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A knock on the window sounded; Octavia jumped, nervously glancing at the bright window. A familiar silhouette. The tapping on the window intensified; she hurried over and unlocked it. A flash of white fur swished past her. Out the window, she saw one of her father’s servants round the corner, looking around until he spots her. She waved, and shut the window.
“Lucifer’s balls, didn’t I say ‘unlock the damn window?’” huffed the hellhound, brushing leaves and twigs out of her fur.
“Sorry.” Octavia fiddled guiltily with the tassels on her pullover. “I’m such an idiot, I forgot, I was distracted—“
“Turn around.” When Octavia looked up, there was no anger; just the ghost of an evil grin on her friend’s face.
Octavia complied with a small smile, steeling herself. Her pullover was brushed aside; soft fingers with hard muscles teased their way down her waistline.
“Oh,” Loona said. “Is that two pairs I feel?”
Octavia felt the underwear she’d put on last slide over the panties she wore first, jumping a little at the sensation. “Baby blue…” Octavia jumped a little harder with a sharp, exhilarated breath as the inner pair. “…and a little farther in, purple with wavy lines. You came prepared.”
“Didn’t you?”
“One pair’s all I need. Whoever these new guys are,” Loona said with a low growl, halfway to being a laugh, “No way they can give or take harder wedgies than us Hell girls.”
Octavia looked at the summoning circle she’d drawn on the tiled floor, obscured under the rug. “You think they’ll come?”
“If that ‘Wadjet’ lady is full of shit and that drawing you copied doesn’t summon a roomful of wedgie girls…” Her panties pulled tighter a higher up her back, ruffling her feathers under her pullover. “You and I will have to do for tonight. Then we pay that lady a visit and show her a thing or two.”
“Loona, she invented wedgies,” Octavia cautioned. “Every wedgie ever given in every world is basically a prayer to her, that’s how she knows you, me and all these people we’re—“
Her beanie was swept off; she rocked her head back obligingly, knowing what was coming next. The wedgie tightened five times harder; she would have been lifted off the ground without Loona’s hand on her shoulder. The tail hole swept her tail feathers up, a little bit at a time, with little jerking motions that kept her breath fluttering like a bird between a gasp and an excited huff. Finally her hair was matted down by stretchy fabric, and the snap of a waistband on her forehead sounded the starting rapport of the night.
Loona spun the slender owl around, supporting her on her shaky legs, revealing a satisfied smile. “And we perfected them,” the hellhound said proudly.
“…And she’s a snake. She literally can’t get wedgies. No legs, no underwear. That’s why she invented it; she can use them on others, but no one could ever use it on her.”
“I’ll think of something.”
“Or you’ll get destroyed.” Octavia giggled, straightening up her posture, pulling the stretched panties even farther under her from the front. “I’d pay to watch that.”
“And if she wasn’t lying about this summoning circle of yours, you’ll get a free sample tonight.”
“There’s apparently two more canines,” Octavia said, leaning against the wall, trying to keep her neck limber despite the atomic wedgie pulling it back. “And a few more that might make it tonight. That’s what tonight is about. For both of us. Meeting new people, like us.”
“I’ve already been to one party with a bunch of hellhounds and wedgies before,” Loona muttered. “It wasn’t that great.”
“I heard about that.”
Loona looked at her with an instant mortified blush. “You did?”
“They were wankers,” Octavia spat. “Sounds like they got a flossing of their own. You say thanks to Queen Bee?”
Loona crossed her arms, frowning at the ground. Octavia stumbled over, putting a hand on Loona’s shoulder. “Well, I did, myself. Gave her an invite, too; she apparently felt some of what you were feeling, sounded like she might be interested. If she comes by, you should thank her.”
“I was gonna take care of it. I can handle myself.”
“I know. But it sure doesn’t hurt your rep to know Queen Bee herself has your back, does it?”
“Everyone thinks I’m a nerd who needs to be saved from nobodies.”
“But you are a nerd. Like everyone that’s showing up.”
“If they show up.”
“You really don’t trust Wadjet, do you?”
“Of course not. Some Egyptian goddess giving you portals to other worlds…she’s got to be playing us,” Loona said, exasperated. “In any world ever made, how could there ever be someone like us?”
