An arrow struck through Astrid’s heart.
She had heard complints before. Plenty of them. People called her beautiful all the ti.
But this?
This was different.
Mika hadn’t just called her beautiful.
He had accepted her imperfection—the part of her she hated most and turned it into sothing unique.
Sothing precious.
Sothing beautiful.
And he hadn’t stopped there.
He had told her she was getting more beautiful every single day.
That was the complint every woman secretly longed to hear.
That they were becoming more beautiful with ti, not less.
That age and experience and even loss only added to their beauty, rather than taking away.
Because of these words, her eyes went dreamy.
Her heart overflowed with love and longing.
All the sha, all the embarrassnt, all the negative feelings she had carried for so long—they were swept away completely.
All that remained was joy.
Happiness.
Pure, overwhelming love.
She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but gaze at him with eyes full of adoration.
anwhile, Mika was satisfied.
He could see that she finally believed him. That his words had reached her.
But he decided it wasn’t enough.
He needed to prove his point with actions.
He moved backward, toward where her tails and butt still rested on the floor. He positioned himself close to the stump, his face nearing it.
"You know with how stubborn you are, my words alone won’t be enough to prove it, Astrid."
"So I want to show you through my actions just how much I love this part of you."
She snapped out of her daze, slowly turning to see what he was doing.
"What are you going to—"
But before she could finish the question, Mika moved.
And to her utter shock, she watched as he lowered his head toward her stump and took it into his mouth and—
—he started sucking.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
And the mont he did—Astrid let out the most heartfelt moan she had released all night.
"AHHHHHHHHH!♡~"
It wasn’t a human moan.
It was sothing else entirely—sothing primal, sothing ancient.
For a mont, she stopped being a fox and transford into sothing wilder.
A wolf, perhaps, howling at the moon, unable to contain the raw sensation coursing through her body.
But it made sense since the sensation was electrifying!
It spread throughout her entire body like wildfire, racing through her veins, making her blood feel like it was on fire.
Every nerve ending scread with pleasure.
Every cell in her body tingled with an intensity she had never known possible.
Her eyes went dreamy. Distant. Lost in a world of pure sensation.
This was because her tails had always been the most sensitive part of her body.
The very base, where the tail connected to her body, was a concentrated cluster of nerves—more sensitive than anywhere else.
But now?
Now her tail had been cut off, leaving only the stump.
That ant more nerves were exposed.
More receptors were concentrated in that tiny area.
More sensitivity than she had ever experienced in her life.
So, the second Mika touched it—it was like a bomb had gone off inside her to the extent she couldn’t shout.
Couldn’t scream.
Couldn’t even moan anymore.
She was just weak. Trembling. Completely overwheld.
But even still, the feeling was too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming.
Slowly, with trendous effort, she turned her head.
Her voice ca out as barely a whisper—quiet, pleading, desperate.
"Stop...Mika...stop. I-I can’t handle this. This...This is too much. God—!"
But Mika didn’t seem to care.
If anything, her pleas only encouraged him and he beca more intense.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
His tongue ran all over the stump, circling it, tracing patterns, exploring every inch of exposed nerve.
He licked it like he was trying to clean it with his tongue alone—thorough, ticulous, utterly devoted.
At the sa ti, he sucked on it.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
Gently at first, then with increasing pressure.
Almost as if he was nursing on it like it was so sort of nipple.
Only this nipple was larger, had a bone deep inside, and was covered in soft outer flesh.
But the texture itself was fascinating.
Mika had never tasted anything like it. None of the other girls he had been with had a cut-off tail.
None of them had this unique combination of soft exterior and firm interior and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.
He lavished attention on it with everything he had.
His tongue.
His lips.
His fingers, massaging the base where it connected to her body.
And Astrid absolutely broke.
"Ah!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~"
She lted.
Utterly, completely, irreversibly lted.
"Mikaaaaaaaa!♡~"
Her eyes rolled back. Her body went limp. She looked like she was in absolute heaven—if heaven was also a form of exquisite torture.
