I am Roxxi's breasts. Just her chest mounds now. It's silly to talk to me, because i'm just round & jiggely!
She is a purringly resolute feline, and sure that my fate as her tit fat was final. I am Never allowed to leave this truth, my new life, my owny life, is hers, as her padding. I must declare this, so that everyone knows what i am, and into whom i've become.
Roxxi gets all that she wants, and took every last little bit o me into herself churning what there was into tits. No out. Thats it!
*wobbles*
Hi I'm Trish.
Lets see, what do i like,..
I like being alone in the woods.
I like shopping, I like Carrots,
And proving I can hit just as hard as any boy!
I open up to other women. Most guys are tools.
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History (Pre EtaNexus ▼):
I grew up in my dads shadow, Mom wussed out and expired during my birth taking the quick and easy road out of parenting. Dad treated me like glass. I was always trying to prove I was made of sturdier stuff.
I got in a car accident once, and thought He was going to shatter. During Highschool he started getting real pushy about me staying abstinent. Downright controlling. I even pretended I was lesbian to get him off my back about it. But I think he was just worried about a recurrence of what happened to mom.
It pushed us apart, I went to live with Amy, Still called dad now and then. I didn't hate him, just didn't want to be his substitute for Mom. Amy and I, we were like sisters. Like lovers. Like BFF's++. We went to clubs. Made out, guys drooled. We had a deliciousness scale for boys rated from brussel-sprouts to carrot-cake. Amy sampled all the dishes, and I kept my eye on forbidden fruit.
One of them hit on me. I'd sniffed him earlier, Cute bunny boy wearin old-spice. I was checkin him out when he came in. Hansom but studious type. Probably a straight A' kid. He'd come in with some party kitten who was now wigglin it on the dance floor while he fingered his palm-pad at the table like a some scholar.
I tucked the thought away until he apparently slipped up to me while i was getting a second drink. All he said was, “Hi”. I temporarily forgot language.
And before i could have a chance to remember it, Some suit tried to muscle in and split us up. It made me think of my dad... So I decked him...
Next thing i know I'm pulling this boy along through the streets dodging unmarked cars! What was all that about?
We hid in an alley against a wall in the rain, breathin heavy, chest to chest. i kissed him. It was salty. He asked for my number, I smirked, and told him I'd give it to him at the club. He hopped home and I swear almost followed him.
When i got back to mine, Amy was entertaining some new dish from the club in our room. I just went to bed in the guest room. You know.. I think i got some Old Spice on me..
The clock ticks loud.. I hate that clock... I think about salty lips. And dream a little.
They were getting rough and loud out there. So i threw a pillow and quoted the hour. Went back to sleep.
Then I don't remember which came first, the scent of gasoline or the fire alarm. But the apartment door was open, and there was blood on the walls. Amy wasn't there. People were scrambling in the hall! I went down to try and find Amy but she wasn't in the crowd.
One of those unmarked cars slipped into the alley. So I peeked round the corner. That's when I saw the boy I had kissed, shaking hands with the boy Amy was with. I could be confused, one of those Suits popped Amy's dish! And slung him into the trunk! Holey Crap!
Salty got into the car with the suits, I picked up a pipe and put it in their back window. Salty just looked at me and smiled as they away. I've never been so mad, nor so scared.
Pacing, panicking, practically naked, I called dad for help. Salty answered. With just 4 words. “Your not strong enough.” The hell was that? Is this is about Me? I'm going to kill that salty lipped bastard!
I hotwired Amy's car. and drove around town nearly naked trying to find that Old-spiced bastard. Got my head together after a while. Then drove all the way home to dads. They had busted in the back. No blood. But there was a syringe at the bottom of the steps. On my bed was a note. Just an address. I got dressed, took Dads revolver from the desk, and the cheep claymore he got from Bud-K catalog he had on the wall. It still had the chip in it from when i spite-trimed the bushes.
