Huzante would yawn.
Looking around and grumbles. Him an the travel partner 'yote he was
with were stuck on that damned bus for at least 5 hours already...an
there was still quite a way left. Heading somewhere towards a big
festival, possibly the big furcon coming up. Letting out a yawn again
and sinks into his seat, elbow accidentally nudging up to the large
'yote, Krasnya who sat near the window, the husky taking the aisle
seat. "Bleh, I hate buses." The husky would mutter quietly
alr

Arron smiles, he had a muscled arm wrapped around a lovely 'yote. As they entered a theater. The fox himself not minding at all that she was a herm, the two of them having been together for weeks and enjoying each others company every minute they were in their company. The vulpine chuckled softly and leaned in to nibble upon his lovely girlfriend's neck as they walked. After heading passed the ticket booth and the concession, having placed an order for a couple treats and drinks for the two of t

The catgirl plops down on her rump,
facing the chair-sitting 'yote, her feet teasing at what's beneath
the "skirt" and her arms splayed behind her to keep herself
sitting up.
Krasnya spreads her legs a little,
smirking as she bumps her hand under thsoe ankles, shaft slightly
pokin' out of her sheath. "Still watchin' this show, tho, so
feel free to take some initiative," she muses, tail giving a
little flip.
The roommate flattens her ears a
little in embarrassment over this w

'Becca seems she was a
designated driver, or at least had been until the friend she'd worked
her way down to the bar with had gotten herself coyote'd in the
parking lot. Wasn't really a busy night, though, the neon lamp on the
wall taking up the most of her attention, the thought of what had
happened to her friend leaving a little smirk on her face - and bulge
beneath the bartop, skirt tented lightly for sake of the bulging
jackal-shaft beneath it. Her outfit didn't hide much of anything, all
th

***
Belle is leaning against the bar looking back at the upscale party
sipping a small appletini cocktail. while hir jeans are still on the
fox's shirt is off showing off a blue bikini the same colour as her
fur. she looks over at the mess of Fur dancing to some sort of Bassy
techno music near the pool. it wasnt really her thing to dance. she
just liked the atmosphere to have an excuse to get out of her small
apartment. ***
***
Koiot casually slipped up beside the vixen so seated at the bar,
pr

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[1:34:56 PM] * Krasnya settles back in her chair, idly flipping her skirt back, flashing that flaccid sheath... And, no less, those thighs beset by that heavy pair below. "'Zat so?"
 
[1:37:11 PM] * Jake Niggins blinks once at the light 'show' that was given to him by that flash of skit flipping. It's unusual for the lady to flip the skirt! "Dat

Krasnya:
Sarah finished kicking off the last of her pants - it had been a long
day, and she was looking more
than forward to what she and her sister had planned, blushing with a
dumb smile as she thought about it to herself, leaning on the inside
wall just beside the bathroom door, her head leaning to the left
towards it. "Bra stuck again," she'd tease to the other
room, her tail bumping into the wall as the wolfess giggled,
completely free of clothing herself, arms crossed beneath her