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I woke with a start as my whole body was jumped into the air.

"I'm awake!" I yelled for no apparent reason.

"I know you are, though a few seconds ago, you were asleep in my bed," a deep but soothing voice responded.

After a few seconds of shaking off the sleep that still clung to me, I sat up. Sure enough, I was indeed in his bed, my London's bed.

I looked at that black wolf, who sat with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed, staring right back at me. I melted under that ice-blue stare.

I broke that gaze with that handsome beast, looking down at the bed I was still lying on. Sure enough, there were my drool stains on the white pillow case.

"S-Sorry," I stammered. Pathetically I murmured, "I must have dozed off."

"O.K." London said slowly, "But why in my bed?" The comment wasn't harsh, just questioning; curious.

I must admit, I'm not really a morning person... Fine! I'm not much of an afternoon person either! Happy?

Well, I really wasn't prepared to play 20 Questions so I did what I do best; change the subject.

"You're looking better," I attempted weakly.

"I guess. Don't feel it though. Still a bit tipsy," London said weekly.

"Do you remember what happened?" I asked, curious.

"Happened? I guess I got too drunk. Went to sleep on the couch. Still doesn't explain why you're still here. Usually you go home when I get drunk."

I wasn't sure if that comment was meant to be hurtful, but I quickly hid my concern with a quip, "Well, maybe you shouldn't get shit-faced so often."

"Hey. That's not fair," London sighed.

After a second, "I know, I'm sorry."

That was the truth. I'm not sure why I was being snotty. I knew he had had a tough childhood. His parents, both from Russia, emigrated here after learning his mother was pregnant. They had come with nothing, hoping they could live the "American Dream." Instead, they were soon forced into what could only be called a ghetto on the west side of the town. At that point, 20 years ago, some of the mills were still open. His father had died tragically in a fire at the mill he worked in. His mother, distraught, turned to alcohol, leaving London to fend for himself.

An only child, London had no support in his childhood. Around the age of 14, he turned to alcohol and other drugs. Just after his 15th birthday, he found his mother dead in the kitchen. Apparently she had drank too much and had fallen, hitting her head on the metal stove.

London never told me much more than this.

When I met him, he had pretty much stopped using drugs, however alcohol was one of the things he couldn't give up.

I never judged.

My own parents had died in a car accident, so I knew the pain. Luckily I was old enough to support myself.

London was forced into foster-care where he was moved around from family to family until he managed to liberate himself.

I'm not sure if it's his sad story or our shared pain that made me want to hug him and never let go.

London sighed again, putting his hand to his forehead, "It's ok."

He grinned. I grinned in return, then, remembering my plan, I quickly asked, "Do you know what time it is?"

London, having gotten dressed before dinner, looked down at a watch on his wrist.

I had given it to him as a gift on his last Birthday. He wore it religiously, only taking it off during showers, runs and swims.

"Shit," London said under his breath.

"What?" I asked.

"I have someone coming over in an hour."

"Oh?" I asked giddily.

Apparently we had slept right up to the point before my plan went into effect. What luck!

A bit groggy from being asleep for a couple of hours, I swung my legs over the side of the bed so that I was sitting side by side with London.

I was tempted to put my hand on his thigh, but you know the drill by now. I hope.

I smiled with my goofy grin, reassuring him that everything was perfectly normal. That finding your friend in your bed was just an ordinary occurrence. Nothing to worry about.

I stared into those ice-blue eyes. They were a bit blood shot and he seemed a bit distant, but I just assumed it was from still being tipsy.

I smiled even wider, realizing the fur on one side of his face was flattened from laying on the couch. I made a gesture towards my own face. I moment of confusion washed over him. But within only a moment he understood the gesture, licking his paw then wiping it on the flattened portion of his face.

He was so cute!

If only he knew, he could have me eating right out of his paw, begging like a puppy.

After a second of ruffing up his own fur, he asked, "Better?"

"Not quite," I responded, gently touching his cheek with my nimble fingers, slowly patting the now crazy hair into a more ordered manor.

Although focused on the task, I could feel his eyes staring at me. And his hot breath! It was but a couple inches from my neck.

I was pretty turned on. I was pretty sure I was tenting at this point. Luckily I had the blanket over myself, concealing it from sight.

