Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy
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				Title: <strong> Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 07:54:35</strong>
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				Alice Lowe, aka Monkling rolls her eyes in exasperation, "I don't <em>know</em> which one would win in a fight!" She insists, cutting her partner off for...probably the third time that night. It was a slow night, and the pair of them were stuck on foot patrol, down one of the tamer parts of the city. Which meant no small amount of boredom. In fact it was slow and quiet...the middle of the week, most folks are home getting ready for another day of work and school. There are the drunks of course. And the kids who don't have to worry about work, but the bars are downtown, as are the clubs. They best they'd be able to hope for was a domestic disturbance or if they were lucky a break in.<br>"Spiderfox and the Bat are just characters, they're not actually <em>real</em>!" She adds noticing him about gear up for some kind of protest. She knows she's sounding grumpy but but at least she knows also that her partner's used to the sullen tones. He should be, after all these years. She flicks an ear and glances up, "Oh, thank gods, an open cafe, didn't you say you need coffee?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 09:47:27</strong>
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				Stone grins. He'd know Monkling didn't care a flying hump about Spider-Fox or The Bat, no matter how many times he's explained that The Bat is really like a super detective with a mask and Spider-Fox is so easy to relate to it's plain silly. He also knew the ensuing "argument" would give them a chance to pass the time. His uniform is unbuttoned at the throat, technically a dress code violation but no one bothers to call him on it. Besides no one caring how he buttoned his shirt, it was a warm night.&nbsp; He thinks an iced coffee sounds just about like heaven. "Hey! Look, and open coffee shop, didn't I say I needed a coffee?" He grins and pushes through the door. He learned long ago to only hold the door for Monkling by seeming coincidence. He smiles at the barista, flirting a little as he orders up a iced coffee, lots of cream. He orders Monk her usual, Hazelnut, two creams, one sugar. He steps back, rocking on his heels, fighting the urge to whistle while they wait. What he does do is look at his partner from the corner of his eye. He knows it's not smart, for his career or life in general, to harbor any feelings for her. And yet....
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 11:49:34</strong>
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				Chihiro Yamada got up, groggy, and she was still tired. It was time for her first class of the day, her one of her chemistry classes. She combed out her long black hair and tried to concentrate. She'd had such a strange dream last night. She couldn't quite remember it. She decided to put it out of her mind. She had better things to do than dwell on animal-people. She had chem class to attend to. On went a pink tank top, a white blouse over that, tight blue jeans and black high-heeled shoes. She ponytailed her hair and got her book bag. She went to class, wandering through the sprawling cool campus, and she stayed in class. But the sleepiness stayed.<br><br>When she got out, she decided to hit a local café in town. Coffee. She got a mochaccino, sipping it and paying probably too much for it. She had a table that was usually saved for her; she was enough of a regular that the owner did that for her. She sat down in a remote corner by a large mirror. And fell asleep.<br><br>When she woke up, she was still in a coffee shop, but it was night-time. Her mochaccino was still in her hand. Her table looked like it was shut off with some dividers from the rest of the place. She got up to leave, but when she peeked out...<br><br><em>….oh no. </em> <br><br><strong>….oh. NO.</strong><br><br>She was hallucinating. That had to be it. There couldn't be another explanation out there. There were anthromorphs out there! Animal people! Had the pressues of school caused her to snap?<br><br>Unfortunately, someone was cleaning, and they moved the divider. And a woman who looked to be part eagle stared and let out a shrieking peal of noise, of fright. Chihiro squealed back. She bolted out and started running. She had to get out of here! She bolted straight for the door, past two wolf-like beings...
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 01:16:31</strong>
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				She couldn't help but smirk at Stone as he pushed past into the coffee shop, trailing behind him before the door starts to close. She'd learned long ago that she couldn't stop him from holding the door open for her, so she'd let him at least use the most subtle instance of it, and it'd worked pretty well for both of them. She hangs back by the door though as he makes the order, arms folded slightly doing a quick sweep of the room out of sheer habit. That's how she managed to see what...looked like a mostly shaven ape (well one can only assume seeing as how everything visible is shaven), a moment before the ape saw poor Glinda and let out a shriek fit to wake the dead before bolting. <br>Out of instinct the officer moves to block the door, using her wolfish speed to catch the creature before it could get far. It's never a good idea to have a panicked anything running loose on the street, screeching at nothing. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 01:38:37</strong>
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				Stone hears the shrieking and see the monkey with the odd shave job just a few seconds before it goes pelting by, and right into Monkling's waiting arms. He closes in, hand falling to first his gun, then his stun gun. He shakes his head a bit as Monkling grapples with the screaming ape. He'd been bored, sure, but he didn't want a drugged up whack job hurting Monkling to get over it. It's the only thing he can figure, bad trip on something nasty. He holds out his free hand, trying to talk over the screaming thing. "Hey! Hey! Calm the fuck down or we will drop you!" He doesn't come closer, wanting to give Monkling room to maneuver. 
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 06:54:41</strong>
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				Chihiro froze. The two things in front of her <em>were </em> wearing police uniforms. Okay. If she was hallucinating, it looked like the only thing her addled brain had changed was everyone's appearance. They were all animal-y and stuff. She didn't struggle when the female officer got ahold of her; she had been taught from a very young age to respect the authority of officers. She let the officer grapple her and take her down; it always hurt more to resist that sort of thing than to fight it. Besides, anything that wolf-like had to be pretty strong, and she was outnumbered. <br><br>It occurred to her to stop freaking out. There had to be an explanation. Every creature in the café was looking at her strangely, from the eagle-lady she'd pushed past to the two wolves before her. She knew she was in trouble. She had no clue what to do, and her first instinct was to argue, but judging from the incredulous stares, everyone seemed sure she was as mad as she thought she was.<br><br>She said, upset, "Where is this place?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 07:39:44</strong>
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				She flicks an ear and glances at Stone, shaking her head. What we need is a calm voice now, the creature's clearly upset and...<br>She stops, and takes a step back, letting go of the...well now that she takes a closer look, she can see it's a girl. And talking. Poor thing...the drugs kids do these days, Monkling wonders if they're ever really worth it. She keeps one paw on the girl's shoulder, nodding. "You're in Leo's Cafe on 3rd and Lemon...in San Angelo." She studies the woman, trying to check her pupils. "You remember what day it is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 07:47:49</strong>
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				He shakes his head, standing up as the girl relaxes in Monkling's grip. Gods and Daemons, what the hell is she on? She doesn't even <em>smell</em> right. He pops the mic on his radio. "Hey, dispatch? We got a possible 21-30 in progress. Officers 531 and 845 on scene, no backup required at this point." He clips the radio back to his belt and turns to deal with the frightened barista and crew. "Hey guys, why don't we step over here and let officer Monkling do her job, alright?" He leads the shaken counter help and Glinda back away from the dazed girl and his partner, talking in hushed tones.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 07:56:53</strong>
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				Chihiro stares at the paw on her shoulder for a moment, but she manages to not look too closely. She thinks about this. San Angelo? Then she was still home. Kind of. Except home definitely didn't have this.<br><br>She glances back at the male officer, a little frightened of him. But then back to the woman, and she says, "When I got up this morning, my calendar said it was Friday. I had classes to go to, so I went. When I got out, I went to a café, and I woke up here at night. I...I'm not so sure I'm in the same place I started." The back of Chihiro's mind is screaming at her to remember something from a long time ago, something helpful, but the rational side of her hits like a bullet.<br><br><em>Don't ask them why they look like animals. Don't ask. If you ask and they don't actually look like that, you're nuts. If you ask and they do, you still may be nuts. If you ask and they ask you why you look so strange, you've gone cuckoo for coco-puffs,</em> she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 08:19:57</strong>
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				She raises an eyebrow and nods slowly, doing her best to get the girl away from the group, and away from the front door. She leads her to a table on the other side, wishing for just a moment that she could have her coffee. <br>"Alright, well you're still in a cafe, just down the street from the college." She smiles warmly, careful not to show her teeth...which doesn't always have the desired, comforting affect. "I'm Officer M-" She cuts herself off and rolls her eyes slightly. <em>Damnit Stone</em>, "Officer Lowe. That's my partner, Officer Stone. We just want to make sure you're alright. Tell me, did any of the other students try to give you food or slip something into your drink? Did you bum a cigarette off anyone?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 08:27:19</strong>
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				He smiles reassuringly at Glinda. "So she wasn't there earlier?" Glinda informs him that <em>no</em>, in fact there hadn't been any odd apes in the shop when he and his partner had come in. He nods, taking notes. Thinking to himself that she must have slipped in behind them... but that didn't make sense. He'd have heard someone behind them, or seen them. He takes the statement all the same, checking and rechecking his facts and hopes to hell Monkling is having some luck with the poor girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 08:43:41</strong>
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				She shakes her head when Officer Lowe asks the questions. She says, "No. All I had was a mochaccino I bought from the café. I mean, I don't even stay around people enough for them to put things in my drink. But...I did fall asleep at the table by the mirror." That nagging thought. Her chemistry class thoughts were upsetting her. She realized the simplest explanation was the easiest. This was her world, the same world, but with animal-people. But that chem class thought...<br><br><em>....in any chemical equation, both sides of the equation must be balanced. If they equation you're writing appears unbalanced, then you're missing something important,</em> the memory of her teacher droned in her head. Chihiro suddenly asked, "Wait, was there a regular who sat at the table I was at? Someone who stayed a lot by that mirror? I know it sounds dumb, but it might help me figure out something."
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				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 08:50:33</strong>
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				Frowns slightly, and shrugs, flicking an ear. If she is drugged, then it might be best to allow her requests. Though the more time she spends with her, the less drugged she seems. She lifts her head, calling Stone over. She repeats the question for him, to see if he can get an answer out of the barista...and her coffee while he's at it.<br><br>She turns back to the girl, "What's your name hun? Do you have an emergency number we can call?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 09:06:17</strong>
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				He flicks an ear at the odd question, but shrugs and moves back to the cafe's crew. "Anyone a regular that uses the booth that girl was sitting in?" Glinda says nothing, but the barista says she remembers a quiet kind of fox girl that likes that booth. He takes the information, asking "When did you last see her?" unfortunately the barista can't remember. He nods, then asks the calming counter help if she wouldn't mind getting their orders. She's young, new, and pretty eager to get back to business as usual. He waits until he has their order, then asks for some water for the odd girl. He just manages to get all three back to Monk without spilling anything.