Beneath her breath, she mumbled weakly:
"M-Mika, big sister...can’t handle this. I really...really can’t."
She glanced at him with hazy, unfocused eyes.
"I believe you...I believe you right now. I...I wholeheartedly do."
"S-So please stop. Your big sister feels like she’s going to explode—like she’s going to turn into a million pieces if you don’t stop!"
Poof!
She then slumped down onto the sofa as all her remaining strength drained away.
Her body shook uncontrollably, wracked with waves of ecstasy and pressure that built and built and built with no release in sight.
And Mika finally stopped.
He pulled back, looking at her with a satisfied smile.
I’m glad you finally learned to love yourself—even with your imperfections, Astrid."
He said gently.
"Truly, I’m really proud of you."
Astrid raised her head, relief flooding through her.
It was over.
She was so glad.
Because sothing was building inside her.
Sothing she couldn’t control. Sothing she had never felt before in her entire life.
It was building and building, threatening to erupt, and she had been so terrified of what would happen when it did.
But now Mika had stopped.
It wouldn’t co out.
She was safe.
She opened her mouth to thank him—
But unfortunately for Astrid, Mika had other plans.
He smirked.
"But at the sa ti." He said, his voice dropping to sothing darker, more intense. "I don’t know if you’re going to start doubting yourself in the future. I don’t know if these sa insecurities will co back."
He leaned down again.
"So I’m going to make you understand. Right here. Right now. Just how much I love this part of you."
And before she could respond, he was on her again.
His mouth attached to her stump, sucking, licking, kissing, worshiping it with a frantic intensity.
"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"
He poured all his love into that tiny nub of exposed nerves, determined to make her feel it—truly feel it—down to her very soul.
"No—no—no!"
Astrid cried out, her body imdiately responding.
"Stop! Stop! Please, I beg you! Your big sister can’t—she can’t handle—"
She thrashed. Kicked her legs. Tried to escape.
But Mika held her down.
And her struggles only made him more determined.
He wanted to satisfy her completely.
All the way. No holding back.
So suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the prosthetic tail—the one he had removed earlier.
He brought the tal base up and gently rubbed the tip against her pussy, coating it in her natural lubricant.
Then, still sucking on her stump, he spread her ass open.
He pressed the tal tip against her rim.
Circled it slowly.
Found the right angle.
And pushed.
SLIDE!
The tal slid inside her.
Astrid’s entire body arched off the sofa.
"MY ASSHOLE!" She scread. "MIKA, MY ASSHOLE! You actually—you put my prosthetic tail in my ASSHOLE! How could you?!"
The cold sensation of tal against her inner walls was shocking. Foreign. Intense.
But Mika didn’t care about her protests.
He grabbed the base of the tail and started pushing it deeper. In and out. In and out. Each thrust making her cry out louder.
"Ahhh—! Nooo—! So fucking deep in my butttt—!"
At the sa ti, his other hand moved.
Two fingers—index and middle—slid straight into her pussy.
Shlurk!
Now both of her holes were filled.
One with the tal prosthetic tail, stretching her ass, the cold tal warming to her body temperature with each thrust.
The other with his fingers, pumping in and out of her tight, soaked pussy.
He moved them both in rhythm.
Pump! Pump! Pump!
Her ass expanded and opened with each thrust of the tail.
Her pussy beca a sopping ss around his fingers, more and more liquid seeping out with every movent.
And his mouth?
His mouth never stopped.
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~
Sucking. Licking. Worshipping her stump, sending wave after wave of pleasure directly into her overloaded nervous system.
Astrid was being attacked from every angle.
Her pussy—a fountain of pleasure.
Her ass—stretched and filled in ways she had never imagined.
Her stump—destroying her mind with every flick of his tongue.
It was too much.
"I-I CAN’T HOLD BACK ANYMORE!" She scread. "I’M COMING! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!"
And she ca.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
But it wasn’t any ordinary orgasm.
The sheer force of it literally flung her off the sofa.
Her body launched into the air, unable to remain in the sa spot, and crashed onto the floor with a loud BANG!
