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Phe:
Phoenix stands at a average 5'6", she's an average weight, as well. Not too skinny and no too pudgy. She has a toned body that would make one think that she works out often. The majority of her body is covered in a pretty light brown shade of fur, her muzzle, stomach and the tip of her tail are a cream-colored hue. She has, what appear to be, plugs going down her arms. There are three on each arm and are circular in shape. They are part of an intricate cybernetic system that helps keep her alive. They are set lower in the center, so that she can 'jack into' computer-type things. For the most part, however, they are only there to keep her from dying and for decoration.
Her hair is long, down to where her tail starts; it's normally pulled back into a braid, though she sometimes wears it down. It's only somtimes obvious that it's dyed this color, because sometimes her dark brown roots show through. Her always perked ears are pierced with silver hoops. Two in each ear and a third 'cartilage' piercing on the top part og her left ear.
Her face is pretty with bright green-colored eyes flecked with bits of a sky blue, but it has a hard edge to it. This is almost doubled by the gash she has running down her right cheek. It goes from the corner of her eye to under her jaw and it's stapled shut. If questioned about it, she'll be glad to retell the tale, but chances are it's been embellished in her favor. It doesn't seem to bother her, or even make her insecure. She wears it like a battle scar.
She wears a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, a little more than regular bootcut style, but not quite bellbottom style. They appear to be very worn in and comfortable. Her upper body is covered by a comfortable, yet somewhat oversized basketball jersey. The team's colors are blue and yellow and, across the upper back of the jersey is the name 'EDWARDS'. Underneath the mesh fabric, she wears a plain yellow tank top. She occassionally wears bracelets of just about any style and sometimes rings. It really depends on her mood. Around her neck is a chain with a pair of silver dogtags hanging from it. She'd rather you not question about them. It seems she doesn't like it being brought up, but yet she still wears them. Like a constant reminder of something.
Vital Stats: Female | 20 years old | 5'6" | 130lbs
Piercings: 2 in each ear, one in the top of her left ear, one tongue stud and one...below the belt.
Image: http://fallenangel.furtopia.org/ART/AR-phoenix67-c.png
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Zyrrah:
Six feet of onyx-hued demon stands here, his body muscular and kept in top shape. Eyes colored the same hue as a hunk of coal, black and voidlike, burn within the shadowy depths of his wolflike face. Housed inside his muzzle is a set of curved, ivory fangs and a forked tongue, a hoop piercing both tips. Twisted, spiraling horns rise out of his forehead, a couple inches above his eyebrows, then curve down slightly to resemble the horns of a bull. Colored black as well, their tips are pointed and capable of inflicting damage if he so chooses. A shaggy mane of black hair runs down to between his shoulderblades, where a set of massive, batlike wings can be seen. Hooked claws are fixed to the top of each one, and they stretch to well over 20 feet in width. The webbing inbetween each 'finger' is purple, irridescent and shimmering.
His form is muscular, almost overly so, rippling under flesh and fur whenever he moves. Around his throat is a collar, looking more like a metal gate than a piece of jewelry, the silver metal several inches in height and locked firmly into place with a massive unbreakable padlock. On the front of the collar is a silver D ring to allow a leash to be attached. His nipples are each pierced with a silver hoop, a thin chain connecting them both. A set of glowing tattoos spiral down both arms, some odd jagged tribal pattern whose meaning is known only to him. His hands are adorned in thick, spiked leather bracelets, stained rusty red with dried blood. He has claws instead of fingernails, each one over 3 inches in length and razor sharp. A single glowing rune is carved into each one near the base.
Moving down to his stomach, tense abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and there's a silver spike piercing his belly button. Lower still reveals a trail of dark brown fur leading down to his sheath. The tip of an 8 inch long red shaft can be seen poking out of it. It's also about 3 inches in diameter, making it a nice toy indeed. The sparkle of silver is visible here as well, and if one looks close enough, can make out the spike piercing his cock. A thick knot of flesh can be seen at the base, part of his canine heritage, easily as big around as a softball. Below that a set of furry testicles dangle down to complete the set. His legs, bent back like a dog's, end in taloned paws. Another talon is on the back of each foot. Lastly, a reptilian tail stretches out of his spine, a good 7 feet or so of it, tipped in a spade shape.


