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jeriendhalAli, still flexing her paws in frustration at both the mystery of Zaker and the loss of an opportunity to pound her more thoroughly, headed back to her room to shower and dress for the day. Stepping out to dress after blowing dry her fur, she found one the servants, what was her name? Nari, that was it, busily fitting fresh sheets to the bed.
“How did you get in here?” Ali snapped. “The door was locked.”
“I-I-I have House Staff level access, Miss Blacksailor,” Nari asked softly, backing up a step as Ali drew closer. “You didn’t set the privacy level on the lock to keep the servants out, and… and… you were in the shower and the bed needed to be made…”
“All right, all right. Just finish up and get out,” Ali interrupted. When Nari, head bowed, tail curling around her knees, didn’t move, she added, “What’s the matter? Look up at me.”
Still keeping her head down, Nari answered, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re naked.”
Ali just barely kept from rolling her eyes. “Fine then,” she said, and went into the bathroom. Well, while the servant vixen went about her business, Ali could take care of some of her own. She pressed her thumb pad to the lock on the wall cabinet, and it clicked open. Next she pulled out her medical analyzer, slipped a disposable needle into the thumb port, and pressed her left thumb tightly inside it. She withdrew it and watched the progress bar on the analyzer, as it looked over the sample, trying not to think of blood sacrifices from Foxen Prime's heathen periods. After a moment the analyzer let out a short beep, and the results popped on the the screen.
Cold and Dark, no wonder she'd been feeling so edgy, Ali thought to herself, looking at the chemical levels on the display. She pulled out the used needle from the analyzer and dropped it into a small sharps container in the cabinet, put the analyzer away, then opened up a small self-refrigerated box sitting on the bottom shelf.
The injection needle was disposable, and she pulled it from its sterilized paper sleeve and pushed it into the rubber top of the small bottle. Pulling back the stopper, she measured out the number of units carefully by eye, then set the bottle back in the fridge box. Then Ali took a deep breath, made a fist of her left paw, eyed the vein visible through the thin fur over her wrist, and jabbed the needle in.
Bliss.
She pulled the needle out and threw it into the sharps container, gripping the edge of the sunk as a wave of pleasure washed over her. It shouldn't feel this good.
“Miss Blacksailor, what are you doing?”
The blissful lassitude that had washed over her was instantly ripped away, as Ali whipped her head around to see Nari staring at her wide eyed at the bathroom door, which in her irritation Ali had forgotten to close. The serving girl took a step back as Ali advanced towards her, lips peeled back in a snarl.
“You saw nothing. This is my private business, and none of yours. You breathe a word of this anyone, especially Lady Sallivera, and I'll have your ears, you understand?”
“Y-yes, Miss Blacksailor,” the obviously terrorized serving girl stuttered.
“Now get out, and don't come into my room again without my explicit permission, got it?”
“Yes, ma'am!” Without waiting for dismissal, Nari fled Ali's room.
Fuck, Ali thought to herself, and began pulling on her clothes. Salli would be waiting for her.
“How did you get in here?” Ali snapped. “The door was locked.”
“I-I-I have House Staff level access, Miss Blacksailor,” Nari asked softly, backing up a step as Ali drew closer. “You didn’t set the privacy level on the lock to keep the servants out, and… and… you were in the shower and the bed needed to be made…”
“All right, all right. Just finish up and get out,” Ali interrupted. When Nari, head bowed, tail curling around her knees, didn’t move, she added, “What’s the matter? Look up at me.”
Still keeping her head down, Nari answered, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re naked.”
Ali just barely kept from rolling her eyes. “Fine then,” she said, and went into the bathroom. Well, while the servant vixen went about her business, Ali could take care of some of her own. She pressed her thumb pad to the lock on the wall cabinet, and it clicked open. Next she pulled out her medical analyzer, slipped a disposable needle into the thumb port, and pressed her left thumb tightly inside it. She withdrew it and watched the progress bar on the analyzer, as it looked over the sample, trying not to think of blood sacrifices from Foxen Prime's heathen periods. After a moment the analyzer let out a short beep, and the results popped on the the screen.
Cold and Dark, no wonder she'd been feeling so edgy, Ali thought to herself, looking at the chemical levels on the display. She pulled out the used needle from the analyzer and dropped it into a small sharps container in the cabinet, put the analyzer away, then opened up a small self-refrigerated box sitting on the bottom shelf.
The injection needle was disposable, and she pulled it from its sterilized paper sleeve and pushed it into the rubber top of the small bottle. Pulling back the stopper, she measured out the number of units carefully by eye, then set the bottle back in the fridge box. Then Ali took a deep breath, made a fist of her left paw, eyed the vein visible through the thin fur over her wrist, and jabbed the needle in.
Bliss.
She pulled the needle out and threw it into the sharps container, gripping the edge of the sunk as a wave of pleasure washed over her. It shouldn't feel this good.
“Miss Blacksailor, what are you doing?”
The blissful lassitude that had washed over her was instantly ripped away, as Ali whipped her head around to see Nari staring at her wide eyed at the bathroom door, which in her irritation Ali had forgotten to close. The serving girl took a step back as Ali advanced towards her, lips peeled back in a snarl.
“You saw nothing. This is my private business, and none of yours. You breathe a word of this anyone, especially Lady Sallivera, and I'll have your ears, you understand?”
“Y-yes, Miss Blacksailor,” the obviously terrorized serving girl stuttered.
“Now get out, and don't come into my room again without my explicit permission, got it?”
“Yes, ma'am!” Without waiting for dismissal, Nari fled Ali's room.
Fuck, Ali thought to herself, and began pulling on her clothes. Salli would be waiting for her.
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