I have to save him. I have to find out if Amy is okay. And make some old-spiced shish kabob while I'm at it!
I'm near the docks.. Theres a warehouse. Of course theres a warehouse, and of course Salty would be at the docks. So I make it a drive through.
But it's empty. No ones there. Nothing is there. It's just empty. Dust in the air. Amy's gona kill me for trashin her car.. I look at the address again, I'm at the right place..
Amy's car wont start again. It could be that I beam jammed up under the hood.. I walk around the back, theres docks, and a tug boat. I see, i think, a candle light in one the window. Then something slapped my neck. Like 747 of a mosquito or something. The ground attacks me before i can react.
Theres a motor sound, and seagulls being annoying. One lands on me and squalks.. light is too bright,, would some one put the sun out please.. An older guys voice yells “Shove off thar ya garbage eatin rat!” Where the crap am i.. and what... No no the bad dream isn't over!..
I scramble up to my feet, and fall right back to my tush.. The gruff voice tells me he's sorry the dose was off, and i wont be standin for a few more minuets. It's just then i spill my bile, in more ways then one. I can barely stand to fall again before this gristly Grizely begs me not to kill him, with a side order of sarcasm.
He kicks me sword to me and it slides down the deck. I'm pretty sure i could puke again any moment but i grab it, and try to stand and take a swing with it. Captian A-Ham just turns the wheel, and the sword, and i, go over the edge.
That's when an arm reaches out to grab me. A strong arm, Dark skinned. It pulls me back. The sword isn't so lucky. I get a look at my rescuer. It's a boar. In a turban. I'm so out of my element.. I was just saved from the ocean a pig, trapped on a boat with a bear.
Pooh tells me Piglet doesn't speak, “So th' questions ya be want'n ta' ask 'll be answered by me.” he says. He starts with his name, “Capin' Dick” And for a moment i wonder if it's going to be one of those journeys.. But he adds it's shorter “Richards” and likely a bit more vindicating when shout at him.
He explains that we're going to rescue my dad, And that the Zaheed (The Boar) left me the note on account his seamanship “be better then me penmanship! 'Har!”. I'm still reeling from the cliché of his stereotype as he admits that He and Zaheed arrived too late at my fathers home to prevent any of this. And that it was good I wasn't there.
“But what about Amy! She was taken too! There was blood!” Theres an uncomfortable silence as he stares off into a storm ahead on the horizon. Breaking it I add “What the hell is going on!”
“I'm afraid it's too late for her lass.” I don't believe him. I don't Want to believe him. I don't even Know him! This could all still be a trick! Dad used to say all men are liers Even himself! Is this about Him? Is this about me? About Amy? I'm starting to hyperventilate. When that nauseous feeling comes back, and I paint the deck with it.
I'm on the deck, hands and knees, when I notice the blowpipe wedged between some ropes and the banister. One of these guys Tranq'ed me probably Zaheed if the stereotypes are holding true. I'm chewing on my trust issues, when Dick hands my dads revolver to Zaheed.
“If the lass still be thinkin us against, best' let her sing it!” Captin Richards announces. Zaheed points the revolver at me, and smiles a rot-toothed grin. Then rolls it over in his hand offering the handle to me.
I could see the bullets in their chambers before he flipped it round. I know it's still loaded. I could just reach out and pull the trigger... could I? I cant see land.. I still don't have any answers.. Zaheed did just save me from falling in the ocean. I don't want to hurt anyone. >_< i just want this nightmare to be over.
I take the pistol, and Zaheed puts his hands up. I step away and draw the hammer back, the click makes the Captian take his hands off the wheel he holds them in the air, and asks, “and Just what does th' lass intend t' do with her fathers pistol?”
I raised it to the sky and pulled the trigger, claping off a shot into the sky like thunder, “Your going to tell me Who that rabbit boy was, and where we are going! Then your going to tell me what all this is about, and why were involved, or so hel~~” and then lightning struck. Traveling from the now stormy sky, over the sky bound bullet, and down the gun through my arm.
