One minute she was berating a barista for messing up her order, the next the stoat was struggling to swim in a cup of iced coffee.
Above her was the chin of an older fox, his focus anywhere but on the contents of his drink, not noticing her within.
"Here's your drink, sir~"
"Hey, is the boss in?"
The red panda jumped in her seat, feeling the pleasant tickle between her legs intensify upon hearing itself mentioned.
"Uh-" she swallowed and tried to hide her blushing. "H-he's in a meeting right now an- *hng*--and won't be free for a while!" She lied.
"GG EZ!" the wolf laughed. "You're welcome for me carrying the game~"
A loud thump rang through the habitat as the badger tapped the glass dome sky, glaring down at the continent on his desk. "I can carry your whole world."
"..my k/d ratio is still better." The wolf mumbled.
The knight's eyes scan the ground, spotting you, his squire, trembling, tiny on the ground, standing inside a very shiny, very cursed ring.
"I told you to touch nothing." The fox sighs, plucking you up between his fingers, stowing you in a hip pouch without another word.
"Shit, did I overdo it?"
Both froze, neither could feel their shrunken playmate, not the otter within her, nor the wolverine against his inserted length.
A tingle ran up their bodies as their third wiggled to life. Relieved, they continued their passionate play, with more care.
Flintox
robert weber