Miko and Mai

Miko
Miko's bust, by Moira
Creator	The Observer
Information
Full name	Mikoto Kurokawa (黒川 美琴)
Species	Kitsune
Gender	Female
Occupation	Shrine Maiden
Family	Mai (sister)
Relatives	Komari (great-great-grandmother) Nakano (cousin) Hitoshi (cousin) Kinu (sister-in-law)
Religion	Kerosite
Nationality	The Old Country

Mai
Mai's bust, by Moira.
Creator	The Observer
Information
Full name	Miyuki Kurokawa (黒川 美雪)
Species	Kitsune
Gender	Female
Occupation	Shrine Maiden
Family	Miko (sister)
Relatives	Komari (great-great-grandmother) Nakano (cousin) Hitoshi (cousin) Kinu (sister-in-law)
Religion	Kerosite
Nationality	The Old Country

"Well then! If'n yer our friend now, I guess ya can jus' call us Miko an' Mai. It's a whole right less o' a mouthful than Mikoto and Miyuki."

Friend? Whoa whoa whoa, maybe that's moving a bit too fast —

Purring, Miko slips behind the bench you've been sitting on and presses her prodigious boobs against the back of your head, a slice of marshmallow hell — or perhaps heaven — snuggling up against you while she cradles your chin in her arms. How… how does she move that quickly with tits that size? Even after having gone up against the orange-furred shrine maiden, it's still hard to believe.

"C'mon now, yer ain't half-bad lookin', and really handsome to boot. Ya sure ya don't wanna be friends after clearin' up that there ol' misunderstandin' we had back then?"

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Miko and Mai are twin shrine maidens who take care of the shrine to Keros within the heart of the Kurokawa kitsune den.

Appearance

Miko

There's only one word to describe Mikoto Kurokawa: big. Not so much tall — she's only slightly more so than the average kitsune woman — but she is wide. Oversexed to almost ridiculous proportions for a kitsune, Miko wields her body with all the finesse of a club, and much to the same effect. Her skin's without blemish, her deep orange hair and fur is rich and flowing, and her six white-tipped tails are immaculately brushed as they sway in her wake. Slitted, golden eyes play with mischief and energy above her prominent nose and full lips, the latter almost always parted in a cheeky smile; a closer look would reveal that her teeth aren't quite human all the time, but very slightly pointed with a vulpine bent to them. The more obviously vulpine part of her are the large, white-tipped ears that sit atop her head, bent forward slightly as if eager to face the world.

But Miko's face is the least prominent part of her body. Barely constrained by her shrine maiden's uniform and looking like they could burst out of the silken fabric at any moment, her breasts are massive for a kitsune, each one at least the size of her head. How they don't actually cause her any kind of back pain or get in her way is anyone's guess; if not for the fact that kitsune can't hold most artificial transformations, you might have suspected alchemy or magic at play here. Her hips are wide and blatant, enough that you could believe she wiggles all over the place because she has to, rather than choosing to; they push out against the skirts of her outfit, making no effort to hide her curvature even under the silken cloth.

Speaking of the outfit… it's certainly different than what one might expect of a junior priestess of any religion. Well, maybe the Mallachites, but even then Cait's passion priestess garb is enticing in a different way. Miko may not be the biggest of people compared to the natives of the Marches, but the sheer force of her personality and sexuality is palpable long before one even so much as approaches her personal space. Her clothing merely serves to accentuate that; you're pretty sure that while they're in the correct colours of red and white, traditional shrine maiden garb doesn't open at the front to expose her bare thighs and… uh, that bit in the middle that seriously suggests that she's not wearing any panties. Most of the material is tied in a lovely bow about her front, wrapped about her waist; below that are a pair of thigh-high white socks and fine straw slippers on her feet. Looking at them, you can't help but get the feeling that Miko pays a lot of attention to that portion of her thigh that's exposed between socks and skirts. The faint scent of floral and herbal perfume hangs around Miko, suffusing your mind with prurient thoughts and hungry desires the more you pay attention to it…

Completing the ensemble are a black choker about her neck and an ostentatious silken fan in her palm, complete with handles of black lacquered wood. As Miko watches you take in her beauty, transfixed, the shameless shrine maiden flutters both her eyes and her fan, her mischievous smile now gone fully predatory.

"Why, [pc.ra kitsune|m'[pc.mf|lord|lady]|[pc.name]. If'n ya wanna piece o' lil' ol' me… all ya gotta do is ask. If yer up f'r th' askin'… I'm up f'r th' takin'."

