Hot Sands and Hotter Waters [Mission]

The travel took the pair roughly six hours of marching in the sun. The desert was certainly unforgivable even with her super cool casual clothes. There were no trees or buildings to hide behind. The extended exposure to the sun made Inari regret not investing in a parasol before leaving the village, something she would certainly do when she returns. Her shortsightedness was due to her lack of experience. Generally when she left the village on a mission she would travel short distances, places no further than an hour from the gates. Plus it would be early in the morning so the sun wasn't as intense. But six hours was overkill. It would now be four o'clock in the afternoon, the pair suffering the hottest part of the day with nowhere to rest. Inari was at least smart to keep her head down to prevent sunburn. Her clothes blocked out the direct sunlight, but the heat and walking is what did her in. In any case, Inari was too miserable to hold much conversation during their hike staying mostly quiet aside from the occasional, frivolous jab about the environment.

The southwestern portion of the Land of Wind was largely uninhabited. So one could imagine Inari's excitement when catching the pleasing sight of the Miracle Oasis. It was truly a miracle. Seeing the Oasis just over a sand dune caused her tail to wag broadly and vigorously in excitement. "Lookie! We made it!" She offered, the most simplistic piece of dialogue that came to her mind. Inari ran down the hill and made a beeline straight to the respite. There were palm trees which bore ripe dates, fresh water from the oasis, and plenty of shade to relax. The Miracle Oasis was like a rest stop for travelers coming from the far lands beyond Kishin and occasionally wildlife. But today it would serve as a rest spot for a naive Genin who dared the desert unprepared. Plus it was sorta the halfway point for their mission. All they had to do was find their herb and things would be rosy.

Reaching the shaded area and border of the waters she immediately slipped out of her geta stepping onto the soft sand before walking straight into the oasis waters, which at most reached up to her chest. Dunking her head into the clean water she was relieved to feel the rather cold water basically wash the sweat and heat away from her face. She was in bliss for the time being. But they had work to do, and quickly if they wanted to make it back to Sunagakure before it got too late in the evening.

Six hours. It had been a long time since Ei had last gone on an expedition like this. Years. She had forgotten what the sun was like. Having spent so much time inside and occupied with her paints her skin had lost much of the natural protection it had against the sun. Her skin had regressed to a pale shade, many times lighter than its natural color, in this time. While it wasn’t something that bothered it aesthetically the sheer inconvenience that came with traveling in the sun made it displeasurable. She considered investing in a parasol, perhaps. Some sort of cream perhaps? Anything to keep the bearing of the sun down. While they had left early in the day it would be far past noon now, and the trouble that came with traveling in the middle of the day was readily apparent. Ei was one of great stamina, and so while she wasn’t yet tired, the heat against her skin was beginning to be unpleasant. The pretty little foxgirl’s jabs towards the environment during their travels were ones that Ei could sympathize with, although she would quiet besides from the occasional, light and rolling laughter in response. She wasn’t the type to complain verbally, but she fully supported Inari in doing so.

Coming to the Miracle Oasis would be more than worth it when the pair arrived. The journey had been one that Ei had not made in years, and so seeing again the vibrant greens and blues brought a smile to her face. The vegetation and foliage were refreshing to see again, and brought emotions akin to meeting up with old friends. Many times in the past she had come all this way for the sole purpose of painting the oasis. Had she brought her paints along she likely would have attempted to capture these emotions into the inspiration of colors on canvas.  

A date would be plucked from a cluster that dropped down from a low hanging tree. The pit would be picked out and then the ripe fruit placed into Ei’s mouth. There was no reason not to spend time enjoying the land’s bounty while they were here.

“What a sight. If I had brought my canvas along I would have asked you to pose like that. Wet Fur, I would have titled it.” She would fondly look down at the girl as she dunked herself into the waters. The honeyed taste of the date was still fresh in her mouth, and Ei would hide a slight giggle at her own words with the sleeve of her kimono. “Maybe another day. I’ll have you on paint yet. Though, do feel free to rest as you need, Girl.” Under the shade they would both be shielded from the unforgiving sun, and with the time they would be wise to collect their wits.

