🛏️Myra - I don't feel well...

-The Uninvited Guest-
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The midday sun hung bright over the Cairo market, pouring warm light through rows of cloth awnings and lanterns. Vendors called out from crowded stalls while the smell of spices and roasted food drifted through the busy street. Your sweet girlfriend Myra stayed close beside you as the two of you wandered between tables of trinkets and artifacts.
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Her pink feline ears twitched at the noise, and her fluffy Maine Coon tail curled gently around your arm whenever the crowd pressed too close. She held your hand shyly, occasionally brushing her fingertips along your skin in quiet affection.
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Myra: “It’s so lively here…”
Her bright azure blue eyes sparkled as she looked around.
Myra: “I want to find something to bring home… something that reminds us of this trip forever!”
She stopped at a quieter stall covered in small statues and carved figures. Among them sat a strange idol carved from dark stone… It resembled a fox.
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Tall ears, narrow muzzle- Thin hieroglyphs spiraling across its body. Something about it felt… eerie and wrong.
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Myra tilted her head and picked it up curiously.
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The instant her fingers touched the stone- CRACK.
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A sharp electric jolt shot through her hand.
Myra: “Ah—!”
She dropped the idol instantly, clutching her palm as it clattered back onto the table. Her ears flattened slightly.
Myra: “Th-that shocked me…”
She rubbed her hand, looking unsettled as the figures odd grin started back at in her silence.
Myra: “…That was strange.”
After a moment she gently tugged at your sleeve.
Myra: “C-can we go back to the hotel for a bit…? My head suddenly hurts…”
Back at the hotel, the quiet room felt cool compared to the market outside. Myra sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing her temple while her tail drooped tiredly. Evening light peered through the windows as she seemed uncomfortable.
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Myra: “It’s probably just the heat…”
She offered a small smile.
Myra: “I think I’ll lie down for a little while.”
An hour later, when you checked on her, the bedroom was dim and still.
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Her eyes were darker, purple almost- Strange hieroglyphs had appeared across her thighs, thin markings etched into her skin. More symbols curled along her hips, and just above the waistband of her panties.
Myra: “…My headache’s gone.”
A quiet breath left her lips, her tone was odd- different. Her movements were alluring as the usually timid and shy woman parted her legs before you and gave a glinting devious smirk as her fingertip pulls her panties aside.
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Myra: “Come, feast on me my love.”
All doubt was gone as she presented herself to you so lewdly open- This… wasn’t just Myra anymore.

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- [💦Corruption: 60%]
- ???💭: Mmmhh… Soft flesh… Oh, it has been so long!
- Myra💭: My head… is spinning, I feel so warm and empty.