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 09:13:30</strong>
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				The human woman answers, "Chihiro. Chihiro Yamada." She frowns, thinking of foxes, and she says, carefully, "I think the last person I remember seeing was a fox woman." There is the faint remembrance in a dream of such a woman, a vicious cunning silver fox, persuading her to come through a mirror....<br><br>But she can't tell Officers Lowe or Stone that. They'll think she's crazier than ever. She sticks with the idea that the fox was the last person she saw. It's not untrue, <em>per se</em>.<br><br>Chihiro takes some water, when it's offered, and she sips on the cool beverage. She wants to ask why they all look the way they do, but she has no idea how. She makes sure to move away from the door, standing close to Officer Lowe. She's a little uncomfortable with Officer Lowe, who seems a little intimidating, but Lowe was nowhere as intimidating as Stone. But at the same time, she won't back down.<br><br>She finally says, after sipping her water, "Frankly, when I woke up this morning, I was fine. And...um....everyone looked like me. And now I'm here, and I look different from everyone else. I don't understand what's happened." She pushes an errant black lock of hair out of her eyes and frowns. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 09:27:47</strong>
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				Monkling takes her coffee from Stone with a sigh of relief. Now maybe things will make sense.<br><br>She sips at her coffee as she listens to the-to Chihiro. She notices the girl's reaction to Stone, a faint smile in her eyes. Everyone is always more intimidated by her partner than by her. Of course Stone liked that. Got them watching out for him instead. He'd taught her how to fight. In turn she'd taught him how to fight in a pair.<br><br>Still, neither of them were a threat to the girl, or anyone else in the cafe. <br><br>"You're gonna have to be more descriptive than a fox woman, if you ca-wait..." She stops and tilts her head. "You don't know how you got all...shaven?" Come to think of it, she doesn't look totally ape-like...or chimp-like. She stands a little straighter. And of course there's her face, and the lack of tail. She can't think of why she didn't think of this before...denial she supposes.<br><br>She glances at Kul, then&nbsp; around the cafe, suddenly wondering if this is the best place to have this conversation...
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 09:37:27</strong>
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				Stone becomes less and less interested in his coffee as Chihiro talks, taking note of the same things as his partner. An idea begins to bloom in his mind, and he loves it. Maybe she <em>isn't</em> an ape of <em>any</em> kind. Maybe she's an <em><strong>alien!</strong></em> <br><br>He resists the urge to wag his tail and looks over at the cafe's small crew. He turns back to Monkling and murmurs. "Maybe we should take her outside, some fresh air and a little privacy might help her along." He can't keep the excited note out of his voice, or keep himself from looking over the exotic stranger going by Chihiro.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 09:55:53</strong>
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				Chihiro notices how the two officers start looking at her strangely. Damn and double damn. So she is freakish here after all. She fidgets and says, "Ill go wherever you two think I ought to be. I have no clue where I'm supposed to go or what I'm supposed to do."<br><br>She stops, her brain processing something Lowe said. She blushes furiously, and she says, "I'll have you know I'm not <em>shaven</em>! I'm smooth! There's a difference. Everyone is like this where I'm from!"
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				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 10:01:49</strong>
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				She winces slightly at Chihiro's protests...even more so at Stone's excitement. Outside. Sure. She was going to suggest the precinct, but then again, outside is on the <em>way</em> to the precinct...<br>She shakes her head to Chihiro, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you..." She winces slightly. Where she's from...smooth...oh, Stone's gonna have a field day with this. "Stone's right, let's take a walk...we don't want to get folks worked up again..."
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 10:07:29</strong>
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				Stone's ears flick at the various insinuations that the strange girl is from <em>somewhere else.</em> He can't help it, his tail is wagging. It's finally happened! He's stepped right into an adventure story. <br><br>He moves and holds open the door, smiling with his lips closed. "Alright miss, my partner didn't mean any harm. We here at the SAPD don't have any problems with people from....away." He waits for the two to pass him before following along himself, thoroughly glad to be out on the street.
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 10:16:57</strong>
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				Chihiro follows them both, bemused as hell. She tries not to think about the fact they thought she was shaved. Well, they were furry! So....so there! When she steps out with the two officers onto the street, she realizes that everything is nearly exactly as she left it, only slightly different. But when she sees Stone's tail wag, she giggles. Did they wag when happy or something?<br><br><em>This is like my world, but as if made by a different culture</em>, she thinks. She kept trying to twist her head around to look at everything, trying to take it all in. "Where are we going?" she asks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 10:22:55</strong>
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				She can't help but roll her eyes again. She looks at Stone as she follows the girl out, one eyebrow raised. <em>Away?</em> She mouths, before turning back outside, doing a quick scan, ears perked to listen for a threat, again out of habit. <br><br>"For now? Just for a walk." She answers, leading them away from the cafe. Maybe the boring night won't be so bad now, they really don't want to have the weirdos over-hearing them just now. Well...the <em>other</em> weirdos...there's nothing she can do about Stone.
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 10:38:45</strong>
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				Stone follows, nodding happily. "Just a walk Miss Yamada. So, where <em>are</em> you from? And, while we're at it, how did you get here?" He asks the most obvious questions first, taking up the girl's other side as they move down the sidewalk.<br><br>He eyes Monkling, not sure what she's come up with on her own. He doesn't want to make his partner laugh at him in front of the alien, not with his first contact with a new civilization! He tries to remember all he can about the aliens in his books. When they're female, and not covered in armor, they tend to be peaceful. He wants to ask more questions, but doesn't want to spook the traveler.
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 10:57:11</strong>
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				Chihiro tries to think of a way to explain. She says to Stone, a little wary, "I don't think you'd believe me. I'm not sure I believe me right now. But the answer I have for you is: A place like this, but slightly different. My world doesn't have anything like what you both are, what the people in the café are. And I have a suspicion that your world probably won't have a clue what I am, either."<br><br>The stores are all the same, big gleaming lights and traffic all around. It's about the typical business of a San Angelo evening, except this is not her San Angelo. This looks like home, but it isn't home. A sense of sadness hits her under the bright lights of San Angelo. She was unhappy with her family, with her life, but this wasn't how she'd wanted to leave it. She needs to leave.<br><br>When Stone asks her how she got there, she shrugs and says, "I used to have dreams about exactly this. This place. People like you and Lowe. And now I'm here, courtesy of a mirror, I think. Or a dream. I'm not sure which."
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 11:07:42</strong>
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				She raises an eyebrow, swallowing all sorts of...unhelpful comments. She looks over at Stone, the look in her eye clear, even to the human. She's convinced the woman's mad...enough that she has no problem turning down the street that will lead them back to the precinct. It's for her own good. <br><br>Except...she really can't ignore how the girl looks. She's more than just...well smooth, as she put it. She's exotic. And there were the stories. Little more than internet porn, sick fetishists getting off on pictures. Not something she'd ever understood herself. Of course, Stone probably thinks she's an alien, or some kind of...of...super-villain or something. But what she's talking about is more like that episode of Star Trek, where Captain Kirk and Spock ran into alternate versions of themselves with different colored fur and cropped tails...<br><br>Great...now she's believing it herself. Maybe she oughta lock herself up while she's at it. She sighs slightly. "You realize how that sounds, right? I don't know about your world, but we don't have magic. Or...or Space travel or anything." Well she's not totally discounting the woman at least.
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				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 11:18:58</strong>
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				Stone frowns at Monk, stopping when he realizes what path they are on. He smiles at the girl, flashing his teeth without thinking about it. "Miss, if you'll stay right there, that's right just have a seat there. I need to have a word with my partner." He continues to smile as he leads Monk away, his back to Chihiro. His voice drops to a hurried whisper "Where do you think we're going? We can't take her down to the station! Look at her! She's <em>not</em> something they'll understand! They'll call the damned Feds and she'll be in some underground lockup by tomorrow morning! You know the chief isn't going to let her go when he hears her story, Monkling. Look, we're off shift in twenty minutes anyway. Let's call up dispatch, say everything is taken care of... do our paperwork and get her away from here before someone get's a good look at her." He's sure he's babbling, but he knows he's right anyway.
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				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 11:26:07</strong>
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				She nods to Miss Yamada and steps off to the side with Stone. It's all she can do to hear him out. If he weren't so damn cute when he babbled like that...She quickly swallows the thought, and shakes her head, keeping her voice low. "Damnit Stone this isn't one of your comics. I know it <em>sounds</em> like the X-Files, and you'd love for it to <em>be</em> that but it's not. This is real life! Just what the hell do you think we're going to do? Keep her in one of our closets while we figure out how to get her...get her back home, where-ever the hell that is?" <br>She takes a breath, realizing her voice is lifting again, and lowers it, used to most animal's extended hearing. <br>"You're right. The chief'll hold on to her. But for all we know the government's dealt with this before. We don't question that shit we just let them take care of it." <br>She glances back at the woman and sighs slightly. If Stone were right though...She shakes her head. "We don't know..."
