Camila Cums

"Wakey, wakey," said Miles, padding into Camila's room, tray balanced in his hands. "Breakfast time." Camila shifted and squished her pillow into her face. "Ten more minutes, Butt." Her massive tail stirred, absentmindedly pushing her bedsheet off one...

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Liora's Lamentations; or, The Silver Rings

It was an hour ago that Liora the raccoon, collecting firewood out in the Great Forest, had caught sight of the robe-clad figure in her peripheral vision. Armed with the more routine spells her own stainless steel toe rings proffered (silent footfalls;...

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Spooktober—October 2022 (Supernatural Horror/Orgasm Denial)

Anastasia squeaked and squirmed away from her friend's probing finger, her wing claw threatening to poke one of his eyes out. "Quit it!" "Anya, you're a walking cliche. A vampire? Again?" She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair--a wig meant...

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Video Games Are Fun

Miles and Camila sat on the floor, legs crossed, fingers flexing and curling at breakneck speed as they negotiated the hostile terrain on their living room TV screen. "I'll lead, Butt! Get behind me." Camila stuck her tongue out and switched to an...

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A Bet's a Bet

"Last chance to back out, Falco," said Heather, playfully tapping the tip of the fox's nose with her finger. Falco Fox, stretched out like an eagle with the aid of magic vines, his bare feet a couple of inches off the ground, chuckled. "I don't have a...

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Guili-Guili

For Frannie, art was no laughing matter. Or so she thought. "All right, you lovely, _lovely_ people!" The stoat, facing the motley crew of art students, clapped his tan palms together. "Remember what I said last class about distractions getting in the...

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WebbedToesMD: On the Perils of Bedroom Bondage

Medical maladies had become his favorite pastime. Well, reading up on them, anyway--the Internet had a host of websites for him to peruse. "Vaginismus," he said under his breath, eyes darting back and forth between the computer screen and his...

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Naughty Nira (Kinktober: Rubber/latex)

Nothing but Nira's mewling and the nervous clicking of her toe claws could be heard in the empty halls of the manor as she made her way to the front door. She snatched the envelope out of the mail pupper's paw and retreated to the dining area. A minute...

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Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire

November 30. Just a few more hours and I can get out of this goddamn dump they call a kitchen. "Elijah, quit fidgeting already and get that onion soup ready. That's the dude sitting in the corner. Fucker keeps trying to look into the kitchen." Yeah,...

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Paw Touch-Up Dust-Up (Kinktober: Tickling)

"Ready to have your palms painted, Heather?" The artist scrolled through his color palette. "Falco specified a nice gray for them." Heather looked down at her hands, opening and closing all eight fingers. "Yep." She smirked and thrust her hands out of...

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The Fox, the Witch, and the Discarded Wardrobe

It was why Elizabeth found it annoying to associate with non-magic users. "I do think you should keep an open mind, Bianca," she said, her toes curling in frustration under the diner table. "You know, I could show you one of these days, I--" Bianca,...

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Noah's Annual Physical II

"Yes! Yes, YES! I'm gonna--" For the past hour, an assortment of noises had filled Nurse Molly's bedroom: Noah's groans and gasps, the slaps of his thighs against hers . . . "NO! You stopped again!" . . . and Molly's plaintive yells whenever the...

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