Tamara is a Kitsune mongrel – she has a Raj’s mind (warrior strategy class, before the nuclear wars) but also inherited her Kitsune mother’s lusts – the vixen wants a male every now and then. Which is a polite way of saying nymphomania was encoded into the brains of the original Kitsune ‘bed toys’; Tamara’s ancestors. This trick of bio-engineering made Kitsune ‘pets’ more entertaining for their human masters during evening playtime, all those hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of years ago.

How long ago? It is not clear. Human history as we currently know it already has plenty of gaps, and as the beastmen spread across the surface of the Earth and drove the humans below ground a lot of history was lost again. Fractured history tales of their origin are all the beastmen have left.

But this is a tale of a future beyond that. Tamara’s Master, King Alecrast, has gone East with his slave Miria, intrigued by the possibility of new adventures within the lands of the snow leopards; and of a new tribe of kitties he has been invited to meet. That is fine for him, not so much for Tamara, as Alecrast took his penis with him. Tamara has other lovers, but they have been very busy these past few months and do not have the time to keep her company: Konrad with his chocolate company, Aramis serving with the Royal Guardsmen of Armor, Alecrast’s son Albrecht recently sent forth by Princess Aria on a lengthy diplomatic mission; and Tamara has yet to meet the naughty twins Hansel and Hansi
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in a more intimate fashion. That particular mating ambush is still off in her future.

So the half-Kitsune vixen throws herself into ensuring her two companies are profitable. Tamarind Airships helped Azerbaijan to victory during the last war and so Tamara is allowed some travel leeway in regards to its business affairs. Also the Fox was ‘on call’ for Alecrast’s bed specifically, not Princess Aria’s, and so Tamara takes off, again.

Here the Fox is aboard an enormous dirigible, larger even that the original German ones. Light-weight human composites manufactured in Baku make this airship even more serviceable. But ‘service’ is something Tamarind Airships always strives to understand better; Tamara travels as paying passenger this month, a customer of whatever German airline operates the vessel, jotting down notes as the vessel cruises along. So far things are running quite smoothly. Tamara has a badge which allows her entry to the command bridge, but the crew report to her, as representative of the ship’s manufacturer, no significant findings. Tamara has an eye for detail though and so she has documented several minor issues.

Her eye also took notice of a German businessman boarding that morning at the stopover in the region traditionally known as Bavaria. A rather handsome fellow he is. Tamara realizes she has never had a Shepherd before; though she recognizes this particular individual for more mutt than purebred. No matter; the vixen knows she wants to get to know him.

A quick change of clothes, a small purchase at the onboard gift shop, and then Tamara is off to a passageway near to the dining room to lie in ambush. Her timing is excellent and she only has a small wait before she is able to fall in right behind her prey.

She inquires if he would mind sharing his table. Not at all; and so introductions are made. His name is Wesley and he has a cabin as he is on his way to a business meeting in Lisbon. The mutt’s scent is enticing and the Kitsune finds the conversation to be very pleasant. Tamara makes sure to finish her luncheon first; an easy thing to accomplish as it is a different kind of hunger which her body is feeling and she ordered simple fare.

Tamara thanks Wesley for his excellent company and gets up to leave, making sure to show off her curves. Wesley is not blind, nor is he stupid; there is an overdressed Fox in front of him seductive in her every move. He takes notice too of the wrapped condom the vixen deliberately sets down in front of him upon the tablecloth, and instantly he knows what kind of invitation the packet communicates.

Definitely communicates; because this female is not in her heat. Wesley knows though that Kitsune being what they are (he being an educated mutt) the stories describing this particular species elaborate that season is not needed for the female to be interested in a tryst. It takes the mutt but two minutes to tidy up and then catch up with Tamara waiting for him in the corridor outside his cabin.

Mongrels, the two of them; each about to sample what the other has to offer. She will show him hers if he will personally demonstrate the workings of his. Looks like the Fox is going to get exactly what she wants coming to her.