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By the heavy weight over my lids I could tell the night was about to die. I don't like clocks on my studio, they're distractful, especially when I'm writing. Time isn't important, it never has been, just what you do with it. And this was indeed a fructiferous night, I wouldn't restrain myself and let it end without me finishing my affairs. So I carried on writing, the sound of both my pen and keyboard echoing through the book-filled, but otherwise empty room.

A moment later -long or short I can't remember- I heard the imponent sound of the old wooden door. I kept on writing, acknolowdged another presense I had already, but I was in trance. It's certainly an odisee to get myself out of those. Steps echoed close, and so did the giggles.

"It's late enough, don't you think?" the voice pierced my trance, but I didn't glanced up. Carried on writing, with a mumble or two. "Don't make me take meassures" the voice said again, threatening but sensual. And again the giggle. With awoken interested I grimmaced above my glasses and from the corner of my eye, and an immediate grin surfaced at the godly appealing, half-naked, golden vulpine. My mouth watered and body ached in anticipation as I abandoned my desk, the grin on my face wider. "Ah, so you comply"

"Well, how can I say No if you're like this? Strings and all" I followed the fox, who was already making way to the bedroom while swaying his hips and tail accordingly with his steps. I had forgotten, I was owing him a treat. And of course writing can be done any other time.

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Haha, writing this was almost as fun as drawing the pic. Hope you like it, fox. And please, PLEASE forgive me if I made your cloack look like a night gawn. But well, it looks good, don't you think?

Oh, and I'm sorry for the rough lineart, my scanner isn't working -my brother's scanner ¬¬...- so I used a camera. Thank the gods I have a steady pulse. The background pic I took Saturday I went to the Historical Archives. The place itself was artistic, and I couldn't resist shooting it -that's why I never have a camera around, there'd be no stopping me- I intentionally took the pic out of focus so I wouldn't need Photoshop to get that blurry/dreamy effect.

And YEAH! He's wearing a thong! So? I like thongs, and I'll sell myself to the one who comes here and tells me Fel doesn't look sexy on that. Serious!

Okay, I'm a bit hyper now.... baaaaai

Description
By the heavy weight over my lids I could tell the night was about to die. I don't like clocks on my studio, they're distractful, especially when I'm writing. Time isn't important, it never has been, just what you do with it. And this was indeed a fructiferous night, I wouldn't restrain myself and let it end without me finishing my affairs. So I carried on writing, the sound of both my pen and keyboard echoing through the book-filled, but otherwise empty room.

A moment later -long or short I can't remember- I heard the imponent sound of the old wooden door. I kept on writing, acknolowdged another presense I had already, but I was in trance. It's certainly an odisee to get myself out of those. Steps echoed close, and so did the giggles.

"It's late enough, don't you think?" the voice pierced my trance, but I didn't glanced up. Carried on writing, with a mumble or two. "Don't make me take meassures" the voice said again, threatening but sensual. And again the giggle. With awoken interested I grimmaced above my glasses and from the corner of my eye, and an immediate grin surfaced at the godly appealing, half-naked, golden vulpine. My mouth watered and body ached in anticipation as I abandoned my desk, the grin on my face wider. "Ah, so you comply"

"Well, how can I say No if you're like this? Strings and all" I followed the fox, who was already making way to the bedroom while swaying his hips and tail accordingly with his steps. I had forgotten, I was owing him a treat. And of course writing can be done any other time.

---

Haha, writing this was almost as fun as drawing the pic. Hope you like it, fox. And please, PLEASE forgive me if I made your cloack look like a night gawn. But well, it looks good, don't you think?

Oh, and I'm sorry for the rough lineart, my scanner isn't working -my brother's scanner ¬¬...- so I used a camera. Thank the gods I have a steady pulse. The background pic I took Saturday I went to the Historical Archives. The place itself was artistic, and I couldn't resist shooting it -that's why I never have a camera around, there'd be no stopping me- I intentionally took the pic out of focus so I wouldn't need Photoshop to get that blurry/dreamy effect.

And YEAH! He's wearing a thong! So? I like thongs, and I'll sell myself to the one who comes here and tells me Fel doesn't look sexy on that. Serious!

Okay, I'm a bit hyper now.... baaaaai