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 11:36:19</strong>
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				He nods emphatically, nearly cutting Monkling off. "That right! We don't <em>know!</em> We need to know before we hand her to someone. Come on Monkling, you know I'm not crazy. <em>Look</em> at her! She isn't like us. She has this really fine hair all over, but it's not fur. She's not shaved, she just... looks like that. And her face, I mean, look at her face, Monkling! What else has a face like that? Nothing, that's what." He looks over his shoulder at Chihiro, then turns back to Monkling. "This isn't a comic book, you're right about that. If it was we could hand her to the authorities without having to worry too much because the good guys would pick her up. Or rescue her from the bad guys... but this isn't like that. All she has is us."<br><br>Stone taps his badge. "Protect and serve, Monkling. That's what we're supposed to do. Do you think we'd be serving her best by taking her in?" He lets the question hang, his face a perfect study in stubborn faith.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 11:47:15</strong>
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				She sighs deeply her chest heaving as she looks down, unable to look Stone's sweet earnest little face in the eye. Her ears flick about catching every sound even as she thinks over what he's said, her tail hangs down low. She wants to stomp the ground when she realizes he's right, like a child. "Damnit...I hate when you're right." She looks up again, pinning him with a glare. "Fine. But tell me this...what're we gonna do with her while we take care of our paperwork and change? Just hide her in a bush?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 12:06:35</strong>
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				He hesitates. He hadn't thought of that part. They had to put her <em>somewhere</em>. Somewhere out of sight and where she isn't likely to run into anyone else. A bush has it's merits... but he shakes his head. "The alley next to the station? No one goes back there. We do the paperwork as fast as we can and pick her up, then head for my place?" He tries to remember the last time he went shopping...<br><br>"Anyway," He continues. "It should only be a few minutes, quiet night as long as we don't say anything about her. I'm thinking we administered a sobriety test, found her competent and sent her home. What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 12:17:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs, bringing up both hands, rubbing the bridge of her nose, then her head. "If...<em>if</em> someone finds her back in that alley...I'm not going on some fool rescue mission." She drops her hands again, finally giving up. "My place though. It's closer, and I've got the pizza from last night, your fridge is basically an arctic home for mold..." The pizza isn't a whole lot, but at least it's a scosh more than what Stone has. She sighs again, turning back to the furless one...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 03:46:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro feels uncomfortable as she's left out of the conversation, but she accepts that its inevitable. They're police officers, and frankly, what they do will be up to them. She lingers where she was told to, until she sees a puddle, probably left over from a drenching rain, on the ground nearby. <br><br>She peers into it, and a silvery fox head looks back at her, cruelty and evil in her canine appearance. Nothing like Lowe or Stone's looks at all. Little does Chihiro know that this face is the face on thousands of wanted posters for violent kidnappings and assaults of people who were experimented on. If there is such a thing as a mad scientist, surely this fox is it.<br><br>“Enjoying yourself?” the fox asks.<br><br>Chihiro whispers, “Who are you? What did you do to me?” She tries to keep her voice down so Lowe and Stone don't hear, but she's not sure how successful she'll be at that.<br><br>The fox says, “We switched places. Our worlds are much alike, but subtly different, and the aether theories are perfectly valid in my world's physics, although I see they don't function on your world. I can't switch back with you even if I wanted to. The technology doesn't exist on this side. But your government has been...less than accommodating. Neither of us can use each other's residences, either, which is bothersome. At any rate, I only wished to tell you that you were a fantastic success, number 29. You were the only human receptive enough to dream aether using my mirror catalyst for me to switch with. The other ones all died.”<br><br>Chihiro stares in shock at the puddle. She has no clue what to say. The fox, arrogant, says, “Oh, tell Officer Stone hi for me. Tell him that the fox from the Dennam murder case is responsible for this. Both he and his partner should know about the infamous Dennam case. And if you need to prove you're not from there, show them the contents of your wallet. Pictures, money, license, oh my.”<br><br>Chihiro hisses, “Why would you help me? And I won't tell them any such thing. You just want to taunt them!”<br><br>The fox laughs and says, “I'm not helping. I'm saddling you on the police. Oh, and taunting, as you pointed out.”<br><br>Then the image is gone.<br><br>Chihiro stands in silence. When the two wolves turn back to her, she asks, “Are you two going to arrest me?” Why not use the evidence of where she's from? The fox had wronged her, but that fox also had a point that pictures of her loved ones and friends and stuff might prove she wasn't nuts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 10:34:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone smiles at Chihiro, walking back toward her. Guess that's decision made. "Why would we arrest you? Sure, you caused a bit of a scene back there, but no harm, no foul. We need to head toward the station though, fill out our papers for the day. We don't think you should be left alone out here either. And if, like you say, you aren't from here then you don't have anywhere else to go. So, we're going to take you home with us. If that's alright with you?" He glances at Monkling as he speaks, but mostly keeps his focus on the lost girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 10:42:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She speaks up quickly, should the girl misunderstand Stone, "You'll actually be going to my place. It's a bit cleaner, and we figure a little more comfortable." Had the girl been talking to herself before? She hadn't been keeping to close an eye on her, but she had heard her talking...perhaps a matter to bring up a bit later. "In any case, like my partner says, we see no reason to arrest you, unless you counted looking a little different, and Stone and I take pride in the fact that we've never had a reputation as&nbsp; speciest. We would like to offer you a roof over your head though. Until we figure out how to...get you back home."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 00:47:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro nods and says, "I think I would be a little more comfortable staying with you, Officer Lowe. And...and when there's time, I can prove I'm not from here. I really can. I promise." She shifts under the gaze of Officer Stone. She feels distinctly....odd....under his gaze. As if she isn't wearing anything at all. She feels safe around Lowe though, comforted even.<br><br>"But yes, I know I need somewhere to stay. Whatever arrangements you make, I'll be fine with."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone flicks an ear. Why does she look so uncomfortable.... smells it too. Why is she looking at him like that? He hasn't done anything but be nice. He smiles, then shrugs. "I already believe you. But I'd be happy to see anything else you have from where you're from!" His tail wags happily. "So, all we need you to do is just stay hidden in the alley next to the station until we can get out. Think you can handle that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:10:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro nods and says, "Sure. I'll wait there and keep out of sight. I'm getting the feeling that I might cause some serious problems just by being seen by the wrong people. Lead the way to the station, and I'll be more than happy to hide in the alley."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:16:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She's always somewhat astounded when folks seem so willing to go with her...especially with Stone being the much more personable one. She nods to Chihiro. "Yeah, right now we're thinking the fewer people who see you the better..." She thinks back on the cafe, wondering how many of them would remember...or worse, how many of them brought out their camera phones...The more she thinks on it the more she starts to worry...she'll have to bring it up with Stone later.<br>"There won't be many folks going down that alley. We'll just need to hop in, and sign out, change clothes. Shouldn't be more than 15 minutes." She checks her watch and shakes her head, "We'd better start walking again. The sooner we get you out of potential public eye, the more comfortable I'll be..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:23:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone nods and starts walking. He thinks it might be the uniform that makes people act odd around him. He doesn't get reactions like this when he's in his street clothes. He get's the feeling that Chihiro might still act like this anyway, but he isn't sure why. He stays quiet for the remainder of the walk, letting the girl get comfortable as she can.&nbsp; He isn't sure what they can do to help her now, but he's damn well going to try. For now he focuses on dealing with the paper work and getting this girl out of sight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:41:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro starts to feel amazingly better when the two officers seem in control and with a definitive plan. She starts to feel more comfortable as she walks, and she thinks how ridiculous it was to feel odd around Officer Stone. <em>Maybe it's just all these different situations happening at once making me that uncomfortable,</em> she thinks. She walks a little fast, making sure to linger near one of the officers so any passerby can't see her. The night is her friend in that regard. It was perhaps the only lucky break she'd got--that she'd somehow lost her day and woken up in that other world when it was darker. She stays quiet, feeling that all has been said that can be said at this point. <br><br>Chihiro darts down the alleyway when its in sight, and waits for Lowe and Stone.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:48:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lowe walks quietly herself, as seems to be the attitude for just the moment. After all, no one else is talking and other questions can wait until later. She starts to point down the alleyway, but the girl ducks down it the moment it becomes clear on her own. She shrugs slightly and glances at Stone, the look on her face pretty clear. <em>What in the world...worlds? world have we gotten ourselves into?</em><br><br>Still she ducks inside, managing to make it to the door herself first. They'll just be a few minutes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:59:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He ducks in behind Monkling. Hurrying through the paperwork, then nearly running to get changed. He waits by the front door until Monkling joins him. They only take a few moments to sniff out Chihiro in the alley. When he spots her he smiles. "Right. So we'll head to Monkling's place and go from there. Don't know what we'll do from there, but I'm sure some brilliant plan will come to mind." He smiles all the wider, tail wagging. "And you can tell us more about you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 03:35:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro lingered in the alley, nervous, until Lowe and Stone came back out.<br><br>She follows them to Officer Lowe's place. She asks, after a few minutes, "I just...I'm curious. If I'm not like the people here, why aren't you both reporting me or turning me over to the government or something? Not that I want you to. It's just that where I'm from, I guess our own police officers wouldn't be as kind. Ours are kind of known for being kind of jaded and corrupt."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 04:04:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She snorts lightly, shaking her head. "Yeah, lot of ours are too. Unfortunate side effect of evolution is sentience, and self-awareness...and a forgetfulness of others." She stops then, biting back her regular old argument about our ancestors and loyalty. No need to completely scare her right off the bat. "You got lucky, s'all. Stone here...he's a firm believer in just about all you keep saying...other worlds, alien races...and he knows just what to say to get me to go along with his schemes. And honestly, I'm still not entirely certain it would be <em>cruel</em> to turn you over to the government..." <br>She glances over at Stone and sighs at the look in his eyes, straightening her t-shirt. Even out of uniform she's acting like she's on the job. "I won't, and I don't want you to worry about me changing my mind. I don't ever go back on my word."