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Analyzing 2/2

The oasis waters brought her surface temperature down immediately cooling her flesh and hair where the heat clung to the most. The sensation felt like she was literally letting off steam as every second that passed she felt more and more like a cold, refreshing beverage. She stood idol in the waters as the occasional warm breeze was now welcomed as to her skin it felt frigid. Ei joined her by picking a date from one of the palm trees. Inari was relieved to know she was a laid back Jounin and wouldn't scold her for playing around too much. But often times Inari questioned what her true motive was. Was Ei really as laid back as Inari thought, or was this a facade she used to come off as comfortable to lure Inari into a false sense of security? Whilst enjoying her bath she turned her head back towards Ei who chewed on her date. When her mouth was clear she spoke.

Inari's fox ears pulled back as her brows furrowed. Now this girl wanted to draw her? Ei got an excuse the first time with the touching and invasion of personal privacy. Inari wrote it off as a cultural thing at best, but now it was clear as day that this girl wasn't normal. She was well aware that people like her existed. People who preferred life partners of the same sex. Inari didn't care who people chose to love, but she did prefer personal space. And this girl was coming on way too strong considering she was a Jounin who was supposed to be the more professional out of the two. "Pervert..." Inari mumbled beneath her breath. Inari wanted to spend more time in the waters but that was no longer on the table for her. Emerging from the pool she stepped into her geta fixing them on both feet.

The water dropped off her cotton clothes and body letting the arid air dry her. "Dare I ask what we were here for again? Crimson something?" Inari had a hard time remembering the name of the herb they needed to find and was partially reluctant to ask Ei lest she suffer another attempt at the girl trying to swoon her. Inari paced over to the low hanging fruit and picked a handful of dates bringing them up to her nose and giving a few whiffs. She wanted to ensure they were safe and not already rotted before popping one in her mouth. They were ripe as her teeth chewed on what could almost be confused with a caramel candy. The sugar revitalized her and after the short snack she was ready to get back to work.

She would raise an eyebrow at the mumbling of the foxgirl in the waters. The manner in which she grumbled that, together with her retreat from the oasis, seemed to indicate that she had gotten the wrong idea about Ei’s intentions. Ei was just someone who could appreciate beauty, wherever it came. It was just impossible to not recognize the beauty that was right in front of her right now. There was nothing inherently sexual about it. At least… That was what Ei told herself. She had painted plenty of nude forms of women in the past, but that was just what artists did. The female form was widely recognized as being beautiful. That was all it was.

And the pornography was just because she needed to eat. Nothing else sold better than that. Artists had to eat too. There was nothing sexual about it. She would wipe those thoughts from her head, with a loud sigh escaping from her lips.

“Crimson Orchid. Useful in a variety of medical and chemical compounds.” She would recite from the mission document. Ei’s hand would retreat down into the folds of her kimono and when it returned she would be holding a red sakazuki, a flat saucer-like cup. It would be filled nearly to the brim with a colorless liquid, of which Ei would bring to her lips and take a sip of. Sake. Perhaps the girl would be able to smell it from her distance away, but Ei made no attempt to hide it. How exactly she had retrieved it from the inside of her kimono though was another thing, and something of a mystery. “Feel free to start the search as you please, or continue to idle. As much as they might say about the dangers of the night I would prefer leaving without the heat of the sun bearing down on us.”

When the word 'orchid' was mentioned her knowledge of the herb was restored. She wasn't a dimwit, but the sun had effects on her memory after hiking for so many hours. Inari stood in the shade staring aimlessly at the horizon above the oasis. There was something beautiful about the desert to her. The humming of the locus and the wavy air in the horizon. It set the mood with the sugar dates she had to snack on. She almost wanted to nap before she heard a cork. The sound caused her ears to erect.

The warm air helped lift the aroma of the sake the girl was drinking. It was sour and sweet giving off strong plum notes. A couple audible whiffs caused Inari's tail to begin wagging. Inari turned her head to Ei, who had just poured herself a cup. But Inari wasn't after a sip or even a cup of her own. She wanted the bottle. She trotted towards Ei away from the shore of the oasis dropping the remaining few dates she had in her hand onto the floor. "Gimmie gimmie gimmie!" In such close proximity to her she'd make an attempt to grab the bottle from her hand, if it was still there. If Ei had corked it and stashed it back in her kimono Inari had no qualms with digging for treasure. Being that case she would shoot both hands inside her clothes and begin rummaging through to find where the bottle was.

