1.7 - Pink Rising Sun

And returned to grooming his whiskers and fur with his tongue and paws.

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Foxophilia

Doing nothing, a droopy-eared drop out, a bent-whiskered waste: a tool.

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Dark Science

And his whiskers were lax with weariness. "poor thing," the cinnamon-furred squirrel said, with genuine empathy. she reached for her scanner. standing next to him (but not too close; whatever he had, it might be catching).

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Easing Into It

She squinted a bit, her whiskers giving a singular twitch. "i got my sources," the cinnamon-furred rabbit chuckled, chest still bare. putting emerson's birthday present aside.

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Hot Mess

Meadow, whiskers twitching, glanced at the screen. _what this mouse b cleaning like???_ "that's it?" meadow's whiskers twitched. "great, i was boosted by someone who doesn't know grammar." "look beneath it." meadow's blue eyes bulged.

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1.5 - Flared Embers

Chester, whiskers twitching, nodded and turned his attention back to the helm. "readying rear thrusters. impulse manifolds at forty percent." rella filtered to tactical.

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Briefing Day

Panting, exhales washing over each other's twitching whiskers, whiskers brushing, noses touching. lips back together, muzzles tilting as they kissed without a care on the floor of daisy's dimmed, private office. "mm.

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Driven to Thirst

Scratching ever-so-lightly, and raising her head a bit, her whiskers doing a singular twitch and her ears waggling as he, finally, began his suckling. "oh," she sighed.

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In the Meanwhile

Little drops of liquid glistened on his clear whiskers, which twitched, twitched, pussy-juice raining off. the snow rabbit writhed, now, mewing, antennae-ears waggling.

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Pure-Bred

whiskers twitching, and nose sniffing, and his long, pink tail snaking with utmost silence.

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Black Sheep Wall

Azure asked, his whiskers twitching. "i am a black sheep," assumpta replied, after a moment. she hung her head, slightly, closing her eyes.

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Waiting for Thunder

His whiskers twitched. "i'm weak," was his final statement. "you are not weak." emerson, not responding to that, turned his head a bit, nose sniffing. sniff-twitching.

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