Satsuki's Legacy

Yoka was in the back seat of a prius with Cynthia.

She reached over and patted Cynthia on the leg. She leaned in close, peering into Cynthia's eyes. Their mouths were only inches apart.

"Hey gurl," she said. "You know what's great to do in the back seat of someone else's car?"

Yoka cocked her head to one side. She closed her eyes and said, "MARCO."

"MARCO," Yoka yelled again.

She had her arms out and was blindly groping the air in front of her. She managed to grab the driver's shoulder and give it a squeeze.

"Damn girl, you think after that much time on the pole you'd have more muscular shoulders..." Yoka slid her hand down the driver's arm and then stopped. "oh. wait. this isn't her. MARCOOOO."

She reached about blindly, hiccuped, and giggled. Her tails were waggling behind her.

"Marco," YOka said. Her ears perked and her nose twitched, but she thought it might be cheating if she used her fox senses so she didn't. Yoka sighed and moved and then--YES. IT WAS CYNTHIA.

Yoka hugged Cynthia and said, "I'm so happy I found you."

This was good as they appeared to be at the grocery store. Yoka could not remember exactly what they were doing here. She thought it might have something to do with buying pomegranites for sex magic to dupe McBitchTits. She wondered if that was a fast food place.

Cynthia", she said, "How many plums are we buying?"

Yoka had no idea.

She pulled out her phone and plugged the ingredients into the shopping app, but was delighted when pomegrainte pies came up.

"We can just buy them," she said.

She couldn't remember why they were buying pies. OH! Right! To throw on Nanny McBitchtits. Was she even a nanny? with a magical umbrella? Yoka hoped it wasn't going to rain.

She turned to Cynthia and said, "We should get some snacks while we're here, too. Some high quality snacks. Like cheese puffs, but the name brand kind. They're super disgusting and I hate them. But we can get them. What do you want to get, Cynthia?"

"Oh, Oreos," Yoka said. "Good choice, matey."

She patted Cynthia on the butt and grabbed a shopping cart and entered the store. The first thing Yoka did was make a beeline for the snacks. She tossed in the oreos Cynthia had requested, a bag of cheesy poofs, and then moved on towards the fruits and vegetables. She grabbed at least fifteen pomegranites, and then an onion, too, just for good measure.

Yoka bumped her cart into things no less than fifteen times.

"Arrggg Cynthia," she said. She was limping. "we be needing more soy sauce arrrrrr."

She was a bad pirate.

"What else should we put into our cart?"