If Inari was successful in grabbing the bottle she'd turn in to the heaven after plugging her piehole with the neck of the bottle. After each bubble from the bottle the liquid would slowly be displaced with air, Inari showing no restraint when around liquor, no matter how poor the quality was.

While perhaps drinking in the middle of a mission was a poor idea, it had been a habit of Ei’s for a long time. Habits were hard to break. Especially habits like this, and so far nobody has made a federal case about it, so why change? Especially on missions like this. Missions where you brought a Genin out to an oasis to pick some special flowers were the best times to drink. Of course, Ei had to be classy about it. No getting overly intoxicated. Not only would it set a bad example, it would also make her look like a bumbling fool. A rather inelegant reputation for a lady to have, and Ei thought of herself especially as an elegant lady.

A bit of that elegence would melt away as the fox girl, the one who had just previously accused her of being a pervert, would trot over and start aggressively digging through her kimono. It was an aggressively strange juxtaposition, happening right after Ei dismissed any questions over her sexuality. She would jerk backwards, nearly spilling the sake that was in the dish balanced in her palm, although the foxgirl would press forward with her. “What are you doing? W-What? W--” Her voice would crack in the surprise, sending a few cracks through her facade as an elegant and perfect traditional woman. The bottle was hidden deep in the folds of her kimono, and through an initial pat down Inari would have been able to feel it. It was surprising how Ei was able to keep it hidden inside her kimono like that, but it was a skill that she had developed after years of practice. The ‘digging for treasure’ would eventually release it into Inari’s hands, with the only casualty being that she pulled off Ei’s kimono in the process. Her obi sash would be sent down to the floor, and the collar of her kimono would slide down to her shoulders. It would nearly leave her top exposed, and only through a quick-witted grasping of fabric would Ei be able to preserve her modesty. “What? W-Why did you…!?”

She would see the little foxgirl chugging at her bottle of plum sake. It was a cheap bottle, something she could easily afford with her painting money, but at the same time Inari seemed to be drinking it as if she were the thirstiest girl in the desert. The sheer audacity of the situation would shock Ei. Even if it was cheap it was her liquor in that bottle, and she intended to be the one to drink it. With a swift arm Ei would snatch the bottle back out of Inari’s piehole, pulling it by the neck out of her grip while she was distracted. As if to make a point she would do the same, bringing it up to her lips to do the same. If this girl was going to steal it, Ei would be forced to just drink all of it before she could do so.

The dates and water from earlier were a treat, but it was nothing compared to fermented plum wine. As it touched her tongue she saliva glads responded with a tight, almost numbing sensation responding to the very sweet and sour liquor. It was the perfect balance with strong plum notes. It was like she was drinking pure energy. Ei's response to the grabbing would be muted out as she enjoyed the sake for as long as she could. Inari was surprised she got that far without any swinging from Ei. She even managed to get a few mouthfuls in. Four gulps, five gulps, six gulps, and then her fun ended. Inari wasn't paying attention and when she saw Ei's hand it was too late. She snagged the neck of the bottle before she moved away and yanked the bottle from her lips. A solid pop could be heard with a few drops of the sake running down her chin and dripping on the top of her bosom. And talking about bosoms...

Inari turned Ei, which was the only natural reaction after what had just happened, and boy was she concealing a hidden power. Perhaps it was because Ei wore her kimono in a more traditional manner which helped compress some parts of her body. But from what Inari could see the woman had an immaculate bust that threatened Inari's own. Inari was unsure if it was the influence of several servings of alcohol hitting her bloodstream at once but Ei looked more...interesting than she did before. She seems a lot more womanly and less uptight as she vigorously chugged the bottle of sake staring at Inari with dead fish eyes, her hair unkempt and clothes tattered. The fox's tail would wag involuntarily as she reached back to grab it and hide her feelings.