A flash of light burst out behind them. They both turned to look at the spectacle as a yellow fox-like creature walked through; a thick growth of neat, tufted fur covering her chest, little zigzags under her eyes, and unclothes otherwise but for a pair of blue panties with swirls. She looked around, apparently dazzled, before her eyes landed on the two standing opposite her.
The fox took a few steps in, looking between the two of them for a moment. Loona tensed up, stepping back a bit with Octavia behind her, eyeing the creature’s claws and black eyes. The yellow creature stopped. “So sorry,” she said timidly, looking at Octavia. “Looks like I’m late to the party.”
Octavia stepped around Loona and walked up to the fox. “Only one way to fix that, isn’t there?” The owl reached around the creature, gripping her panties, almost hugging her. This was the first time Octavia ever this to anyone but herself and Loona. “My name is Octavia.” She looked at the fox askance, expectantly; the fox simply stood there; she saw a lot of things happening in her eyes, but her clawed purple-sleeved hands stayed out to the sides. After a long awkward moment, Octavia let go with one hand, took the fox’s floating hand and guided it to her second, unstretched pair of panties. “And you are?”
Something changed in the creature’s eyes, and the claws slowly closed around her waistband. “Renamon,” she said.
The two of them pulled.
“Whoo!” Octavia exclaimed as she left the ground immediately, feet dangling.
“So sorry,” Renamon said quickly, letting her down. “You’re lighter than I thought.” But Octavia was laughing, and blushing.
Loona stepped up. “Try me on for size, big girl.”
Renamon peered at the hellhound, then reached around her, their noses inches apart. “Renamon.”
“I heard.” In the flash of an eye, Renamon’s underwear were taken in two white-furred hands and propelled upwards. “Loona,” said the hellhound, lifting the yellow fox a foot off the floor.
Renamon laughed, tail swishing. “Nice meeting you.” She leaned forwards, reasserted her grip on Loona’s waistband, and extracted about half a meter of bright green spandex from Loona’s shorts, pulling herself back down to the ground. The two of them strained against each other for a moment, brows furled but each smirking, both of their panties getting higher and higher.
Another flash of light interrupted them; they each let go, underwear snapping back into place. Two figures stumbled in, one of them ending up on her face, and the second stooping to pick her up.
“Mae, no, this is the weirdest—what are we even—“ and a gasp. The crocodile still on her feet froze; her mouth dropped open. The cigarette clenched between her teeth barely held onto her lip.
The one on the floor looked up: a blue cat with a circle on her shirt that made her look more plump than she probably was. She saw Octavia, did a double take down to her underwear, and her face lit up immediately. “It worked! It actually fucking worked! You’re-OW!”
The cigarette had fallen out of the crocodile’s mouth and landed on the cat’s head. She rolled to the side, frantically scuffing at her hair. “Bea, watch out!”
Loona and Renamon walked around Octavia, up to the pair. “You in the right place?
“I told you it was real!” the blue cat said to the crocodile. “You know what this means.”
“No, you—how could I—in front of—“ the crocodile was blushing furiously.
“We’re all over eighteen here, right?” asked Renamon. “Just making sure.”
“Yeppers!” said the cat. “I’m Mae, that’s Bea.”
“You came here for the wedgies, right?” Loona asked, towering over the smaller two.
The crocodile shrank back. “No! I mean, I wouldn’t—I was just—Mae and I were just—I just wanted to see…” She dropped her nose, blushing. “…Yes.”
“Of course!” exclaimed the blue cat. “Who’s the magic lady?”
Octavia raised her hand uncertainly, with a glance at the yellow fox, who shrugged.
“Are you gonna give us magic wedgies?”
“I don’t think I can,” Octavia said. “But even if I could…nothing beats the old fashioned way.”
“Old-fashioned is cool too,” the cat chirped. “I feel like I’ve seen you in a game somewhere!”
Renamon fiddled with her waistband. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Not me, though. I don’t live in a ball.”
“Wait, behind you, is that a…wow!” Mae had spotted the hook and pulley Octavia had affixed to the ceiling hours before. The crocodile and cat looked at it. “Dibs,” Mae said. “Bea, come on!”
“That’s…extreme.” The crocodile was breathing heavily, staring at the hook. “No, I…”
Octavia tapped her on the shoulder. “Then we’ll go slow. Hi, I’m Octavia.” She reached around the crocodile, but realized she was wearing a dress and not pants, so she was just patting her rear. “Oh, sorry.”