Town Center: Fox Plaza
Fox Plaza is a large circle in what looks like a pine forest, with large paths heading off in many directions. The paths are made up of large reddish stones set into the grassy field, and in the center is a large fountain with two figures on a pedestal in the center back to back pouring water into the pond under them. They are both foxes, one male, one female. Wooden benches form a ring around the fountain, with the stone path inside them. They are old and smoothed by years of weather. Outside them is a ring of old oaks. Being the town center, the path to the west leads off to the town hall, a large white-washed wooden building. To the east is the way to out to the rest of the town. The other paths go to various public facilities. The warm air stirs with cooler breezes from the mountains to the north, keeping it quite comfortable even in the height of summer. The plaza is lit by brass lamp posts standing here and there, casting pools of light through the trees.
[ Obvious Exits: Truth or Dare (SE), Teleport Booth (TB), Auction House (S), East Mink Walkway (E), Dragon's Way (N), West Mink Walkway (W), Public Show (SW) ]

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Zyrrah stretches out on his stomach, his body shifting at the same time.

Zyrrah coils his tail around Phe and drags her towards him.

Phe eeps!

Zyrrah rumbles.

Phe scritches Zyrrah's head.

Zyrrah swishes his tail lazily.

Phe snuggles up next to Zyrrah.

Zyrrah rumblepurrs and nips at Phe.

Phe taps Zyrrah on the nose and shakes her finger.

Zyrrah snorts!

Phe sticks her tongue out.

Zyrrah bites at the tongue.

Phe asdghblfhnks.

Zyrrah chuckles.

Zyrrah scritches Phe's tail.

Phe wiggles happily.

Zyrrah sniffs at Phe.

Phe pokes at Zyrrah.

Zyrrah pokes back. With his cock.

Phe aughs!

Zyrrah snickers and pokes.

You say, "Weirdo."

Zyrrah growls, "Yup."

Zyrrah laughs.

Phe snickers.

Zyrrah liiiiiiicks Phe.

Phe ewwwwwwwws!

You say, "Demon slobber!"

Zyrrah wiggles.

Phe chews at Zyrrah's ears.

Zyrrah flicks his ears back and forth.

Phe giggles and keeps chewing.

Zyrrah rumbles.

Phe grins.

Zyrrah:
A male wolf, somewhere in his early twenties, is what you're looking at right now. He's about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and somewhere in the 160 pound range. Most of that weight's muscle, as shown by his pretty athletic build. He's covered from head to toe in soft brown fur, with faint ticking that makes it appear a dark, coppery hue in the right type of light. His head is all lupine, topped in a set of slightly larger than average pointed ears. His hair's pure black, silky to the touch, and hangs down in a loose ponytail to just slightly below his shoulders. Some bits of the hair reside in front, sticking out slightly and giving him an unruly set of bangs that refuse to remain unmussed.
His eyes are the most unusual feature on him; twin pools of nothing but pure inky blackness. There's not a single hint of color in them, aside from the darkness that fills them completely. Piercings-wise, the wolf has two hoops on the left side of his face, one in his ear and one in his left eyebrow. His nose is black and slightly moist to the touch, and inside his muzzle he has the usual standards; a set of pearly white fangs and a long, pinkish tongue.
His outfit today, at first glance, appears to be just your average black suit. Thick black buttons run down the front of it, and the breast pocket located on the right side seems to have something in it. What that something is can't be seen, however, so it's anyone's guess as to what exactly the object is. The suit has a Mandarin shirt-type collar on it, one that buttons all the way up to a couple inches below his chin, leaving a square gap opened just enough to show off the white dress shirt worn underneath the jacket. The uniform's almost priestlike, but the absence of a cross and the pair of black designer sunglasses perched on his muzzle suggest something entirely different. Worn on his left wrist is an unusual watch, with a triangular face instead of your normal square or circle type ones, held in place by a fancy black leather band.