The fox looked away to occupy her mind elsewhere. She looked at the dates she dropped earlier. Those were interesting. A couple gnats decided to pick at them during her momentary distraction with the sake. Oh yeah, that's right! Crimson Orchid! They were still on a mission.

Inari didn't bother getting back at Ei yet. Her guard was probably up and would likely end in Inari's failure if she tried to confront her directly. No, Inari was a lot more cunning than that. She wanted to get Ei back when she would least expect it. And over a six hour hike, there were plenty of those opportunities. Inari scurried off and started marching around the perimeter of the oasis. The plant had to grow where moisture was, so along the banks of the oasis was probably her best bet. She'd find a patch of dense vegetation before getting on her knees and foraging through the other plants to find something related to what they were looking for. An orchid was a flower, so finding red petals wouldn't be too difficult. She stayed on all fours prowling the plants in the area to find what she was looking for.

The last few bubbles of liquid in the bottle would be replaced with air. Ei had drank the entire thing. Once her lips would hit the dry air the bottle would be pulled back, and the releasing of the suction would let out an audible pop into the air, just as it had when Ei yanked it out of the grasp of Inari’s lips. A deep sigh would escape from her immediately after, and with it all the tension in the woman would disperse. Although the bottle hadn’t been nearly full when she started drinking it was still an absolutely excessive amount of alcohol to be drinking, especially to just chug down all at once in that manner. From the subtle pinkness that tinged her cheeks it was clear now to see the effect that it had on the woman, although the steadiness that she maintained in her stance indicated that this wasn’t the first time that she had done such a thing.

The sudden heat that radiated out of her core would luckily be mitigated by the fact that her kimono had nearly slid off. Much of her chest was now exposed, although she maintained enough cloth covering her to not expose anything inappropriate. Just a healthy amount of cleavage. She would glance down at herself for a moment, her eyes fixated on skin of her chest. It was easily to come to the conclusion that showing a bit of skin here was harmless, especially with how hot it was now. She wouldn’t want to be sweating in her kimono or anything, and so keeping it loose like this would be fine to let out some steam.

“That’s better…” She would let out. Licking the inside of her mouth she found it still tasted pleasantly like plum, as if the sake had stained it with that flavor. “Now where have you gone, my precious little flower?” There was a bit of a sing-song quality to her voice now that hadn’t been present before. Glancing around, she would find that she was unfortunately fox-less. It was a shame. All those thoughts about studying the girl’s teeth earlier had suddenly come back for her, and Ei was more interested in ever than seeing the inside of her mouth. She had allowed herself to become distracted by the sake, taking her eyes off the girl in her last few moments of drinking.

Unfortunately this would be a problem. Letting a fresh genin out of her sight while on a mission would… well, it wouldn’t reflect well on her. She couldn’t very well leave without her either. With a slight huff she would begin into the oasis, looking for the stray fox. The empty bottle of sake would be kept clutched in her hand, dragged limply as she began her search.

There was something about Ei that Inari couldn't quite put her finger on. She tolerated Inari's behavior where most people would have retaliated much worse. But at the same time she didn't. When Ei snagged the bottle back she made every effort to rub its glory in her face. As she finished her last drop she mimicked the sound Inari made when she initially snagged the bottle from her mouth. It was game time for her. Ei had made it abundantly clear to her that this was a fight for dominance, a game frequently played by wild animals. Inari knew what buttons to press in order to trigger Ei. The fox successfully got out of Ei's sight, and although she couldn't see her Inari could certainly smell her. She could smell the alcohol evaporating from her breath being a constant remainder of Inari's failures and what she was missing out on. What made matters worse was that she was at least six hours away from a drink or tasty meal. It's like Ei was teasing her purposely. But that would soon be her own demise.

Inari skulked low behind the vegetation using it as cover as Ei sought out her partner. The artist's search would be doomed for failure as Inari purposely avoided discovery while getting closer with each passing moment. She was a sly fox darting from cover to cover on all fours keeping the sound she produced at a minimum. The ambient buzzing from small insects and churning water from the oasis helped cover any small blunders that Ei would normally be able to pick up. Inari looped back around to where she started, which was now a little bit behind Ei's current location.