When I finished, I gently removed my hand from his face, "Better," I said, getting up and turning quickly as to hide my poorly concealed member.

I waited till he got up too. We both walked downstairs.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, 1 step higher than I, so that we were looking each other in the eyes, which didn't often happen considering he was about 4 inches shorter than myself.

With my cute, manipulative grin, I asked, "Can I stay a little longer? You said this person's coming in an hour right?"

"Um. I guess you could stay for a bit and yes. But you have to leave at least half an hour before she arrives."

"She?" I asked teasingly.

"No, it's nothing like that. It's work related."

"Oh? Really? Is she buying a painting?" I looked around for it, adding emphasis at the painting free flat.

"Um. Sort of."

I made a teasing face, then turned swiftly, spinning my tail dramatically in London's face, then walked over to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked.

"No. Just need to make a quick call is all," I said honestly.

Within a few minutes, I entered back into the flat. I stalled for a little while longer. I could tell London was getting more antsy as the minutes ticked away.

London had one of those grandfather clocks which ticked every second. It must have been agony waiting for me to leave. Oh how I love watching him squirm!

After about 10 minutes, he began to pace back and forth.

I, in the meantime, was calmly chilling on the couch.

Suddenly, a knocking emanated from the one door to the flat.

Confused, London slowly drifted over to the door, curious as he opened it.

From my seat, I could see the shock register on his face. From behind, I had the most wicked grin on my face.

"Oh! Y-You!" London stammered.

"Yes dear, who else would it be?" the voice responded slightly shrilly.

London backed away from the door as the female walked in, swaying her hips from side to side, attractively.

I got up from my comfy seat. London's body heat remained from when he was asleep, making the couch quite cozy.

Walking over to the door, I smiled at the newcomer, a dainty white bunny. She. Was. Gorgeous. If I was straight I would have most definitely pursued this little bunny.

I held out my hand casually, winking in the process.

London, who was still at the door, had his head in his hands.

Pretending not to see London's distress, I spoke, "Nice to meet you, you must be London's friend he was telling me all about. My name's Ian."

The bunny girl gave a knowing smile of approval, tilting her head slightly sideways. "Darlin', it's so nice to meetch ya'." She put down a box she was caring in one hand.

She had a heavy city accent, which London had once told me annoyed him. I didn't mind it too much.

"My name's Rosie," she said smiling.

Looking around, she gave a quizzical look of disapproval, "London, dear, where's the photographa?"

London, snapping out of his daze, walked up to the bunny, "Rosie!" he said scolding, "You're early! The photographer's not coming for another half an hour."

"Photographer?" I asked with as much honesty as I could muster.

"Oh yes, dear, there's supposed to be a photographa here, ya' see?"

"For what?" I asked nicely.

"Oh, you know silly, for the pictchas."

In my teasing voice, I walked over to London, who was clearly both frantic and embarrassed, "London, dear," I said, imitating the bunny, who went over to the fridge, "You know, if you were taking pictures of her, you could have just asked me. I would have done them for you for free."

London sighed, "I didn't ask you on purpose."

"Why?" I said, pretending to be taken aback.

"It's a long story..." he said vaguely.

"And I only have half an hour to take her pictures. She's... uh... busy," London said through clenched teeth. His eyes darted back and forth, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Well, if your camera guy's a no show, I could always do it," I said quietly.

I briskly walked over to my bag, making sure to hit London once more in the face with my tail as I passed by. He didn't seem to notice, being too preoccupied trying to text the camera guy.

I pulled out my camera's case, a small leather satchel that I had custom designed for my camera. My camera was a Canon Power Shot SX510, and like the name suggests, very powerful for being so tiny.

I grinned as I walked back over to London, he exclaimed, "I can't believe this! The guy won't answer my texts! What's that?" he said noticing the camera.

"My camera, silly," I remarked, assuming he had not heard my last comment, being too busy trying to contact his guy.

"NO!" London said forcibly and uncharacteristically.

He rephrased, seeing me shrink back at his shout and Rosie look over from the fridge, "I mean, I can't let you. It's not just a normal photo shoot."

My interest was piked, "What do you mean?" I asked cutely.

London sighed, "It's a porn shoot, okay!"

