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7/17/2025, 10:15:01 PM
With everything officially laid out in the open, you take a satisfied breath while Tzah-Tzie skips down the corridor humming like a schoolgirl! It feels like such a small detail in retrospect, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling loads better than before… and what better way to celebrate than by teasing your favorite fuzzball?
One more thing, you begin, prompting the performer to skid to a halt and send a sunny grin your way!
“Anything~” She coos, her tail wagging so hard it smacks the walls like a club!
Well, you shrug, in her speech she mentioned having kits and-
Presto Change-O: the girl’s now MORTIFIED! Stammering up a storm, Tzah-Tzie snatches her wagging tail and presses it close to her chest as she struggles to put out an answer!
“O-of COURSE you’d pick THAT out of all the beautiful things I said!” She whines, wringing her tail between her claws like a wet towel! “Mister Predictable, ladies and gentlemen! You’re insufferable, you know that!?”
You’ve been called worse. She hasn’t answered your question, by the way–what was that ab-
“I heard ya’ the FIRST time!” She snarls, smacking her head in self-inflicted punishment! “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” Turning her freshly-fierce face your way, the Spinner scowls as she struggles to come up with an answer. “I mean… I would like them eventually...”
With that, her face disappears behind her tail again. “... If you would…”
Would… Does she think that would even work? You’re a human and she’s a Durher, so-
“I dunno!” She replies in a tone usually reserved for answering when someone asks what you want for dinner, “Maybe we can, maybe we can’t! Guess we won’t know til’ we try a few dozen times…” A devious smirk forms on her face! “Oh no...”
There’s never been any hybrids of anything running around? No Skurers? Moltrees? Mzz’goe’veeti?
“Not to my knowledge, no…” Frowns the furball. “Can we worry about that later, though?” She grimaces. “Like… much later? I tolja’ before, Durher kits are… they can be a handful.”
What was the number again? Eight in a litter?
“Pfft!” Snickers the Spinner, “Yea, at LEAST! Didn’t I tell you I was one of twelve?”
NGH!
“And that was my mom’s first batch.”
GCK!
“Uh-huh,” She nods with a smile in her tone, “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, bub, cuz when Durhers are ready, well…” A sinister glimmer appears in her eye. “We’re READY.”
Trotting over to give your hand a squeeze, you remain catatonic as the catthing’s tail caresses your leg. “Pick your tongue back up off the floor, Ant. We’ve got ‘Happily Ever After’ to think about it, remember?”
>CONTD.
One more thing, you begin, prompting the performer to skid to a halt and send a sunny grin your way!
“Anything~” She coos, her tail wagging so hard it smacks the walls like a club!
Well, you shrug, in her speech she mentioned having kits and-
Presto Change-O: the girl’s now MORTIFIED! Stammering up a storm, Tzah-Tzie snatches her wagging tail and presses it close to her chest as she struggles to put out an answer!
“O-of COURSE you’d pick THAT out of all the beautiful things I said!” She whines, wringing her tail between her claws like a wet towel! “Mister Predictable, ladies and gentlemen! You’re insufferable, you know that!?”
You’ve been called worse. She hasn’t answered your question, by the way–what was that ab-
“I heard ya’ the FIRST time!” She snarls, smacking her head in self-inflicted punishment! “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” Turning her freshly-fierce face your way, the Spinner scowls as she struggles to come up with an answer. “I mean… I would like them eventually...”
With that, her face disappears behind her tail again. “... If you would…”
Would… Does she think that would even work? You’re a human and she’s a Durher, so-
“I dunno!” She replies in a tone usually reserved for answering when someone asks what you want for dinner, “Maybe we can, maybe we can’t! Guess we won’t know til’ we try a few dozen times…” A devious smirk forms on her face! “Oh no...”
There’s never been any hybrids of anything running around? No Skurers? Moltrees? Mzz’goe’veeti?
“Not to my knowledge, no…” Frowns the furball. “Can we worry about that later, though?” She grimaces. “Like… much later? I tolja’ before, Durher kits are… they can be a handful.”
What was the number again? Eight in a litter?
“Pfft!” Snickers the Spinner, “Yea, at LEAST! Didn’t I tell you I was one of twelve?”
NGH!
“And that was my mom’s first batch.”
GCK!
“Uh-huh,” She nods with a smile in her tone, “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, bub, cuz when Durhers are ready, well…” A sinister glimmer appears in her eye. “We’re READY.”
Trotting over to give your hand a squeeze, you remain catatonic as the catthing’s tail caresses your leg. “Pick your tongue back up off the floor, Ant. We’ve got ‘Happily Ever After’ to think about it, remember?”
>CONTD.
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