There She Goes

Positioning herself above him, lifting up, up, bobtail flicking. flicker-flicker!

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3.4 - Flip Side

"they don't know you like i do," he said hazily, trying to suck on one of her ears, trying to grab ahold of her bobtail fluff. she allowed it, her pupils dilating.

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Never an Act

His bobtail flickered left to right, left to right. almost in tune with amelie's bobtail, which was also flickering. "no bumps or bruises, i trust?" mortimer asked, still smiling.

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All Ears

His bobtail flicked. "elaborate." "well ... " the jaguar had a fork in her own paw, as well, and it poked at some spaghetti with meat sauce.

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Debatably So

And, like the cherry on top, her bobtail flicker-flicker-flicked! wheldon squirmed, trying to turn her around. as he buried his nose in her fluffy, puffy tail, mouthing at her tail-fur, wetting it.

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Withdrawal Symptoms

His bobtail was flicking indignantly. "i believe he went to the jumja stand," said another, pointing a blunt-clawed paw. "he likes jumja sticks."

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Beautifully Tethered

Rising up to her tip-toes, the tip-toes of her snowy-white foot-paws (with the blunted, black claws), the snow rabbit turned a bit, her body arching, bare back to the mirror, fluffy, white bobtail flicker-flicking once or twice above her rump.

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Prologue One: Introducing Jayne Doe

There they cupped his smooth groin, and his bobtail waggled comfortably as the hem tucked in under it.

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How to Spend a Quarantine

She slid her paws down and dug her fingers into his bobtail fluff. they nuzzled cheek to cheek. "i take it you're feeling better?" ketchy eventually asked. "better?" "i know this 'quarantine' thing has you down."

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2.3 - The Further Shore

Annika raised a brow, bobtail flickering. "and what do you do, mr ... ?" "dobson." the otter chirped. a distinct, playful sound. "and i'm glad you asked!"

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2.8 - Winging It

Annika mewed beneath graham, delicate paws hotly splayed on his rising and falling backside, clutching at his soft, bobtailed rump.

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Dark Science

Her holy-white flame of a bobtail flicker-flicked. "no modern fur has actually stepped through one of these gateways, but from what we know of them," she said, looking back to the shimmering portal of a wall.

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