How?

[Youtree]

My velvety sweet-Ezudash forgives you for slapping him, and stepping on his tail and hitting him in the face with your bailiff club.  It was wrong of this one to send word of an arsonist in the stock house.  But what can be said?  Ezudash is foolish and impulsive in matters of the heart.  And there was some truth in my story.  When you arrived, you lit a great fire in Ezudash's loins.  The heat is unbearable, my vivacious honey pot.  It must be smothered, yes?

You needn't deny your urges,  Why keep pretending?  You are a spirited maidan, Ezudash is a vigorous knave.  This is a tale as old as Jone and Jose, yes?  The story begins with reticence, yes, but ends in long nights of passionate grooming and eager love-wrestling.

You may protest, yes.  You may call Ezudash names, and write warrants for his arrest.  But in your heart and your haunches, you feel the longing.  This one has seen it!  The wetted lips, the flush snout, the bristling fur on the small of your back.  Even as you kick him, Ezudash sees the straining of your thighs, the lusty curl of your tail.  Your desire is unmistakable.

Edited July 12, 2022 by Youtree

[Seight]

Picture that turns into another picture if you stare at it long enough?

[DeadwingLazarus]

And lo, a land otter walked by the penis-shaped helmet-wearing humans saying “praise science!” This was no ordinary land otter. It was the wise Otter, who knows an Otter doesn’t need to eat food off its belly. Then, the Time Child appeared, desperately searching for a Nintendo Wii, the very console for which he froze himself.

[Youtree]

But, holy men have gone further into the depths, of which this one would miss out on for eternities.  This meandering.

[nameraka]

you are not lebeouf.

[DeadwingLazarus]

19 hours ago, nameraka said:

you are not lebeouf.

Neither am I.