Tammer
breathed a sigh of contentment as he relaxed in the massive tub of
the home he shared with his lovers. His contentment had a lot to do
with the fact after far too long, he had returned home to Wendy his
precious vixen and Meeta his darling fairy. It would be fair to say
that the rather lengthy love-making session he’d shared with them,
both before and after slipping into the tub, had helped to foster the
deep satisfaction he felt as well. He reveled in the warm, supple
weight of the vix

Sami
Sparks was laying in bed. The heat was unbearable, and the air
conditioner had malfunctioned. Her lovely roommate and partner Lexi
was beside her, similarly miserable in the oppressive heat. The clock
rolled over to two AM. Both of them had an early morning at Mad
Science Kink, the job had come to define both their work and their
play. If they didn’t get any sleep soon, there was sure to be a
mishap on the set. Granted, those tended to be fun, but there was
such a thing as taking pride in

Blue
sat at his desk, tinkering with a strange electronic device. He
wasn’t terribly well-versed in electronics, but this particular
device was something that really
needed fixing, and it was probably best that no one else knew that he
had it. Thus, his only option was to try to fix it himself. The thing
was an HDTF. And why he had it, as well as why he needed to fix it,
could both he answered by the peculiar bulge in his cheek.
He
was softly, thoughtfully sucking at something that, if one wer

“Look,
if you want to be the best, you’ve got to be ready to deal with
anything that comes along,” Zetta remarked.
The
lithe young vixen was holding a pistol-shaped device that looked a
bit like a children’s toy. It was stout and round, with a canister
filled with what might have been paint balls. She was addressing Ava,
her partner in crime who was an equally nimble and lean young racoon
woman. They were both in her back yard, where tall fences kept them
from prying eyes.
“I
know, but

Marlena
anxiously clutched the bag on her lap. This all seemed too good to be
true. She’d seen the testimonial with before and after footage, but
that sort of thing was simple enough to fake. Still, surely there was
something
to it.
“Marlena?”
called a woman clutching a clipboard.
“Uh,
yes! Here!” she said.
“We’re
ready for you. This way.”
She
stood and adjusted her shirt. She was perpetually convinced she could
feel it riding up, but it was usually just her anxiety about her
tum