When i woke up, I was in the park..
what.
the..
hell...
Recent events (Post EtaNexus ▼) [Oldest down to Newest]
▪ Found a town.. or something..
it's ridiculously Cowboyish...
▪ Towns 'foke' here think I'm a bit crazy,
and a beggar. Too many dirty offers..
One guy seemed genuine Sheriff i think?
Offered me the night in one of the cells.
Left the door open and unlocked and all.
Brought me something to eat.
Then just as i was starting to fall asleep,
Asked me why don't i take my clothes off it'd be
“more comfortable”.. The cat sat there in his boots,
Rocking on the edge of his chair..
I just wanted to push him over in it..
But i just left instead. Guys are pigs.
Accept Zaheed.. He was a Boar.
Bad teeth. Nice Boar.
▪ Slept in a barn last night. I'm all Itchy now.
OMG.. Do you think i got fleas??
This better not be fleas!
Hay Lady! where can i take a bath around here!
▪ Well I think i've found a job...
No idea what I'm going to be paid
But some Jessie? Jessa? Jessica?
Some vulpine woman with an accent,
has allowed me to sleep in the dressing room tonight.
Yay... Where the hell am I.. I hope Dad is okay.
I hope Amy is okay..
I swear If i ever smell olds-pice again,
some one is going to Die.
▪ Danced at this watering hole called “The Anthro Horse”
Got laughed at. But made some money.
I think this is money anyway...
The dress is a bit old fashioned and ridiculous..
But it hides more then I'm used to hiding.
It worked i guess..
▪ The Fox woman i still cant make out her name,
It's a lot like Jessica i think,
She walked in this morning to wake me up,
and charge me Rent today.
Rent.. to sleep on a cot in the dressing room...
I'm fed at least.
▪ The Dancer/Hostess named Jenesequa,
Has taken me under her wing.
She likes my style, and strength.
She's a little friendly with that tail, and the hugs.
Her perfume makes my eyes hurt.
She insists on spraying me in it before I dance.
I cant tell if I'm gagging from the Spray,
or how tight she pulls the corset strings around me.
I gota get outa here..
▪ Jenesequa came for the rent again.
She took nearly all of it, then had the gall to ask
“Why zis long face and de droopie zee earz?”
She sat with me and let me explain everything.
She pet my hair the whole time and held me afterward.
She gave me half the 'rent' back afterward.
Told me I should go shopping tomorrow,
and spend it however i want.
Gee thanks for permission...
Guhh.. Apparently she doesn't understand Sarcasm.
▪ I paid the blacksmith to make me a sword..
He thought i was joking.
Apparently cowboys don't use swords around here.
And i cant afford a revolver yet.
I told him to make it anyway.
Dad used to say.
It's better they think you Crazy Dedicated
rather then Crazy Naive.
▪ Jenesequa wanted to know what i spent my money on..
I wouldn't tell her.
I couldn't even make up any stories about it.
She kissed my cheek, pet my head, pulled the strings,
Sprayed me with that stuff. And told me it didn't matter.
So long as I trust her, and I'm happy.
Then she shoved me out to dance for the perverts.
If it weren't for Jenesequa,
I would burn this place down..
But it's all she knows.. She'd be mortified..
▪ Jenesequa didn't come for the rent today.
I found her later in the afternoon,
directing some men to bring a small bed into her room.
She came to me to tell me about it...
Gah her perfume is dizzying.
I swear I'd bleed from the eyes.
▪ After dancing tonight
Jenesequa guided me up to her room.
She wanted to show me the new bed.
Told me to sit on it. And Try it out..
I got a sneeking suspicion when she brought it up,
about where all this was going.
I didn't even get to comment, when she explained,
She'd gotten it for me....