The greedy girl still hold the bottle in her hand despite being empty being a constant reminder of Inari's failures. But the vixen would soon have her revenge as her eyes narrowed in on her target. Wiggling her butt getting ready to pounce she sprung forward at the blackberry.

A loud, satisfying crunch echoed from Inari's mouth as a rather large mouthful of Ei's buttock was in clamped between her teeth. Ei would experience an intense pinching sensation from her buns, but fortunately there was no blood drawn as Inari did not intend to break her skin. The experience would be highly uncomfortably bordering painful. Inari got a mouthful of silk from her kimono, but through her bite she could appreciate the voluptuous figure of the Jounin female. She held the bite for three seconds before letting go and standing on both feet. "Bleh! This tastes nothing like the plum wine!" Inari trotted over to the oasis and would kneel on all fours sticking her lips to the water's surface and sucking in loads of refreshing, pure spring water. What a bummer.

She had lost her gaze on the girl completely, and this was something her search was doing no good in remedying. In her dazed state the possibility of losing her cute little fox out in this oasis struck her as a very real possibility. Perhaps this was an idea that would throw a lesser woman into a state of panic, but Ei continued to radiate an aura of confidence. She had already made an analysis of Inari’s character. She knew what was inside that fox. Inari was a sticky girl, just like a dango. Soft and sweet, it would be necessary to spear her through in order to handle her without making a mess of your hands. Then Ei would be able to squeeze her and pull her apart at her leisure. Little Fox had likely lost her attention on the alcohol once Ei had successfully stolen it back. There was no doubt now that she had gone off in search of something else sweet to suckle on. Whether it be dates or some other honey would be irrelevant. Just as Inari had grown bored the first time and wandered off so would she again. It would only be a matter of time before Ei found her then. There was only so much of interest in the Miracle Oasis, after all.

However, this came much sooner than she thought it would. She had not considered the vixen would double around, having never truly lost interest in the woman. Foxes were cunning, and this was something Ei had failed to take into account. Her arrogance resulted in Inari sneaking right into her hen house. She hadn’t seen or heard the springing pounce, and even if she had-- It coming right towards her rear end would have flabbergasted her to the point of still shock. Before the artist could react one of her lower cheeks would be clamped tight between Inari’s teeth. It was something of a dramatic moment of irony, especially after Ei desiring so much to study the girl’s teeth. In a way, this could perhaps be construed as Ei having her wish come true. The only thing she would be able to study of Inari’s teeth though would be the imprints they left on her skin.

Ei would scream. Who wouldn’t? She let out a cry both from the surprise and the uncomfortable pain that came involved. Once Inari let go Ei would jump forward, hands instinctively reaching to cover her own rear. The sore skin would be gently brushed against through the silk of her kimono, a sensation that would agitate the still stinging flesh. She would hiss. Her eyes would follow the trotting of the girl again, kneeling down to suckle against the oasis’s springs after spouting off some nonsense about plum wine. Her eyes would narrow, reducing to slits. Having had control wrested from her hands twice now in mere moments, Ei determined that this naughty little fox needed some punishment time.

A single arm would be raised towards the girl on all fours. The sleeve of her kimono hung down, a dark shadow obscuring its interior. With her shoulders and much of her chest exposed from the drooping of her kimono, the sleeve would extend past her hand, drooping over even her fingertips as if she were wearing something oversized. This wouldn’t last for long. Eight tendrils would seep out, stretching from the darkness that was contained inside her kimono. Octopus. Rather than dango, she would seek to make takoyaki out of the foxgirl now. From behind they would grasp out to the still slurping girl, only for all eight to grasp around her figure. Squirming into tight loops around whatever could be held onto, Ei would take a firm hold of the woman and then reel her back. She would be pulled, constructed, and raised off the ground. The tentacles were each about as thick as Ei’s forearm, and had a surprising amount of coordination and strength. Enough so that the eight of them together could easily lift a woman of Inari’s size.

“Doesn’t taste like plum wine, you say?”

