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Wendy blushed, giddy thrill tingling in the pit of her stomach as she stepped up to the exit of the buss in the more industrial part of town. The pretty young anthro vixen had been anticipating this for days, ever since she’d made the decision to throw caution, and propriety, to the wind and give this wild thing a try. There was the tiniest hint of a rubbery creak as she descended the steps, causing her to quicken her step and avoid eye contact with the driver, in case he’d heard

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

It
had been a trying few weeks for Wendy. It had begun when she met
Meeta, a cute little fairy who just happened to have her eyes on the
same fox as Wendy. The result, thanks to Meeta’s mystical
inclination, had been eight days tucked safely away in the fairy’s
womanhood. This was a shade inconvenient, but all things considered
it was rather enjoyable. Things went sharply downhill when Meeta,
with Wendy still trapped inside, was herself
swallowed down by a tiny ball of living rubber called a

An
anthro fox named Tammer walked in silent awe through a masterpiece of
gothic architecture. Huge, ornate arches held up vaulted ceiling
carved into the natural stone of the mountain. Towering statues
depicting fearsome demons and figures he could not identify stood
guard beside doors it would take five strong men to open. It was also
enormous. They had been walking for hours, and it may have been more
than a day since he had arrived. The time without sleep was beginning
weigh upon him.
“This

Wendy
breathed in and out steadily. Considering she’d been glued flat
against a wall by a layer of rubber for the last day, she’d learned
an awful lot. For one, she’d learned that if pressed she could
sleep upright while glued to a wall. She’d also learned that if she
slept with her mouth open, she tended to drool a great deal. That
meant she tended to swallow a great deal, which was problematic for
Meeta, who’d spent the day in her mouth… or rather, alternately
in her stomach and he

“Are
you done yet?” Meeta asked over her shoulder, fluttering in the
darkness with her arms crossed.
The
little fairy had been underground entirely too long, and it was
beginning to grate on her. Many of her friends and family absolutely
could not bear to be shut away from the open wind for any amount of
time, and she’d always wondered why. Now that she’d been trapped
in a seemingly endless network of caves and catacombs for what had be
several days. Of course, she couldn’t be sure ho

Meeta
the fairy fluttered back and forth anxiously. There were plenty of
reasons for her to be anxious. She was nude in what was either an
underground castle or an ancient and elaborate catacombs, for
starters. She'd also just barely avoided being crushed by a falling
cage. Fortunately the massive cage had landed neatly around her, and
though its walls were sturdy and nearly solid, it had a number of
fist-size holes, any one of which was more than large enough to
provide her with a means of esca

Wendy
held up her handiwork with a satisfied smile on her face. As a
stunningly gorgeous vixen she was quite accustomed to things dropping
right into her lap… in all senses of the phrase. Everything she’d
owned since she’d come of age had been given to her by prospective
suitors in hopes of spending a glorious night or two enjoying her
many assets and sampling her well-honed sexual prowess. The last
skill she’d developed before she’d ripened into an object of
desire for most men and a

By
the light of a dim fire, a breathtakingly beautiful vixen was
reclined upon a pile of gleaming gold coins and jewelry. Her shapely
and supple body was entirely bare, and her head was thrown back in
utter bliss. With her hair pooled atop a king’s ransom, she let her
fingers dance across her ample breasts. She was breathing in short,
fast breaths, her chest heaving and her hips squirming. Honey dripped
from her womanhood, speckling the bed of gold. The lips of her sex
were fluttering and part

Meeta
sloshed around in a warm bath, silky walls gently pressing and
churning against her naked flesh.
Normally ending up in a place like this would be horrifying. After
all, she was in the stomach of one of a fairy’s many
natural predators—in this case a vixen. Fortunately, Meeta and most
fairies like her had adjusted to the overabundance of natural
predators by putting her race’s innate mystical talents to good
use. A few magic words were all it took to ward off the effects of a
stomach�

Meeta
woke to a distant rumbling. She'd been very deeply asleep, and was
reluctant to pull herself out of bed. She'd never been so warm and
cozy in her life. It was like she was wrapped in two wonderfully
warm, downy soft pillows. Again she heard the rumble. Was it thunder?
If there was going to be a storm, she’d have to get up. Her little
house of leaves wouldn’t do much good against a thunderstorm
without some magical reinforcement.
She
opened her eyes and found herself in utter darkness.

A
fairy and a fox were making their way down a simple woodland path as
the sun was setting on a warm summer day. The fairy was Meeta, a
clever young female with a good head for magic who made her home in a
peach tree outside a wizard’s commune. The fox was Tammer, an
aspiring mage with a friendly demeanor and a monumental blind spot
regarding the amorous intentions of the women around him. It had
produced a bit of a dilemma when Meeta had decided that the two of
them would make a perfect pair,

It
was a warm day in the forest, the sun shining bright on the narrow,
delicate leaves of a peach tree. A small cluster of leaves had been
carefully arranged in the crook of the two main branches. To most,
the collection of leaves would have appeared to be just a haphazard
arrangement, but to a trained eye its true nature was clear. It was a
home, a simple tent of sorts built to keep the worst of the elements
from a single, sleepy resident who had called the tree home for
years. With a yawn and