Fight or Flight
copier
· original author:
ex2000
As your sun is blocked you are shaken from your daze. the fluffy woman looks down at you. She's a bit rotund, and the bushy brown fur must be murder in this head, not to mention all that sand on her must be a nightmare to wash out... Why was she looking mad at you? The woman's rage was burning but her moves were calm and precise. "Get off this beach." she said in a threatening tone. "Otherwise... there will be consequences."

You were not going to let some big fur ball tell you where you could and couldn't go. She was a guest same as you, "Oh yea?"

Her Glare turns murderous but she calmly slides one of her foot claws across your back, giving you a mild scratch, but severing your top causing your breasts to spill out. "That wasn't a request" as you cup your swimsuit against your chest, you can tell she's certainly mad at you for some reason. You consider what to do.
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July 28, 2023
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