Ei, with her slitted narrowed eyes, would pierce into Inari’s soul with a single gaze. The bottle she had emptied initially would be dropped, bouncing off the soft ground once before rolling off in a semicircle. The hand that had been holding it would search back into her kimono, digging around for a moment, before pulling back out with another. That she had produced not just one, but two bottles of plum sake from her kimono might have appeared as some sort of supernatural act of mystery to an onlooker, but the truth was simply that Ei kept small seals inside her outfits that allowed her to be well stocked. Unlike the other bottle though this one would be fresh. A firm pressure would be placed against the cork with her thumb, and through a creative application of the supernatural walking practice technique she would pry the cork out with a satisfying pop. The cork would fall off to the ground as well, another shameless display of littering.

“It is poor etiquette to drink alone.” She was grinning something devilish, the bottle held by the neck. With Inari caught on her line, she would slowly reel the girl in. Closer and closer. “It would only be good manners for me to give your eager lips a taste then, would it not?”

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Ei's Stuff:

Inari funneled in water to compensate for her lack of satisfying drink. She wasn't a huge fan of water, preferring any sort of specialty drink from tea to liquor to quench her thirst. But the fox was unwise to leave her back turned for a moment. Ei didn't seem like the type to retaliate with the manner she did. Inari would be unaware until the last moment she hear the mucus-like appendages twist and turn as they ravaged her body. She'd spit out her mouthful of water and choke on the droplets as she shrieked in terror. She was expecting a bottle to be thrown or to be shoved into the oasis. Instead she found herself bound by several live tentacles, their suction cups giving her hundreds of kisses against her skin. Inari squirmed and cried out to try and break free but the collective strength of the technique easily overpowered the woman's fairly average strength. She stopped struggling as she discovered the harder she moved the much more intense the tentacle's grip got, which inevitably caused the suction cups to dilate to compensate.

She learned to remain still and submit to the tendrils awaiting her fate as she was reeled in towards the blackberry. Inari had trouble reading her motive. She seemed serious in a non-serious manner. Normally people would respond with fury and shouting if they were truly mad. But there was a sense of passive aggression with this one which was made apparent by her sharp gaze. What Inari was expecting was a stern lecture about biting people or stealing their food, which was something she prepared herself for mentally. When Ei first spoke it caused Inari's nerves to run cold. It tasted a little salty...like sweat. I think I made a mistake! Inari swallowed a hard lump of saliva when she saw Ei reach into her kimono pulling two additional bottles. It all made sense now. Being up close she could appreciate how stack the blackberry was. It explained how she was able to fish out an infinite supply of wine.

Ei prepped the bottles by removing the corks, and to Inari's dismay she was already full of water. She was unsure if she would be able to handle a regular drink in itself, but forcing TWO bottles at once? It was practically suicide. The fox's mind raced trying to get out of this pinch. She would have to appeal to her opponent somehow. Without her instrument that made matters significantly more difficult. "Oh, I didn't mean that! They are the juiciest and sweetest plums I ever bit into! You can make any man or woman happy with them! Wait..." She said quickly giving two audible whiffs of her nose. "I think I smell them now. Like, sweet, tasty plums. You have the best plums ever." Inari's body tensed up glancing from Ei and back to the wine. Normally this wouldn't be a problem if she hadn't already filled herself up prior.

It would be too late for the fox to talk her way out of things. The fact that tentacles were now involved should have been a sign to Inari that this was the case, especially together with the two bottles of wine that had been produced. Though, it was a good attempt, and Ei had to at least give her credit for that. Flattery was always a good method of trying to get yourself out of trouble, especially when the flatter involved kind comments on a woman’s body. If Ei hadn’t just chugged an entire bottle of wine and had her ass bit by a naughty little fox she might have been able to be swayed, but at the moment all it did would amuse her. Her soul piercing gaze and thin, sadistic smile made it even more clear that she had no intent on relenting. Inari would receive her spanking, whether she wanted to or not.

The tentacles would pull the girl closer to Ei. Close enough that they could smell each other’s breath, and the scent of alcohol that emanated off of Ei’s exhales would be clear. What Inari said about being able to smell sweet, tasty plums came true, although not in the way she might have been thinking.