Y-you'll think about it…

Miko just hides her smile behind her fan and giggles, although you know she's anything but a shy, blushing maiden.

Mai

Miyuki Kurokawa is calm and poised, as always. Tall for a kitsune woman — which means below average by the standards of the Marches — the elder of the Kurokawa twins exudes an aura of refinement and mystery that clings to her as surely as the incense-like smell of winterstem that rises from her long-handled pipe. She keeps her six grey-furred tails close to her body, some loose and almost dragging on the floor, others held up high and almost at her shoulders. As she sees you taking her in, Mai nonchalantly draws a deep drag from her pipe and blows the smoke towards you with a small, placid smile.

Most of Mai's long, flowing hair is the colour of hot-burned ash, grey with a faint gleam to the strands; it's been gathered up in a bun, save for two tresses that fall over her shoulders and over her breastbone. A duo of golden hairpins keep the bun in place behind her delicately set pointed and triangular ears; even the fluff coming out of them has been neatly trimmed and tucked away. The one exposed eye of hers — the other being covered by a shock of hair hanging from her brow — is golden and slitted after usual kitsune fashion, darting here, there, anywhere but directly at you; her nose and mouth are small and delicate, closer to the kitsune ideal of feminine refinement and beauty than her sister. She certainly knows how to make an outfit come together — Mai's shrine maiden uniform drapes over her full-figured form fancifully, a stream of red and white that starts at her upper arms and ends about her ankles. Her shoulders are exposed all the way to her upper arms and beginnings of her breasts; you're not exactly sure how her top manages to stay on like that without simply rolling off her arms, but such are the mysteries of these foxes.

While she's certainly not possessed of the raw sexuality her sister wields cheerfully and without restraint, Mai has a sharper-edged loveliness of her own; the comparison is much akin to a finely honed shiv as opposed to Miko's club. Her silken shrine maiden uniform's marginally less revealing than what you might have expected, and the bow securing her skirts is tied about her back; however, you're still painfully aware of the parting that goes all the way up her thigh and makes it clear that she's not wearing anything in the way of underclothes, either. The long white socks on her rise all the way to the middle of her thighs, and she's wearing a pair of decorated straw slippers. Completing the ensemble is a slender black choker about her neck, as well as the long-handled pipe that she carries around with her at all times; you don't think you've ever seen her without it lit and smoking, or at least not in an everyday setting like this. Sure, she probably isn't supposed to be smoking while on the job, but somehow you get the feeling that Mai doesn't really care…

"Ah, [pc.ra kitsune|m'[pc.mf|lord|lady]|[pc.name]. I've felt yer eyes on me f'r some time now… ain't no need to be ashamed. Wouldn't have had dolled myself up an' all if'n I didn't want to be watched, did I? If'n it'll encourage more folks to pay their respects to our divine lord on a regular basis… it's but a small price to pay, innit?"

You certainly can appreciate the effort.

"Psh. Ain't no problem f'r the likes of me — to be frank, I kinda like goin' through th' motions, makes me feel all nice and refined-like. If'n ya wanna have a closer look, though… all ya gotta do is ask. I can't grant no wishes if ya don't make them first, ya know?"

Wishes, she says. Judging by the way Mai's crooking the corner of her lips upwards as she takes another long draw from her pipe, you can guess what kind of wish she intends for you to make…

History/Personality/Information of Note

Miko and Mai were born as fraternal twins to a branch family of the Kurokawa clan, distantly descended from Komari herself. The birth itself was regarded as auspicious -- multiple kits at one go are exceedingly rare in kitsune -- but it soon became apparent within a few years that something was deeply wrong with the sisters. They would see and hear things that could not be perceived with the unaided senses, but the Kurokawa clan, being a priestly clan, knew full well existed. At the same time, the price of their gift soon manifested itself in opposing neuroses between the sisters; while Miko was exuberant and with an appetite to match, Mai was emotionally muted and had trouble feeling very much of anything at all, her mind shutting itself off to cope with the constant din through which she perceived the world. Unable to decide if the children were blessed or cursed, their parents decided to send the sisters across the ocean to their great-great-grandmother, who would not just keep them out of the public eye in the colonies but also help them cope with their rather unique condition.

(Tobs note: continue this tomorrow)

Art

Art by Moira

"G'mornin' t' ya, lovely. Ya look delicious today..."

"Whatever d'ya mean, gaijin-san? O' course this here is part an' parcel o' harai. Now lemme tie this here charm 'round yer cock an' let me suck out all th' evil influences..."