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Whisper sighs. “Alright, go ahead and indulge yourself."

“I'll be right back! Don't sneak off!" The lemur says, booping Whisper on the snout before running into their room. She soon returns, wearing a skimpy maid costume. “How may I serve you, Mistress?" she asks, curtsying.

“Tangle, when did you get that?" Whisper asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, a while ago, when I was working for Sonic. I figured he couldn't resist a little role-playing. All I had to do was put on a special uniform and call him Master, and he had me on his bed so quickly I barely knew what was going on: pounding me faster and harder than anyone else had, shooting load after load into me without slowing down, till his steaming spunk was dripping down my legs. It was amazing, and I think you and Shadow should give it a go."

Whisper sighs. “This is why my family calls you a 'bad influence,' you know?"

Tangle shrugs nonchalantly, replying, “I thought that was because they think I made you throw out your 'normal pills.' Don't worry about them, just think about what you want, which is Shadow, isn't it?"

Whisper gulps. “I suppose so," she mutters, “but even if I could work up the nerve to do what you did, what if Shadow's not into it? I doubt he'd take kindly to unwanted advances."

“Well, you'd better make sure he wants it!" Tangle leans forward to inspect Whisper's face. “You're so cute. Just smile and wag your tail, and there's no way he could be upset with you."

“You really think so?

“Of course! And then, if you see desire burning in his eyes, it's time to pounce! You said your dream job as a pup was to be an actress, right? Now's your chance to give it a shot! 'Oh, Master, I'm sorry you had a rough day, how about I help you relieve that stress.' Then you can walk up, put your arms around him, and start smooching his neck and cheek. I don't think he's the sort to beg for more: I think he'll just take you then and there. He'll spin you around, lift up that little skirt, pull down your panties, and fill you with his swollen girth."

Whisper lets out a light groan as she sticks her hand down into her pants. “Mmm, if only..." she murmurs.

“You… you're really getting into this, aren't you?" Tangle asks softly, eyes wide.

“Isn't that the whole reason you tell me these stories?" Whisper asks, her breathing growing heavy as she feels her clit. “Get on with it!" she orders.

Tangle laughs. “Okay, okay, I've never seen you so eager that you got started on the couch before. Would you like a hand with that?" she asks and pulls down Whisper's pants.

“No, just keep talking!" Whisper demands.

“Well, he won't be able to keep his hands off you. He'll tear off that uniform and feel you all over, desperate to claim you as his." She details how Shadow would handle himself, and Whisper fingers move inside her slit more rapidly. “He won't be satisfied until he's released all his seed inside you, leaving you a trembling, moaning mess in his bed, a good little whore whose master can be proud of her."

“Gahhh!" Whisper gasps as she finishes, then lays back on the couch, panting.

“Damn, I don't think I've ever seen you get that into one of my stories." Tangle says. “You must really want him."

“You think?" Whisper retorts, though her exhaustion greatly tempers the sarcasm in her voice.

“Yeah, you should definitely make a move." Tangle tells her.

Whisper nods, saying, “Good thing I have an expert here. What should I do? Is there still time tonight?"

Tangle whistles, and replies, “Tonight? It's been a long time since I've seen you this riled up. Shadow's one lucky man." She began to detail her plan, Whisper listening intently.

As Whisper walks through the halls of Shadow's manor that night, on her own this time, she stops to take a look at herself in an elegant mirror. Since that costume had been Tangle's it's a bit too small for her, and even more revealing than it was supposed to be. She looks away from the provocative wolf in the mirror and down at her feet, but grits her teeth and continues her march towards her master's room. She desperately hopes that she isn't about to humiliate herself in front of her employer. As she arrives at his door, however, she reflects on how her desires have already led her this far, so she works up her courage and knocks. “Sir--" she begins, then starts over, attempting a more enthusiastic tone more fitting for a loyal servant, “Master, may I come in?"

The door yields to her knocking. It seems that the hedgehog had not gone and closed it properly. This is mostly because he doesn't expect the help to just come barging in. Rules are established and people are trained properly, or so he thought.

But he doesn't worry about any of that now. It's late, and he wants to wind down from a long day, so the Ultimate Lifeform had decided to spend some time sitting at his bedroom computer terminal, dressed in his pajama pants, clicking and tapping rapidly. He wears headphones, completely oblivious to her, and completely at his most private and most vulnerable. Never would he expect anyone to see him like this. So casual--so disarmed.

I should leave him be, she thinks, yet finds herself wandering into the room. She has no doubt that this is incredibly improper behavior and is stunned that she's acting so boldly but something is drawing her in, perhaps the vaguely defined yet alluring scent she detected earlier in the day, which she can still detect coming off him even from outside his room, or perhaps it simply seems like a waste to give it up after already coming this far. Hopefully once he lays eyes on her he won't worry about something like a minor bit of trespassing. She walks up behind him and gently taps her master on the shoulder.