Phe squints at Zyrrah.

Zyrrah squints back and adjusts his shades.

Phe squints harder.

Zyrrah grins.

Phe needs to get one of those watches....

Zyrrah hmphs and pulls the watch back. "Mine."

Phe squints.

Zyrrah prods at Phe.

Phe prods back!

Phe isn't gonna take that sass from THE MAN.

Zyrrah frowns and POKES Phe. "Just cause you couldn't get a job there..."

You say, "I most certinaly could. I just don't want to."

Zyrrah hmphs and turns his back to Phe.

Phe jabs at Zyrrah's sides.

Zyrrah flashy-things Phe.

Phe stares blankly.

Zyrrah says, "Hmmm."

Zyrrah says, "Okay, strip naked and hump me senseless. Yeah."

Zyrrah doesn't take advantage of his job, no. Not at all.

Phe blinkblinks, shakes her head then gets naked.

Phe:
Phoenix stands at a average 5'6", she's an average weight, as well. Not too skinny and no too pudgy. She has a toned body that would make one think that she works out often. The majority of her body is covered in a pretty light brown shade of fur, her muzzle, stomach and the tip of her tail are a cream-colored hue. She has, what appear to be, plugs going down her arms. There are three on each arm and are circular in shape. They are part of an intricate cybernetic system that helps keep her alive. They are set lower in the center, so that she can 'jack into' computer-type things. For the most part, however, they are only there to keep her from dying and for decoration.
Her hair is long, down to where her tail starts; it's normally pulled back into a braid, though she sometimes wears it down. It's only somtimes obvious that it's dyed this color, because sometimes her dark brown roots show through. Her always perked ears are pierced with silver hoops. Two in each ear and a third 'cartilage' piercing on the top part og her left ear.
Her face is pretty with bright green-colored eyes flecked with bits of a sky blue, but it has a hard edge to it. This is almost doubled by the gash she has running down her right cheek. It goes from the corner of her eye to under her jaw and it's stapled shut. If questioned about it, she'll be glad to retell the tale, but chances are it's been embellished in her favor. It doesn't seem to bother her, or even make her insecure. She wears it like a battle scar.
Past the obvious, she's currently devoid of all clothes. She doesn't seem shy about it, as she doesn't attempt to cover herself from any onlooking eyes. Unusually perky breasts appear to be in the correct place on her chest, if you're really technical, they seem to be a large B-cup. Almost a C, just barely. Pale pink nipples peek out from under the cream fur on her torso. Going down her body, she is slender, but not overly so. She has an athletic figure, wether it's from playing sports or running from the cops is a toss up. Between her thighs is more cream-colored fur, just enough to hide her pink folds from casual view. Her legs follow in usual suit, toned and covered in light brown fur. Her feet are, well, normal feet, tipped with little black claws.
Vital Stats: Female | 20 years old | 5'6" | 130lbs
Piercings: 2 in each ear, one in the top of her left ear, one tongue stud and one...below the belt.
Image: http://fallenangel.furtopia.org/ART/2004/AR-ref_phoenix01c.gif
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Zyrrah tries his best to not do a victory dance. Fails.

Conrad wasn't paying attention. What job permits you to command people to strip naked and hump you? He needs to know how to apply for this one.

Zyrrah grins at Conrad. "Goverment job."

Phe would be wishing for those fancy contacts if she had any sense in her head at the moment.

Zyrrah gropes Phe shamelessly.

Conrad huhs. "No wonder people say government jobs get great benefits."

Phe erfs!

Zyrrah licks the vixen's muzzle.

Phe nips at Zyrrah.

Zyrrah wags his tail.

Phe idly goes about unbuttoning Zyrrah's jacket.

Zyrrah quirks a brow, his dark eyes hidden behind equally dark shades. "Woo?"

Phe doesn't seem concerned with Zyrrah's responses.

Zyrrah watches Phe curiously.

Phe, once she gets the jacket unbuttoned she goes to start on the shirt underneath.

Zyrrah meeps, his ears perking up, tail fluffing slightly. "Can I...help you?" he comments to the busy vixen.

