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From Episode U of "From Vulpitania With Love." (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18410748/) Carillion and her partner Mountjoy are walking in Leave It Town, and are being observed discreetly by the Master of Elfhame. Carillion's physical link with the Scuti Lord Mercaptan has been broken, but she is finding out what that creature has been up to while it/he controlled her:
For, coming out of the alley, was a sight to behold. Not necessarily the first fur, since he was dressed nattily in a suit, with bowler hat and umbrella. Say what you want about him, Mountjoy always did have taste in clothes.
As for his companion, that's something else altogether.
She wasn't naked, though it is entirely possible that she might well have preferred that status. Instead, Carillion was dressed in some sort of bustier that was coloured a violent pink, with black lace ruffles up top and below. These were accessorized with black fishnet stockings, some kind of lace collar about the neck, fingerless gloves...and, oh yes, a matching bit of small-clothes below. Topped off with feral ostrich feathers dyed black in her headfur, and boots laced up to the middle of her shin-bones, it made for quite a view.
[...]
"I suppose that's what that little horned idiot was thinking. Enables him to get away with his pious seelie act. I'll bet it was him that took my outfit off, too, the dirty-minded..."
"Actually, it was the vixen."
"What vixen?"
Evidently, this was the first serious conversation the two had had in the day or so since the incident.
"The one that punched you in the side of the head."
"Well, why would she do that? Or strip me?"
"I take it, from what I heard, she thought they were...um...well..."
Carillion stopped, and glared at her friend. "Fake?"
Mounjoy fiddled with his tie. "Rather."
The ocelot femme snarled, sprung her claws, and pointed at her bustier. "It's bad enough that I find out His Lordship evidently has a great appreciation for them, without finding out that others DON'T."
"Well," came the weak response, "I think they're nice..."
Even perched high above the two, I could hear Carillion count slowly to forty-five, flexing her fingers, before she finally grinned, with clenched teeth, at Mountjoy.
"How VERY nice of you to say so, my dear."
[...]
Carillion considered this, and face-pawed. "Oh, my life, you're right. The Ministry could put him ANYWHERE. We've got to get into the Ministry of Fun, NOW, before they ship His Lordship somewhere. And you KNOW how picky he is about his host or hostess."
"He liked you."
This earned Mountjoy an even stare, and a pointed look down at the femme's wardrobe.
"You don't say."
"That's very expensive, you know. He picked it out himself."
"What, you don't think I've looked in my bags? I had ONE working outfit. ONE. Every last other thing is nothing but silk and lace ruffles, and what I've got on is the only thing I've got that covers all of the essentials."
Mountjoy looked around. "Most of them."
"THANK YOU. Didn't you NOTICE anything? Other than, of course, the pattern of spots on my arse."
"It's not for me to question His Lordship's doings."
Art by
TechnicolorPie, inspired by 
marmelmm, using my characters.
Carillion and Mountjoy ©
EOCostello.
From Episode U of "From Vulpitania With Love." (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18410748/) Carillion and her partner Mountjoy are walking in Leave It Town, and are being observed discreetly by the Master of Elfhame. Carillion's physical link with the Scuti Lord Mercaptan has been broken, but she is finding out what that creature has been up to while it/he controlled her:
For, coming out of the alley, was a sight to behold. Not necessarily the first fur, since he was dressed nattily in a suit, with bowler hat and umbrella. Say what you want about him, Mountjoy always did have taste in clothes.
As for his companion, that's something else altogether.
She wasn't naked, though it is entirely possible that she might well have preferred that status. Instead, Carillion was dressed in some sort of bustier that was coloured a violent pink, with black lace ruffles up top and below. These were accessorized with black fishnet stockings, some kind of lace collar about the neck, fingerless gloves...and, oh yes, a matching bit of small-clothes below. Topped off with feral ostrich feathers dyed black in her headfur, and boots laced up to the middle of her shin-bones, it made for quite a view.
[...]
"I suppose that's what that little horned idiot was thinking. Enables him to get away with his pious seelie act. I'll bet it was him that took my outfit off, too, the dirty-minded..."
"Actually, it was the vixen."
"What vixen?"
Evidently, this was the first serious conversation the two had had in the day or so since the incident.
"The one that punched you in the side of the head."
"Well, why would she do that? Or strip me?"
"I take it, from what I heard, she thought they were...um...well..."
Carillion stopped, and glared at her friend. "Fake?"
Mounjoy fiddled with his tie. "Rather."
The ocelot femme snarled, sprung her claws, and pointed at her bustier. "It's bad enough that I find out His Lordship evidently has a great appreciation for them, without finding out that others DON'T."
"Well," came the weak response, "I think they're nice..."
Even perched high above the two, I could hear Carillion count slowly to forty-five, flexing her fingers, before she finally grinned, with clenched teeth, at Mountjoy.
"How VERY nice of you to say so, my dear."
[...]
Carillion considered this, and face-pawed. "Oh, my life, you're right. The Ministry could put him ANYWHERE. We've got to get into the Ministry of Fun, NOW, before they ship His Lordship somewhere. And you KNOW how picky he is about his host or hostess."
"He liked you."
This earned Mountjoy an even stare, and a pointed look down at the femme's wardrobe.
"You don't say."
"That's very expensive, you know. He picked it out himself."
"What, you don't think I've looked in my bags? I had ONE working outfit. ONE. Every last other thing is nothing but silk and lace ruffles, and what I've got on is the only thing I've got that covers all of the essentials."
Mountjoy looked around. "Most of them."
"THANK YOU. Didn't you NOTICE anything? Other than, of course, the pattern of spots on my arse."
"It's not for me to question His Lordship's doings."
Art by
TechnicolorPie, inspired by 
marmelmm, using my characters.Carillion and Mountjoy ©
EOCostello.
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