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![Stormy the Were-Witch [No Stockings]](http://d.furaffinity.net/art/askderpycat1/1729909974/1729909974.askderpycat1__2023-10-18__siwiko_stormy__sfw_.jpg "Click to change the View")
This is the a subtle alt to my previous version here, which has her wearing stockings: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58538634/ (Image is fully sfw, but story in the caption contains mature content, so image is tagged as mature).
As I promised in comments on that one, the below story is a soft continuation of the previous, giving another cute interaction between Stormy and Mae (feel free to read the story on the other post if you want the backstory there). Though it will be shorter as a "mini story" since it's getting kinda late for me. Story is unrelated to the image
During Stormy's month on the estate, she spent countless hours pouring over every book she could get her paws on. The emperor took a keen interest on artifacts and the history of mirrorworld. And though a lowly fur could never have direct access to the emperor of the human empire, she did have the next best thing.
Her host, and the owner of the estate on which she was staying was the most prominent researcher of artifacts in the Human empire. Being on permanent tenure of the emperor's research team granted her indirect access to the entirety of the knowledge in this corner of the world -- so much to learn, and so little time to do it. It was not uncommon for stormy to spend her entire day within the owner's private study, absorbed in all of the ancient texts and research notes. Sometimes, her investigation would take her down rabbit-holes so deep that she would forget to take breaks to eat, drink, and sometimes even forget to groom herself. Especially with her curse being a ticking time-bomb that would force herself to stop for the night at sunset.
Much to her "owner's" protests, Mae wholeheartedly throws herself into the maid/servant persona. Even when there are no guests, and no reason for her to pretend to simply be another "owned fur", she always willingly chooses to put on the suggestive maid outfits and do everything she can to serve. He would regularly insist she isn't a mere pet, and that in his eyes, she was family, but that never stopped Mae from choosing this role for herself. Though she might not outwardly say it, it's quite obvious she enjoys being subservient to those she caress about.
It's a good thing too, because Stormy was certainly not doing a good job making sure her basic needs were met. Mae was usually very effective at her duties -- scarily so at times. Mae's attentiveness was laser-focused on doing everything she could to help Stormy with her every need, and even ones she never asked for. Every moment of Stormy's days had Mae's help in one way or another. Being woken up at sunrise with a fresh set of clothes to put on, being brought coffee, tea, snacks, meals, etc, being asket to brief outings to stretch her legs and get a little sunlight, her workspace being cleaned spotless every night while she slept (keeping in mind that Mae was also quite helpful with her curse in the nights too), brushing & groomign her while she worked, and even more offers to wash her so she could keep her focus on her research.
Stormy would have been in a worse shape than your typical grad-school student during finals week if it wasn't for Mae. And she absolutely saw & appreciated the effort
However, this wasn't without its hiccups. Though Mae was extremely competent under normal circumstances, whenever she was in the presence of Stormy, she had a tendency to become... accident prone. Clearly she had another kitty on her mind that was distracting her form her duties. Anything from spilling drinks/food to absent-mindedly brushing in areas that she really should have asked before touching ;), and even unintentionally getting a few other cursed items for stormy during her Stay.
On this particular day, Stormy had recently finished reading the final book in a saga discussing "the Dark Age" -- a period of 500 years in which no written history or text exists, and no existing writings reference events from that time. Quite an interestign subject, but so little to go off of. All anyone really knows is that these missing five centuries of history are gone from all countries in the world. There's plenty of speculation and hypothesis into the events that happen, but what exactly happened and why there are no records is a complete enigma.
Such an open ended question left Stormy in quite a daze. She'd spent almost a full 6 hours flipping through dozens of books scattered on the desks and floor around her. She'd barely eaten the breakfast Mae brought her, and her morning coffee had gone cold with a film of settled cream on the surface. She was officially at the point in her day where her body begins to protest the lack of nutrition and activity. Her stomach growling, her legs becoming sore from sitting, and her back beginning to protest her poor reading posture. Stormy finally admits defeat and resigns herself to taking a break.
Before Stormy can even make it out the door, she crashes face-first into Mae, causing both kitties to topple backward onto their rears. Stormy, in her weakened state is in no condition to get up right away, left in a dazed confusion while slowly trying to register what just happened, all while Mae apologizes profusely.
Once Mae notices that her breakfast and drink were both left untouched, her apologies switch to a more adamant lecture about the importance of eating and taking breaks. She snatches Stormy by the hand, and insists they go get her some food
But not just any food, Mae dragged Stormy down the hall, out the door, and down to the market, refusing to look back at Stormy or stop chastising her over her poor dietary choices until they were first-in-line at a local specialty restaurant. Mae insists Stormy joins her inside to "eat a proper meal".
