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poppy (vaporeon copypasta and etc) created by dark violet
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Breaking Rules

Times change...

You came to this club when you first moved to this town, years back, hormone-fuelled and terrified. You remember your hopes - fantasies, more like - of finding a girl over a plastic beaker of rum and coke, of drunken make-outs in the shadow of the bar. You remember, wobbling on your feet and giddy in your mind, seeing the 'one person per stall' notices even then, and wondering if might one day find someone to break that rule with...

You never would have figured it'd be like this.

You came to dance tonight. To spend time with friends, enjoy the heady pop-trance mix that Tuesday nights bring. But she was letting you out of her sight less and less, and when your hand touched the doorknob she was already there, a jealous snarl ghosting across her chops. You weren't going to leave her behind... were you?

Which is why she came along. Why you spent barely ten minutes on the dancefloor before her devil's tail snaked around your leg and dragged you away, cutting a serrated rip along your jeans. What had done it, made her act so fast? The scents of sweat and lust? The sight of other girls? Or maybe just the idea that you had some freedom, some part of your life that wasn't hers...

She's toxic. Suffocating. And you're letting yourself get dragged towards those bathrooms. Hot air breathed between fangs nearly sears your hand. You don't resist as you're thrown into a stall before anyone can see.

Your gaze passes over the underground decor. Does 'one person per stall' mean her too?

...Fuck it, that's far from the worst rule you're breaking tonight.

Her snarls are warning whispers below the muffled pounding the music outside. You bite your lip as she drags your clothes aside, and her snout finds her prize. You grip the graffiti-stained walls as she drags her tongue, wet and hot, over your stiff shaft - and you stifle the gasps you want to utter, as fellow ravers, as your friends, pass just feet away. If they were to look underneath, they'd see her paws...

She knows you. Where to lick. Where to pause. Where just to apply the right pleasure, and just how to lay your shaft along the length of her tongue, your glistening length - almost as long as the muzzle it lays in - framed by her fangs. She looks up at you with burning eyes.

You know enough to not keep her waiting.

There's only one way she's going to let you back out there...

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    shiasuuu

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    "...almost as long as the muzzle it lays in - framed by her fangs.
    She looks up at you with burning eyes."

    Need some art of this scene 🔥

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    Iguinore

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    I searched for the teg "houndoom female_feral", very few arts. I would like to know if houndoom needs more love or if it is a problem on the site

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