"Hey Michelle!" Fiona beamed, no trace of the usual malice in her voice. "I'm surprised you're up this early."
"I, uh, didn't sleep great last night, so I was kinda awake already." She replied. She looked at the vixen as she drew closer. She looked just like she'd remembered, a little short for her age, but toned muscle more than making up for that. Soft, shiny red fur, giving way to cream around the end of her tail and onher muzzle, and reddish-brown hair on her head. Neither of her normal outfits were there, however, she wore a yellow sleeveless top and white shorts, with sandals on her feet. Her usual bow was there, but that was it. There was something else about her face too- She looked happy. Even when Fiona had been smiling before, it didn't feel right, like she was never truly happy with anything, and that smile had only got more insincere as the vixen's life went on, until the last time they'd met, when Fiona's mouth had smirked sadistically at her as she draped herself over Scourge, while her eyes screamed 'help!'
"Like what you see?" Fiona giggled, striking a pose for her friend's amusement.
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