DRACOMAZE
Brandie

Brandie
was a foxgirl, though not a kitsune like Bridgette had been. She was
a Vulpine, a separate race of anthro. She hadn't interacted with the
kitsune mostly because others often confused one for the other. In
fact Brandie's modeling career somewhat depended on that
misunderstanding. Kitsune were usually too..."noble" for
swimsuit modeling. Put Brandie and her 30Gs in your swimsuit, apply
some creative Photoshop and paychecks appeared like magic. Big
paychecks.

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Chloe

Chloe
was a skunkette who had everything, or at least appeared to. She was
the uncontested ruler of the Sinclair Corporation, had enormous
personal wealth, had been all around the world, had had many
lovers--both handsome and beautiful--and had a fine hourglass-shaped
figure that women might die for and men might kill for. All this and
she hadn't reached thirty yet.

Proportionally
Chloe looked like a low H-cup...had she been of average height. She
stood more than a

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Kana
Kana
was, at first glance, a typical tigress: Tall, powerfully built, and
formidable. It was a role Kana was used to, particularly among other
tiger-kin. Privately, though, she was considerably softer than she
let on. Behind the jeans and metal band t-shirts in her closet were
homemade dresses that ranged from finely feminine to almost girlish.
Not that she let many people see them, mind you. They were her
private pride, and she quite liked how she looked in them. Her H-cu

DRACOMAZE
Hanah
and Tabitha
Hannah
and Tabitha had arrived together. It had been a warm night so the
human and her lupine mentor were wearing shorts and t-shirts for
their walk to night class. This, naturally, set off a chorus of
catcalls and marriage proposals from the frat boys. Hannah had been a
little intimidated: Her E-cups had been trouble magnets all through
junior high and high school. Tabitha, with her fuller H-cups, had
laughed them off, a confident, reassuring presence.

DRACOMAZE
Heather
At
the moment the catgirl wished she had her habit rather than her
nightgown. She clasped her arms over her great, round breasts in an
attempt at modesty. Not that she needed to worry all that much. None
of the other girls displayed a similar...or even existent...degree of
modesty. If anything, the catgirl stood out because of it.
"Jeez,
hon," the virtually naked bunnygirl with the
bigger-than-her-head tits had said to her. "You act ashamed of
be

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Bridgette
Bridgette
was often called a "kitsune", but she and her people
preferred the term Inari. The word "kitsune" had certain
connotations that were often severely misleading and led to a lot of
misunderstandings and expectations. Such things weren't as common
these days but certain stereotypes remained. "Kitsune" were
often associated with nobility or mischief, sometimes both. Either
way, doing things like waitressing in a Hooters or doing
Strip-o-g

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Shari
Shari
was speaking to one of the other girl--some multi-tailed fox, it
looked like--and then suddenly she was in long hallway.
Her
turn.
The
hall would not have looked out of place in a fine manor or mansion.
Fine carpeting and wooden paneling ran the length of it with
completely generic landscape paintings alternating with brass-fitted
lights. This was not what Shari had expected. She wasn't sure what
she had expected: Maybe some kind of sci-fi UFO or

DRACOMAZE
Amber
When
she regained her senses, Amber Welch found herself in a long hallway
with doors and hallways branching off in all directions. It was a
strange mix of high-tech, old, and even ancient architecture. Stone
masonry framed metal portals and doors, while in other places
metallic walls rested on either side of a Roman arch.
Amber's
analytical mind struggled to find answers. Perhaps she was in some
kind of government or military base. Maybe the Chinese? She'd heard
that Communi

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Arrival
The
large room was populated by almost thirty lovely women, all of them
in various states of dress. Many of them looked like they had been
plucked right out of bed or off a beach, clad in nightgowns, teddies,
and swimsuits. A few wore shorts and shirts, while a couple were in
their underwear. Only one was what most might consider "fully
dressed", clad in a formal gown with a lot of cleavage--the sort
of thing one might wear to a movie premiere. Or a photo sess