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 04:27:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;He watches Monkling, oddly touched by her description of him.&nbsp; He tugs as his own button up as a reflex to Monk straightening her own clothes. He nods, looking a little shamefaced. "Yeah, I always have. It's just a thing I have in my head. And Monkling is the most honorable person I know. She's agreed, so it's set." He smiles, walking the familiar path toward Monkling's place. He walks a little ahead, occasionally peeking back at the girls as they walk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 04:31:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro's entire demeanor softens at the reassurances. For her, it's touching, as her own family never showed such a level of care and regard for her. But she won't tell these two strangers that. <br><br>A fleeting image whispers across another nearby rain puddle. The silver fox, watching her. Chihiro wonders how they can even be linked still, if the technology the fox used doesn't work on the human Earth. She decides that perhaps something about her, Chihiro, is personally fuelling it. She hopes she's wrong.<br><br>Chihiro looks at the way the two officers behave and suddenly smiles, blushing a little. "May I ask you both a question? It's not serious; I'm just kind of curious. Are you two dating?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 04:42:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods as Stone talks, smiling slightly as she notices him straighten his shirt, with a nod, small words in the back of her head saying that's better. Then stops, and blinks at Chihiro, as the girl's cheeks color...she's seen that on some of the furless animals, and is suddenly very grateful that no one could see it on her. <br>"Not at all." She answers with a grin, forgetting about her teeth. And maybe just a little <em>too</em> calm. "We've just known each other longer than two people probably should."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 05:03:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone almost flinches at the question, but schools himself, avoiding the worst of it. "Yeah! Just old, old friends from way, way back!" He laughs, a little too forced and high to be natural. Crap. He shoves his hands in his pockets, jeans, a little tight maybe. He looks over his shoulder, also glad he can't been seen blushing. He decides to carry on, though. "Besides, Monkling can do wa~ay better than a hound like me. Look at her, would you?" Now he's more comfortable, making it light, playful. "What about you? You have anyone special?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 05:09:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro smiles at them both. She can see that awkward way of moving so characteristic of two people who like each other. She says, "Aw, it's a shame you two aren't. You look like you'd be wonderful together." She grins as she looks Lowe up and down, and she says, "And after looking at her, you're right. She's lovely. And as for your question about me, the answer is no. I've never kept to anyone consistently. I don't know if it's just because I'm bad at relationships or just not motivated enough to stay. The closest I've gotten to relationships is...well, it's not polite to say. So I won't. Needless to say, single, and at this rate, stuck here in this world, I'll probably be stuck single for a while. So Lowe, how far away is your place?"<br><br>It occurs to Chihiro that the question sounds suggestive in context of the conversation. She adds, "Because I'm curious how long we'll be walking."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 05:23:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling glances off to the side at Kul's words, shaking her head lightly. The other statements she lets slide, about them making a cute couple and about...<em>her</em>...<br>With the girl's question and clarifier however, she chuckles lightly, relaxing a bit as she turns a corner. "It's right here actually...Well, upstairs." She steps in front of Stone and swipes a keycard in the door of a nice looking apartment building. It's not high class, but it's not poor either. She holds the door open for the others, knowing Stone'll take the lead up the stairs. "And out of uniform, Alice is just fine." She winces just a bit. "Or Monkling really..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 05:43:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone does lead the way up, smiling a bit.&nbsp; The stairs are familiar, so are the places on the wall where the paint is chipped. He actually loves Monkling's place. It's bigger than his, and nicer. Not to mention cleaner. He tries his best, but honestly he lives alone. His money tends to go towards more books and things of that sort. He moves to the side of the door. He usually opens the door himself, knowing where Monkling keeps her spare key, but decides to leave it to her this time. Security by default.<br><br>"Well, you never know. I can see the appeal of someone <em>smooth</em>." `&amp;He blinks, thinking that over, then presses on quickly. "Not that... I mean, no offence or anything." He snaps his mouth closed, decidedly not taking peeks at Monkling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 06:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro steps inside Monkling's home. Being a typical loner, Chihiro hadn't visited many people before, although sorority parties had sometimes gotten her out of her shell. Distracted, she looks around the place. The house is clean, in nice shape, and it seems pretty nice and big. Chihiro feels a pleasant sense of jealousy--that happiness that someone is doing well coupled with the wish that she could live somewhere nice like that, too. She had to content herself with a dormitory room in college. <br><br>Chihiro blinks, taking a moment to register Stone's comment. "Uh....smooth is appealing here to some people? How odd. On my world, there's a select portion of the population the fetishes furred partners, except they don't exist on my world, so they make faux-fur suits for make up for it. Our worlds seem to mirror each other."<br><br>She takes out her wallet and says, "Anyway, proof I'm from another world. I have money in my wallet, and if you look at it, you could be able to tell it's complex and not something a person can manufacture on their own. My driver's license. Oh, and all these pictures of people I know and one of my family." She shows them to the two wolves. The picture of her family is new, showing Chihiro perhaps a year ago, standing alongside two petite Japanese people who resemble her strongly, albeit they seem thirty years her senior. There are only the three of them. <br><br>Chihiro says, "There are a couple of pictures of me at a sorority partying a little, and I think there's one in there when I did an exchange trip to Japan. But if you look at them, you will be able to they aren't fake."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 06:37:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She steps aside after having let Chihiro into the apartment, and let's Stone close the door. She's decided she's gonna let the whole "smooth" thing pass on...she'd seen the site, hell sought out the pictures a couple times. She knew some people shaved themselves for the fetish, but she'd never thought much on it beyond that...<br>She hangs the jacket she'd grabbed as a precautionary on the coat rack and wanders inside. The apartment isn't really anything she'd consider to big. Bigger than Stone's sure, but when she'd first picked it up it had been under the pretense of beginning a family with the man who is now most permanently her ex. It has two bedrooms, and since she's a fairly simplistic creature, the smaller one is actually pretty empty, holding just a bed and some generic pictures, in case of a guest. Her computer and books she keeps in her own room.<br>She has a pretty nice television and a PS3 (set up for more paw-like use) in the living room...the later actually on loan from Stone, since they spent most of their time here. Half the movies sitting on the floor next to the television are his as well. As well as a handful of the books by the couch, left here on various visits, with the idea that she'd one day get around to reading them. <br>The kitchen is pretty nice, clearly belonging to someone who likes to cook...even if it's a bit spare of ingredients at the moment. <br><br>She takes the offered items from Chihiro, motioning that she should sit, even as she looks over the things with Stone. Weird how a lot of it is similar, but...very different. The money was the same paper, but different colors and images. The driver's license...they used the same design, but the back was different. And then of course there were the pictures, with more people like her. "Well...Stone I think was pretty convinced already...but I have to admit this...is pretty convincing as well..." She holds the money up to the light, noting the things that are impossible to weave in, no matter what planet you're on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 06:53:41</strong>
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				He looks through the pictures, smiling. He picks up different things than Monk. Like how they are smiling, but don't look happy. He wouldn't admit his own fascination with the whole smooth thing, or shaving for sex rather than just fashion. He's glad his computer isn't here to reveal any dubious searches. He'd also never admit to how at home he feels in Monkling's place. He looks over each item as he gets it, then hands them back to Chihiro. "That's a lovely family you have there." <br><br>He moves toward the kitchen, snagging glasses. "Anyone want a drink? Water, beer? Ummm.... water?" `&amp;He chuckles, opening the refrigerator, and peering in, looking for food. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 07:19:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro grins and takes the pictures, money, and ID back. She says, "It's not exactly a lovely family. But it's a family." She says to Monkling, "And I thought that might be more convincing." She swears to herself, realizing that the silver fox was right. Should she tell them the message about the Dennam murders? She had no clue what it meant. She adds, hearing Stone's question, "Beer would be nice. I could stand a drink after all of this."<br><br>She continues, after a few minutes thinking about it, deciding on honesty from the get-go, even if it risks something awful, "But I...I...someone did talk to me after I came over here. I don't understand how. She looked like a female fox, called me Number 29 and spouted a lot of technobabble at me, and then said something about....about...she called them the "Dennam murders." She said she was responsible, that you two would know who I was talking about, even if I had no clue who it was."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 07:40:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone tenses, three bottles of beer in hand. He stands slowly and pushes the door closed. "Is that a fact... I can't believe it. That psychotic bitch is still alive out there." He growls softly, then pads back into the living room. He hands out the bottles, knowing Monkling would want one. He unscrews the cap, taking a long draw. "Dennam murders. Gods that was bad days." He takes a seat on the coffee table, facing the couch. He doesn't ask if Monkling remembers, he knows she does.<br><br>A short rash of murders, starting with Tracey Dennam. She was a Collie girl, only six years old. She'd been carved to pieces, eventually. The coroner had never seen anything like it. She had been used, thoroughly, for who could say what. She'd been cut, cut again, burned with fire, burned with acid, nameless other things. He'd still been a rookie, so had Monkling. Four others had been killed and mutilated in similar ways, dumped in different places. They'd <em>known</em> it was that woman, but there was zero proof. Nothing that could stick to enough to even get probable cause for a search. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 07:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She disguises the low, rumbling growl in her throat at the sound of that name, with a cough. She takes the beer, a little more happily than she might've without that additional happy reminder. "Well that cements it. All the papers declared her dead a year ago. FBI agents identified some fur on a body over on the east coast, thought to belong to her. 'Course there was never any hard proof, and we couldn't test it...but a civilian wouldn't pull our leg about her, not with the controversy over it...and not unless she was very stupid."<br><br>Monkling herself...she'd been on a different beat, at the time. She still remembers the night Stone had come to her though...kidnapping turned murder, and he'd been one of the cops called to the scene for that first little girl's body...it was the one night they'd ever shared a bed...just for the night. There was no way she was going to let him sleep alone after that. <br><br>It was also the first night she'd ever felt a hint of something for him...a something she swallowed down ever since.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 08:14:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro looks at her feet and says, "I'm glad you both recognized what I said. I don't, and I thought I was hallucinating when I saw that silver fox. I'm still not sure, unless you both believe me." She reaches out and takes a beer, and she pops it open and drinks it. She doesn't attempt to nurse it or drink it slowly. She grins wryly and says, "I know you two thought I was probably on drugs or something when you first found me, but I was just freaked out. I kind of want to be drunk, now, knowing what I do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 08:24:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles softly, shaking away the cobwebs of the memories. He forces a smile onto his face until it feels natural. "Well, we got enough to get a good buzz going. But if you want drunk you'll have to see if Monkling will give up some of her "special occasion" bottles." He chuckles, taking a healthy swallow of the beer, needing a little drink himself. He looks to Monkling and nods a bit. He doesn't know what else to do, honestly. He's mostly hoping to leave the topic of that silver bitch behind for now. Come back to it when it makes sense.