Not even a second later, there was a loud knocking on the door, but Sakaali’s daughter was already off like a shot.
By the time Graham had got up from the sofa to get the door, Anippe’s paw was already on the door handle.
“You guys made it!” she yelled out excitedly as she threw open the door. A second later, she was tackled by the trio of young jinkos.
After witnessing a proud and boastful Anubis reduced to a meek, blushing, quivering mess by her husband’s assertive pampering, a Jinko personal trainer begins the mad dash home with some ideas of her own.
An Anubis and Jinko clash over their different parenting styles.
“Yes?”
“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”
“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.
“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.
“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”
“Really?”
“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.
I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.
“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”
“Oh?”
“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”
“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.
This earns a hearty chuckle from Rinaata.
“Is that what’s going on, Pumpkin princess?” I ask her sweetly as I stride across the room, stooping to give her a little kiss on the forehead.
However, instead of standing up right away, I playfully cock my ear as though I’m listening to something my baby daughter has to say.
“Oh? Really? Well….I’ll ask her, but…..”
“What?” Sakaali asks defensively.
“She says ‘Mama’s full of crap’….damn shame, her first words, too.”
The bigger Anubis playfully smacks me with her paw by way of response.
“She also says ‘You’re too old to geek out to some kid’s show’ and….oh yeah- ‘Stop hitting daddy’.”
“I…it’s not just a kid’s show.” she stammers defensively.
“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and….well….goes ‘quack quack’.”
“I grew up with this show, Graham.”
I shoot her a skeptical look.
“Really? How old were you when it came out…?”
She looks away from me before quietly murmuring.
“F-fifteen.”
I look around- surely it isn’t the redhead with patchwork skin on her face in the black and yellow jacket. She looks like she’s all business, and right now her business was babysitting this mysterious new guest and Smith. There was the other one off on the property somewhere that I caught a glimpse of on the way in.
As I turned to look around for her, I was aware of a darkness sweeping over me. It wasn’t a cloud- it was something else. Looking up, I briefly catch a silhouette of something with a distinctly feminine outline swooping down on me from above, a pair of outstretched feathery wings backlit by the glare of the sun.
An Angel?
Time stands still and that thought is quickly dispelled as something big whizzes by my head. Instinctively I raise my arm to shield my face, but the looming figure is gone just as quickly as she’s shown up.
And so is my Stetson.
I wheel around, not finding it on the ground right away. Still unsure of what’s going on, I see my hat being clutched in a pair of talons as a giant bird noiselessly flaps its wings over by Smith and the redhead. Only I can now see that its not a bird as the talons clutching my headgear hover a few inches off of the ground.
It’s a woman. A beautiful woman with feathery arms and a surprisingly voluptuous human figure whose legs tapered off to giant talons beneath the knees. The arms almost immediately taper off into almost surfboard-sized wings starting at the shoulder.
How can she fly with such a buxom figure? I thought harpies were supposed to be petite and slender for better flight efficiency. Her hair is platinum- almost white and she’s wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a light colored tank top with spaghetti straps seemingly struggling to contain a rather impressive bust. With a quick kick of her talons, my hat was now being held loosely in one of her wings- a small clawed hand barely visible among her plumage as she hovers next to Smith.
Save for a tiny disdainful smirk flashed my way, she shows next to no emotion as she alights next to the woman in the dark suit.
“Hanta- you seem to have a unique talent for angering my sister.”
“Yuki, I-”
Whatever I had to say, Yuki wasn’t quite ready to listen.
“You know what serpents do with sneaky little rats, don’t you?” she scowls.
Her miko’s top managed to slip a little further open.
“Well….at this point I’m hoping that it’s something that involves hand-holding and possibly other outward displays of affection.” I say.
She scowls a little.
“We wrap our bodies around those sneaky little rats nice and tight so that they have nowhere to go.” she says, coiling her lower body around me before gently running her fingers through my hair.
“Then…we cut off the air.” her hands were on the back of my head, gently guiding towards her ample bosom.
“For the record, turns out ‘bedding other youkai’ is a sport I wasn’t particularly good at.” I pout meekly with my face mere inches of the beautiful serpent girl’s bust.
“That’s it. Your are going to get such a smothering, my little sneaky rat!”