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731926 No. 731926 ID: 9f43ca

God. What a headache.
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No. 732017 ID: 4854ef

fox!
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No. 732018 ID: 200411

Fox. Female.
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No. 732027 ID: 3740b1

>>732018
Female. With a penis.

>.>
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No. 732039 ID: 91ee5f

Fox
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No. 732061 ID: 9f43ca
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732061

You don't know what you were expecting, really.

It's your face. Same as always. Not even Sheryl could get you to wear makeup, so there's nothing to touch up there. You have to admit, though, your arms look pret-ty good right now. That definition! That tone! Go on, give a little flex.

...You might be a little bit tipsy, after all.

Speaking of which, may as well relieve yourself while you're here. You turn, about to head for the furthest possible stall, but something... stops you.

The two revelers in the occupied stall couldn't not have noticed your entry, but they've only gotten bolder since you came in. Scuffles, rhythmic slaps, and progressively less-muffled moans ring out clear as day a scant few feet away from you. Gross. Gross! And yet...

Why can't you turn away?
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No. 732063 ID: 9f43ca
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732063

"Mmm... ffh--"

Why?

You latch the stall door behind you as quietly as you can and stand there for a moment just holding your breath. It doesn't matter -- as focused as your neighbors undoubtedly are, they couldn't not have heard you, sensed you. You can see their feet under the partition; surely they can see yours too.

Why! wails your brain again. And honestly, you have no earthly clue. What you do know is that those noises are getting louder, faster, wilder, and dear god they're right up against the stupid flimsy bathroom-stall wall that you can reach out and touch, if you wanted to (and oh gosh you do sort of want to)--

> What are you doing just pee and get out of there
> What are you doing
> ???????????
> ?????


aaaaaaaaah! aaaaah, i'm so sorry! you see, i drew these last night before the whole flood of votes for the fox came in and have i mentioned this is my first quest and ugh wow gosh i'm sorry! anyway since you guys like her so much we will see her again, i promise! keep faith!! and please forgive me ;~;

(actual spoiler): all you herm voters please do not fret though~
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No. 732064 ID: a075ba

I vote ???????????. Definitely.
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No. 732065 ID: 3e182c

>>732064
You Fool! That many Question marks? You'll kill us all!

>?????
It's the Obvious Choice.
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No. 732066 ID: 1161c2

Pleasure yourself while you listen to the action, if your feeling brave, ask to join in.
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No. 732067 ID: 398fe1

>>732063
Touch iiiiiiit
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No. 732074 ID: 35b7a2

Realize that that's probably Sheryl and feel even more awkward.
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No. 732085 ID: 15a025

Just pee.
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No. 732089 ID: d36247

Yeah, they know you're there for sure, and it is probably what drives the thrill. They probably want it to bother you as a little game. You need to calm yourself down and act a chill as possible about it. First thing a chill person needs to do is not stand in their stall for an extended period not using the toilet so get with doing your business.
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No. 732103 ID: 91ee5f

Put your mouth on your arm and then blow onto your arm to make an obnoxiously loud farting noise. They might leave if they're afraid of smelling something.
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No. 732104 ID: b2d501

You may want to run.
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No. 732161 ID: c6dfde

Take a peeek, simbaaa!
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No. 732458 ID: 3740b1
732458

Let's see what you're working with sister.
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No. 733315 ID: 9f43ca
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733315

>Realize that that's probably Sheryl and feel even more awkward.
Yeah, that would be weird, maybe. Thankfully, though, that's definitely not Sheryl. You don't think you know anyone who hasn't heard that girl moan at one point or another.


When you hoist up your miniskirt with one fumbling hand it crumples around your waist like it was made to -- which, realistically, it probably was. The panties require even less effort: they're already bunched up to one side, and a quick flick of a finger is all it takes to get them out of the way.

Your member bobs invitingly, and you reach down in acquiescence. Callused digits wrap gently around the sensitive flesh.

You couldn't pee if you wanted to, you rationalize. Might as well--

"Mmnaaaahh!"

The noise tears a gasp from your lips and your cock twitches in sympathy. Your fingers tighten reflexively around it, and suddenly you're moaning quiet little moans and your hand is rolling, squeezing, pulling, and oh god, what if they hear you --

...What if they hear you? After all, they haven't exactly been shy. It's almost like...

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No. 733318 ID: 9f43ca
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733318

Huh.

You're not dumb. You swear. And you're not some blushing virgin either, okay? You're just not familiar with this... kind of... thing! The thing where people -- where they --

Fuck. Fuck. The girl on the other side is moaning again, and your dick is definitely enjoying it, and shit, you guess you've still been stroking yourself this whole time, and you really just wanna throw your head back and let go. You groan a little, experimentally, and something inside you falls neatly into place.