“It’s too late to resort to flattery now, little fox. You’ll be getting a taste of plum now, whether you like it or not. Bad girls do need to be punished, after all.”

The bottles would be held up, lifted over Inari’s head. Of course, Ei would run into a problem if the fox girl insisted on keeping her lips tight and shut, and so a precautionary method needed to be taken. That being more tentacles. From the sleeve of the arm holding the bottle would come another set of octopus tentacles, just as slimy and squirming as the ones that were wrapped tightly around Inari’s body. Rather than further restrain her body though, these tentacles would reach for her mouth and lips. If Inari wouldn’t cooperate with her punishment and allow Ei to pour the wine down her throat, Ei would ensure that the tentacles held her mouth and lips open. With this taken care of the two bottles would be tipped forward, and Ei would commence the funneling of the plum wine down the poor girl’s throat.

A good deal of it would spill onto her face, running down her chin and soaking into the clothing she was wearing, but the majority would be aimed true and fill her piehole. The air would be filled with the glug-glug-glug of the bottles running themselves dry, until they finally did and would be left empty. The two would be thrown aside once they finished being useful, clodding to the ground with empty thuds. Inari would be similarly let down, deposited onto her ass on the ground before Ei. The tentacles would retreat into her sleeves after this, and the black-haired woman would smugly look down at the fox at her feet.


“Well now, did you enjoy yourself? Tell me girl, what lesson did you learn?”

”Ei’s Stuff”:

The worst of the worst has happened. Inari was incapacitated and had to face judgement for her behavior. Even as the fox made pleads the blackberry was set on tormenting the girl. Seeing the bottles raise let Inari know the inevitable was coming, so she'd save her breath enjoying the last bit of air she had before the bottles were tipped. The liquid from both sake bottles cascaded down. Inari knew better than to resist knowing that the tentacles which ensnared her would get involved. Ei was not dull-minded and knew how to use her resources. Briefly though her head she was reminded of this exact scene being illustrated somewhere. A helpless woman consumed by a swarm of tentacles, though what happened after that was a lot more inappropriate. It was pornographic material she took a gander at during a distant visit to the adult store. The author of the lewd images finally came back to her. It was Ei.

Oh no.

Inari squirmed as she struggled for air, enjoying the "punishment" for the first moments until her stomach was full and most of it just drenched body. As much as she tried to turn her head to breathe and take a break from being waterboarded by the sake she was shifted back into its downpour. As the glugs became quieter and quieter she knew the bottles were running low. And finally, the liquid ceased. Being set down gently was almost a mockery following the suffering she went through. She'd lay motionless in the wet sand beneath her, Inari's body reeking of evaporating alcohol. She was sticky like a dango. Just as Ei fantasized. Inari stared at the horizon on her side. Her insides were nice and toasty and stomach full. Trying to eat or drink anything more at this point would probably force her to vomit. But it was clear that her stomach was saturated with cheap liquor and her body did everything it could to process it.

Within moments world started to spin around her as the effects of being drunk settled in. The head spinning, lack of balance, zero desire to move, and changed cognitive state. She was done for. The slimy sound of the tentacles retreating back into her sleeves caused Inari to flinch momentarily. Slowly rolling over onto her other side she raised her glassy eyes up at the dominant blackberry. Everything smelled and tasted like plum at this point. Inari was a fool. When being told if she learned her lesson she'd make her best effort to crawl over to Ei as close as she could to her rear. Wrapping her arms around Ei's legs she'd pull herself close to the girl and rub her cheek against the place she bit. "I learnt....to respect and appreciate beautiful plums when I see them." Turning her face forward she would nuzzle her face into Ei's hamburger. "And that I should ask, like a good foxy, before sharing drinks." But inevitably the bun-worshiping would come to an end as she lost balance and fell over.