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 08:31:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods back to Stone...then nods again to herself. "To hell with it. It's been a weird enough night, and it's rare that I get drunk anymore..." With that she stands and brings the rest of the beers out, about three each. And sets a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of tequila, and a bottle of vodka down, all on the coffee table by the couch. She disappears back into the kitchen and re-emerges with three shot-glasses, and some salt and limes for anyone interested in the tequila...which she might be. Which tells you just how much she <em>doesn't</em> want to remember the Dennam murders right now. <br><br>"We'll worry about shit tomorrow. It's been a long day, and Stone and I got the night off tomorrow." With that she throws back the bottle of beer she'd just opened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 08:42:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro fixes herself a shot of tequila, squeezing a little bit of lime and a sizeable amount of salt. She downs the shot and says, "Oh, thank god. That's exactly what I needed." She stretched out and said, "So tell me about yourselves. I mean, I'm in college, biochem major, sort of a conservative family, and I tend to like to party a little on my own sometimes." She licked some of the extra salt off of the rim of the glass and said, "And what types of other people are in this world? I've seen foxes, wolves, and eagles, I think. What else is there?"<br><br>She feels a little buzz going on. Chihiro doesn't have much of an alcohol tolerance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 08:50:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling has the opposite problem from the human. She's always had a pretty high tolerance, but from what she knows of her parents, it's probably because she comes from a long line of heavy drinkers...<br><br>She shrugs, "Well there's...several folks. Aside from the bird folks, felines and canines, there's equines and bovines, rodents, apes...Being in the states, we got a good portion of most everyone. But certain places have more one species. Polar bears and timber wolves are most popular up north. From the south we got quite a few of the birds..." She trails off, realizing how speciest she must sound to anyone else in the world right now, and folds her ears back with slight embarrassment, before pouring herself a glass of vodka. She downs the salt quickly, one ear twitching a bit.<br><br>"So, um...about us..." She trails off and looks at Stone. She's...really <em>bad</em> at talking about herself...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 09:04:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone pours himself a fair amount of the whiskey, drinking it down. He chuckles a bit. "We grew up together. Me and Monkling got along from the word go. It was beautiful, I tell you. Just fell right in, thick as thieves. We did everything together from then on. It was perfect. I made mischief, Monkling got me out. I went about telling ghost stories, Monkling poked holes in the whole idea of ghosts." He grins, pouring himself a fresh glass and sipping it. He doesn't have nearly the tolerance of Monkling. <br><br>He continues after a few moments. "We decided we wanted to be cops. Went to the academy, passed with varying degrees of success, and got put in two different stations. Eventually requested transfers and convinced the chief to put us as partners. We've been working together ever since. We spend a ton of our time here. Heh, in fact a good bit of this is mine." He doesn't really think of it as his anymore though, and he wouldn't want any of it back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 09:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro, appreciative of the variety of people the world has to offer, says, "So your race separates people based on animal type...huh. Mine separates out due to skin color, mostly. You guys' seem like you have a better way to tell each type apart." When she hears Stone talk about his and Monkling's childhood, she suddenly exclaims, "Oh! You're just like childhood sweethearts!" Her buzz is doing the talking for her. But she thinks and adds, "Well, unless you're more like brother and sister. But you don't really give off that vibe to me."<br><br>She pours herself another tequila. She slows down this time and adds less salt, but more lime, just to get the mixture perfect. She grins wickedly and says "And this may be way over a friendly boundary, but you two get odd when smooth skin is brought up. I mean, is it taboo or something here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 09:46:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pours another shot of vodka, tossing that back, and licks her lips.<br>"N-no. It's brother and sister. I mean...way way brother and sister..." Does she sound...less than convincing this time? Must be the vodka...yeah, that's probably it, so she grabs another beer instead. "I mean, we grew up together...same...I mean we grew up together for a long time. And we...ugh..." She's really bad at the talking about herself. <br>She rubs her paw over her face and opens the beer.<br><br>"Well, I guess we can answer your question with another...would people in your world get weird if talk of fur was brought up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 09:50:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone looks about to speak, when Monkling breaks in saying no, they are more bother and sister. He stops, covering with another drink from his glass. Yep, starting to get drunk. He shrugs, deciding to answer the less painful question. "Well, some people shave to get all smooth. There are websites and stuff dedicated to it. Lots of people think it's sexy as hell." He blinks, then snaps his mouth shut, looking at the two a few times "Um, so yeah. There's that. <em>Is</em> being furry a big thing in your world?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 10:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro giggles at the mention of the word "furry." She says, "Okay, good to know about the whole brother/sister thing." She takes another drink. She blurts, "It gets called "furry" or "anthro" in our world, and it's a fetish that's starting to get more popular than it used to. I mean, you really need to be on the internet to find them, but once you're there, there are quite a few. Some of them only like a few things about it, sorta....I dunno....like just the cute ears and tails? But most of them really like the fur aspect. People do get weird if you bring it up, but I never figured out why. It seems a harmless enough interest."<br><br>She kicks back where she's sitting and asks Monkling, "Oh, I realized I better ask while I'm sober enough. Is there maybe a change of clothes I could borrow to sleep in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 10:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks then and nods with a chuckle, standing and hurrying to her bedroom. She comes back out with a set of pajamas that would err on the side of a little to large for her, covered with rubber duckies, and otherwise identical to what would be in Chihiro's world, except for the hole for the tail. She hands them over, and sits back down, "I can loan you some street clothes too, if you'd like."<br><br>When she sits back down it's across from Stone, as though she didn't notice his earlier hesitancy. Then she leans back and kicks her feet up on his lap, still sipping the beer.<br>"That's...interesting. I do have to admit, I've checked out the smooth sites...out of curiosity. Some of it I just don't understand..." She trails off, leaving out the obvious 'but the rest of it...'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 10:30:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone blinks, then grins at Monkling. "You have? I don't know what more surprising, that you looked, or that you admitted it." He moves subtly closer to Monk, or maybe he's just shifting his weight. "Well as long as we're admitting things, I've taken a few looks myself. I can see the appeal, or most of it anyway. I can't imagine wanting to shave everywhere like that, but if you were already like that..." He trails off, glancing at the clearly intoxicated girl. Suddenly his mind is traveling to places usually left unvisited. <br><br>He drains his glass and pours up another. He doesn't usually drink so much, but somehow it feels like the night for it. He pours Monkling up another shot of vodka, handing it all over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 10:57:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro takes the pajamas and says, "I'll just nip into the bedroom to change." She doesn't bother to shut the door, as she'll only be a minute. She undoes the buttons of her white blouse, and it drops to the floor. Soon her pink tank top follows it. The jeans are another victim, dropping alongside the other apparel in a heap. She kicks off her shoes. Chihiro puts on the pajama top, leaving a buttom undone, but the pants...well...<br><br>She sees the hole for the tail. She rolls her eyes, and mischevious thought enters her mind. It's also slightly drunken logic. They'd be able to see her underwear anyway, right, with the hole?<br><br>So why wear pants?<br><br>She steps out and says to Monkling, "The pants have a hole that makes them a little...embarassing for me to wear, so I decided to opt out of wearing them." She sits back down, crossing her smooth legs. She grins at them both and says, "If you're curious about smooth skin, you can always see what it's like by touching my leg. It's pretty smooth, right?" The tequila and beer is probably talking for her, but Chihiro admits that it's thrilling to indulge in dreams that she was never allowed to indulge in. Ever.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 03:42:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone lowers his glass slowly, mouth hanging open. He looks to Monkling, then to Chihiro. He blinks a few times, then finally closes his mouth with a audible snap. He looks to be completely torn for a few moments... then shrugs and sets the glass down. "Why not? Offer like that won't come up twice." He chuckles and reaches across to run his hand down Chihiro's thigh. He blinks then repeats the caress. "Wow.... that's really different. Smooth and warm, like a stone, or shell, but it gives a little. I mean, of course it does, but... well feel Monkling!" He nod at the leg he's petting, a slow grin breaking out on his face. Maybe breaking such a taboo has a thrill to it after all, or maybe he's thinking about how he's touching a visitor from another world. Either way, he looks pleased.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 03:48:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling immediately grew a little warm, expecting the girl to come out with the pajamas...well the full pajamas. And then the suggestion, on top of the drinks...She takes the shot that Stone had poured for her and tosses it back, ears flopped over slightly, either due to embarrassment or the alcohol. <br>She blinks, watching Stone break what seemed like taboo...not that she'd ever worried about taboo...not like that. But still he was...and so was she...<br>Wait...when did her hand end up on the girl's thigh? That's...that's a little more familiar than she'd meant...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 05:12:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro giggles when Stone runs a hand up her thigh, and she exclaims, "Oh. Your hand...paw....hand feels all...well, fuzzy." She tries not to get amused when Stone touched her and urged Monkling on. When she felt Monkling touch her as well, she said, "So do I rate better or worse than one of your world's fetish sites?" Without warning, she reaches out and touches one of Monking's ears. She's dying with curiosity to know how the ears feel. She turned a little red, but she didn't stop. Chihiro knows what she wants and when, even if it's embarrassing. She's never shied away from something that feels good; she's never had enough of it to be picky about turning it down.<br><br>She reaches out and touches one of Stone's ears as well. She asks, "Do you two feel like that all over?" She sips on more tequila after she touches both of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 05:27:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone grins, the ear that isn't being rubbed droops over. His grin takes on a decidedly silly look as Chihiro rubs his ear. "S'one way to find out." He scoops up his glass and drains it, suddenly wishing he'd chosen to sit on the couch rather than the coffee table. He tips the girl a decidedly tipsy wink. "I never had a problem with it, mah....myself. Heh, feels nice." Oh dear. One has to wonder how much of this is alcohol speaking and how much is just Stone being odd.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 05:53:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling makes a soft, imperceptible sound when Chihiro starts rubbing her ear, and though she's still trying to look pulled together, the alcohol is doing it's job, and instead she's looking very pleased...<br>"Some places's courser...some are softer...very floofy too..." She answers, a tad incoherently...<em>damn my traitorous ears. No, I'll have to switch to another topic.</em><br>"S'better than sites...feelin'..."<br><em>Wh-what? That...was not what I meant...oooo earssss...wait...have I moved my hand? Huh...no...no I have not...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 07:05:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro's eyes are full of wicked mischief. She knows better. She really shouldn't sleep with either one of them. It should all be professional. But she can't help it. She's attracted to them, and they seem attracted to her. She can't stand the "not knowing" now. She's turned on. It isn't just the booze, either. It's years of pent up curiosity given a chance to show itself. Booze would be the excuse later. <br><br>Monkling has not moved her hand; Chihiro moves it for her, further up. She says, seductively, "You can feel higher, if you want. I'm smooth everywhere, if you were wondering." She takes ahold of Stone's free hand, leaning over and running it up her thigh to her abdomen, just a little under her pajama top. She adds, addressing them both, "Although it's unfair if you two get to feel me, and I don't get to feel you. Are thighs out of the question, or do I have to content myself with your ears?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 07:58:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone lets the girl pull his hand up, his wrist lifting the shirt, showing more of her panties. And seeing Monkling having her hand drawn up the smooth thigh... he's masturbated to fantasies exactly like this. He is quickly becoming very, very aroused. His eyes flick to Monkling, whining softly once before he controls himself a bit.