So we can be together and i don't have to live,
in the dressing room...
Jenesequa's going too fast..
I wanted to tell her i was planning on leaving..
but i cant 'afford' to say no right now.
I'm not the only dancer you see.
But the other girls live locally.
And walk in on me while I'm trying to sleep.
Some of them are obnoxious about it.
Some act Jealous for what reason i cant even fathom.
Theres one that tries to be as quiet as a mouse.
She's very polite. Another one i think may be pregnant.
She keeps leaving me little wax paper wrapped goods.
Cookies and Brownies and things.
One of them tends to solicit men
up to a rent'able room. I wont use her name.
But Jenesequa's seems to frown on it.
She lets it happen, but it's clear...
She doesn't want that sort of behavior going on in here.
Either way, with all these girls in and out all day,
It sucks trying to sleep in the dressing room.
Sometimes I sneak up to a rentable room to sleep.
But then Jenesequa comes in to shoo me out.
So what did i say to the joint-room offer??
“Thank you.”
▪ The first floor has the pantry, stage, dressing room,
and then the tables. & bar. The 2'nd floor is 4 rooms,
2 of which are for renting out, Of the others,
1 Belongs to Ned the barkeep and his wife Nattely,
she's the waitress. Jenesequa has one room.
Burt the pianist sometimes rents the third room,
when he's too inebriated to go back to his rundown farm.
His wife passed on there. So he lives there alone..
and doesn't want to go home to that memory.
Jenesequa “Jen” as I'm permitted to call her now,
(So long as it's not in ear shot of anyone else.)
Has me in her room now.
It's like a second dressing room up here.
but much nicer. Accept the aroma. Oh gods the aroma..
But I'm getting more used to it i guess.
I finally got brave enough to ask her why so much.
She, very embarrassed, said it's to cover her musk.
I told her i hadn't noticed any. So i guess it works.
▪ Tonight i woke up in the darkness.
And saw something moving around in her bed.
It took me a moment to realize she was watching me.
Laying with her head on her paws,
near the foot of her bed. tail in the air. Peering at me.
Swaying her tail. I asked her what she was doing..
She said she couldn't sleep. I said i could.
And i flopped back into bed, and yawned.
I pulled the covers over my head,
and lay there awake the rest of the night.
▪ That afternoon Nattely woke me to let me know,
the Sheriff wanted to see me.
So I dressed in my original clothes,
and headed over expecting the worst.
He wanted a word with me, about what i intended to do,
With the giant Knife he'd confiscated from the blacksmith.
I told him I intended to train with it. To rescue my father.
He had a good laugh. And let me on my way with the blade.
▪ I hid the blade in the cellar.
Then came back and got ready for the evening.
Tonight was a special weekly dance,
It wasn't as hard as the other girls seemed to speak of it.
But we were required to choreograph together.
Most of it was just the usual. Just no free form tonight.
It was easy to forget everyone and everything when dancing.
But now on stage together with others
I couldn't just zone out.
I noticed a few piercing stares too. Uncomfortable ones..
Uncomfortable in a completely different way,
then the stare Jen was giving me.
They were jealous, that i was Jen's favorite.
And i wouldn't find out just what that means till later that night.
▪ It was into the evening.
The dance went well, Jenesequa made her appearance.
She danced divinely and more alluring then any of us.
She was into that. Exudeing charm.. Seductive gazes. Allure.
I danced to forget. To entrance myself. To escape. And go home.
The other girls some danced to be pretty,
some danced to tease loudly.
Some danced for hope of being admired.
Some danced because they needed the money for their families.
There were flowers thrown to the stage, money, love notes. oi...
After the chairs were all set on the tables,
After the girls headed home.
Jen and i took the remaining flowers,
and put them in arrangements on the table centers.
And asked myself what am i still doing here..
Is this all just a Dream?
Is time Standing-Still out in the real world??