Mika’s eyes went wide with concern.
He hadn’t expected that.
He started to move toward her, to help, to check if she was okay—
But what happened next shocked him even more.
Astrid was moaning and groaning on the ground, writhing, twisting, her body completely out of control.
"I’m coming!" She cried. "I’m coming! But why—why does this feel so different?! Oh god—oh GOD—"
As she said it, her pussy started to squirt.
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
Liquid shot out of her in powerful streams, soaking the floor around her.
But unlike before, where her body had stayed relatively still, now she seed genuinely possessed by sothing.
She rolled across the floor.
BANG!—into the sofa.
CRASH!—into the coffee table.
THUD!—into a bench, which toppled over and sent a vase smashing to pieces.
Another orgasm hit, and she arched her back, squirting again.
"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Then she rolled again, slamming into another piece of furniture.
"I’m coming more!" She wailed. "It’s still coming! God, it’s STILL COMING!"
Another orgasm.
"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"
Another spray of liquid.
Another violent roll across the room.
Mika watched with utter shock and fascination.
He had never seen anything like this.
She looked like she had been possessed by so kind of demon—only the demon inside her was leaking out as pleasure, spraying everywhere, making her lose all control.
But...it made sense, really.
Not only had he been stimulating her most sensitive spot—the stump—but he had also been fingering her pussy and fucking her ass with her own prosthetic tail. All at the sa ti.
It pushed her past every limit she had.
Past every boundary.
Past everything she thought she was capable of experiencing.
And now she was showing it. Showing all of it. Spraying her love juice all over the room like a fountain of pure ecstasy.
Mika was amused.
But he was also concerned.
She was like a ntal patient, rolling around, banging into things, completely out of her mind with pleasure. He needed to get her under control.
"It’s alright, Astrid." He moved toward her. "Co here. Co over here."
He grabbed her mid-roll and picked her up.
But even in his arms, she kept struggling. Kept moaning.
And—ept squirting.
One stream shot directly at his face—SPLASH!—and hit him right in the mouth.
It was like so kind of defense chanism, her body lashing out even as it surrendered.
But Mika just chuckled.
"You really are quite the squirter, aren’t you my lustful little fox?"
He tightened his grip on her and carried her back to the sofa. He then sat down, positioning her on his lap, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"It’s alright, Astrid. It’s alright. Let it all go. Let it all out onto ."
And she did.
She continued squirting into him, her body jerking violently, her love juice soaking through his clothes, drenching his skin.
But he didn’t care. He just held her, stroked her, whispered loving words into her ear.
And slowly, gradually, she began to calm.
The violent jerking subsided.
The intense squirts softened into a gentle stream of liquid still leaking from her pussy.
Her breathing evened out. Her body relaxed against his.
She was so relaxed, in fact, that Mika suddenly felt a different sensation on his crotch!
A warm liquid.
Thinner than the squirt. And much more hotter.
He pulled her back slightly, looked down—and was flabbergasted by what he saw.
Astrid was peeing.
A steady stream of yellow liquid was flowing from her pussy, dripping directly onto his cock, pooling on his balls, soaking into his pants.
She didn’t even realize it. She was too far gone, lost in her haze, floating in so other dinsion entirely.
But she was definitely, unmistakably, completely peeing on him.
Mika stared for a mont.
Then he laughed.
Not mockingly—just genuinely amused.
And yes, a little bit turned on. He had broken her so completely that she was literally losing control of her bodily functions.
That was...honestly kind of impressive.
So he just held her tighter.
Let her pee in peace.
Let her squirt her heart out.
And as he held her, he thought about the past.
He knew Astrid had struggled with this insecurity for so long.
He had offered shallow complints before—told her not to mind it, that it didn’t matter.
But he had never truly gone all the way. Never truly addressed the root of her pain.
But now he had.
He had made sure she would never feel ashad of this stump again. Never hide it. never let it define her.
She was whole.
All of her.
Every single part.
He looked down at her peaceful, exhausted face and smiled.
His adorable fox was finally back.
Right where she belonged.
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