Unfazed, I shrugged my shoulders, "Sounds good, where are we shooting?"

"You're not bothered by that?" London asked, "That I do porn?"

"Not really," I said honestly.

"Oh..." London said quietly.

A bit awkwardly, London shifted toward Rosie who was busy munching on some vegetables, "Uh, Rosie... My friend's gonna take the pictures... Jesus," London said under his breath.

I smiled, then quickly made sure I had batteries and a memory card for the pictures.

Rosie, picking up her box, quickly ran/hopped/skipped? after London who walked toward the studio area which he had always told me he used for painting.

Although he did paint, I assume now that that area, which had room for backdrops and lights, was used predominantly for making porn.

I walked over, inspecting the area.

There were several lights nearby which I turned on. I made sure my camera was adjusted, taking a few practice shots.

I'll tell you now. I actually was kind of curious to see the porn my long time crush produced.

Walking over to London, I rested my arm on his shoulder, "So, London, how often do you do this?"

London didn't answer. His face showed little emotion.

I harumphed, then moved off to lay on my stomach, lining up some shots. From down below, I asked, "So? What we doing here? Traditional stuff?"

"No dear," Rosie chimed in with that high pitched shrill voice.

I looked up at her. My mouth fell open. She had opened her box which was filled with various toys and bdsm equipment.

I stood up and oogled at the various assorts of stuff! There were several pairs of handcuffs, some rope, a harness, a muzzle, the works!

"Damn, London, you kinky!"

"Shut up," he said lightly, dragging over a chair.

All of a sudden he pulled off his shirt, and next his pants. I guess he had taken his shoes off earlier. I stared. I mean, come on! You would have too.

After a deep inhale and exhale, London dropped his boxers. Although I had seen London naked a couple of times, it was always only briefly and partially obstructed.

But right now, everything was visible for all to see.

"Damn, London," I uttered, staring at his full black sheath and heavy balls, "You're packing!"

"Let's get this over with," London said, visibly blushing, however right as he turned, I could have sworn I saw his dark red tip beginning to poke out of it's cozy home.

Then, all of a sudden, Rosie walked up to me, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned and was baffled to see her fully naked as well.

Her breasts were quite... impressive. Her nipples could have cut glass.

"I'm up here, darlin'," She said cutely. She placed her hand under my chin, gently lifting my gaze off of her perfectly formed mounds.

"And yes, they're natural," she said as she walked by me, her cute ass bumping into my thigh.

On her way by the box, which was carelessly thrown on the floor, she reached in toward the bottom, pulling out a pink boa.

"Fuck!" I said, realizing I had full access to two magnificent specimens.

I followed that bunny tail to where London was sitting. I snickered, seeing he had his arms crossed and a frown on his face. He said sharply, "Oogle her all you want, but don't touch. That costs extra."

"Jealous?" I said, grinning, "And besides, though my eyes may be crossed, what's in here," I said, patting my slightly extended bulge which was quite easily seen through my skinny jean pants, "Is for one person alone."

London rolled his eyes, "Let's get this over with already."

"As you command," Rosie said, slipping the boa over London's neck, arching her back inwards so that her breasts rested on London's sexy chest.

Her bubble butt stuck out a significant distance. "Fuck," I moaned under my breath.

I looked through my camera lens, then frowned, "London! Hold her!"

He made a groan and then, reluctantly, put both his hands on her back. Quicker than London could react, Rosia took one of his hands and placed it on her southern lips.

London pulled back, but Rosie had a firm grip for such a little thing.

I, meanwhile, was snapping pictures, slowly walking around the two who were in the center of the stage, lit up by the lights.

One hand on the button, the other on my own bulge. Quiet your comments questioning my camera skillz! This was hot as fuck! I was actually surprised I didn't just start masturbating then and there.

After a few more shots, I nodded approval for Rosie to switch to a new position.

After a few comments, she had London bent over the front of the chair with his sexy ass sticking out like hers had been.

Running to the box, she quickly pulled out a paddle and walked back onto set. Rosie got into position, holding the paddle up as if in mid swing.

"You hanging in there London?" I giggled.

"Fuck you!" he said weakly, clearly humiliated.