Phe blinks, glances up to Zyrrah briefly, then goes back to her business.

Zyrrah errs, licking his nose briefly, then going back to watching Phe. He attempts to lead her over to a bench so he can at least sit down.

Phe follows after Zyrrah.

Zyrrah sits down and stretches.

Phe continues her undressing of the sexy wolf. As she does so, she leans in and starts licking at his neck.

Zyrrah rumbles and squints behind his shades, hoisting Phe up so she sits in his lap.

Phe rrfs as she's pulled up on Zyrrah's lap, but she doesn't miss a beat. Once she gets the undershirt unbuttoned, she pulls it back over his shoulders, attempting to get it off his upper body all together.

Zyrrah hmphs, then decides to play nice, shimmying out of the suit jacket and dress shirt with practiced ease. He leaves the shades on though.

Phe tosses the jacket and undershirt nearbay. Don't need to be losing them completely, eh? Who knows whay work would do to the poor boy. While she goes back to nibbling on his neck, her paws make their way down his chest, giving his nipple rings a little tug.

Zyrrah grrfs as his piercings are tugged. He tilts his head to one side as his hands trail down to Phe's hips, resting there and occasionally scritching.

Phe seems to shiver a bit at Zyrrah's touch, but her paws continue downward. She doesn't even need to look as she unbuttons his pants, moving her head to the other side of the wolf's neck to lick and nip there.

Zyrrah's tail wags a bit as his hands move up Phe's sides, creeping under her shirt a little. He sniffs at the side of her neck then gives it a lick.

Phe murr-rumbles a bit at the feel of Zyrrah's tongue against her fur. She's managed to get his pants undone at least, and she goes about to slipping her paws into the wolf's pants.

Zyrrah arches his hips slightly. "My. Eager little thing, aren't you?" he rumbles, a smirk sliding into place on his muzzle, fangs glinting.

Phe smirks a bit as well, but Zyrrah can't see if from where her face is hidden in his neck. She bites a bit at him as her paws go to work.

Zyrrah lets out a very unmanly squeak as the vixen's paws wander about. His ears flip back briefly and he gets a genuinely confused look on his face.

Phe blinks, flicking an ear as she sits up and gives Zyrrah a confused look as well.

Zyrrah grins, a predatory expression if there ever was one, then clamps his jaws down on Phe's throat.

Phe yelps! She wasn't expecting that move. She freezes, waiting to see what Zyrrah's next action it going to be.

Zyrrah liiiiicks Phe's throat, but doesn't loosen his hold any. He does shift his hips as he tries to adjust himself into a more....comfortable position. Stupid tight boxers.

Phe erfs at the lick, her paws wandering back down to help Zyrrah with his pants.

Zyrrah tilts his head to watch Phe's hands, finally letting go of her throat so he can nibble at her ears.

Phe's hands go about busying themselves in Zyrrah's pants as she leans back in to lick at his neck and under his chin.

Zyrrah tilts his head back, resting it on the back of the bench, his tail wagging from side to side as he rumbles happily.

Phe seems perfectly content tending to Zyrrah, her paws moving about just out of direct sight to anyone being a dirty voyuer. She runs her tongue along his throat before nipping at him.

Zyrrah rmphs, gripping Phe by the hips, his tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle.

Phe shivers a little again, her paws moving in a rythymic pattern now as she nibbles some more at Zyrrah's neck. She moves closer, up the side of his head to lick at his ear a little, tugging a bit on his piercing with her teeth.

Zyrrah growls softly, hips twitching, the fur along his tail puffing up as the vixen's hands run up and down. He tilts his head towards her muzzle and lets out a soft 'huff' of air.

Phe wuffs back in Zyrrah's ear, not easing her attentions however. She runs her tongue along the edge of his ear, murring lowly.

Zyrrah growls, louder this time, the fur on his shoulders prickling up as he feels the tongue pressing against his ear. He smirks, faintly, one hand moving down to scritch at the base of Phe's tail.

