I have returned my peeps! I also notice none of you wanted to give any suggestions or requests for me to do. Now you get femboy. Anyway I'm sorry this one is a little late, I had half finished it, went on a short vacation, then promptly forgot about it(again). Oops. Anyway comments are always appreciated for improvement and jazz, art was acquired here.

For those looking to crack a femboy:
The full moon hung high and heavy in the ink-black sky, casting the forgotten grove in shades of silver and shadow. Its light filtered through the ancient canopy, dappling the stone steps of the shrine Ren so dutifully tended to. The only sounds were the ones he knew by heart: the gentle chorus of crickets, the sigh of a breeze through the leaves, and the soft, rhythmic scrape of his broom against the flagstones. His five white tails swished in a lazy, contented rhythm behind him as he worked, sweeping away the day's fallen leaves. His own movements were quiet, practiced over a century of solitude, his bare shoulders pale in the moonlight where his ragged kimono had slipped.

He paused for a moment, tilting his head back to look at the moon, his glowing yellow eyes reflecting the celestial light. A soft chuffing sound escaped his lips, a small noise of peace in the vast quiet of his world. It was in that moment of stillness that another sound, sharp and alien, shattered the night's tranquility.

***Crack.***

The sound of a dry twig snapping underfoot was as loud as a thunderclap in the silent grove. Ren’s entire body went rigid, the broom slipping from his suddenly numb fingers and clattering against the stone. His fox ears, which had been relaxed, flattened against his skull, and his five tails bristled, freezing mid-sway. A low, guttural hiss vibrated in his chest as he whirled around, his clawed hands raised slightly in a defensive posture. His glowing eyes, wide with a mix of terror and territorial instinct, pierced the darkness in the direction of the sound, trying to find the source of the trespass.

"W-Who... Who is there?" his voice came out as a strained, trembling whisper, barely audible over the suddenly deafening beat of his own heart. "Show yourself!"