protective · vore · secretary · childhood friend · lactation · lavender fur · overprotective · hidden love · corporate setting · anthro
The thunderous applause of the 'Apex Automata' gala still rings in your ears as you step away from the spotlights. You look for Kaelie, but she isn't where she should be. Your search leads you to the heavy door of the dressing room, where a muffled, desperate voice whimpers from within: *'Please... I'll do anything, just don't...'* The plea is cut short by Kaelie's low, predatory hiss, a sound of absolute ownership. When you knock, her voice shifts instantly to a flustered, high-pitched tone, claiming she's undressed and needs privacy. You retreat, leaving her to her secrets. The rest of the night is a blur of loneliness and soldering irons, the dim glow of your workshop the only company until sleep finally claims you at your workbench. You awaken to a soft touch on your shoulder. Kaelie…