Phe shivers again, Zyrrah can probably feel it this time, she then pauses for a brief second before going back to her business. Her tail begins lashing back and forth as she feels the wolf's paws on it.

Zyrrah clenches his jaw lightly, though the muscles tense enough to just barely be visible. His other hand traces its way up Phe's back with a clawtip, running over the length of her spine.

Phe bites her lip as she feels the claws on her back. Her body tenses and she gasps a little at the touch, arching her back as the claws make their way upwards.

Zyrrah blinks and suddenly picks Phe up and sets her on the ground. No warning or anything.

Phe blinkblinks and get a very confused look.

Zyrrah smirks and zips up his pants.

Phe doesn't seem to know what to do now.

Zyrrah does his best to hold back a laugh. He then sprawls out on the bench, head at one end and feet at the other.

Phe just sorta...stands there. She seems to be thinking, but she still looks terribly confused.

Zyrrah yawns widely and folds his arms under his head, glancing around to see where his shirt and jacket got off to.

Phe spots the jacket and shirt and makes a lunge for them before Zyrrah can get to them.

Zyrrah snorts and shrugs.

Phe balls up the shirts and tosses them off elsewhere.

Zyrrah blinks and quirks a brow. "Hey! Those are expensive!"

You say, "Yup. I'm aware."

Zyrrah frowns. "Gonna give 'em back?"

You say, "Nope. You'll get 'em eventually."

Zyrrah snorts. "Eventually? And why's that? Why not now?"

You say, "Because you don't need them right now."

Zyrrah perks an ear, "Why's that? What if I get cold?"

You say, "You won't get cold. You have fur."

Zyrrah hmphs. "I can still get cold, jeez."

You say, "Feh. You're tough. You'll be fine."

Zyrrah grumbles at Phe, turns his head, and closes his eyes. The frames of his shades clink against the wood of the bench.

Phe raises an eyebrow, curious.

Zyrrah curls his tail around to rest against the back of his legs, He's facing away from Phe, now.

Phe takes a couple steps forward, glances around, and then walks up to Zyrrah, peeking around his side.

Zyrrah rolls away again. IGNORE.

Phe chases after.

Zyrrah keeps his eyes closed and just pretends Phe's not there.

Phe huffs and whines.

Zyrrah ignores the whine.

Phe paws at Zyrrah.

Zyrrah hmphs. "Do I get my shirt back? And the jacket?"

Phe nods.

Zyrrah snorts. "So, what do you want?"

Phe blinks. "Sex." She's very straightforward today. Perhaps flashything was a good plan.

Zyrrah mm-hmms. "And...?"

Phe blinks again. There's supposed to be more to that? "Um....hot, sweaty sex?"

Zyrrah nods, though he feigns disinterest. "And? Is there a point to this?"

Phe gets a frustrated look, her muzzle wrinkling a little before she POUNCES on Zyrrah.

Zyrrah oofs, quickly twisting so that he doesn't catch a leg to the crotch or anything.


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Phe:
Phoenix stands at a average 5'6", she's an average weight, as well. Not too skinny and no too pudgy. She has a toned body that would make one think that she works out often. The majority of her body is covered in a pretty light brown shade of fur, her muzzle, stomach and the tip of her tail are a cream-colored hue. She has, what appear to be, plugs going down her arms. There are three on each arm and are circular in shape. They are part of an intricate cybernetic system that helps keep her alive. They are set lower in the center, so that she can 'jack into' computer-type things. For the most part, however, they are only there to keep her from dying and for decoration.
Her hair is long, down to where her tail starts; it's normally pulled back into a braid, though she sometimes wears it down. It's only somtimes obvious that it's dyed this color, because sometimes her dark brown roots show through. Her always perked ears are pierced with silver hoops. Two in each ear and a third 'cartilage' piercing on the top part og her left ear.
Her face is pretty with bright green-colored eyes flecked with bits of a sky blue, but it has a hard edge to it. This is almost doubled by the gash she has running down her right cheek. It goes from the corner of her eye to under her jaw and it's stapled shut. If questioned about it, she'll be glad to retell the tale, but chances are it's been embellished in her favor. It doesn't seem to bother her, or even make her insecure. She wears it like a battle scar.
She wears a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, a little more than regular bootcut style, but not quite bellbottom style. They appear to be very worn in and comfortable. Her upper body is covered by a comfortable, yet somewhat oversized basketball jersey. The team's colors are blue and yellow and, across the upper back of the jersey is the name 'EDWARDS'. Underneath the mesh fabric, she wears a plain yellow tank top. She occassionally wears bracelets of just about any style and sometimes rings. It really depends on her mood. Around her neck is a chain with a pair of silver dogtags hanging from it. She'd rather you not question about them. It seems she doesn't like it being brought up, but yet she still wears them. Like a constant reminder of something.
Vital Stats: Female | 20 years old | 5'6" | 130lbs
Piercings: 2 in each ear, one in the top of her left ear, one tongue stud and one...below the belt.
Image: http://fallenangel.furtopia.org/ART/AR-phoenix67-c.png
Please read my cinfo!