Loving him angry, I walked over to him and whispered into his ears which had turned bright red in embarrassment, "Big bad wolf is being bent over by a girl. So submissive!" I talked dirty to him.

He gave me a confused, shocked expression.

I grinned viciously as I continued to snap picture after picture.

After a few more positions, Rosie started to get creative. At first I didn't know what she was up to, but apparently she had been over London's flat quite a bit, as soon she had chains running from two hooks set about 6 feet up the wall. I didn't even know those existed! And I've studied most if not all the nooks and crannies in this place.

London, who at this point looked ready to break, walked up to the chains. Rosie placed London's skilled hands into the braces. After but a minute, she had London chained to the wall. She also placed a spreader bar between his legs, making him stand awkwardly. After a few quick pictures, she placed the chair behind him so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

London rolled his eyes, as I walked up to him. Besides the occasional peek from his member, London didn't seem to be turned on much at all. I decided I was going to fix that.

"Seems like your lady friend's not turning on the light's down stairs, huh London?" I said, as if speaking to a child. I wasn't sure if it turned him on, but being dominant sure did it for me.

"What? Downstairs? I don't have... oh..." he said, finally figuring out my metaphor.

To all you dirty girls and boys out there who are somehow watching my every move like you're looking through camera's, I like metaphors. Deal with it.

London got red in the face, "Could you maybe stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"You keep on looking at me with this weird expression on your face."

"Like this?" I asked, looking down at his junk, making that face; a look of hunger and desire.

"Stop it!" he said, pulling on one of the chains, maybe trying to escape.

"Resistance is futile," I said in my sing-song like voice, "There's no escape from me. Also, I'm going to need to fix your downstairs a bit. See, unaroused furs don't make for very good porn."

I took a step closer. Rosie, who had backed off a little, was enjoying the show.

"Foxy! Please, what are you doing?"

I took another step closer. My mouth was watering. My penis was too, just of a different sort of liquid.

To add to the show, I slowly and dramatically took off my shirt. A moment later, after seeing the look of surprise on London's face, I undid a button on my jeans.

Then, savouring the moment, I very slowly undid my zipper. *Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.*

"Oh God! What are you doing!?" London cried, although his cry was slightly weak, considering he was still slightly buzzed.

I pulled down my pants, one foot in front of the sitting London. His eyes were approximately at my waist level, which only added to the fun.

Looking down at him, I snickered. He was completely helpless, all chained up.

"You know you want this," I whispered into his ear, as I pulled off my white boxer briefs.

His mouth fell open.

"Now that we're both equal, let's fix that downstairs light."

I knelt down, putting my brown, delicate, girl like hands on his thighs. I dug my fingers into that fur. I almost came right then and there.

Gently, I massaged those strong thighs with the palm of my hands. I looked up into London's eyes, which were looking right down at me.

As soon as our eyes met, he looked up at the ceiling.

I didn't need eye contact to know he was enjoying my touches.

His member said it all, slowly rising out of his damp, warm cave.

Moving my fingers around the curve of his thighs, I let them rest on either side of his genitals. With one hand, I began to slowly roll those canine orbs.

"God!" London cried. In response, that large red wolf meat jerked forward, extending nearly 3 inches now.

"Just relax, and enjoy the show," I said gently, breathing hot breath over his exposed penis.

London shook in ecstasy.

Still rolling his balls, I moved my free hand up to his penis which had begun to leak pre.

I touched that dampness, rubbing it into the fur on my fingers.

Making sure that London was looking, I put my fingers up to my nose and mouth. I inhaled that strong wolf musk, then so ever carefully, licked my fingers, sucking them until every last drop was in my mouth.

This turned London on even more. Watching him squirm was simply amazing.

I looked back down to that wolf cock, which now was almost fully erect.

After stroking it for a few seconds, I stood up suddenly. Alarm registered on London's face.

Dramatically, I spun, making sure to hit London square in the face with my tail. At this point I myself was covered in sweet sweat, driving London crazy as I walked away, my hips swaying from side to side enticingly.

"No!" he shouted, "Don't go!"

Still facing Rosie, I gave her a wicked smile. I had gotten what I wanted.

I turned around to the pathetic wolf chained to the wall. His chest was pulsing, his breath heavy and ragged.

"Beg," I said simply.

London's eyes darted back and forth for a second, coming up with an adequate response.

