Emerald: The Humble Home

Emerald: The Humble Home
By fastbreak333
Greg by devildukitzu

  As the sun is finally uncovered by a few clouds, the light shines into the window of a cozy home where somebody rests soundly in her room. As the pure white vixen feels the sunlight on her body, she starts to toss a bit in her bed for a few minutes. With some willpower, she finally wakes up and stretches her arms out as the blanket rolls off her body, revealing her fern green nightgown.

  Immediately, something was amiss with the sultry vixen as her neck seems to end with a fur-covered stump; her head was nowhere to be seen on the bed. She rubs her neck in confusion, but then jumps out of bed, remembering where she is. She walks over to the dresser with no problems, as if she memorized the layout of her room, and stands in front of her head. Her long raven hair is still nice and neat, but her eyes and maw are closed. She feels her head a bit and then immediately puts it on, her eyes blinking for a few seconds as she tilts her head back and forth.

  She looks at herself in the mirror, moving away a few strands of her hair, and smiles. It’s definitely much better to leave her head there instead of suffering the horrors of long, messy hair. As she stretches a bit in the mirror, her white tail flowing marvelously, the vixen realized that she feels a bit grimy and should shower. If she’s going to enjoy her day off, she should be clean first!

  As she sways her hips to the bathroom, she drops the nightgown in the hamper and stands in the bathtub. She closes the shower curtain and turns on the warm water. As she feels her fur getting warm and wet, she delightfully sighs as she grabs the hair shampoo, lathering her hands with it so she can get at her scalp. After that, she gets the fur shampoo, lathers again, and rubs it all over her body. Her breasts and booty bounce as she rubs at their undersides and she sways her hips a bit as she feels her sides.

  After five minutes of watery bliss, she steps out of the shower and grabs a towel. She wastes no time in drying herself roughly before she wraps the towel around her torso. She then obtains another towel and dries her black locks before wrapping it all up above her head. As she pats the wet cloth above her, she hears the phone ring. She walks out to grab it and puts it up to her ear as she returns to the bathroom.

  “Emerald speaking,” she says.
  “Emerald? It’s me,” says the voice. She immediately recognizes it, making her lips curl in a great smile.
  “Oh, it’s been a long time!” She replies, “I’m glad to hear from you again. What do you need?”

  As she puts on her eyeliner, holding the phone with her left shoulder, the voice asks her about the order of spare parts he requested three weeks ago. She puts on her lipstick, makes kissy faces, and then replies.

  “Yes, it just arrived yesterday, but it’s my day off today,” she says, “I can make an exception for you, of course! So that’s why I decided to have it mailed to my house. How soon can you come over?”

  “I’m in town at the moment,” he says, “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
  “Good!” She smiles, “Ciao!”
  “See ya!” He says before hanging up.

  As she finishes putting on her make-up, the vixen removes the towels and throws them in the hamper. She walks to the bedroom, detaching her arm on the way to get a suddenly infuriating itch between her shoulder blades. As she puts her arm back on, she grabs her favorite outfit: her shoulderless magenta sweater with matching collar and her blue jeans. As she puts on a fresh pair of undergarments, she wastes no time in donning her outfit, adjusting her sweater puppies to make sure they fit snugly with her top. As she looks at the mirror satisfied, she takes out her black, open-toed high heels and straps them on her feet. Some women seem to find them murderous to wear, but she personally loved them as she tended to strut on her toes out of habit.

  As she walks to the kitchen and pours herself some Special K, she wonders about her visitor for a while. Hopefully his show is still doing alright; hard times have made performers suddenly lose their cushy lifestyles and this is a guy that definitely doesn’t deserve that disaster. Taking one last bite of her cereal, the doorbell chimes. As she puts the bowl away, she jogs over to the living room, opening a closet and pulling out a cardboard box. She sets it down on the coffee table and walks over to the front door.

  She is greeted by a grey and dark yellow rabbit, wearing a dapper white tuxedo with six black buttons across his torso. He removes his white top hat out of courtesy and grabs the vixen’s hand, kissing it. She giggles and blushes a bit.

  “Oh Greg,” she says, “What will the neighbors think?”
  “I think I could care less,” he chuckles before letting go, “It’s been quite a while since I seen you, Esmeralda.”
  “And the same to you, Greg the Gross,” she nods.

  Greg is known as a macabre, yet entertaining magician; his popularity rivals Lucas Lanfield’s in the world of magic. His specialty is adding a gory effect to everything he does as he can will himself to bleed and show off his insides if the timing is right. Despite his act, he is a refined gentleman and a loyal husband.

  “So,” she says as she walks to the table, “How’s the act these days?”
  “Pretty good,” he replies, “My latest tour requires the same transparent sheets Gallagher uses for his watermelon smashing!”
  “Sounds bloody fantastic,” she giggles as she uses a box cutter.
  “Yeah, but at times it leaves me falling apart at the seams!” He adds, proving this by suddenly removing one of his ears.
  “Now now, no bleeding on the carpet!”
  “Oh I do apologize… I’ll just stick this back on.”

  They both exchange laughter as she finally opens the box, revealing just what Greg ordered: arms, legs, torsos, and ears that match his body fur and proportions perfectly. Specializing in spare body parts, Emerald is more than happy to help Greg with getting more pieces of his own self if he, say, wants to leave a spare arm behind to really reel in the audience. Greg beams as he closes the box.

  “Perfect as usual!” He says, “You do great work, Esmeralda.”
  “Thank you,” she curtsies, “If you have the time, will you join me for tea? I would love to hear about your adventures on the highway.”
  “I’d be glad to share,” he replies, setting his hat down on top of the box as he follows the strutting vixen to the kitchen, wondering if he should suggest chamomile or green tea.