Zyrrah:
A male wolf, somewhere in his early twenties, is what you're looking at right now. He's about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and somewhere in the 160 pound range. Most of that weight's muscle, as shown by his pretty athletic build. He's covered from head to toe in soft brown fur, with faint ticking that makes it appear a dark, coppery hue in the right type of light. His head is all lupine, topped in a set of slightly larger than average pointed ears. His hair's pure black, silky to the touch, and hangs down in a loose ponytail to just slightly below his shoulders. Some bits of the hair reside in front, sticking out slightly and giving him an unruly set of bangs that refuse to remain unmussed.
His eyes are the most unusual feature on him; twin pools of nothing but pure inky blackness. There's not a single hint of color in them, aside from the darkness that fills them completely. Piercings-wise, the wolf has two hoops on the left side of his face, one in his ear and one in his left eyebrow. His nose is black and slightly moist to the touch, and inside his muzzle he has the usual standards; a set of pearly white fangs and a long, pinkish tongue.
Clothes-wise he sports a blue and yellow basketball jersey that doesn't quite cling, but fits his chest quite well. The thin fabric doesn't do much to hide the piercings on his chest, two more hoops with one through each of his nipples.A bit of chestfur poofs over the neckline of the jersey, giving him a slight ruff. Covering his legs is a pair of baggy black jeans, a size too big for him, but supported around his hips via a plain black belt. There's access cut in the back of his jeans to allow his several feet long, fluffy tail to swish along behind him without being restrained. The top of his boxers, black silk it seems, are just visible over the low slung waistline of his pants. He doesn't wear any shoes, preferring to go barepaw'd.


Town Center: Fox Plaza
Fox Plaza is a large circle in what looks like a pine forest, with large paths heading off in many directions. The paths are made up of large reddish stones set into the grassy field, and in the center is a large fountain with two figures on a pedestal in the center back to back pouring water into the pond under them. They are both foxes, one male, one female. Wooden benches form a ring around the fountain, with the stone path inside them. They are old and smoothed by years of weather. Outside them is a ring of old oaks. Being the town center, the path to the west leads off to the town hall, a large white-washed wooden building. To the east is the way to out to the rest of the town. The other paths go to various public facilities. The warm air stirs with cooler breezes from the mountains to the north, keeping it quite comfortable even in the height of summer. The plaza is lit by the daylight, the brass lamp posts standing here and there are unlit at the moment.
[ Obvious Exits: Truth or Dare (SE), Teleport Booth (TB), Auction House (S), East Mink Walkway (E), Dragon's Way (N), West Mink Walkway (W), Public Show (SW) ]

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Zyrrah contently lays on his bench.

Phe sneaksneaksneakPOUNCES Zyrrah.

Zyrrah gahs!

Phe squints, eyes Zyrrah's outfit then eyes her own.

Zyrrah smirks a little.

Phe glares a bit.

Zyrrah nosebeeps Phe.

Phe scrunches up her muzzle and sneezes.

Zyrrah snickers.

Phe sticks her tongue out.

Zyrrah licks Phe's tongue.

Phe ssdlglsdgnf's.