"Please!" He said loudly, "I'm begging you! Don't stop!"

Inside, I almost felt bad for my wolf, so defenseless. I knew it was for the best though.

"And why do you want me to not stop."

London paused, turning bright red, "Because- Because I don't want you to stop," London covered for himself.

"I'm not satisfied," I said, pretending to turn back around, leaving the wolf unfinished.

London thought for a second, "If I tell you, will you continue?"

In answer, I stroked the still twitching 8 inch penis.

London breathed heavily at the touch, then quickly broke, "I don't want you to stop, because I like you."

Inside, my whole world turned vivid. Those simple words set off a chain reaction inside of me.

I walked forward, putting my hands around the back of his head.

I once more twirled my fingers into his slightly longer mane.

With my eyes only a few inches from his, I could feel his hot breaths.

I moved in closer, touching my cold, wet nose to his, then quickly, I kissed him passionately, forcing his head forward to keep him from pulling away, though I knew he was enjoying every moment as much as I was.

I opened my maw, licking him. He tasted so good, slightly salty.

With this, he opened his mouth, letting me slip my velvety tongue inside of his wet snout.

I licked the back of his sharp canine teeth, tracing each tooth. We kissed like this for a solid minute before I had to pull back for a breath.

His eyes, no longer avoiding mine out of embarrassment, looked straight into mine. I looked deep into those beautiful, seemingly endless eyes. They had a new look to them, one I had never seen before. I quickly assumed it was the look of lust and passion.

"You're a good kisser," he said out of breath.

I smiled giddily, releasing the back of his head.

I could hear Rosie in the background, moaning from touching herself. Clearly she was enjoying the show.

Teasingly, I picked up my camera from the floor and took a few pictures of London. I had never seen him so... primal. His fur was standing on end, making him look intimidating. From being out of breath, his mouth hung open, exposing his pearly whites. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. His eyes were still filled with need.

Deciding I tortured him enough, I put my camera back onto the stage.

I knelt back down, so that my mouth was inches from his crotch.

Making sure my mouth was moist, I planted a kiss right next to his penis so that my muzzle gently brushed against it.

One after one, I made a trail of wet kisses from the base of his cock up past his belly button to the base of his neck, planting an extra kiss on each erect nipple.

Grinning mischievously, I blew out air over the trail of wet kisses, starting at his penis, going up to his neck.

"OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......" London moaned in shear, unadulterated pleasure.

Seeing the reaction, I quickly moved to his penis and planted a kiss on the very top which liberally oozed pre down the length of his shaft.

I put my mouth over that tip and breathed heavily.

He squirmed against those chains, making them rattle. His moans were music to my ears. I had dreamed of hearing him "sing" since shortly after I had met him.

Suddenly, from behind me, I heard the signature *click* *click* from my camera. For some reason, the knowledge that our passion was being recorded turned me on even more. I didn't know that was even possible.

With that knowledge, I looked up at London. His face showed shear pleasure. His eyes were closed, with the back of his head resting against the wall behind him.

Seeing his pleasure made me happy. Slowly but deliberately, I looked back down. I stared down his third eye, tracing the veiny surface and glistening skin. Such sensitive skin.

With that, I opened my maw as wide as it could get. I admit, he was a bit thicker than I had envisioned, but I knew I could handle it.

Using my hands to steady the beast, I put my mouth around the tip, sucking the pre into my mouth.

London made a sharp groan, looking down at me. I could feel those sexy eyes stare into the top of my skull. I looked up, putting on the cutest face I could.

London just closed his eyes and shivered again.

I slowly lowered my head over his penis, taking it in, inch by inch.

After a few seconds, I had the whole 8 inches in my mouth. He was so big that the tip of his penis rubbed up against the back of my throat.

I gagged a bit amateurishly. I have to admit, I had never sucked a guy off before. I usually give, not receive.

After I had steadied myself, I slowly wrapped my tongue around that dark red beast.

With one hand, I began to knead his balls again, while I kept the other at the base of his penis, curling my fingers into his grayish, wiry pubes.

My nose was pressed up against his body. I inhaled his salty musk with every breath. This was even hotter than I envisioned!

