“Hey Anon, have you heard anything from Rurudo? We really need to get the designs to the rigger, and I wouldn’t want to delay the debut more than it needs to.” You hear your coworker complain again about the work ethic of that girl. Rurudo is a great artist, one of the best in the business, but you can’t deny that she has given no progress updates on the commission. This is definitely not what you expected when you recommended her to your team, but now you’re stuck with her, as there’s not enough time to get any other artist for the job. Unless you want to sacrifice the model’s quality, but that is absolutely out of the question.
“I know, I know. She usually replies to my messages with a generic I’m working on it, but she hasn’t even done that today.” You let out an audible sigh as you close your eyes and lean back in your chair. “I tried calling her earlier, but no luck.”
“Do you think she’s alright?”
“I hope so, but with no other way of contacting her, I wouldn’t know.”
Your coworker starts to rummage through his drawers; the rustling of paper fills the office and drowns out the ticking of the clock. You wonder what he is doing at his desk, but you don’t bother to ask. Didn’t matter anyway because you got your answer right away.
“Here. That’s her address,” he says, holding a paper note up to you. “Make sure that she is doing alright.”
“Why do you have her address?” Normally, you wouldn’t know anything about the artists you work with. You’d be lucky to know their face or real name, but for them to give out their address seems rather unusual.
“Secret.” He holds a finger up to his lips, telling you that it might be a better idea not to know. “Just keep this between you and me. Wouldn’t want the higher ups to know about this.”
You know it is a bad idea to just visit the artist you commissioned without announcing yourself beforehand, even worse if your boss would find out. But on the other hand, it would be very bad if Rurudo didn’t deliver the model on time. So you cut your losses and agree to check up on her. Luckily, the address on that note is not too far away from the office, only two stations with the metro. Could probably walk the distance, but your laziness prevails. Apparently she lives in this basic apartment complex, one floor up and then the third door.
You went to ring the doorbell, hoping that she is even at home and not slacking off in some mall. Or maybe that would be better, as you wouldn’t have to deal with this whole thing in person. It was a stupid idea to visit her after all, but you’re already here, so might as well try your luck. However, just before you press down the button, you notice that her door is unlocked and opened by a thumb’s width. Did someone break into her place? You push the door open as slowly as you can. The entire apartment is dark; the lights are off and all the curtains are closed.
There were no signs of a burglary as far as you could tell, but the possibility was not yet off the table. As you look down, you notice something on the floor that was jamming the door. A piece of fabric, clothing to be specific. On closer inspection, you find it to be underwear; a pair of white panties. While that explains how the door stayed open, it also brings up many more questions. Not wanting to be seen at her doorstep with a girl’s underwear in your hands, you try your best to conceal them in your hand and step inside her home, closing the door behind you. It was only now that you realize that you should not have done that. Visiting your artist completely unannounced? Already pretty bad. Entering her apartment without permission? Now it’s getting illegal. But you’ve come this far; there’s no need to back out now.
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Your eyes finally adjust to the dim light in her home and you are able to take a look around. It is immediately apparent that Rurudo is not the kind of person to have anyone over for a visit. Empty ramen cups are towering on the table, lots of clothing is lying on the floor, and on the countertop are a bunch of energy drinks and beer cans, most likely empty as well. Makes you wonder if she leaves her apartment at all, other than to get more ramen and drinks. With a lifestyle this sloppy, it is not a surprise that her progress updates are practically non-existent. She is unbelievably lazy and a total shut-in. It’s a mystery how she even got this far in her career, but let’s not judge the book by its cover.
Despite all that, there is still no sight of Rurudo herself, but through one of the doors down the hallway comes a faint bluish light. Like a moth, you feel attracted by the light, following its guidance to Rurudo’s room. The door isn’t fully closed, a recurring theme in her household it seems, but the crack did not allow you to peek through. How would she react to you just coming inside? This is most definitely a breach of privacy. Not that everything up to this point has been any better. You swallow your worries, take a deep breath, and place your hand on the doorknob. You gently open the door.