Phe flails.

Zyrrah grins and scritches Phe between her ears.

Phe murrs and leans in to the scritches.

Zyrrah snorts a bit at Phe, but continues to scritch.

Phe keeps leaning. She'll take whatever scritches she can get, espically from certian sexy wolf boys.

Zyrrah smirks a bit, his tail wagging. "So...that where my good jersey went?"

Phe gets an innocent look and shrugs a bit. "I can't help what gets left on my floor in a fit of lust, can I now?"

Zyrrah snorts. "You don't see me wearing your underwear, do ya?"

Phe snickers. "Not yet, at least." She then gets a thoughtful look for a moment. "Wait, yes you have."

Zyrrah squints and pulls his pants out a bit to look down them. "Not now. And hush."

Zyrrah pulls up the edge of his boxers. "See, all man here."

Phe cackles before rolling her eyes. "But it's happened! And you weren't even drunk!" She laughs some more, it must've been a

Zyrrah grins a little. "Can't help it if I look better in your clothes than you do. Must be my sexy ass."

Phe laughs some more, clutching her sides. "Of course you do, y'know, with clothes that were three times too small for you."

Zyrrah huffs and nips at Phe's ears.

Phe grins and lightly elbows Zyrrah in the side.

Zyrrah rmmphs.

Phe gets comfy.

Zyrrah swats his tail at Phe. "Glad you've found a nice spot," he comments as he folds one arm under his head.

Phe wiggles and looks pleased. "As am I."

Zyrrah quirks a brow and pushes his hips up a bit.

Phe jabs at Zyrrah's side again. "Quit movin', you're gonna ruin my comfy spot."

Zyrrah grins and does it again, just to annoy Phe. "Gonna make me stop?"

Phe bites at Zyrrah, attempting to push all her weight down on him. It really doesn't help, he's stronger than her, after all.

Zyrrah laughs and sits up, pushing Phe up as well. "C'mon. I've gone push ups with more weight on me than you."

Phe grunts, jabbing at Zyrrah's side repeatedly. "Pfft, just cause you're Mr. Buff Jock Man." She replies, smirking.

Zyrrah hmms, licking at his nose. "That I am. And last time I'd checked, that's what you found so hot about me, right?"

Phe rolls her eyes. "Yes, just that. Because I just HAD to have a jock." She smirks, stretching her neck from side to side.

Zyrrah bites his lip, then snickers. "Jock, or cock? Cause you like either one."

Phe gets a shocked look. "What do you take me for, a cheerleader?" She grins, wagging her tail. "Jock was included with the deal, I had to take what I could get."

Zyrrah snickers, though his eyes do flash a little. "I dunno, you in one of those tiny little skirts isn't a bad thing..."

Phe narrows her eyes a bit at Zyrrah. "And the chances of that happening are ZERO." Someone obviously doesn't like cheerleaders.

Zyrrah hmphs and runs a hand through his hair. "You're no fun, you know that?"

Phe raises an eyebrow. "And why's that? Cause I won't prance around like an airhead for you?" She sticks her tongue out at
Zyrrah. "And I'm plenty of fun. You know that."

Zyrrah snorts, shaking his head. "Never said you had to act like one. Just wear the outfit." He grins, faintly.

Phe rolls her eyes. "You're such a ho."

Zyrrah hmms. "Am I? You're one to talk." He leans forward and nips at Phe's chest.

Phe erfs and bats at Zyrrah's ears. "I am not a ho! And you know that."

Zyrrah wiggles his ears and nips at Phe's muzzle. "Suuuure."

Phe pffts. "You are so mean. How many people do you think I've slept with?"

Zyrrah hmms. "Do my various forms count?"

Phe eyes Zyrrah. "No. They don't."

Zyrrah idly attempts to sneak a hand up Phe's shirt. "Well, umm...10?"

Phe stares at Zyrrah. "You are not serious."

Zyrrah shrugs, "How the hell would I know? I never really kept track."

Zyrrah gropes Phe's chest.

Phe snorts then eeps as she's groped. "You're terrible."