It isn't until they are halfway through this meal when Stormy makes an offhand joke, calling the outing a "lunch date". This completely throws off Mae's composure for the rest of the day. There may or may not have been a bottle of wine spilled, and Stormy may or may not have continued to do "soft flirting" with Mae to incite more flustered reactions, unphased by said wine staining her lap-fur
Next alt will be later this weekend. Gonna be a fun NSFW one, and I'll get to come up with a more spicy Stormy-Mae short story to go with it. Looking forward to sharing ;3
Hopefully the story is coherent. I'm up later than usual typing this out, but I wanted to get it posted before bed *best use of a Friday night*
Thank you again to
Siwiko for such a gorgeous piece of Stormy. She turned out lovely
As I promised in comments on that one, the below story is a soft continuation of the previous, giving another cute interaction between Stormy and Mae (feel free to read the story on the other post if you want the backstory there). Though it will be shorter as a "mini story" since it's getting kinda late for me. Story is unrelated to the image
During Stormy's month on the estate, she spent countless hours pouring over every book she could get her paws on. The emperor took a keen interest on artifacts and the history of mirrorworld. And though a lowly fur could never have direct access to the emperor of the human empire, she did have the next best thing.
Her host, and the owner of the estate on which she was staying was the most prominent researcher of artifacts in the Human empire. Being on permanent tenure of the emperor's research team granted her indirect access to the entirety of the knowledge in this corner of the world -- so much to learn, and so little time to do it. It was not uncommon for stormy to spend her entire day within the owner's private study, absorbed in all of the ancient texts and research notes. Sometimes, her investigation would take her down rabbit-holes so deep that she would forget to take breaks to eat, drink, and sometimes even forget to groom herself. Especially with her curse being a ticking time-bomb that would force herself to stop for the night at sunset.
Much to her "owner's" protests, Mae wholeheartedly throws herself into the maid/servant persona. Even when there are no guests, and no reason for her to pretend to simply be another "owned fur", she always willingly chooses to put on the suggestive maid outfits and do everything she can to serve. He would regularly insist she isn't a mere pet, and that in his eyes, she was family, but that never stopped Mae from choosing this role for herself. Though she might not outwardly say it, it's quite obvious she enjoys being subservient to those she caress about.
It's a good thing too, because Stormy was certainly not doing a good job making sure her basic needs were met. Mae was usually very effective at her duties -- scarily so at times. Mae's attentiveness was laser-focused on doing everything she could to help Stormy with her every need, and even ones she never asked for. Every moment of Stormy's days had Mae's help in one way or another. Being woken up at sunrise with a fresh set of clothes to put on, being brought coffee, tea, snacks, meals, etc, being asket to brief outings to stretch her legs and get a little sunlight, her workspace being cleaned spotless every night while she slept (keeping in mind that Mae was also quite helpful with her curse in the nights too), brushing & groomign her while she worked, and even more offers to wash her so she could keep her focus on her research.
Stormy would have been in a worse shape than your typical grad-school student during finals week if it wasn't for Mae. And she absolutely saw & appreciated the effort
However, this wasn't without its hiccups. Though Mae was extremely competent under normal circumstances, whenever she was in the presence of Stormy, she had a tendency to become... accident prone. Clearly she had another kitty on her mind that was distracting her form her duties. Anything from spilling drinks/food to absent-mindedly brushing in areas that she really should have asked before touching ;), and even unintentionally getting a few other cursed items for stormy during her Stay.
On this particular day, Stormy had recently finished reading the final book in a saga discussing "the Dark Age" -- a period of 500 years in which no written history or text exists, and no existing writings reference events from that time. Quite an interestign subject, but so little to go off of. All anyone really knows is that these missing five centuries of history are gone from all countries in the world. There's plenty of speculation and hypothesis into the events that happen, but what exactly happened and why there are no records is a complete enigma.
Such an open ended question left Stormy in quite a daze. She'd spent almost a full 6 hours flipping through dozens of books scattered on the desks and floor around her. She'd barely eaten the breakfast Mae brought her, and her morning coffee had gone cold with a film of settled cream on the surface. She was officially at the point in her day where her body begins to protest the lack of nutrition and activity. Her stomach growling, her legs becoming sore from sitting, and her back beginning to protest her poor reading posture. Stormy finally admits defeat and resigns herself to taking a break.
Before Stormy can even make it out the door, she crashes face-first into Mae, causing both kitties to topple backward onto their rears. Stormy, in her weakened state is in no condition to get up right away, left in a dazed confusion while slowly trying to register what just happened, all while Mae apologizes profusely.
Once Mae notices that her breakfast and drink were both left untouched, her apologies switch to a more adamant lecture about the importance of eating and taking breaks. She snatches Stormy by the hand, and insists they go get her some food
But not just any food, Mae dragged Stormy down the hall, out the door, and down to the market, refusing to look back at Stormy or stop chastising her over her poor dietary choices until they were first-in-line at a local specialty restaurant. Mae insists Stormy joins her inside to "eat a proper meal".
It isn't until they are halfway through this meal when Stormy makes an offhand joke, calling the outing a "lunch date". This completely throws off Mae's composure for the rest of the day. There may or may not have been a bottle of wine spilled, and Stormy may or may not have continued to do "soft flirting" with Mae to incite more flustered reactions, unphased by said wine staining her lap-fur
Next alt will be later this weekend. Gonna be a fun NSFW one, and I'll get to come up with a more spicy Stormy-Mae short story to go with it. Looking forward to sharing ;3
Hopefully the story is coherent. I'm up later than usual typing this out, but I wanted to get it posted before bed *best use of a Friday night*
Thank you again to
Siwiko for such a gorgeous piece of Stormy. She turned out lovely
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