Whatever this is, it feels good; it feels right. You let your throat do what it wants and all manner of lewd noises spill forth, deep groans and sharp gasps and everything in between. Your neighbors' voices rise in chorus with yours and with each others', one girlish and shrill, the other self-satisfied, sultry. You lean your back against the wall, their wall, slumped and spread-legged -- your tail curls its way under the partition, its tasseled tip flicking about, and if that really was something soft it just brushed, well -- you're a bit too preoccupied to mind.

You screw shut your eyes, and the warm darkness behind your lids swims with murky figures rutting gleefully, shamelessly. It's almost a game, this speculation, matching image to sound -- and the louder your own moans, the more material your lascivious neighbors kindly supply. Your tail finds something thick and soft and twines with it, whips and thrashes along with it, clasped together like a pair of lovers' hands. Through the link you can feel every pound, every jerk that crashes through her body; aftershocks eddy up your tail in waves and come to rest at the base, tingling pleasurably.

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No. 733319 ID: 9f43ca
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733319

You have no idea how long this goes on for; only that it's long enough for your concepts of time and place to fade to shadows, for your world to narrow to one of pure sensation and sound. At length, though, your cries give way to hushed mewls and whimpers as your focus shifts gradually, inexorably away from the journey and toward the destination.

You're not the only one -- deep, shuddering thrusts rock your shared partition, each undoubtedly a full and glorious hilting, and every one faster, fiercer than the last! You match them stroke for stroke, wrist thwap-thwapping against your pelvis, until the pace alone leaves you slack-jawed and shuddering and shit, just a little -- bit -- more...

"Cuh!--mnnn--come for me, baby," that voice rings out, breathy, pleading, from inches behind your ear. "Come for me, come for me, come for me--"

It's so low now, her voice, after that cacophony of moans, but oh, you can hear it, oh fuck can you hear it – you don't know if it was meant for you or for her partner but good goddamn does it do the trick either way. Your hand takes flight, a yellow blur over your throbbing shaft, and all the while she's echoing herself mindlessly, ceaselessly, like a broken thing: cum for me cum for me cum for me in a voice made of honey and breathless desire, catching, breaking as those powerful thrusts wring gasps from her throat, and each iteration louder and wilder and more desperate than the one before --

Stars explode behind your eyelids as your legs tremble, nearly buckling, and you toss back your mane of curls and let loose the most obscene noise you've ever made -- it rings out through the empty restroom, an unearthly admixture of every lewd sound a throat can produce all at once. A shuddering heartbeat later your neighbors' voices rise together in turn, a shared crescendo, and for one indelible moment their combined pitch matches yours in a clarion chord so perfect you swear you hear overtones echo down the stalls, crisp and sweet and pure.

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No. 733320 ID: 9f43ca
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733320

You look down at yourself in time to watch the last trickle of milky-clear jism ooze forth and disappear over the curve of your glans. You're lightheaded and your ears are ringing and so you can't tell if that last wild exultation is still echoing, bouncing between tile and hard plaster. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

And then, suddenly, you're giggling to yourself, orgasm-addled, giddy and effusive, shoulders rocking even as your body shivers from the rush. Hushed voices ebb and rise across the wall in post-coital intimacy, and you don’t mind it one bit, except -- how silly! How, just -- beautifully, fantastically absurd! You hear a chuckle or two float up from the other side and in that moment you'd tell these people anything, anything, so long as they never see your face.

Your hand is a mess. The toilet is a mess -- in some triumph of sensibility you must have aimed for it without noticing, though it didn't end up doing much good. There's a little bit on the opposite wall. You wad up some toilet paper and mop it all up as best you can, to the soft sounds of zips and shuffles from the stall next door.

Then they leave, just like that, and you consider following but you can't think of any way for that not to be the world's most awkward encounter and besides you're weary, wrung out; that lazy, bone-tired feeling you get after a really good session.

And, uh. You guess it was pretty good.

You flush the wad, and the roar of the toilet is drowned out by a blast of grinding techno as the bathroom door flies open in their wake. Oh. Right.

It’s probably best to get out of here sooner rather than later. Where to?

> The bar. A drink would be nice, and you’re more likely to spot Sheryl from there.
> Outside. You’re not much for smoking, usually, but you could definitely go for a cigarette right now.
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No. 733323 ID: f5d381

The bar first. If Cheryl comes out for a smoke we can easily go join her outside (plus we may find some cutie to flirt with a bit while we wait)
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No. 733326 ID: 15a025

The bar.
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No. 733327 ID: a075ba

>>733320
The bar.
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No. 733358 ID: 801989

If there's smoking allowed inside, you could get that much-needed cigarette at the bar. You can start with "do you have a light?" and get them a drink as a thank you. This seems like that kind of place.