A pretty standard bedroom, if only a little messy, but that was to be expected at this point. It’s a fairly small room, even for these apartments in the middle of the city. It did fit a bed, a small closet, and a desk, though. The only light in this room came from that same desk from what seems to be some art software left running. And in front of the desk was a little girl with blonde hair dressed in a simple white shirt that was definitely too large for her. You slowly approach her when you notice that she is sleeping in her chair. No wonder that she isn’t replying to your messages if her mind isn’t even in our reality at the moment.
You take a glance at her monitor and see an almost finished character design, very much to the description of what your team had commissioned. She must have worked hard to still get it out on time, which led to her falling asleep at work. She really is living the opposite of a healthy life here, and it’s really worrying you. Maybe you should wake her up? You place your hand on her shoulder to softly shake her awake, but before you do so, you notice little protrusions on her head. Small fluffy ears, like cat ears. That’s quite the rarity. Beast girls have been known to live a more reclusive life, usually far away from major cities. They are often the target of bullying, especially those with the longer ears. It must be hard to live in such a place when most of society hasn’t accepted your kind. But it surprised you that her appearance is so accurate to her drawn avatar. You would have never thought that she actually was a lioness.
The original plan was to scold her for not doing her job properly, but after witnessing her circumstances, you take pity on her. You place your hand on Rurudo’s shoulder, which turns out to only have enough space to rest your fingers, and lightly move it back and forth. The lion girl, however, is fast asleep. Maybe it is best to let her have this well-deserved rest. After all, the designs seem to be almost done anyway, and it wouldn’t look good on you to overwork your artists. But you do decide that the chair must be way too uncomfortable for her, so you think it’s for the best to move her over to her bed. With that attire, if you can even call it that, she would probably catch a cold. You slide your hands as carefully as you can under her legs and her back, lifting her up from the chair like a prince carrying his princess.
She is very light, so carrying her the few steps to her bed was a walk in the park. Her slumber unperturbed all the way to her mattress, the only sounds escaping her lips were soft breathing. As you retract your hands from her tender body, you catch a glimpse of her underneath. You shyly look away, embarrassed that you were caught looking at a sleeping girl’s privates. Caught? No, no one is here to catch you looking. You know how wrong this is, but your virgin mind is telling you—begging you—to not avert your eyes. Fighting your curiosity is useless, so you turn your head back and slowly open one eye. Your earlier glance was not a dream or hallucination. Before you is truly the bare nether region of this young lioness. Her shirt may have been too large for her small body, but during the short trip from desk to bed, it must have rolled up a bit to expose her most private region. And on top of that, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. But you already half expected that, considering the pair of panties you had found laying lonely on the ground.
Just looking doesn’t hurt, is a white little lie that you told yourself, but it became very clear that morals had long been thrown out the window. Your face inches closer and closer to the exposed lion cunny, every step revealing more and more detail of those puffy lower lips. Something you had only ever seen in porn was now presented before you in all its beautiful glory. Mere inches away, you take in the scent of Rurudo’s unadulterated pussy. A pleasant yet lewd smell; despite her lifestyle, she is still very clean. That scent starts a fire in you. Sex drive like you have never experienced it before. This cute little cunny was destined to be yours.
You slowly move your hand forwards and make contact with her pussy lips, feeling up that super soft and warm mound. What you imagined being playful foreplay would probably only pass as fumbling around aimlessly. You can’t fool anyone. This is the first time you ever touched a woman down there. But you don’t need to fool anyone. This is for you, and for you alone. You move your fingers up and down, tracing Rurudo’s perfect little slit. From the peaks of her clit to the deep valleys of her vagina; spreading her cute cunt open for you to marvel at. Your breath is getting heavier and your dick wants to burst through your pants.