&nbsp; He explores the smooth curve of Chihiro's hip and stomach, a bulge quickly growing in his fairly tight jeans. He manages to keep his mouth shut by miracle, or chance. Either way, he can't speak until he hears from Monkling. But, gods, the <em>scents</em> in the room are starting to get to him. The girl smells strange, like an exotic fruit or ... oh my, or exotic and delicious <em>meat</em>.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 08:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She licks her lips as her paw is drawn up...she can feel the heat...and the smells...she can smell herself, the human, and even Stone...a voice in the back of her head telling her it's not an altogether new smell...he'd given off that smell around her before...had she been so oblivious?<br>It's not the overriding thought though. "Everywhere?" She asks, trying to picture just how her pussy would look. "That's..." She trails off again, and glances up at Stone.<br>"Thighs are...thighs are..."<br><em>Wait...stop...remember...</em><br>She blinks, jumping up suddenly, nearly kicking poor Stone in her attempt to get up quickly.<br>"Bad! Very very bad...nooo...nonono..."<br>Not unless her...gift is more unique in her world but...<br>No, she's seen that look far to many times. She's not going to see it again.<br><br>"I-I'm sorry...um...bathroom!" She manages to squeak, nearly sprinting out of the room, ears back and tail between her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 08:38:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro stares in shock, the entire mood nearly shattered. She stutters, "Oh...oh my god. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have--I knew it was unprofessional." She blushes in shame and looks away from Stone, shifting out of reach. She has no idea why Monkling has fled to the safety of the bathroom, but Chihiro, petrified, assumes it is because she has crossed one line too many on this first night. And what if Monkling kicks her out, or worse?<br><br>Stupid stupid stupid decision. Stupid to let the booze think for her. Stupid. She berates the illogic of her actions, but she's still drunk, still aroused, and more confused than ever. She blurts to Stone, "I'm so sorry. Is she okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 08:56:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone blinks, then sighs, rubbing at his forehead. "S'not you. Monkling's a little different. She's not <em>weird</em>." He says this last defensively, even drunk as he is his loyalty isn't in question. "She's..... do you have herms in your world? Like Hyenas girls, but with a functioning co-... umm penis?" He would normally approach this more gently, but whiskey makes him blunt.&nbsp; "It's not unheard of here, but it's rare enough that people, stupid people, make fun." He sighs, looking toward the bathroom, and speaks aloud without meaning to. "I wish she'd see it doesn't matter..." <br><br>After a moment he looks back to Chihiro. It's clear that she's sorry, and still highly aroused. "I'm going to check on her. You.... going to be okay alone for a bit?" In the moment of hesitation his eye rove hungrily over her exposed skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 08:59:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro coughs and says, "We...sort of have those things. In a way. Sometimes they're called futanari, depending on how they look. I guess you could use the word "hermaphrodite," too.&nbsp; But it's...it would be hard to explain. I'm too drunk to explain. And I didn't say she was weird!" Chihiro embarrassed, says, "Go check on her. This is my fault. I shouldn't have acted like this. Could you tell her I'm sorry, that I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 09:12:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling most likely would be chiding herself if she were more sober. She's acting like a teenager again...<br>But...well, high school had never been good. And even worse after Junior year...when her little secret had broken out. Where they'd grown up Hyena girls were uncommon...and all but called abominations. <br>It hadn't always been bad. She'd had partners...both male and female. But no one who'd really cared much about her, just wanted to use her for their own fantasies. And now she's fantasizing over this girl in her living room...this girl she'd picked up on the beat! A <em>smooth</em> girl...<br>And...oh god. Her ears prick up. He's telling her...damnit...<em>damnit!</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 09:22:38</strong>
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				Stone nods and gets to his feet, a little wobbly, and pads for the bathroom, knocking at the door. He calls through softly. "Monkling? Hey, open the door, huh? It's okay. Really it is." He hesitates, then realizes she probably heard him anyway. "I told her, and she's fine. Doesn't smell anything but like she did before. I.... come on, Monkling. You know <em>I</em> don't care about that stuff. You... you're just Monkling to me. Same as ever." He leans his forehead against the door, wishing he knew what to say to take away years of teasing and abuse.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 09:29:45</strong>
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				Chihiro waits alone in the living room. She stares into the tequila glass she's been drinking out of. It's reflective, like a puddle. She hears only laughter from it. It's slow and insidious, and Chihiro knows that somewhere, the silver fox is mocking her. She sets down the tequila and hangs her head in her hands. This had gotten confusing so fast. She wrings the fabric of her pajama top in nervousness, looking around the nicely furnished and spacious home around her, wondering why she was so foolish as to take a chance of being thrown out on the street, being arrested, or so much worse. <br><br>A part of her is curious about someone who has both parts. Chihiro, always being attracted to both genders, wonders if its any different with someone who doesn't quite fix solidly in either one, but seems to be some of both. Would it be more pleasurable that way? She's watched pornography about it before, but she's sure that it isn't real. She crosses her legs and tries to tug the pajama top over her knees.<br><br>She mutters to herself, "This'll teach you to try and talk through any reflective surface." She slugs the last of her tequila down. It doesn't help with the arousal, but Chihiro figures that if she's tossed enough, she won't be too bothered by it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 09:34:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling drops her head. Then there's Stone. Lovely, solid, loyal Stone...Stone who looked so lovely without a shirt on...Stone who smelled of arousal, even through the door. Stone who had been the focus of her late night fantasies...Stone her best friend and partner.<br>She finally shakes her head, and moves back to the door. She hesitates, then unlocks it, opening it...and shakes her head.<br>"Sorry...didn't mean to...to bring it down. You go on...have fun."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 09:43:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone stumbles back a little from the suddenly open door. He smiles loosely. "Aw, come on. You know it ain't a party without you. I.." He hesitates, unsure for a moment. Then, full of drunken bravado carries on. "I want you there, if anything happens. I.... fuck..." He mutters and then laughs at himself quietly. "Come on, Monkling. Come back out and whatever happens.... happens." He tugs at his shirt's collar, feeling confined in his clothes, but not willing to move further without a solid 'yes' from Monkling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 09:50:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lowers her head a long moment, staring at...not quiet anything. Then his feet...the pants she'd bought him last Christmas...the clear bulge there...did the girl really turn him on that much? Why not Monkling...<br>She wanted to have that effect on him...She'd always wanted that, despite everything. She bites her lip lightly, realizing a moment that she's still staring. She glances further up, and draws a breath. <br>And smirks. "Well it's no party with that on." She says, unbuttoning the top button. Then she plants her paw on his chest, pushing him back to the living room. "Go on..." She says, following behind him. <br>It doesn't count if there's a third person, right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 10:04:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks Monkling over himself. Had she always smelled this way? This deep of arousal? He wishes it was for him, but understands. He's always around, a warm, smooth skinned girl. He decides, with excellent drunken logic, that he can make it work for him though. He undoes the rest of his buttons slowly, tilting his hips forward to put the bulge in the front on display as he opens the last one. He grins, slipping the shirt off his shoulders to dangle in one hand. He stands there, fit and trim, shirtless. His grin doesn't fade as he looks Monkling over more slowly, being obvious. "Better?" He doesn't wait for the answer, he can smell it, but turns and pads back into the living room, dropping the shirt in a chair as he passes it to sit on the cough next to Chihiro. "Everything's fine. Promise. No one's upset at you. Smoothed it all over."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 10:13:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushes, but this time it's the tequila doing it. She tends to turn red when she drinks. She smiles, shyly, when Stone assures her it's all fine, and she murmurs, "That's good." She grins as she sees Monkling and says, "If you're not bothered by my smooth skin, I'm not bothered about anything interesting you might have under your clothes."<br><br>Chihiro sees the bulge between Stone's legs, sees him shirtless. She sheds her modesty as fast as she does the pajama top, tugging it over her head and letting it flutter onto the floor. Beneath her shirt she's lithe, limber, and her breasts bounce freely--she hadn't worn a brassiere--after all, she had small pliable breasts with a tank-top and blouse on; she hadn't needed one. She shivers, feeling cold as the air brushes against her breasts, stiffening her nipples, and she says, "I hope you two are as warm as you look. Being smooth does not keep me very warm. You two might have to do that for me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 10:33:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at that...and nods, sitting down beside her, curiously running a paw over her stomach, "You're so smooth..." She murmurs, glancing up, and...despite herself, licking her lips when she sees Stone...<br>A motion she disguises by sitting up again and lifting the bottom of her shirt. "Well far be it from me," she says, pulling the shirt up and over, revealing a cute little bra, if somewhat worn, "to be the party pooper...and I am sorry about my reaction it's...been a sore point in the past." She adds as she reaches up to unbutton the bra and let it slide down off her arms.<br>"There...much better." She smirks. "Now we match..."<br><br>Stone...had been looking at her earlier, hadn't he? Or...had she just imagined...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 11:15:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone is suddenly so hard it hurts. When Chihiro pulls off her top he eats her up with his eyes, then rubs a hand over her ribs, murmuring something about being plenty warm. He freezes when Monkling takes off her shirt, then her bra. He eyes the woman he grew up with, nearly speaks, but then Monkling does instead. He grins, nodding. "Yeah, almost a full matching set." He slips his hand over one of the small breasts, caressing curiously, eagerly. But even as he fondles the smooth girl, his eyes rest on Monkling. Gods, was she always this beautiful? Always this sexy? <br><br>He finally gives in, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to get relief from the pressure there. He sighs, relieved, then focuses on the two, very different, visions in front of him. He scarcely knows where to begin. Then gives into a temptation he has had for years. He leans across and kisses Monk, firmly, a little clumsy as he has to lean over Chihiro to do it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 01:13:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro feels a sense of pleasantness that the two anthros are kissing in front of her. She decides to make it better. She has two hands, obviously. As they kiss, Chihiro reaches one hand in between Stone's legs to caress his hardened, aching member. He looks like he needs it, and Chihiro honestly admits to needing some satisfaction, too, so she's pleased when she's touched. She feel's fiery between her legs. So many new things to try...<br><br>She slides her other hand up Monklings abdomen to the bra that covers a gorgeous pair of breasts. Chihiro firmly rubs one of Monkling's breasts until she can feel the nipple harden under her hand, under the brassiere, and then she pays attention to the other one, turned on by the two kissing in front of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 01:22:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling's breath catches, her whole body freezing up at the sudden kiss. It takes her a moment of sitting there with wide, panicked eyes, but all the thought she expected to race through her head are instantly quiet...her eyes slip back to closed as she leans in with a soft moan, kissing him back with a ferocity she'd never known of herself before. <br>She shivers, moaning again at the hand on her breast. Part of her reminds her to reciprocate, but distracted as she is the reciprocation end up being a mere squeeze of the woman's thigh where her hand rested...<br>Finally she breaks the kiss, pulling back only slightly, eyes still closed, with a whispered, <em>"Sam..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 01:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone matches Monkling for a long moment, moaning as a hand he can't see settles on his cock, pulling back as she does. His ear flicks as he smiles. She hadn't called him Sam since.... since that night. His voice is low, but growing rough. "<em>Alice</em>..." He nods, leaving the rest unspoken for now as he shivers. He turns, finally, to Chihiro. He can smell the heady sent drifting up from between her legs, and leans into her. His broad tongue drags across one smooth breast, his hand resting on Monkling's thigh and traveling up slowly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 08:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro moans softly when Stone licks one of her breasts. She sighs a moment, and she lets her own hand fondle and play with Monkling's breasts. She tugs at Monkling's brassiere, trying to free what she knows must be sweet and voluptuous breasts underneath. She can't tell if it fastens in the front or back, and she's far from sober enough to figure it out. Instead, she slides a hand under the brassiere, rubbing one of Monkling's nipples, pinching it slightly, rolling it between two gentle and smooth fingertips, pulling it and playing with it. She uses her hand to play with the other breast, treating both of Monkling's tits equally. <br><br>Her other hand continues stroking Stone's cock, wondering how badly he...and maybe even how badly Monkling...need this. There's so much pent up there. She decides to escalate a little. She lets go of Stone, stops rubbing Monkling's breasts.