Black Coffee

Chapter 2: The Feel of Fur

The next two weeks had gone by in a hazy flash. You allowed yourself to be swept away by mundane tasks and contract upkeep, the monotony keeping your mind distracted from the excitement of Alastor's return. You had completely forgotten about your encounter by the time you waltzed in to the Vee Tower lobby. You were reminded though when you heard the telltale sounds of yelling before even entering the room.

"That fucking freak is just trying to ruin my day! Did you fucking see what he did? That fucker is playing with my frequencies! I swear to fuck that bastard's gonna eat my shit-"

It would appear Vox hadn't taken kindly to some of his plans being foiled again. You weren't close with him like you were Velvette, but you felt that he would probably feel better after a good jerk session. He towed the line of hate and obsession with the radio demon. You weren't sure of their history, but it takes an awful lot of energy to hate someone.

You doubted Ozzie would condone creating a radio demon sex bot without said demons permission, but he'd make a fortune off of Vox alone should Alastor ever decide to expand his business. He certainly didn't need the money- he was a powerful overlord.

You couldn't fault Vox for his fixation; you'd be next in line, shelling out for premium features. But he seriously needed to examine himself, and come to terms that the radio demon wasn't into him. You doubted the man was attracted to anybody- you'd seen him with Rosie around Cannibal Town every so often over the decades and if he wasn't in to Rosie, you couldn't imagine him being attracted to anyone. If it were your choice, you'd lick the ground that woman glided on. However, you kept a very respectful distance- the beauty was known to permanently kill and devour her lovers. A beautiful preying mantis, ready for her next meal. Plus, you pretty much figured she was straight- you'd never seen her with any other gender, but you never know what sets ones sails to rising. You yourself never cared for gender- if the person was attractive to you and made you happy, that's what mattered.

"Is now a bad time Vel?"

An audible crack was heard as said demon turned towards your voice in relief. You thought her life would be far easier if she would drop her partners, but she seemed to thrive more under pressure and stress. And she genuinely seemed to care for the two other demons.

"Y/N, no sweetness. My flat-faced prince here is just being a piss baby" she waved a dismissive hand and came to hug you. "Feel up for some work?"

You nodded, returning the embrace with a smile. "Yeah, I've found my self with some free time and extra energy. And thank you so much for the titty tip! My tailbone is furrever grateful!"

Two groans sound off simultaneously as Velvette and Vox process your pun.

"God, you're so cringe sometimes" Velvette gives you a pity chuckle and grabs your tail to give it a reverent petting. You can't help the happy fox yelps that escape your throat and both Velvette and Vox coo at you in response. Vox seems to forget his anger to come give your ears a scritch and your heavy tail begins to wiggle in Velvette's arms.

"I wish I could have a cute little earth vixen. I caught some videos from up top and it was the cutest thing!" Vox said more to Velvette than anybody. It was just as well, you weren't used to Vox talking to you. He seemed to see you more as a cute pet than a person, which you were surprisingly okay with, because every time he ran into you he'd give you a genuine pet, no ulterior motives.

"Best not let Varky hear you say something like that" Velvette retorted with a sly grin.

At that Vox gives a genuine smile. "He knows he's the center of the universe; a little humility would do him some good."