The crocodile tittered nervously. “That’s…okay. I’m Beatrice Santello. But…Bea is fine.”
“We already know a Bee,” Loona said brusquely. “And she’s a Queen. We’re saying Beatrice. Now come on, this isn’t a one-way street kind of party.” The hellhound hoisted up Beatrice’s dress. She gasped, but let it happen. Octavia could reach what lay underneath: a dark purple thong.
“You take mine,” Octavia said as Mae ran up to Renamon, gabbling about something. “You give one before?”
“Yeah. To her,” Bea said, looking with mild irritation at her cat friend. “But more often, I got them.”
“Then let’s try together,” Octavia said, trying to calm her down. “That’s why we’re all here, right?”
The owl and the crocodile exchanged a brief, cordial wedgie. “Thanks,” Beatrice said.
Octavia tapped the exposed panties at her waist. “Care to hang me up on the wall?”
Bea froze awkwardly again, still flushing beet-red. “Uhh…”
“Go ahead,” Octavia wheedled gently. “Unless you’re too weak?”
Octavia backed up to the wall. Bea slowly pushed up, sliding her hands up the wall towards the conspicuously placed hook above her head height that looked a little out of place on the wall because she’d screw it in herself that very day. Octavia’s second pair of panties were getting close to tight enough ti lift her, but were just barely below the threshold for liftoff. Bea struggled awkwardly for a second. “I…actually don’t think I’m strong enough,” Bea grunted shamefully.
“Oh heaven, I can’t watch this,” Loona said, and gripped Bea’s thong. Bea squawked as her underwear shot up her ass like a bowstring, flipping her folded dress aside and exposing two plump teal buttocks. Her arms jerked up; Octavia knelt as far as she was able and jumped; her outer waistband slid over the metal, and caught fast. Bea fell down as Octavia levered forward, still in her old atomic in one pair, and hanging by her second pair three feet off the ground. Bea was pulled back by her thong, sliding over the polished floor in a seated position.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it Beatrice?” Loona asked as Mae roared with laughter in the background. “Now I heard Mae back here mention the two of you had a bet going.”
“She didn’t think this was real!” Mae cackled mischievously. “And I said, if it is, she and I are gonna hang together like buddies!”
“And you, proud owner of the only thong in the room, dropped your cig on Via’s floor,” said the hellhound, dragging Bea back to the hook. “So I think you’ve well and truly earned your role as our new chandelier.”
“W-wait, I can’t…I haven’t been hung since…” Bea bowed her head, still sliding over the floor. “Ugh, fine. At least Mae’s gonna be up there too.”
“This is gonna be so good!” Mae said giddily as her underwear and Bea’s were tied in a knot and looped over the hook. Bea put up a real show of protesting with each yank up as Renamon, Loona, and another newcomer with blue fur and gold armor pieces pulled on the rope to hoist the pair up to the ceiling by their entwined underpants, leaving them to dangle much like Octavia, but the sharp-eyed Goetia, even from her compromised dangling position, could see the same excitement as the cat’s bubbling just under the surface of the goth. Protesting the wedgies was as much fun for her as the wedgies themselves; an unspoken rule, Octavia decided, she would not call out.
And with every passing glance the sisters by bond stole at each other through that night of praising Wadjet, to check on how the other was doing; as the guests kept appearing one by one; as the three suspended partiers were finally let down out of their hanging wedgies and replaced by the other willing guests, so that everyone had a chance to rest—or to play Atomic Limbo and the centaur wedgie race and the other games Octavia had planned; as the sizable pile of cheap underwear Loona had brought shortened and shortened; and as they finally said goodbye to their distinguished visitors and newly forged friends throughout the night, watching them leave with strands of cotton and polyester of every color trailing from each of their posteriors, scaly or furry, having made plans to meet again in each other’s worlds in the near future…Octavia knew that Loona agreed with the blue cat as wholeheartedly as she did.

The end of Anthro April! www.deviantart.com/arbitrarydr…

Concepts and characters suggested variously by grandslayer , @Xhthehedgehog16 and mlpfunfictionwriter : (Octavia and Loona from Helluva Boss; Krystal from Star Fox; Renamon from Digimon (and most certainly not Pokémon, c’mon, take it easy mon); and Mae and Bea from Night in the Woods. Characters are all of mature age and intelligence in the canon of this image).

