<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4rRz029.png)(http://orig04.deviantart.net/245a/f/2013/027/7/1/los_lobos_by_artmagix-d5syz8k.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laica and Calitorn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13403161#msg13403161)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, Laica L5 and Calitorn K5<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shahazadi, Open<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Laica 24/Calitorn 27<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 11/17, TAC: 11/11, FFAC: 10/16, CMD: 11/18<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +3/+4, Ref +3/+2, Will +3/+3, Init +1/+5, Perc +0/+0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A nine strong bouquet of white fluffies pulled Calitorn's gaze from his fox to spot the approach of another friendly vixen. Her intention was written all over the girl’s eagerly twitching fingers. Calitorn gave Shahazadi an approving smirk. The mute demi-human, though shy with him, seemed to posses a healthy amount of the quality he valued most in people; love for Laica. She was the sort of friend he wanted Laica to have. All in on ensuring the ambush carried maximum impact Calitorn sank his digit deeper, drawing Laica's muzzle open with a muted moan of surprise she just barely managed to mute. Surprise she couldn't keep muffled when a soft hug with a few squeezes of her tits.<br/><br/>"Hyap!" Laica gasped. Pressure disappeared from her panties. Her attention made a beeline towards the presumed culprit behind her. Before she could see a single white tail Laica spotted a gentle touch against her cheek and a tightening hug. "Oh..."<br/><br/>She knew this fluffy creature. Though a hug wasn’t enough to dispell the heat Calitorn had roused in her it could take her mind off of it for a moment and relax her. Laica leaned into the hug. She liked this fluffy creature (though then again, she liked most fluffies.) "Hehe..." Cute little thing - poor little thing. She couldn't speak, but still tried her very best to get herself through and be friends. Laica replied back in earnest with her cheek, rubbing her soft coat against Shahazadi's skin. An orange fox tail slipped between her legs and licked wrapped affectionately around one, tip tickling the upper thigh. “Mmmm… Hello.”<br/><br/>“Good evening friend,” Calitorn said, calling his fox back to the mortal plane with a snap spank on the thighs. “Take a seat, please.” The way he gestured over Laica and the chair next to her very much implied Shahazadi could take her pick. “I have her sit upright for common decency’s sake, but if you prefer to sit on the muzzle I’m sure we can arrange that too. For some reason my pet gets so very compliant when you’re around, and all uppity afterwards. Why is that Laica?”<br/><br/>“I don-” Claws digging in to squeeze her thigh forced Laica to gasp for breath. “Haahh… Don’t know master.”<br/><br/>“Aah… A mystery. Well, if you care to explore it later there is always room,” Calitorn nodded at Shahazadi.