After teasing his junk with my tongue, I began to suck that penis, slowly removing 90% of it from my mouth, then driving it quickly back into my throat.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh my GOOOOOOOOOD, Foxy!" London shouted.

Hearing his nickname for me made me crave him even more.

From behind me I could hear my camera clicking away. I knew I'd have a lot of editing to do later, but damn, I knew that would be the best editing I would ever have to do.

After a few minutes of pure bliss, I knew London was reaching the end of his ropes. Something would have to break eventually.

Bracing myself, nearly 10 seconds later, London's jagged breath caught.

"I'm gonna'! I'm gonna'!" London shouted.

At the last gonna', London bucked my face which still had his bone buried in it.

Suddenly, I felt every muscle in his body spasm.

And just as suddenly, his hot, burning seed, shot the back of my throat.

Instinctively, I pulled him out a little, nicking one of my canines on his sensitive penis skin, making him shoot the next rope into my mouth. This jet landed directly on my tongue.

It was hot and tasted an equal mixture of salty and sweet. I could feel the inside of my mouth become coated with the sticky substance.

London buckled, shooting rope after rope into my mouth.

Just when I thought I couldn't hold my breath anymore, London stopped bucking and instead collapsed into the chair.

Slowly his bone fell out of my mouth, which at this point was equally full of sperm and sore.

Staring down the still hard cock, one final squirt exited the tip, landing on my nose.

With that, I broke, squirting my load onto the underside of London's legs, my stomach, the chair and the floor. My load wasn't as impressive as London's, but it had to have been the best feeling I had ever had.

I blushed deeply, attempting to swallow his load. It was pretty difficult, but after plenty of swallowing, I had gotten most of it down.

I stood, completely drained.

With my last effort, I put my messy hands into London's chest fur.

I put my cum stained mouth up to his.

We kissed again. He licked the inside of my mouth which was still coated with his cum.

We broke the weaker kiss after about 30 seconds.

We just stared into each others eyes. We stayed like that for about half a minute before London, blushing, looked up at his still chained hands.

Rosie, who saw, rummaged for the key, "That was some show ya' put on there, darlin'," she said, handing me the key.

I unlocked London's wrists, then his legs. He rubbed his sore arms, still awash in the after glow.

I handed Rosie back the key. She refused, "Darlin', I have never seen anybody enjoy that ol' thing as much as ya' two have. Keep it."

Instead, she winked, holding out her hand.

"Uh, London, I'll be back in a sec'," I said weakly.

I fumbled for my pants, then walked away, London still sitting bear ass naked in the chair.

Rosie picked up her box, and followed me.

She must have put her clothes back on earlier, which I admit was somewhat disappointing. At least her perky breasts could still pretty much be seen.

Once out of ear shot, I whispered, "Thanks for showing up early."

"Oh, no problem, dear. You remember our deal, though, right?"

"Yes," I said, fishing through my wallet which was full of hundreds. I took out 5 of them, and handed them over.

Rosie smiled, "Have a nice life, dear. And if you ever need me again, you have my number," she winked cutely, walking sexily toward the door.

Happy for the first time in 3 years, I walked back up to my London. We were both naked and still covered in each others cum.

I hugged him, grasping his buttocks, giving a small squeeze.

"So now what do you want to do, London," I said with implication in my voice.

"Um, well, I think I'm going to take a shower..." London said, looking down at his fur which was a complete mess.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't be," he said, grasping my ass in return.

"Oh!" I yipped in surprise.

He grabbed my wrist gently, leading me toward the bathroom.

"Oh, I like this side of you, London," I said cutely, spanking his ass.

All I can say is that fateful Sunday was the best Sunday of my life. And all thanks to that little camera!

*Click* *Click*

To Be Continued?

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Thanks for everyone that read my first short story! Like, rate, watch, favourite! Every little bit helps. I hope you enjoyed the ride.

I'm sure we will be seeing London and Ian (Foxy) again in the future.

If you want to suggest a story idea for these two or even for new characters, be my guest. Please leave these thoughts in the comments!

Thank you once again!

Sincerely, IanWolf

P.S. Although I can draw, I have seen some of your drawings out there, and they're just breathtaking. If anybody wants to draw London or Ian, I fully give you permission to. My only request is you send me a copy or link to it!

Thanks! XD

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