Baba Yaga
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 15, 2013
The rabbit had a nice enough upbringing. There was always food on the table, smiles on the faces of her parents. She had nice friends, an adoring family, and never had to really ask for what she wanted. She was not spoiled, but her innocent, tiny requests were almost always met before she could make them. Perhaps she had grown too used to getting what she wanted, and when charity ran out, Yoni had to learn other ways to get what she desired.
Her good looks oft came in handy. She was very easy on the eyes, her own, large pools of starlight that were hard to find your way through. She knew just how to smile so it was both innocent and inviting, sit and pose herself in all the right ways that kept her just out of reach. It was not much of a wonder she'd become a thief.
Yoni could have done so much more, and it was a thought that entered her head every once in a blue moon. However, when she saw the money she'd made, the material things she had gained, any guilt quickly went away. Perhaps she'd grown more selfish over the years, more uptight and snobbish. Yoni knew now that she deserved good things, and she knew what made the world turn. She would only be young and beautiful for so long, so Yoni might as well take advantage of it now.
Presently, she was doing just that. Usually Yoni would accept odd jobs from other questionable folk and, once the job was done, she would swindle them out of their cut of the deal, or simply kill them. Yoni was not a stranger to death. It was easy, albeit sometimes messy. The doe wasn't ultimately concerned; there was nothing that money couldn't buy.
Yoni watched as he went innocently down the path. God, he was massive. The lion stood a good two feet over her, if not more. At barely five feet tall, Yoni was quite short for a rabbit, her body rotund in all the right places. She used it to her advantage.
"Hey," Yoni said, her voice as soft as silk as she stepped out from the foliage and onto the dirt path. Under the warm light of the moon, Yoni's body was ethereal, especially being clad in a tight, lace dress. A thick ring of curls was moved away from her face, showing off her shy smile, the dip of her throat.
"What are you doing all alone, big guy?" Yoni had turned this svelte seduction into an art form. She didn't need to say much anymore. One look at those pretty eyes and most men wilted.