to lose an arm and a leg in and never find. Add gave his greetings, but she had already noticed Lao, a new toy to play with, or possibly another Melisa that will stab fatally. Either way, her eyes had zeroed in, licking her lips as she approached the trio to formally introduce herself. "Morning my sweet Add. Melisa." The vampire nodded but kept a stoic stare.

"And finally our new recruit. Lao is it, I heard that you are under Captain Add now." She held out a hand, which he reluctantly shook. "Welcome to my squadron. Here, we only have two main tenets to pay attention to. One, you have to be of sexual age to drink vodka, and two….anyone under my command must listen to anything I say~. Except for Melisa."

"It is good to meet you commander, but I must admit, I do have reserves…" he says. "Don't worry cadet, I promise that we will help you break those reserves easily~"

"What?"

"We will show you hospitality!" Her totally-not-rape-face switched to an innocent grin as she turned around and waved her tail. "You haven't gotten to touch a tail right?"

"No, but I…." it wave around so tentatively, just asking to be floofed….do not touch...do not touch!

"....I am alright, I can just touch Melisa, he...he…." he reaches over to Melisa's shoulder, patting it as if it was his replacement for beastmen fur. The commander cocked an eyebrow, but shrugged as she stood back up.

"Interesting….choice Lao. Well then, let us start with the formalities. Come, sooner we get the paperwork out the way sooner I can show you where you will be training."

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"And this is my office!" The kitsune said, boldly pushing open her double doors. "Cozy oak everything, except for the books and chandelier and furnace. Isn't it wonderful Lao?"

"Very formal, he said, holding the door open for Add and Melisa to go inside. However, they didn't cross into the room. "Aren't you going to come in Melisa? Captain?" Melisa shrugged and just left, then Add ruffled Lao's hair. "You'll be fine. We'll wait for you at the town gates when you're done." Like that, Add left as well, leaving Lao to close the door behind him.

"Don't mind them, they already know what my place looks like. Now then, let us get your paperwork done~" She says taking off her coat, tossing it onto the ground as she sauntered over to where he was at the door. Lao shifted away, moving around her until he got on the opposite side of the table. "Why are you running? Don't you want to sign?~"

"No, I don't think I do," he says, circling around the table to keep from her. "Just a bit of ink, maybe some fur, and it will all be alright! What's wrong with a bit of fur?"

"Trap, very obvious trap." Her lewd grin didn't help call down that alarm in his head at all. "Oh? Commander Marylin? I could n- get back here!" She leaps across the table, Lao ducking behind as she went crashing into a wall. "Agh! Good reaction….you'll make a….great cadet…" The blow to her head knocks her unconscious as she falls to the floor. Still crouched under the table, Lao realized his hand had fallen on the handle of his sword. He quickly pulled it away, unmeaning to draw a blade against her.

"Commander?" he whispered, getting no answer. He came out and picked her up, so she could at least be in a proper bed. A shiver went up his spine as he grabbed her by the armpits, however. In a bout of chivalry, he had forgotten about the tail! The dastardly bastard was now pressed up against Lao. Thankfully he had been wearing armor but the appendage still idled behind her. Unable to take it anymore, he rushed her over to her desk chair and rested her back against it, before freaking out to the side. In a moment he had his tainted armor off, now wearing his regular clothes that had been left untouched. The chills he was feeling had finally stopped, and he could leave…

It was a shame, but he could get the armor returned later. Or maybe a new one. Purified with fire. He thought about how a demon would get rid of a demonic presence when he tried the door. He got worried when it wouldn't turn or at least jiggle, locked completely still with no notch to turn to unlock. Frantically he looked for the key, looking in each corner before heading to the Commander's desk. While rummaging through papers, he spotted a glint in the corner of his eye, coming off the light from the fire. Sure enough, it was the key, but….

Only a bit of was sticking out of the kitsune's tail, jostled to the surface by the slow wag. Just as it was shaken to freedom, it was shaken back into the depths of her floof, imprisoned unless a greater, likely controllable force could dive in.

But using his arm would be suicide right? After all, the tails were practically a trap. Even the captain himself said so right?

No no, he said he was a slave to the commander...but a sexual slave! It would be mad. Assured it was a terrible idea, he searched around for anything long enough to pry or grab the key out. A sword through her tail would be just straight idiotic, more than the situational idiocy of putting his arm in. The prong used for sifting wood, however, that had been sitting outside for a while. Surely it's cool right now, he said, grabbing the handle. It was warm even when the handle was insulation. Crap.