(Going to have any problems getting things tucked back away after that?)
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No. 734367 ID: 9f43ca
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734367

>Going to have any problems getting things tucked back away after that?
Well, you've got a bulge. It is a tight skirt. It's normal, though.

As you make your way over to the bar there's a sway in your step that wasn't there before. You thought you'd be feeling pretty embarrassed right about now, but... nah. You're just feeling -- well -- good.

The bartender is a lovely gazelle. She moves with a fluid grace that's both businesslike and feminine -- curt, controlled, but elegant in its minimalism. She calls out to you while wiping down a glass.

"Welcome back, hon. What can I get for ya?"
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No. 734374 ID: 9f3729

>>734367
one Macho Mojito, please
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No. 734380 ID: 8ae26f

Tell her someone might need to mop up in the ladies bathroom. It sounded like someone was being pretty messy in one of the stalls.
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No. 734389 ID: b2d501

"Hangover eggshake. I'll pay twenty bucks."
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No. 734417 ID: 398fe1

>>734367
How about a Roll in the Hay, beautiful?
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No. 734425 ID: b2e14f

"I'll take 'a thumb in ass' (an actual drink) and a few minutes of your time sexy."
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No. 734439 ID: 15a025

Straight up hard liqueur.
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No. 734485 ID: 9aff56

Id say just go for another cosmopolitan.(i dont know any other innuendo drinks) That bout of vigorous exercise might have sobered you up a bit, but keep in mind you're on drink no. 3; just know your limit and dont get floored.
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No. 734486 ID: 9aff56

Oh, wait. Ask whats her style of a Sex on the beach. There are so many ways it's done. (The drink has a lot of variations)
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No. 734494 ID: 7b4d07

>>734486
>her style of a Sex on the beach
>sex
>on the beach

I am going to use this as a pick up line.
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No. 734496 ID: 3e182c

>>734367
I-Is she glowing with gazelleness?

Also say this:
>>734486
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No. 734497 ID: ffc3fa

Whatever drink you ask for, don't speak loudly enough to be heard over the music so she has to lean forward and yell "what?" and you can look down her blouse.
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No. 734500 ID: ffc3fa

Strike up a conversation with the person next to you about your Pokemon.
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No. 734654 ID: a075ba

Wow this is gonna be a quick refractory period.

>>734367
A tall glass of you?
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No. 734659 ID: 398fe1

Ask what her name is.
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No. 734797 ID: b74dba
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734797

"Your name," you say with a crooked smile, and maybe she reads lips, because you can barely hear yourself over the thumping music -- but she chuckles, and her laugh is just like the rest of her, all down-to-earth, no-frills femininity.

"It's Annette, love. Thanks for asking." She's smiling back. She takes a step toward you and asks again, leaning forward over the counter: "Did you have a drink in mind, too, hon?"

You resist the urge to look down her shirt. You're a classy lady, okay? Poised. Self-possessed.

"I'll have, a, uh, 'Sex on the Beach'?" you upspeak, millenial-style, after racking your mind for names of drinks that you're reasonably sure actually exist. "However, um. However you like to... to do it? To make it. However you wanna make it."

There's that chuckle again -- and before you know it, your drink is done, glowing like a cold ember in your hand as you sip experimentally.

It's good. Fruity. Strong. You make sure to tip well, and Annette treats you to a wink before bustling over to serve someone else a few seats down.

> Introspect. (choose topic)
> People-watch.
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No. 734798 ID: 9f3729

>>734797
suddenly and vividly recall that time in high school you popped your first boner in gym class and got sent home on "sick leave" by your very understanding gym teacher
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No. 734799 ID: a4ec41

Take out your action figures and play with them at the bar to pass the time.
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No. 734800 ID: a4ec41

If you foolishly didn't bring your action figures to the club, turn around and scope out girls' bulges. Zero in on the biggest one.
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No. 734828 ID: 7849e5

People watch. Keep an eye out for your friend, or anyone that seems special.
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No. 734838 ID: 15a025

People watch.
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No. 735202 ID: 6256a9

People watch
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No. 736710 ID: ee138a

Bulge watch.
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No. 736719 ID: 6518d8

>>736712
What the actual fuck
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No. 736725 ID: c43722

>>736719
It's a spam post. Ones with the exact same links showed up in the /draw/ and /tg/ boards as well. Reported it for removal.
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