Inari felt awful. As the liquor evaporated she was left all sticky and smelling slightly sour. She needed a bath. Baring her claws she'd dismantle her clothing from her own body letting the casual get-up fall around her. They, like Inari's body, were drenched in the unforgettable plum wine. Inari stumbled on both feet before cautiously making her way to the oasis. "I need to shower." She said, half-minded. Her body adapted to the oasis waters seeing as she was previously wet allowing her to steep down into the perfectly good drinking water. Sinking down to her neck, although it wasn't a hot spring, it had its benefits. The inebriated fox had completely forgotten her objective, and frankly was incapable of even completing the mission.

The crawling of the girl over to Ei after she had asked her if the lesson had been made clear initially made her wonder if the poor little fox wanted another demonstration. Ei would remain stoic though as Inari climbed up her legs, rubbing her cheek against the still somewhat sore place that she had earlier bit on Ei’s rear end. Even if this lewd nuzzling wasn’t really what Ei had in mind when she envisioned this going down, the fact that Inari seemed to have learned her lesson and vowed to be respectful was more than adequate for Ei to be pleased with how this turned out. With the foxgirl's face still in her butt, Ei would reach down to give an affectionate and gentle pat on her head. Good foxes would be rewarded, bad foxes would be punished. With a generous application of punishments when Inari was bad and positive reinforcement when she behaved, Ei was sure that she would have this fox domesticated in short order.

“Good girl.”

Inari would luckily collapse backwards before Ei had to remove her. Unfortunately, this was a sign that the mission would likely be over. An unfortunate consequence of the fact that Inari was now drunk beyond all belief and Ei was intoxicated as well. The shredding of Inari’s clothing, which left her exposed to the elements, would be another confirmation of this fact. A moment of clear judgement would pass through Ei, and she would wonder how she would be able to take this girl back into the city with here clothing torn as it was. Her leading a naked, intoxicated girl in through Sunagakure’s gates might be a bit … Well. That would be a problem she would deal with when it became more relevant. Instead she would settle on observing Inari as she made her way to the oasis, declaring her need to bathe. This had been something she had mentioned earlier as wanting to paint, but once again Ei unfortunate was without a canvas or brush.

What was fortunate though was her photographic memory. Watching Inari in the oasis, Ei would take a mental note of what she was seeing. This would be something she would paint later and sell commercially. While she was eager to watch Inari as she was for this purpose, there was also the simpler purpose of that she just needed to ensure that she didn’t end up drowning in the oasis as she was. This was a very real possibility with how intoxicated she was, and if it seemed as though it would happen Ei would just be forced to fish her out of the waters with another gratuitous application of tentacles.

A quick flash of Ei’s hands would result in the formation of a single hand seal, and then a Shadow Clone poofing into existence shortly afterwards. Equally important as making sure that Inari didn’t drown was actually completing the mission that they had come out here to do. Failing completely on something so simple would have been a bit embarrassing, and as such her clone would immediately set out to do the majority of the work in searching for the rare orchid they had set off to find. With that taken care of, the real Ei would be allowed to focus her attention again down on the poor little foxgirl.

“Wash yourself until you’re clean. It would be unfortunate to bring you back to Sunagakure as sticky as a dango. I can only imagine the looks that the guards would give you.” Even though it was exactly what Ei had wanted. She smiled at her success. Approaching the edge of the oasis’s waters, Ei would rest down by the waterside, watching the bathing fox from a distance.

Her clone would return eventually, having plucked the flower that she had been looking after. It was a good thing that Ei’s clone had been capable, as it seemed that Inari was officially out of commission, and the true Ei was forced to babysit her nearly unconscious body. Just to ensure that she didn’t drown in the oasis waters, at the very least, which was a true and real threat at the moment. With the amount of alcohol consumed by both of them this mission should have been considered a failure by all regards, but by some stroke of luck Ei had managed to salvage it. With the clone returning the flower to the true Ei, it would poof away moments later. Inspecting it, Ei would just take a few moments to confirm it was what they were looking for.

“Very well. It seems like we’ve been spared the majority of the work. Good thing for you, little fox.” She would regard the unconscious girl in the waters, who luckily still had her head above the waters. Reaching out to her, Ei would send another flurry of tentacles to the poor girl’s body. They would wrap around her again, restraining her. Seeing as how she was in no state to walk, this would be how Ei would carry her back to the village.

[Exit -> Suna Gates]