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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:50 pm
"The last time I touched someone's fur, I got a serious telling off. Granted, I thought she was wearing a costume at the time, but I'm not about to tempt fate," he answered smoothly.
He idly looked at his outstretched legs and the uncomfortably snug shorts he was wearing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:54 pm
"Dude, I ended up naked during Truth or Dare..." She began with a roll of her eyes, but soon she trailed off and a look of both realization mixed with a bit of sadistic amusement. "You left before then didn't you...?"
Oh the possibilities of torture that were currently flowing through her mind.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:00 pm
Oz's eyebrow quirked up, a cheeky smile forming on his ugly mug. Antony wasn't as human as the girl who stripped on the night, but he imagined her to be just as lovely...wait a minute! What was his mind thinking!? His hormones needed a serious reality check.
"I can't believe I missed it. Did I miss any other acts of debauchery?" he grinned.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:07 pm
"Well, she and I were... Ah, pressed up against eachother while we were naked," Antony said with a nonchalant shrug, as if two women buck naked and all up on eachother was no big deal. "We were going to kiss, but the party got interrupted I guess you could say."
Another shrug couldn't conceal her smirk or the amusement in her eyes, "So you didn't miss much then."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:14 pm
Antony's dismissal of two women touching eachother was almost sexy in itself, let alone the mental image that was then emblazoned on Oz's now testosterone filled brain. His entire posture shifted dramatically, from laidback to rapt attention.
"Seriously?" he asked, huge grin sweeping across his face. He unconsciously started ton inch a bit closer to Antony.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:25 pm
"Mhm," came the dissmissive reply during the course of pushing herself up onto her feet once more, tails swishing behind her in a sort of swaying motion.
Glancing down at Oz, Antony offered him a sweet grin before stepping towards him and stopping just in front of him. Her finger tips played lazily on the white fur just below her navel, as she made an inquisitive sort of noise. "What, have you never seen two women... Together like that?"
She pretended to seem mildly shocked, and even 'tsked' him under her breath as if it were a travesty. "I thought that was every guy's fantasy?" Nevermind she knew better than that, but this one seemed to like it. So, she played to his apparent likes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:35 pm
That somewhat self-confident and slightly moronic grin dulled slightly as Antony got up to approach him, and as if paralysed by the action, he just continued to sit there. Looking up at her. Quite the view.
"Well...errr..." he began, eyes locked on those slender clawed fingers toying with that fur, on a part of the body Oz liked to see - her navel. "...of course I have, but...magazines and movies don't exactly...compare to the real thing."
Was he nervous? Bashful? Of course he was! He liked to think he was charming and irresistable, but at the first sign of a woman advancing on HIM and he was putty in their hands.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:54 pm
"Alas, I much prefer cocks to p***y," she announced bluntly, letting one of her tail tips whack him upside the head playfully before patting him on the head.
Instinctively, at a time like this she moved to pull her smokes and a lighter from her pockets, but found that she had neither, causing her to curse under her breath. "I left them at home," the squirrel woman murmured, pouting down at him to appear just a bit younger than reality.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 5:21 pm
Her rather blunt comment shouldn't have come as a surprise really, considering her open-ness to talk about sexual experiences. But it still shocked him. It broke those images in his head of women being shy, polite creatures to be wooed and won over. Even though he'd met girls like Ant before, it always took him back to hear them swear or talk about sex.
"Well...thats a bonus then," he smirked but awkwardly.
Oz was still sat down, leaning back slightly on his hands now, looking up at Antony. He flinched slightly as she bopped him with a tail, almost missing her fumble for her cigarettes. His crooked nose wrinkled slightly - he'd never thought much of smoking personally.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:59 am
His comment didn't garner a response, but his nose wrinkle did cause her to give him a sheepish sort of grin, an act of course. "Everyone has their vices," she chuckled with a half shoulder shrug. "Besides, who cares about cancer when we're turning into ******** animals?"
In the end, cancer may just be a sort of blessing in disguise. That way, she'd die here on the island and ruin Moreau's experiment, or at least, his little multi-tailed albino squirrel what the ******** experiment.
The idea was forgotten just as quickly as it had come to her, and the squirrel woman occupied her hands by settling them on her hips right above the waistband of her exercise shorts. Slowly, a wicked grin crept up on her muzzle, "You know, I have some exercise equipment in my room that may be better suited for a man such as yourself..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:07 pm
Oz shrugged and chewed his tongue in a moment of reflection. She was right. If smoking was her vice, drinking was his. And she may take exception to his rather alcohol-fuelled past.
"You make a good point," he sighed, finding her comment a sharp reminder of what was happening.
Oz has this pecularity of somehow forgetting this situation, thinking it be some how normal. Was it the range of normal things he could do everyday? Was it the way people all seemed like normal people, save for a few skin colourations and extra bits? It only seemed apparent to Oz whenever someone brought it up. But his musings lasted a split second.
"You do? Like what?" he asked, displaying a rather child-like curiosity.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:24 pm
At his question, she looked contimplative, chewing on her lip ring ever so lightly as her teeth could now pack quite a punch if applied properly. "Well," she finally replied, "I guess you'll have to just come over to find out yourself now won't you?" A waggle of her eyebrows followed the teasing.
With a simply grin, Antony took a step or two back before turning and walking towards the door, making sure to add her physical feminine wiles to the equation during that short distance. Peering over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised expectantly, "Coming?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:44 pm
Well, that was an invitation for hijinks if Oz had ever heard one! Did it bother Oz that Antony was a furry-all-over giant squirrel? Well, taking a leaf out of her book - he was turning into an animal just like she was, so what did it matter? Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he was battling with this, but his hormones were winning out at the moment. He could only imagine, with boyish delight, what this 'exercise' would be.
Obviously quite enthusiastic, he scrambled to his feet and joined her at the doorway.
"Your own exercise equipment. That explains those legs," he said smoothly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:57 pm
It was good to see that she still had her womanly mojo, and though his eagerness reminded her of someone much younger, she brushed that and the rather lame pick up line aside for now.
Again, instead of gracing it with a 'witty' comment of her own, Antony slid on her sunglasses and pushed open the door. The walk to her duplex wouldn't take long, but the ever so subtle tail motions ontop of her usual sort of walk in such a situation would probably make it seem much longer to Oz.
Unlocking her duplex door finally, the squirrel woman motioned him inside and would shut the door afterwards. There were gnawed wood shavings in the trashcans and some poorly whittled animal figurines littering her coffee table and the countertop. Sketchbooks were spread out on several surfaces as well, and some were even open. In the corner were several packing boxes chock full of empty bottles, both soda and alcohol alike. Recycling possibly?
"It's a bit messy..." She apologized with a lazy shrug of apathy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 2:16 pm
Aislinn sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. For the past half an hour she'd been slowly working with her legs. Mostly stretches, but she'd managed to use the weight machines with only a couple of pounds before she found herself fighting not to scream in agony.
At current, she was lying on the ground with her legs propped perpendicular to her body, and reaching for her toes. Even this little bit caused twinges in her leg and her pelvic area, but she ignored it steadily. She was getting better, she knew it. Ever since her change she'd been feeling just a little less pain in her leg, and she was damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of it.
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