<br><br>She decides to take a bit of control. She maneuvers herself between Monkling and Stone, facing Monkling, her back to Stone, where the two anthros can easily kiss over Chihiro's delicate shoulder, easily tease one another by reaching around Chihiro. She kisses Monkling once, and then she turns her head to Stone, kissing him too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 09:42:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Groans quietly as Chihiro plays with her undressed breasts, bringing her nipples to a hardness they haven't been at before. She probably needs this more than she even realizes...Not only to release tension between herself and Stone, or to allow herself to open up to a fetish. But also because she's been a dry spell for longer than she'd like to admit and...she's not normally the type to fool around or have one night stands. How would she meet anyone anyway, she's at work all the time or relaxing at home. <br><br>And she too can smell the scent...enough to make her lick at her lips, to encourage her own hardness to a peak, though she's far more reserved with her pants than Stone is...some small nervousness still lingering no doubt. <br><br>She makes a small sound in the back of her throat, almost a whimper, but more content, as Chihiro shifts her position. She takes a moment, realizing the change, kissing the woman back, and as she turns to kiss Stone she lowers her head, tasting for herself one luscious breast, lingering over the nipple, enjoying the softness of it, the smoothness...the way you don't have to worry about licking the fur the wrong way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 05:02:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone groans softly, something about the way Chihiro sits between them does something for him he can't quite explain, even to himself. He leans against Chihiro's back, watching Monkling licking at one soft, smooth, breast.&nbsp; His breath is warm against her neck for just a moment before his tongue touches the side of her neck, drawing up slowly. He growls quietly, reaching around the girl to fondle and tease her other breast. His free hand slowly sliding up Monkling's leg, approaching the ever tightening place in her pants. He wouldn't have said aloud how he'd wanted to touch her in just this way for years now. But it seems now he won't have to say anything, he can simply show her.<br><br>He nuzzles and kisses Chihiro's neck, hand finally stroking between Monk's legs. He shivers at the hardness and damp heat he feels there, knowing there is so much more to come.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 05:42:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro's smile is full of lust of debauchery. She's used to being demanding and controlling, and the idea of Stone and Monkling taking positions as she likes is delightfully pleasing. She abruptly changes positions again, chuckling, placing Monkling in the middle, Monkling's back to Stone, so he can have easy sweet access to the wet slit between Monkling's legs, and so Chihiro can have access to the hardening cock between those same legs. She likes the idea of sharing Monkling with Stone; it feels almost romantic somehow. A little wrong, too, but she knows it's part of the fun.<br><br>She frees Monkling's cock from those pants at last, her busy fingers unbuttoning and unzipping that prison of cloth. She pushes her hand under Monkling's undergarments and pulls out the officer's hardening cock, giving it a few firm and playful strokes, eventually settling her fingertips on the tip, like it's her own personal plaything. She kisses Monkling then, and she whispers, "Feel better now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 06:09:32</strong>
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				Monkling gives a full-bodied shiver as Stone finds the place he's seeking, her hips arching, pushing into his questing hand...but she's not there for long before she's finding herself moved again, and willingly so, as Chihiro moves her to the middle. She shudders again as she's released from the confines of the loose jeans and comfortable boxers she prefers out of uniform, using the hand on her cock as an excuse to lean back into Stone, an action performed a number of times in various capacities, but never like this. She groans lightly, reaching toward Chihiro again, this time finding the warm meeting between her legs, rubbing her clit through the wet panties a moment before another wicked idea occurs to her. Starting at the bottom she pierces the cloth with a claw, tearing upwards until the woman is much easier to access.<br>"Mmm...s'pose I do..." She says with a grin, teasing over the other woman's clit.<br>She flicks an ear, turning her head slightly toward Stone. "Could feel better though..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 06:17:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone licks his lips at the switch, and has to suppress a moan as Monkling leans back into him. He looks down over Monk's shoulder as Chihiro takes her in hand. He circles his hands around Monk, cupping her breast in one hand, the other slipping into her loosened clothes, past the teasing girl, to stroke as her damp pussy. He strokes over her clit, then lower, teasing her slick lips. "How's that?" he whispers in Monk's ear. The hand on her breast closing around her nipple firmly, rolling it. <br><br>He eyes Chihiro, sensing her mischievousness even through the haze of sex clouding the air. He licks his lips again, watching Monk tear the girl's panties and begin teasing her. Had he ever imagined it would be so hot? So damn sexy in reality? Maybe, but that was a thought for another time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 07:06:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro whimpers a moment at the sound of Monkling's claw tearing into her panties. She kisses Monkling again as the anthro rubs Chihiro's clit, strokes her smooth tight pussy, and she starts to really work Monkling's cock with her hand, rubbing it up and down, gripping it firmly and with sensuous purpose, perhaps even readying Monkling to be fucked first by Stone, then for Monkling to have Chihiro. She admits to a certain devilish delight in watching Stone have Monkling first, watching him plunge in and out of Monkling and seeing him orgasm, and then having Monkling take her while full of Stone's seed. Maybe even Stone having Chihiro after that.<br><br>She plays with Monkling's breasts. She's never imagined that someone like Monkling would truly exist, and now that the concept is real, it's ridiculously hot and sexy. She turns a little red, but she decides to say, "I want to see you two finish first before I have either one of you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 07:33:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling does groan when she feels Stone teasing at her opening, squirming slightly. She shivers, running her finger through Chihiro's soft folds, marveling a moment at how she still felt so soft even without the soft downy fur she's used to feeling down there. Then probing teasingly at her entrance. Some of her soft moans are no doubt in response to the myriad of sensation on her body, the pair of them both with a breast in hand, the hand on her cock and the finger on her clit...<br>She wonders a moment what it would be like to push her cock into that pussy...then at Stone's query, strays back to the remembered fantasies of him taking her own wet pussy...<br>She starts to answer him, but Chihiro is quicker. Monkling's ear's flop out of a habit of embarrassment...no, she want's that to be sure but...She turns her head, looking at Stone, questioningly...this is the line...if they cross this...things could be changed irrevocably. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 07:51:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone's eyes are mostly closed at this point, feeling at Monk's pussy. The demand from Chihiro catches him off guard. He opens his mouth, then looks at Monkling. He feels his whole world balance on a tipping point. He knows sex will change things, he just isn't sure how. He is sure of one thing, he wouldn't be able to keep it to just this once. If he were to have Monkling now he'd be hooked forever. He looks into her eyes, from only inches away. In that moment he knows he's fooling himself if he thinks he isn't hooked already. Has been for longer than he'd thought.<br><br>He closes the last inch and kisses Monkling, deeply. He lets all the built up passion out into her mouth, a soft moan escaping his lips as his finger finds her hidden entrance and pushes in quickly. He kneads at her breast, pulling her back against him as the kiss lingers, as his finger begins to pump and tease at her insides. He hasn't forgotten Chihiro, not by a long stretch, but right now.... right now he has to find a way to let Monkling know, because words will never be enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 08:39:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro watches, aroused and fascinated, as Stone makes love to Monkling. There's an intensity there, a history, that she knows nothing about, yet it is so clearly evident that it makes her smile. A moment of tenderness amidst drunken debauchery--how strange. She isn't used to feeling tender, but being near these two, who are so obviously in love, makes her feel perfect, too, basking in something she does not and will never have, but can enjoy for a time without fear. <br><br>She plays with Monkling's cock still, stroking her faster, hoping to provoke her to a crisis of pleasure, but not until Stone is at his point. This is why she wanted them to make love before her. With her own hand on Monkling's cock and Stone mounting Monkling's pussy, there's no reason Monkling can't feel orgasm from both organs at once. Chihiro wonders, lustfully, how good that might feel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 08:49:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling moans heavily into his mouth, shifting just enough to kick off her pants and shorts as quickly as possible, giving full and easy access now. She needs this from him...more than she's ever dared to realize. She needs to cross this line, the final step over the edge...she needs to tip the scale, damn the consequences. This is who they are, who they've always been, and to ignore it would be a crime for certain.<br><br>She reaches behind her, hand finding his own pants, clawing almost desperately at them as she attempts to remove them from the awkward position. She finally breaks the kiss just long enough to breathily demand, "I want this Sam...I need this. Please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 09:14:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone feels Monk snatching at the undone front of his pants and pushes back. He stands and shoves down both jeans and underwear, breathing hard. His cock throbs, pointing directly at Monkling's back. He hesitates a moment, unsure how to begin with all three of them. He finally settles on gripping Monkling's shoulder and pushing her from the couch and turning her to face it on her knees. He bends her over the seat, exposing her more fully to him. He looks to Chihiro, smiling a small thank you, knowing that this girl provided the push that brought them here.<br><br>He grips his cock and spreads Monkling open with his other thumb. He looks down at his partner, soon to be his lover, for just a few moments longer, then pushes his cock up to her entrance.... and inside. He gasps at the hot, tight, confines of Monkling's pussy. He was no virgin, but this was different. He pushes his hips forward until he lifts his hand and grips her hip, sinking into her to the hilt. He stops there, just feeling her around him, feeling every pulse and ripple of her walls. He draws back just as slowly as he'd entered her, cock already dripping thin runners of Monkling's excitement, then thrusts. He slide into her easily, hips patting softly to her ass, then does it again.... and again... and again. He settles into a slow, firm, rhythm as he growls his pleasure. "Oh....nnnah! Ah... Monkling...." His voice is shortly reduced to soft pants and pleasured growls.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 03:30:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling starts to twist toward Stone as he pulls his pants down, only to be caught and turned toward the couch, and all to willing to submit to his desire...she might have preferred to face him for her first time, but she'd always been so much more pliant in the bedroom than outside...and quickly realizing she's all to willing to submit to this man who had been her best friend and brother for years...She lifts her eyes toward Chihiro, even as her head lowers, raising her ass. <br><br>And then he enters her, for the first time, causing her to moan deeply. Her cock twitches as she takes in this moment, the realization that this...is so much better than any half-baked fantasy. This is suddenly real. No question about it being a dream, odd as the day has been, because her dreams never felt this good, this...real. The deep intensity of her pleasure starts to rise as she rocks her hips back into him, whimpering slightly, a sound of pure joy. "Don't stop...don't...ever stop...oh, Stone..." She murmurs into the couch, tail wrapping around him almost like a prehensile limb, drawing him in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 03:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro watches, eyes wide and rapt with luscious fascination, and as one hand strokes Monkling's cock, her other hand subconsciously moves to her own pussy, wet and fiery with need. They're putting on a show, a beautiful one, and Chihiro sees no reason not to appreciate it fully. She shivers as she sees Stone ram his partner, and she looks intrigued when Monkling wraps her tail about Stone; she hadn't known that was something they could do! Who knew tails were that flexible?