“Homework all done?” Tammy huffed a sigh and rolled her eyes. “Most of it. There's a an essay about a war, but that's not due until friday.” It was cold out – the leaves outside were beginning to turn brown – and the house was just a smidge colder than Tammy would have liked, so she had changed into her flannel pajama bottoms and a tee. She plopped down on the couch next to Derrick. “Any games on?” “Just the Cracks vs. Tangos.” He picked up the remote and flipped to the sports channel. The game was tied at zero to zero. “Might as well be watching soccer.” He flipped the channel back to the B-movie that was halfway over and set the remote back down on the side-table. He had come home from work about an hour ago, still in his khakis and button-up. It wasn't a particularly rough day at the office, but any day at the office can still grind your soul to dust, no matter how rough; like using a finer grit of sandpaper. There were some chores he completed, and some chores he could still be doing (the hallway needed vacuuming badly), but nothing that couldn't wait, and Debbie wasn't getting home until much later, so he settled in to the dregs of the coffee he got on the way to work, a dumb-as-hell movie about something exploding, and the comfy comfy couch. Tammy wrapped her tail around her lap, legs tucked up on the couch. It had been an average day for her, as well, hanging out with Monica and Zeya in the courtyard before school, classes classes classes, lunch with Zeya and Nupur (Monica had the B-block lunch), classes classes classes, bus-ride home talking to Monica and Zack (Zack was kindof a jerk but was interested in Anime so she tolerated him). She rubbed one out to bisexual slashfic of one of her favorite animes when she got home, then pounced on Derrick and sucked him off when he got home (he almost spilled coffee on her favorite shirt). Then he made her do homework, the jerk. Having come in to the movie halfway, she had no idea what was going on, and it was all macho explosion junk anyway. She sent some messages to Monica, but the mouse girl wasn't checking them for some reason. She shifted her weight, got comfy again, sent a message to Nupur (a lost cause, the mongoose was terrible at responding), shifted her weight and got comfy, and somehow found herself leaning against Derrick. Derrick put his paw on Tammy's waist as the girl snuggled up to him. Her shirt had ridden up a bit, and he was touching her bare fur – usually something he would correct, move her shirt back down, but lately... he found his paw moving her shirt up further, her midriff now bare. His pinky toyed with the waistband of her pajamas. Tammy's paw was draped across Derrick's belly, but gravity seemed to be growing stronger, and her paw shifted down, down, down again, until it was on Derrick's belt buckle. With her ear pressed against his chest, she could hear his heartbeat quicken. She looked up to him, a hint of blush across her face. He looked down at her, a hungry glean to his eyes. The explosion movie continued exploding, but nobody was watching.
They are incredible artists who added more personality and charm into these pics than I could have ever hoped for. I'm just over the moon with how well these pics came out, even now, six years later. I don't know if they're still around, but go give them some love anyway.
