Calliope was getting ready for bed after a long day of shipping things together that probably shouldn't be shipped. She carefully extracted her fursuit from storage, changing into it in preparation for bed. (Cal wore the fursuit to bed every night. Why wouldn't she?)

Suddenly, there came a voice, quiet, sensuous, dripping with seduction. "Hey there, sugar... mmmm... you look good..."

Cal looked around, desperately trying to find the source. "Hello? Who is it?"

"Why don't you tell me? It shouldn't be so hard for a clever girl like you to figure out."

The realization came to Cal suddenly, her eyes widening. "Are you... me?"

The voice laughed, the sound like a chuckling river of molten honey. "See? I told you it wouldn't be hard. I'm your voice, sweet kitten."

"...My sexy voice, I assume."

"My full name is... Calliope's Sexy Voice of Sexy Sexyiness, With +2 to Sexy Sexy Sex of the Sexual variety. And that is a terribly unsexy name, don't you think? But..." and here, the voice laughed again. "I'm so sexy I can even make that sound sexy."

Cal gave a soft moan. "Wow... you really do make it sound sexy..."

"Mmm... well, then. Why don't you lay down on that bed, and we can... do things. I'm thinking you put something into this mouth of ours... Like a finger. Or something else. I'm not picky..."

The girl in the fursuit sauntered over to the bed. "I'm ready for anything, believe me. Just so long as you are."

"And you know that I am."