The fingers that just moments ago traced Rurudo were now resting in your mouth, for one to get a taste of the little lion, the sweet aroma of her pink pussy, but secondly to lube them up for your next move. Back down at her entrance, you place the tip of your middle finger and move it in small circles. Your other hand placed higher up on her waist, softly caressing her tummy, now slowly moving up towards her tiny breasts. They might not be very big, but they fit firmly in your hand. As your fingers play with her nipple, your other finger is eager to explore Rurudo’s deepest part. You carefully slip your middle finger inside her cunt, at first only to the first knuckle. Rurudo’s breathing suddenly gets heavier, inhaling sharply. You stop moving at once and observe what she does. If she were to wake up now, it would be very bad for you. She would most likely not take well to a man she had never seen fingering her in her own home while she sleeps.
You wait for her breathing to calm down a bit more before continuing to play around in her cunny, the possibility of her waking up giving you an extra adrenaline boost. Now your finger is up to the second knuckle in her; your other hand taken away from her budding breasts and down to your pants, fumbling to release your stone-hard cock. Stroking your dick slowly to the same rhythm that your finger is playing inside the lion’s pussy, your finger is now fully enveloped in those moist meat walls. You really want to let your dick loose in her pussy, but you know that what you’re doing is already risky enough. As a compromise, you decide to rub your thing against her tender legs, giving you a feeling of skinship that your hand could have never provided before. You’re unconsciously picking up the pace, still looking out for her reactions, making sure that she doesn’t suddenly end her slumber. This dreamlike scenario makes you feel so hot. You alternate stroking your dick and rubbing it against her bare legs, while having managed to sneak a second finger down into her tight pussy. All these taboo feelings make you go dizzy. Sweat forms all over your body. You feel the climax coming. With your finger buried deep in Rurudo’s cunny, your dick pulsates hard, shooting your backed up semen all over her tiny exposed body. Sticky ropes stretching all over her stomach up to her small boobs. Having finished on her gives you a euphoric feeling like you’ve never felt before.
Despite having just had the high of your life, post-nut-clarity hits you like a truck, almost thrusting you into a generic isekai story. This is bad, you thought. And you are right. You need to do something about this as soon as possible before she wakes up. It’s a surprise she didn’t even wake up from your warm seed spurting all over her body. In a rush to make things right, you search her apartment for a bunch of paper towels and wipe her clean from your spoils. You finish up by sliding her shirt back down and putting her undergarments onto her bottom.
You fumble around, rocking back and forth in her tiny apartment, trying to find ways of making things right; at the very least, to calm your own mind. You rummage through her kitchen, looking for anything that might still be edible. If anything, you’d at least want to show her some kindness by providing a good meal once she has fully rested.
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As afternoon rolls around, the lion girl slowly comes to her senses, unknowing of the things you had done to her. She practically crawled out of bed, constantly yawning and rubbing her eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s a sleepy child getting ready for school. You are afraid of how she will react to you being in her home, using her kitchen, but that fear quickly dissipated.
“What’s that smell?” Rurudo asks, her eyes barely open, as if she were ready to sleep while standing. It’s unsettling how nonchalant she is about a stranger standing in her kitchen, but you suppose that’s a little less explaining you’ll have to do.
“I made a bit of miso soup,” you say, yet it’s hard to call it that due to the lack of ingredients to work with. “I thought you might want to eat something good for once.”
Rurudo does not answer, but sits down at the table, signaling that she is ready to eat. She can be such a child. But that’s what makes her even cuter to you. You are almost awakening some parental instincts in you that make you want to pamper and care for her every day. That gives you an idea. You could embrace that thought and shoot your shot. Rurudo clearly needs someone to care for her and this way you can probably do enough good to balance out your sins that you committed earlier. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
You tell her why you have visited her place, and praise her for the work she had already done on the model, but that you would also appreciate it if she would communicate more with her coworkers and to not overwork herself that much. She never responds to your monologue, only nodding along while slurping the miso soup you made.
“You also shouldn’t rot away in here like this. You can’t just survive on cup ramen and energy drinks forever, you need to get out more and eat healthier,” you say. What she is really lacking is someone who is there for her, someone who she can rely on. “If you don’t mind, I could lend you a hand at this.” You blush. You weren’t prepared for how embarrassing this would be to say. It almost sounded like you were asking her out. And essentially it was not so different. But to your surprise, Rurudo left her expressionless face behind and smiled in return.
“I’d love that.”