Jen found some notes for “The new girl.”
and asked me if i had read them. I told her no,
they didn't matter. I said none of it matters.
Because i was leaving. Jen squeaked with a gasp.
She asked what she'd done wrong..
I told her it wasn't her fault. It had nothing to do with her.
This was about my Dad and Amy. And who ever it was..
Whom had taken them from me.
For the first time in a while, she hugged me again.
I didn't mind the perfume this time.
She kissed my forehead, and promised to help me.
If this is what i wanted. I nodded. And she tipped my head up,
Looked into my eyes, between them as if to remember them.
Then she kissed me. Muzzle to muzzle. Then gently,
cautiously she used her tongue. In tears, i did too.
I just, let myself go into it.
Breathing over her cheek,
petting down her back.
It was like dancing.
I bumped into a chair and it bumped around off the table.
I hopped my rump upon it and she pressed forward.
Between gasping breaths and swirling kisses, we managed words like,
“We should probably~” 'we..'
“It doesn't matter! Lets~” 'no no, we mus not.....'
“your bed?” 'We... hurr-ie come'
“Oh Jen!” 'Beautie'full!'
I forget which of us lead the other up the stairs.
But there was no sleeping that night.
▪ In the morning i found myself held like a baby in her arms.
My mouth scented of her hips. I knew her musk now.
Our air we shared. And as she clutched to me, i clutched to her.
I didn't want to go. I didn't know if she was awake..
When i asked... Before i could finish asking... she'd nod.
I knew she was crying. I could feel the wetness on my ear.
I told her I'd come back..
'no, no, zave them, Your Father, your Amy.'
I could forget them.... I could stay.. no.. i couldn't...
“I am coming back.
Amy is like my sister.
Dad is counting on me.
But then I'll come back, and stay with you.
“
She told me she believed me, and kissed my head..
And then we kissed again.
For a moment.. i wished she would just eat me,
i wished for that predatory look from the night prior.
I longed for her to pin me, chain me, collar me from duty.
A bunny girl would nearly whimper,
hoping she would lock the door and never let me out.
But instead she offered to make me some food for my journey.
She held me again before i left, and caressed me with her tail.
I told her I want to stay but can't until 'all' of my family is safe.
She gave me my work dress, and more money for the trip.
The packet of food, I tied to the giant knife. And nap'sacked the dress.
She gave me a small bottle of her perfume.
'zo you think of moi. To find out there, and come home. no?'
We would hug again, and i bit to the fluff of her neck, and clung.
She pet through my hair and cooed 'Beautie'full!'
Barely out the door, I'd turn, and ask her “Come?”
realizing my mistake immediately. I couldn't risk her life,
she made life for the girls here, for the town. It needed her.
And i didn't know, just how unprepared for my future i was.
▪ Today, Saw a fox in the road. It made me miss her..
Opened Jenesequa's little bottle, took in her scent,
It's not just her perfume.. It's her musk as well.
surprisingly, I'm glad for that.
▪ Met a man who knows of a master swordsman.
Perhaps i can find him. I hope he will teach me.
I still have to find some way home....
▪ I saw flowers today.
Like the ones Jen and i arranged on the tables.
▪ I called out to Jen,
I begged her come find me,
from the Salty boys car through the broken window.
I could see her disappearing. With Amy and Dad beside her.
Captian Richards was driving,
Zaheed on the seat beside me.
Smiling like that bunny boy.. but it wasn't him..
No.. I could hear him in the trunk.. asking for my number..
“No you cant have it! Not Ever you Bastard!!!”
Something ran off into the woods and woke me.
I think i scared a Deer,
Trish had a foreboding dream today, she pictured herself begging to escape, as her life was sorted and stacked cell by cell inside and between Naomi_Snake's breast padding. She suckled and licked her own nipple milk ignoring Trish'es pleading. It was a sexy sexy dream.. She woke up, inside Roxxi's tummy in the middle of it!
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