Description
A knock on the window sounded; Octavia jumped, nervously glancing at the bright window. A familiar silhouette. The tapping on the window intensified; she hurried over and unlocked it. A flash of white fur swished past her. Out the window, she saw one of her father’s servants round the corner, looking around until he spots her. She waved, and shut the window.
“Lucifer’s balls, didn’t I say ‘unlock the damn window?’” huffed the hellhound, brushing leaves and twigs out of her fur.
“Sorry.” Octavia fiddled guiltily with the tassels on her pullover. “I’m such an idiot, I forgot, I was distracted—“
“Turn around.” When Octavia looked up, there was no anger; just the ghost of an evil grin on her friend’s face.
Octavia complied with a small smile, steeling herself. Her pullover was brushed aside; soft fingers with hard muscles teased their way down her waistline.
“Oh,” Loona said. “Is that two pairs I feel?”
Octavia felt the underwear she’d put on last slide over the panties she wore first, jumping a little at the sensation. “Baby blue…” Octavia jumped a little harder with a sharp, exhilarated breath as the inner pair. “…and a little farther in, purple with wavy lines. You came prepared.”
“Didn’t you?”
“One pair’s all I need. Whoever these new guys are,” Loona said with a low growl, halfway to being a laugh, “No way they can give or take harder wedgies than us Hell girls.”
Octavia looked at the summoning circle she’d drawn on the tiled floor, obscured under the rug. “You think they’ll come?”
“If that ‘Wadjet’ lady is full of shit and that drawing you copied doesn’t summon a roomful of wedgie girls…” Her panties pulled tighter a higher up her back, ruffling her feathers under her pullover. “You and I will have to do for tonight. Then we pay that lady a visit and show her a thing or two.”
“Loona, she invented wedgies,” Octavia cautioned. “Every wedgie ever given in every world is basically a prayer to her, that’s how she knows you, me and all these people we’re—“
Her beanie was swept off; she rocked her head back obligingly, knowing what was coming next. The wedgie tightened five times harder; she would have been lifted off the ground without Loona’s hand on her shoulder. The tail hole swept her tail feathers up, a little bit at a time, with little jerking motions that kept her breath fluttering like a bird between a gasp and an excited huff. Finally her hair was matted down by stretchy fabric, and the snap of a waistband on her forehead sounded the starting rapport of the night.
Loona spun the slender owl around, supporting her on her shaky legs, revealing a satisfied smile. “And we perfected them,” the hellhound said proudly.
“…And she’s a snake. She literally can’t get wedgies. No legs, no underwear. That’s why she invented it; she can use them on others, but no one could ever use it on her.”
“I’ll think of something.”
“Or you’ll get destroyed.” Octavia giggled, straightening up her posture, pulling the stretched panties even farther under her from the front. “I’d pay to watch that.”
“And if she wasn’t lying about this summoning circle of yours, you’ll get a free sample tonight.”
“There’s apparently two more canines,” Octavia said, leaning against the wall, trying to keep her neck limber despite the atomic wedgie pulling it back. “And a few more that might make it tonight. That’s what tonight is about. For both of us. Meeting new people, like us.”
“I’ve already been to one party with a bunch of hellhounds and wedgies before,” Loona muttered. “It wasn’t that great.”
“I heard about that.”
Loona looked at her with an instant mortified blush. “You did?”
“They were wankers,” Octavia spat. “Sounds like they got a flossing of their own. You say thanks to Queen Bee?”
Loona crossed her arms, frowning at the ground. Octavia stumbled over, putting a hand on Loona’s shoulder. “Well, I did, myself. Gave her an invite, too; she apparently felt some of what you were feeling, sounded like she might be interested. If she comes by, you should thank her.”
“I was gonna take care of it. I can handle myself.”
“I know. But it sure doesn’t hurt your rep to know Queen Bee herself has your back, does it?”
“Everyone thinks I’m a nerd who needs to be saved from nobodies.”
“But you are a nerd. Like everyone that’s showing up.”
“If they show up.”
“You really don’t trust Wadjet, do you?”
“Of course not. Some Egyptian goddess giving you portals to other worlds…she’s got to be playing us,” Loona said, exasperated. “In any world ever made, how could there ever be someone like us?”