Zyrrah smiles. "Terrible, maybe, but you're no better if you're letting me feel you up."

Phe shrugs a bit. "Eh, I'm not gonna complain."

Zyrrah noses Phe's chest. "Somehow I didn't expect you to."

Phe fehs at Zyrrah, flicking at an ear.

Zyrrah peers up at Phe's ears and smirks, then actually stops groping her. He lays back down on the bench.

Phe gets a mock-suprised look. "That's a first." She smirks before settling back down onto her Zyrrah-pillow.

Zyrrah huffs and looks offended, though one hand does creep down to give Phe's ass a squeeze.

Phe erfs and wiggles.

Zyrrah snickers. "Are you wiggling for a reason?"

Phe pfehs. "I'm wiggling cause I like to wiggle?"

Zyrrah mm-hmms. "Somehow I doubt that."

Phe squints at Zyrrah, flicking an ear. "You would."

Zyrrah grins and hip-bumps Phe.

Phe erfs, nudging back at Zyrrah.

Zyrrah bites at Phe's neck. So vicious.

Phe bites at Zyrrah's shoulder. Just as vicious. Rawr.

Zyrrah grrfs and noogies Phe as he tries to scoot out from under her.

Phe flails at the noogie and latches onto Zyrrah's midsection.

Zyrrah gahs! He swats at Phe. "No latching on unless you're gonna do something!"

Phe grins and latches more.

Zyrrah leans over and bites at Phe's ears.

Phe aughs and flails.

Zyrrah snickers and latches down on one of Phe's ears, licking the inside of it.

Phe mrfs, trying to get her head away from Zyrrah while keeping a good hold on him.

Zyrrah grunts and rolls himself over, pinning Phe down. "Haw."

Phe oofs and wiggles. "You seem to think this is some sort of loss for me?"

Zyrrah hmms for a moment. "Guess you're right." He grins and with one hand, snaps the button off of Phe's jeans before hopping off of her.

Phe tbbbts at Zyrrah. "Tease." She comments as she rebuttons her jeans.

Zyrrah sticks his tongue out at Phe. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Phe lunges for Zyrrah, hoping to take him down.

Zyrrah spins around and ducks, catching Phe right around the midsection as she goes rushing over him. "Trying to tackle a football player? Are you kidding?" he grins, ticking at her sides.

Phe wasn't expecting that move AT ALL. She erfs, wiggling in Zyrrah's grasp. "Hey! I'm plenty good at tackling! all those years of street football..."

Zyrrah snickers. "Not good enough!" He continues to tickle, occasionally scritching as well.

Phe flails and wiggles. "Hey!" She makes an attempt to squirm out of Zyrrah's grasp.

Zyrrah tightens his grip and smirks. "Looks like you're stuck, huh?"

Phe yaps at Zyrrah, still trying to wiggle free. "Feh! I am not!"

Zyrrah stands, repositioning Phe so she's left hanging over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Sure, right. If you say so."
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Phe erfs, lashing her tail back and forth. "I'mma hurt you..." She scratches at his back a little.

Zyrrah rmms, smiling. "Sure you will." He roughly smacks her on the ass, then spins her around.

Phe rrfs, barking at the ass smack. "You are just bad."

Zyrrah laughs. "Yup. But at least I'm not the one stuck up there."

Phe grunts and wiggles some more. "That's just because I can't pick you up!"

Zyrrah rmms, smacking Phe on the ass again. "Not like you're really trying hard to get away, either."

Phe fehs, digging her claws into Zyrrah's back. "I don't want to fall." She says matter-of-factly.

Zyrrah awws, though the fur on the back of his neck does prickle up a little at the clawing. "Like I'd let you fall."

Phe wiggles a little again, still clawing a little. "You would! You'd watch and you'd laugh!"

Zyrrah snorts and shakes his head. "Nuh-uh. You'd just land on my cock anyhow. You always seem to."

Phe makes a shocked noise, digging her claws in a little bit. "Hey!"

Zyrrah snickers, twitching his ears as he sets Phe down.

Phe erfs and noses at Zyrrah.