Oh it had been a fun night.  She'd fucked the woman six ways to Sunday, plundered every hole she had several times... last round might have been too much, but her struggles and squeals had been rather fun.  And the smell, oh the smell!  The woman's musk was such a fine perfume for the whore of Shoni.  Seeing the woman do the 'walk of shame' back to her  bed (and Doxi made sure she got to her bed) with bowed legs and an unsteady gate was a source of pride for Doxi.<br/><br/>And then she was a sleep, her dreams filled with sex with MILFs and cougers... and then it was light, Doxi sitting up in bed and listening to her first mate.  They were almost there... damn... okay, had to get up.  Still, Doxi didn't want to get dressed yet... so she didn't.  Strapped on her magical equipment, her weapons, and the furry pseudo-sleeves and wrap about her waist that did nothing to hid her pussy.  Barefoot even, she rather liked the look... and adjusted her hair to be long and flowing on her 'normal' form, made her nipples nice and cutely small on her bosom which she firmed up, and then emphasized her toned muscles more ('specially those abs) while making her mound with a neat little landing strip and slightly fatter pussy-lips.  She'd get dressed before she got there, but with everything else she was fine to walk around for a bit.<br/><br/>"We're really hauling ass..." she noted then, hearing the engine, feeling the momentum as she hit the comm "Uh... we're<em>really</em>moving fast girl, everything alright?  Doesn't Janmorel only tell us to go this fast when there is an emergency?  They're not trapped fucking the daughter or something, are they?"<br/><br/>After yesterday she was going to check on this one...