A flash of light burst out behind them. They both turned to look at the spectacle as a yellow fox-like creature walked through; a thick growth of neat, tufted fur covering her chest, little zigzags under her eyes, and unclothes otherwise but for a pair of blue panties with swirls. She looked around, apparently dazzled, before her eyes landed on the two standing opposite her.
The fox took a few steps in, looking between the two of them for a moment. Loona tensed up, stepping back a bit with Octavia behind her, eyeing the creature’s claws and black eyes. The yellow creature stopped. “So sorry,” she said timidly, looking at Octavia. “Looks like I’m late to the party.”
Octavia stepped around Loona and walked up to the fox. “Only one way to fix that, isn’t there?” The owl reached around the creature, gripping her panties, almost hugging her. This was the first time Octavia ever this to anyone but herself and Loona. “My name is Octavia.” She looked at the fox askance, expectantly; the fox simply stood there; she saw a lot of things happening in her eyes, but her clawed purple-sleeved hands stayed out to the sides. After a long awkward moment, Octavia let go with one hand, took the fox’s floating hand and guided it to her second, unstretched pair of panties. “And you are?”
Something changed in the creature’s eyes, and the claws slowly closed around her waistband. “Renamon,” she said.
The two of them pulled.
“Whoo!” Octavia exclaimed as she left the ground immediately, feet dangling.
“So sorry,” Renamon said quickly, letting her down. “You’re lighter than I thought.” But Octavia was laughing, and blushing.
Loona stepped up. “Try me on for size, big girl.”
Renamon peered at the hellhound, then reached around her, their noses inches apart. “Renamon.”
“I heard.” In the flash of an eye, Renamon’s underwear were taken in two white-furred hands and propelled upwards. “Loona,” said the hellhound, lifting the yellow fox a foot off the floor.
Renamon laughed, tail swishing. “Nice meeting you.” She leaned forwards, reasserted her grip on Loona’s waistband, and extracted about half a meter of bright green spandex from Loona’s shorts, pulling herself back down to the ground. The two of them strained against each other for a moment, brows furled but each smirking, both of their panties getting higher and higher.
Another flash of light interrupted them; they each let go, underwear snapping back into place. Two figures stumbled in, one of them ending up on her face, and the second stooping to pick her up.
“Mae, no, this is the weirdest—what are we even—“ and a gasp. The crocodile still on her feet froze; her mouth dropped open. The cigarette clenched between her teeth barely held onto her lip.
The one on the floor looked up: a blue cat with a circle on her shirt that made her look more plump than she probably was. She saw Octavia, did a double take down to her underwear, and her face lit up immediately. “It worked! It actually fucking worked! You’re-OW!”
The cigarette had fallen out of the crocodile’s mouth and landed on the cat’s head. She rolled to the side, frantically scuffing at her hair. “Bea, watch out!”
Loona and Renamon walked around Octavia, up to the pair. “You in the right place?
“I told you it was real!” the blue cat said to the crocodile. “You know what this means.”
“No, you—how could I—in front of—“ the crocodile was blushing furiously.
“We’re all over eighteen here, right?” asked Renamon. “Just making sure.”
“Yeppers!” said the cat. “I’m Mae, that’s Bea.”
“You came here for the wedgies, right?” Loona asked, towering over the smaller two.
The crocodile shrank back. “No! I mean, I wouldn’t—I was just—Mae and I were just—I just wanted to see…” She dropped her nose, blushing. “…Yes.”
“Of course!” exclaimed the blue cat. “Who’s the magic lady?”
Octavia raised her hand uncertainly, with a glance at the yellow fox, who shrugged.
“Are you gonna give us magic wedgies?”
“I don’t think I can,” Octavia said. “But even if I could…nothing beats the old fashioned way.”
“Old-fashioned is cool too,” the cat chirped. “I feel like I’ve seen you in a game somewhere!”
Renamon fiddled with her waistband. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Not me, though. I don’t live in a ball.”
“Wait, behind you, is that a…wow!” Mae had spotted the hook and pulley Octavia had affixed to the ceiling hours before. The crocodile and cat looked at it. “Dibs,” Mae said. “Bea, come on!”
“That’s…extreme.” The crocodile was breathing heavily, staring at the hook. “No, I…”
Octavia tapped her on the shoulder. “Then we’ll go slow. Hi, I’m Octavia.” She reached around the crocodile, but realized she was wearing a dress and not pants, so she was just patting her rear. “Oh, sorry.”