Nothing else came close to how ideal the prong would have been, with everything else being impractical enough to not even be creative with it. He was stuck with his armorless arm, only covered by the long sleeves of his casual attire. It was a lose-lose situation either way since he could be sought after when she wakes up once more.

His gulp felt too audible for her fox ears to not pick up, but he slowly advanced to the sleeping leader. Her breathing and his hopelessly noisy shoes were the only sounds as he went to the side of her chair. He reached for the tail to get it over with, but her body turned to face him. He froze in fear, cursing himself, but she didn't stir. He decided he was going to have to get closer, close enough for any shred of his comfort to be lost.

He heaved her up from her chair again, making sure to lift her from her front so the tail wouldn't brush against his abdomen. Two boobs pressed into him, but he kept his face up towards the ceiling and his hands never going close to derriere. A simple squat lift did the trick, but now her body was leaning against his, and she was feeling his body heat. Like a blanket that covered you from the chill, she hugged him, hands closing around his chest as she pushed him into the notch under her chin. Forget beastman fur this is worse!

He needed to sit her down quickly, but the trap was slowly getting worse. Legs closed around his waist so she wouldn't slip off her vertical blanket. He could barely walk, much less her something down without falling with it. He could only reach around, closing his eyes so he didn't have to see his hand make contact with the tail. The first brush sent nervous tickles up his arm, causing Lao to sidestep a few times before regaining balance. Losing an arm is horrible. Landing with the kitsune smothering him from up top would be hell.

It brushed a second time, but he was prepared for it. It felt like patting an animal, which was fair. The tail felt a hand, stopping it's wiggle and posing upward so the hand could continue to touch. Purrs radiated from her, her neck vibrating against his nose and forehead as the tail felt more of his hand across his body. Her grip tightened as his fingers parted the surface and went in, searching between weaves and fur tangles to find the lodged key. He could hear her breathing get labored as he sifted around, praying that somehow he made contact with something solid.

His breathing was also speeding up, but he was hyperventilating at facing one of his many fears from mamono. It felt too wrong to do this, feeling like he would be smitten the moment he went outside. The one good thing that came out of it was that his genitals remained flaccid through will and fear. He wouldn't deny that he didn't understand why lesser and greater men have fallen to mamono. He kept the small part of his mind in check, but it yelled so much praise that bounced around his head. It filled him with serotonin to touch her tail, his giddiness rising and falling in waves with how much of his arm was in it. He could pet it more, and more, and mo- waaait.

He had fallen into a daydream, but at least his arm seemed to have found the key. Thankful, he yanked the key out and completely let go of his commander.

Oh yeah, she was still holding on to him like flow kelp.

Worse, her tail was wagging excitedly. She could stir any moment, and he was trapped like an insect in a spider trap. He did his best to pry himself off, but her strength was on par, if not greater with his blessed body. I didn't give in though, as he wanted to be out of the room as fast as possible. He had the literally key to freedom in his hands! However, he had forgotten his fight to stay upright, tripping up after shifting his focus away from his legs and posture. He fell backward, bringing 180 pounds or so of kitsune with him. The thud knocked the key out of his hand, but it didn't matter. He had lost. She had his body pinned, her legs unfolding to lay along while she hugged around his neck. She stopped moving once she got her cheek against his head, somehow still asleep.

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He was still lying there, contemplating his life choices while she slept. At least she didn't snore, he thought. He had tried to move and grab the key, but he was stuck like a cat had climbed onto his body and laid his claim. Except it was a fox. And a girl. A fox girl.

She yawned and stretched as she started to wake up from her head hit. Her eyes opened up to a Lao that had accepted his fate, his eyes closed while he turned away. "Huh?" She looked around, seeing them both on the floor, yet still fully clothed…as she put two and two together, she smiled, turning back to her knight. "You tried to get the key.~"

Only silence was heard from him. "No shame in that of course, because that means you tried. I've seen so many orderites fall to this beautiful bundle of fur, but not in the way you did."

"I didn't fall to it, I just….fell a little."

"Ssssh….��� she stuck a finger inside his mouth. "We both know how this is going to end right?"

"Jush do ih…" he said, wanting to get it over with. "It will hurt less the sooner it happens."

"That's the spirit~" She sat on top, straddling his chest while removing her clothing. The kitsune took her sweet time, tossing things onto the ground onto her naked side was illuminated in bring orange flames. She laid back down on Lao, yawning as she prepared to sleep again.

"Why are you torturing me with foreplay?" He couldn't help but ask, his confusion overriding the anxiety he felt from the vixen shifting above him. "Because I can. I can do whatever I want you with you as your commander, right?"