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>>13325384
And this is why I don't read EMG.

...well, actually I don't read EMG because it's nosex teaser ecchi, but my "If it's not lewds you can fuck off" attitude has apparently saved me from endless haremshit dumbening, and for that, I am thankful.

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Fluffy
Chubby
Huskygirls

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>>12929519
When she eventually breaks away from you, it's with a few seconds of panting and a string of saliva connecting your mouths for a small instant.
Her sense returns, and the glaze in her eyes vanishes. Slowly, she regains her focus, smiling down at you, before opening her mouth to say:
"You have terrible morning breath."
"You too. Plus, you've been covering my face in it, so I don't think you have any right to complain."
She answers by throwing herself right back into the kiss, holding your head firm between her paws to give her all the leverage and command she needs to take control.
"Pfhhbh?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Mmph," she replies, though you're not really sure what exactly "mmph" might mean. But by the mischevious little glint of lightning in her eyes, it's clear that she has no intention of stopping anytime soon. And so, you lie there, pressed into the pillow and mattress while she eagerly forces herself on top of you, ravishing your face, grinding more-or-less her whole torso into yours while that tail flicks away the bedcovers.
You've long since learnt to roll with the punches, so to speak, letting her ceaseless output of energy just wash over you while you administer the occasional ear-scratch or head-rub. Today, though, you decide to follow up on your earlier warning, and clutch at her back with both hands, the lower one cupping the dock of her tail.
Before she can interject with anything more than a muffled "hhm?", you press her to your body, plant your feet, bridge with all your might, and roll the two of you over on the bed. You barely manage to shoot up Phoebe's weight enough to twist her over, but with a heave you finish the movement, listening to her bark out a "wan!" as you pin down her supine form.
She squirms her tail into a more comfortable position before looking up at you, hair a mess, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Have you been practicing that?" she asks, cocking her head to one side.

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>>12920088
Nope.

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>>12888291
With her in a pose just like this?
Or a hellhound like this.

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