The crocodile tittered nervously. “That’s…okay. I’m Beatrice Santello. But…Bea is fine.”
“We already know a Bee,” Loona said brusquely. “And she’s a Queen. We’re saying Beatrice. Now come on, this isn’t a one-way street kind of party.” The hellhound hoisted up Beatrice’s dress. She gasped, but let it happen. Octavia could reach what lay underneath: a dark purple thong.
“You take mine,” Octavia said as Mae ran up to Renamon, gabbling about something. “You give one before?”
“Yeah. To her,” Bea said, looking with mild irritation at her cat friend. “But more often, I got them.”
“Then let’s try together,” Octavia said, trying to calm her down. “That’s why we’re all here, right?”
The owl and the crocodile exchanged a brief, cordial wedgie. “Thanks,” Beatrice said.
Octavia tapped the exposed panties at her waist. “Care to hang me up on the wall?”
Bea froze awkwardly again, still flushing beet-red. “Uhh…”
“Go ahead,” Octavia wheedled gently. “Unless you’re too weak?”
Octavia backed up to the wall. Bea slowly pushed up, sliding her hands up the wall towards the conspicuously placed hook above her head height that looked a little out of place on the wall because she’d screw it in herself that very day. Octavia’s second pair of panties were getting close to tight enough ti lift her, but were just barely below the threshold for liftoff. Bea struggled awkwardly for a second. “I…actually don’t think I’m strong enough,” Bea grunted shamefully.
“Oh heaven, I can’t watch this,” Loona said, and gripped Bea’s thong. Bea squawked as her underwear shot up her ass like a bowstring, flipping her folded dress aside and exposing two plump teal buttocks. Her arms jerked up; Octavia knelt as far as she was able and jumped; her outer waistband slid over the metal, and caught fast. Bea fell down as Octavia levered forward, still in her old atomic in one pair, and hanging by her second pair three feet off the ground. Bea was pulled back by her thong, sliding over the polished floor in a seated position.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it Beatrice?” Loona asked as Mae roared with laughter in the background. “Now I heard Mae back here mention the two of you had a bet going.”
“She didn’t think this was real!” Mae cackled mischievously. “And I said, if it is, she and I are gonna hang together like buddies!”
“And you, proud owner of the only thong in the room, dropped your cig on Via’s floor,” said the hellhound, dragging Bea back to the hook. “So I think you’ve well and truly earned your role as our new chandelier.”
“W-wait, I can’t…I haven’t been hung since…” Bea bowed her head, still sliding over the floor. “Ugh, fine. At least Mae’s gonna be up there too.”
“This is gonna be so good!” Mae said giddily as her underwear and Bea’s were tied in a knot and looped over the hook. Bea put up a real show of protesting with each yank up as Renamon, Loona, and another newcomer with blue fur and gold armor pieces pulled on the rope to hoist the pair up to the ceiling by their entwined underpants, leaving them to dangle much like Octavia, but the sharp-eyed Goetia, even from her compromised dangling position, could see the same excitement as the cat’s bubbling just under the surface of the goth. Protesting the wedgies was as much fun for her as the wedgies themselves; an unspoken rule, Octavia decided, she would not call out.
And with every passing glance the sisters by bond stole at each other through that night of praising Wadjet, to check on how the other was doing; as the guests kept appearing one by one; as the three suspended partiers were finally let down out of their hanging wedgies and replaced by the other willing guests, so that everyone had a chance to rest—or to play Atomic Limbo and the centaur wedgie race and the other games Octavia had planned; as the sizable pile of cheap underwear Loona had brought shortened and shortened; and as they finally said goodbye to their distinguished visitors and newly forged friends throughout the night, watching them leave with strands of cotton and polyester of every color trailing from each of their posteriors, scaly or furry, having made plans to meet again in each other’s worlds in the near future…Octavia knew that Loona agreed with the blue cat as wholeheartedly as she did.

The end of Anthro April! www.deviantart.com/arbitrarydr…

Concepts and characters suggested variously by grandslayer , @Xhthehedgehog16 and mlpfunfictionwriter : (Octavia and Loona from Helluva Boss; Krystal from Star Fox; Renamon from Digimon (and most certainly not Pokémon, c’mon, take it easy mon); and Mae and Bea from Night in the Woods. Characters are all of mature age and intelligence in the canon of this image).