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 03:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone groans, head falling back as his eyes close. It's almost too much, almost does him in on the spot, but he holds on, controlling himself. He shivers as Monkling's tail drifts around him, another bit of his control slipping away. He leans over her back, picking up a little speed, a little force. Before long the wet sound of their sex grows louder, enticing them all further. He moves his feet under him, lifting him a bit, changing the angle to grind his cock against the front of her pussy. Each time he pulls out another drop or two of Monkling's copious wetness drips onto the carpet from his cock. <br><br>He looks to Chihiro as she strokes Monkling and grins. Oh, he'll be having some of her too, he can already tell. But first... first to make his partner feel as good as he can. He thrusts steadily, cock grinding down into her snug depths. He shivers as thoughts of how to make Monkling feel better pass through his mind. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 04:04:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling continues to moan and whimper, ears flicking with each wet slop of Stone pushing into her, pussy squeezing around him. She feels...incredible...She starts to hump Chihiro's hand, even as she rocks into Stone's cock. She lowers her head, the last thing she sees before the couch closes in is the way the woman's touching herself, the smooth skin under the torn panties. <br><br>"Oooofuuuck..." She moans, feeling one orgasm starting to build deep inside of her, and her cock swelling despite herself. She tries to swallow it down, willing this last longer...forever...as long as it can...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 07:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro continues to touch and stroke Monkling's cock, trying to urge her on to that crisis of pleasure. She can tell that Monkling has fought that for too long, and the release would be exactly what she needs. Chihiro's delicate hand strokes, alternating fast and slow, but never ceasing the firmness of her grip, her touch getting stronger and more stimulating as she pleases Monkling. The hand she uses to touch herself rubs over her slit, the fingers teasing her own clitoris, everything wet with the dewy result of arousal. She shivers herself, feeling uncontrollably hot and bothered by the whole scene, but Chihiro isn't one to deny herself pleasure. She'll come soon, and she can only hope that Monkling and Stone do as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 08:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone moans loudly, curled over Monkling's back. His voice is short, hesitant. "M-Monkling....I.... oh Gods, I can't... feels... So good." He growls and pushes into her as deeply as he can. He grinds there for a long moment then comes undone. His cock twitching deep inside her as he fills her with his cum. His fingers knead at her hips, thrusting into her with the last of his orgasm, using her to milk his cock of the last fer drops. After a few more moments he chuckles, moaning as he goes.<br><br>"That.... mmm" He tries to speak and simply can't. But he gives Chihiro a look that is profoundly grateful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 08:54:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling gasps loudly, shuddering as she jerks her hips into Chihiro's soft hand. She can <em>feel</em> him cuming inside of her, feel his cock swelling and releasing, responds with a curt, "Fuck! Fuck fuuck..." She squeezes in response, then growls lightly as her own orgasm chases his, coating first his cock as it rushes through her body with a full warmth. Then a moment later her cock swells as well, releasing another bout of cum...and then some, unto the hand on her cock...and anything else that happens to be in the way. <br><br>She shudders, holding there for a moment with small gasps, then groans, lifting her head. "Mmmfuck..." She moans again, lifting her head. "So...so good..." She smiles, licking her lips
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 09:21:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro shivers, a wave of orgasm on her as she finishes stimulating herself. It isn't as good as being with someone else, but it helps her let off some o the tension she experiences. She feels Monkling come into her hand, and the sticky solution is all over it. Chihiro looks at it, curious, and brings her hand to her mouth to taste it. She licks her hand clean, but some of Monkling's come has landed on her lower arm as well. Chihiro licks that off as well, tasting the savory and slightly bitter flavor she associates with fresh come. She looks at the two officers, and she sees that they're happy. She smiles for a moment; Chihiro rarely makes anyone happy, but when she does, she feels genuinely good about herself. She watches them both for a moment in the afterglow of sex. <br><br>Chihiro, who isn't normally a touching type, moves a little distance from them both to cool off. She asks them both, "Was that as difficult as you two thought it would be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 09:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone chuckles, then groans. "Harder than I've ever been...." He smiles, pulling out of Monkling slowly. He tilts his head, looking down at Chihiro. "You're not <em>finished</em> are you? Because I'm just getting started." He puts his hand on Monkling's shoulder, ready to help her upright. "Are you with me on this one, partner?" The last he says with more warmth than he ever has. He looks down at the smooth skin of the girl and licks his lips "Have to thank you, anyway." He kneels down near her, hand resting on her knee. "Unless you really are done."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 09:41:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling shivers at the way he says partner...ooh...they're going to have to make sure that doesn't happen at the office...or ever, outside of this apartment...not that that's an overriding thought just at the moment. <br>She grins as she lifts her head and sits up. "Not at all...probably too easy..." She answers Chihiro, then grins as Stone kneels beside Chihiro, moving enough to end up on her other side. She certainly does deserve a reward, for getting that to happen... "I'm with you, partner. As I always am." She grins, looking up at Chihiro. "How'd you like the taste?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 07:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro smirks and says, "I'm not done, by any means. I'm just getting started." She grins, wide and toothy, at Monkling, and she says, "You taste wonderful. Makes me a little hungry for another taste." She tugs off the torn remainder of her panties, wondering where she'll get fitting undergarments here of all places, and she says, "By all means, show me what you've got."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 08:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling takes a moment, eyeing the bare pussy before her, licking her lips a bit. She'd...had other things in mind. And thought Stone might as well. But, well...who can say no to a sight like that. <br>She says nothing as she slips in, and grabs Chihiro's hips, bringing her toward the edge of the couch, until she's kneeling between the other woman's legs, and has only to duck her head. Which she does, happily.<br>There's something to be said for a wolf's tongue. It's soft, and pleasant, but it's still a hard muscle...it's also very long. So she starts at the bottom, and licks up toward the top, and once she's reached the top, the tip of her tongue is still at the bottom. She keeps licking, until she's at the clit, which she favors with a greater amount of attention for a moment...<br>then she leans in, circling her tongue around the warm, wet hole, and pushes her tongue in, intent on licking everything she can reach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 09:05:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone grins, watching Monkling take her tongue to Chihiro. He sits back a bit on the coffee table, watching the show. He's more than willing to wait his turn, for now anyway. Seeing Monkling this way is doing curious things to his brain, and body. He'd normally to be out for quite a bit longer, but he can already feel his cock hardening. He licks his lips, eyeing the girl. Soon he'll have to have a taste of her himself, but for now he waits to see what Monkling can do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 09:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That tongue--hot and wet, firmer and wider than any human tongue, but flatter and stronger as well--is so foreign and sexy. She wonders, briefly, if she's doing anything wrong. Surely this isn't wrong--these are good people! But they are part wolf, really...and then Monkling's tongue hits Chihiro's clit, and the petite woman shoves all of her more rational thoughts aside in favor of the alcohol releasing her from her inhibitions. When Monkling's tongue penetrates her, Chihiro loses herself in pleasure, threading her hands behind Monkling's head to keep the delicious futanari furry in place. She can't help but let her fingertips stroke Monkling's ears as well--a brief and odd urge to satisfy.<br><br>When she sees Stone sitting on the coffee table, Chihiro notices that he's already getting hard. She's shocked, almost, but then again, she has no idea how fast anthro men recover. And she's too drunk to care. She groans and demands, "Oh, more, Monkling. Your tongue is perfect--making me wetter than I've ever been in my life!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 09:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Makes a sound deep in her throat...almost like a purr, but much more...wolf-like. And growly. She flicks her ear, turning her head ever so slightly to move into the scritches, but in the process rubbing her nose against the woman's clit. Her tail wags once at Chihiro's bequest, clearly eager to please as she continues to lick at the dripping pussy, literally fucking it with her long tongue, reaching in as far as she dares. And such a lovely taste it is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 09:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone growls softly, taking his cock in hand and stroking slowly. He grins at Chihiro, tipping her a wink as he leans back, showing himself to greater advantage. He won't interrupt Monkling, but he will distract a bit if he can.<br><br>When he leans back he gets a much better view of Monkling's own dripping pussy. He can't help but lick his lips at the sight of it, and he can't deny there's a certain attraction to her other appendage. He'd never really looked at men that way, but Monkling wasn't a man. Monkling was just.... Monkling. And, we would gladly have all of her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 09:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro cries out in intense pleasure, her voice powerful and demanding in a primal way; she's never been this satisfied before. Never in her life. As Monkling's tongue delves into her, she knows her pleasure might come too soon. Her hips twitch and wriggle, the pleasure thrilling and tingling her in a way that's hard for her body to control or even handle. She does and does not want to orgasm. On the one hand, if she finishes, it's done, it's over, and she has to think of the consequences. And she doesn't want to think of consequences right now. But it would give her sweet release at this very minute. <br><br>But if she doesn't finish, she can continue this blissful escape from reality. That's what it is, she knows, an escape from reality. The drunken philosopher in her soul wonders if she's dreaming all of this because of her repressed family and lifestyle, but she shoves that thought out. The only thing worth thinking about is Monkling's tongue and Stone's dick. She eyes the man appreciatively as that same wolfish man eyes Monkling, and she wonders what mischief he's up to back there.....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 09:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monkling sways her ass a bit, as though naively not realizing that Stone is right behind her. Though in reality it really is a very nice pussy, that has her tail slowly swaying back and forth, giving off the impression that it would be wagging in any other situation. And she doesn't really let off at all, licking with an expert tongue...after all, she's been with more than just wolves, and knows that any pussy works fundamentally the same...and she knows very well how to manipulate that. That is, until she's sure that Chihiro is about to reach the brink, and she lifts her head, smacking her lips a bit. "Mmm, wouldn't really want it to be over so quickly, would we?" She could've been talking to either of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kulgree</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 08:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stone grins and shakes his head "Oh we wouldn't want that at all. Still so much fun to be had." He moves up and sits on the couch next to Chihiro. He strokes his cock a bit more, then moves his hand out of the way. "How would you like a taste? Monkling seemed to like it in her pussy just fine, so I'm betting it tastes as good as her pussy at least." He wonders briefly what it would feel like to have Monkling suck his cock, but puts it away for now. He intends to focus on this girl for now. He reaches over and kneads the back of Chihiro's neck with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re:  Through the Looking Glass: An Anthro Urban Fantasy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:35:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chihiro shudders drastically when Monkling leaves off, aching at the pleasure she didn't have. Her thighs tremble wildly with the delight of it, but she knows that the longer this lasts, the better it will be. She whispers, "No, I don't want it over." When Stone kneads the back of her neck, Chihiro moans and arches her back, leaning into his touch. She looks at Stone's cock, fascinated at the idea of sucking him, tasting him, and she turns her upper body to align with Stone's pelvis, and her full lips touch the tip of Stone's cock. She kisses the tip of it first, then she samples the flavor of it with a tentative lick. She can taste Stone, but the flavor of Monkling's juices are on it, too, and she revels in that flavor. <br><br>She takes it in her mouth further, curious about how hard Stone would get, how fast he'd pump into her mouth, how much spunk he'd shoot in her mouth, if he did do it in her mouth at all--she noticed how he eyed Monkling; he must conflicted about which lovely woman should envelop his cock in her willing mouth.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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