#no relation

[coochiekrab]

Who in the furryverse came up with the idea of humans

L. Ron Human

[starmocha]

i do hope Astra is still watching Zayne

i hope he watches Zayne fucking Miss Hunter good

in his car, in his office, out in an open field, in a hot spring, doing the nasty in all the rooms in his home and hers, have her screaming his name so loud, Xavier the neighbors learned his name

i hope Astra is so red-faced and scandalized by the different positions Zaynie pookie is putting Miss Hunter in: on her hands and knees. on her back. sitting on him cockwarming him until she begs him to fuck her properly. have her so conditioned to him, the moment his tie is loosened, she is bent over his desk, ready for him to use all of her holes until she is an obscene mess.

anyway, i hope Astra stays mad about Zayne having a huge cock ✨️

[hedwigoprah]

More Sherlock and Watson? More Sherlock and Watson @seaglassmelody

"I know perfectly well what my father told you, I have no need of a "companion".” Sabriel's fingers emphasized her point before she spun on her heel and started weaving through the busy street. Veryl stuck close.

"Everyone needs a friend from time to time." Veryl smiled at the flower merchant next to the stall they stopped at.

"I need friends even less. Especially tall friends that stick out like privileged sore thumbs." Sabriel picked up a few baubles, huffed and spun away again, clearly unsatisfied with the back alley market's offerings today.

"I knew the bustle was too much." Veryl mumbled as she fussed at her overwhelm of skirts. She looked down just too long, allowing Sabriel to slip away again. Her heels clicked loudly as she tried to catch up.

"-no, I'm not doing this again, Ingellvar. You can't have it. You don't even have a Grandmother." A Vendor vehemently denied her, removing the shiny object from her hand.

"Fine," grumbling, Sabriel dug into her pockets. "I'll give you the coin for full price this time. But we both know you're a dirty, lying bastard."

"Any more talk like that and I'll tell the crows that I seen ya."

Stepping close, Veryl put a hand out to stop Sabriel as she reached to pay the man.

"I'm so sorry sir, is my friend being a nuisance again?" Veryl gave him a warm smile and watched him blink, Sabriel's hand slowly lowered. "I have been trying to teach her some manners, but you know, some of them just don't stick."

The vendor cleared his throat, his brain finally catching up, and nodded, "It's hard to teach old stubborn dogs.”

Veryl hummed, "you might be right, but it's certainly worth the effort, I think. Old dogs can be very loyal." She wrinkled her nose with a smirk. "You deal in rarities and fine things then?"

He gestured to the particular selection on the table between them, "I like to think I have a keen eye for beautiful and intriguing goods." He winked broadly, showcasing a mouth full of half teeth.

Sabriel mumbled something under her breath and Veryl could feel her starting to lose interest, especially since she had lost her any potential of a sale, gouging or otherwise.

"Well, it seems as though my friend has not properly considered the potential of such a valuable relationship, if nurtured properly." She patted Sabriel patronizingly on the head, her hand was slapped away. "Perhaps we'll visit on another day, when the mood is kinder." She gave her friend a pointed and derisive look, Sabriel stomped away.

She let her leave and then leaned across the table, "Oh dear, it seems I've lost your customer entirely."

"Don't worry about it, miss. Ingellvar makes me lose money half the time anyway just by standing here. Bloody no good liar," He grumbled.

"For your troubles." She handed him a couple of coins, gave him another smile and returned his wink. With a wave of her gloved hand she bid him farewell and quickly chased after her friend.

Only a few strides were needed for Veryl's much longer legs to reach Sabriel further into the market. In passing, she hooked an arm through hers and hauled her along,

Incensed, Sabriel whispered quickly, "What do you think-"

"With haste, Sabriel, no need to keep our appointment waiting,"

She spewed a line of curses and expletives as Veryl kept hold of her arm and insisted that she keep up.

Out of the back alley market and tucked far and away behind some crates and boxes, Veryl pushed Sabi into an isolated corner. Before she could protest, Veryl was tossing her the items from the crooked vendors table. One from her skirt pocket, another from her cleavage, and yet another from her reticule.

"These, right? They're what you needed?" Veryl spared her a glance for confirmation and then look over the top of the crate to ensure they weren't followed. She reached up to remove the quill feathered hat from her head.

"Yes, but-" Sabriel looked at the small objects and then back to her.

"He didn't notice the first time, or the second, I doubt he'll notice the third. They're not important to him, but he knew you wanted them."

Sabriel gave her and even and appraising look, like she was measuring a tool as to it's usefulness toward her end goal. She crossed her arms and frowned.

"I still maintain that hired female companions are ludicrous.”

"Consider me a self-aware unwelcome tagalong then."

"What about your husband problem?"

"I'm sure that will sort itself out in due time, shall we?" Veryl checked for prying eyes or looming figures, relieved to find the coast was clear. She gestured for Sabriel to lead the way.

[sunnwalker]

killer fish from san diego

[gsirvitor]

[skiplo-wave]

Mary: this is my husband Stack, and that’s Remmick.

Person: What’s Remmick?

Stack: Just Remmick…

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]