Lacking Modesty

Meeting the Misses

Stretched out on his bed, comfortable as he could be, was a fox. He was completely nude, golden hair hiding some of his back, and nine, fluffy tails twirled around the bed contently in gentle sweeps.

"Hello, Milo," Dracula chuckled, running long nails down the naked back to the base of the many tails fidgeting over his sheets before running it back up. "What brings you here?"

"Bored... lonely," he hummed, stretching up into the fingers, letting the nails cut his pale, painted skin before they healed. "Surely, Vladimir, you could entertain me?"

"No, I cannot. Not tonight." Milo peeks from where his head is resting on his arms, humming a concerned note. Bright, golden eyes and round pupils sharpened into pins as they looked Dracula up and down. He sat in his chair at his desk, the chair more facing the bed than the heavy desk covered in parchment.

Milo stood, letting his long hair flow around him as he settled into Dracula's lap, tails brushing against his arms lovingly and smiling softly despite the sharp look.

Pale skin, covered in tribal lines of crimson and a gold band reaching from his lower lip, down his throat, to circle his heart in a bullseye, pressed against the black cloth of Dracula's cloak. The gold dusting the tails shimmered, three red dots under his eyes wrinkling as he squinted.

"Vladimir," Milo said slowly, raising himself to his knees so he hovered above Dracula. "I, who have known you since your turning, am offering the body of what some consider a god, and you're turning me down? What has your mind, Vlad? Who?"

"She's still here, in the castle," the Lord of Vampires huffed. "Surely you can smell her with such a keen nose."

"I can. I was watching you," Milo breathed.

"Does she make you jealous, Milo?" He closed his eyes, listening to the rumbling of Milo's growl.

"Who needs your attention more than I?" he asked quietly, something dangerous in his tone. "I, who cradled you when your heart was freshly stopped, your blood still. Or... the human woman who knocked on your door with a knife, asking for knowledge?"

Dracula said nothing. He didn't need to. His old friend knew his answer.

Milo... laughed. A deep, rumbling noise in his chest escalated into chitters of light laughter.

"You, my Vladimir, are in love," he cooed, letting himself melt and shift. He grew a chest, his golden hair started to curl into rings. When he spoke next, his tones were bellish and light, cooing like a mother. "She has you wrapped around her finger! Lisa was her name?"

There was a knock before the door opened.

"Dracula, I was hoping to ask-" Lisa paused, looking them both up and down before going red. "I'm so sorry!" She went to close the door, but the beautiful woman with absolutely no clothes on let her lips pull into a half-black, golden-striped grin.

"No, no, join us, Lisa!" Milo hummed, pulling her in by her elbow. She had her hands over her eyes, her breathing labored in embarrassment as she tried to pull away.

"I really shouldn't, I have work to do-" she was cut off by Dracula's thundering chuckle, watching the two of them in amusement. "I'm glad you're enjoying this!"

"Come now, I'm clothed now. Surely that's better?" Lisa peeked through her fingers, sighing to find the woman in a large shirt that came down her thighs. She was sure it was one of the vampire's.

"Barely dressed. I thought you lived alone?"

"I do," Dracula rumbled, still amused as Milo plopped onto his lap sideways, curling up. He petted behind the tall, black-tipped ears on Milo's head, chuckling at the purr. "This is Milo, a fox spirit that drifts in and out of the castle at his pleasure."